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𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆.
SUMMARY: you & jj are sickly in love with eachother. ( inspired from our song by taylor swift. )
PAIRINGS: jj maybank x fem!reader
WARNINGS: possible cursing , tooth rotting fluff.
“ i was riding shot gun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car. he’s got one hand on the steering wheel , the other on my— heart. ”
John B wasn’t always willing to let JJ take the Twinkie on a whim. He was very protective of what he called ‘his baby.’ But he could only take being aggravated by JJ for so long before cracking— which is what got you sitting in the passenger seat while JJ drove you around the island this Saturday evening.
It was a little past three. The two of you had gotten breakfast , walked the beach , ate lunch— even squeezed in taking out the boat to the marsh. Your cheeks were red from the sun beating down on you , the hot summer air kissing at your skin.
Your hair flew all around you as you leaned against the head rest , letting the wind do whatever it wanted. JJ sat beside you with a peaceful look on his face , resting one hand comfortable on the steering wheel— the other reaching over the center seat to grab your thigh. His ring—clad finger burning at your skin , making your spine feel all ticklish.
“ i look around , turn the radio down he says ‘ baby is something wrong? ’ i say ‘nothing i was just thinking how we don’t have a song. ’ ”
The silence was comfortable as it surrounded the two of you. With the radio playing softly and the wind whipping in your ears , you looked over you shoulder to look at the side of JJ’s face. You couldn’t help your hand from wandering , brushing at the side of his cheek gently. He glanced at you with a smile , letting his cheeks turn a light shade of pink.
You hummed to yourself , a thought popping into your head. Pulling away , you turned the radio down and adjusted your body and seatbelt to fully face him.
The sudden change made JJ look at you curiously , scanning your face for any sign of unhappiness. “Something wrong , sweet girl?”
His nickname for you always made you flush a darker shade of your usual complexion. The reaction making him smirk proudly. “No.” You shrugged. “I was just thinking how we don’t have a song.”
“A song?” He repeated questionably.
“Like a relationship song.” You chuckled. “Like a song that comes on the radio that reminds us of— well us. That makes us get all mushy , gushy and teary–eyed because we’re so in love.” Singing your last couple of words , JJ giggled at you.
JJ thought to himself for a second. “We have our own song.”
You raised an eyebrow at him. “Our own song?”
“Yeah you know—”
“ he says ‘ our song is the slam of screen doors , sneaking out late tapping on your window— when we’re on the phone and you talk real slow , ‘cus it’s late and your momma don’t know. ’ ”
He began talking about the beginning of your relationship and how fun it had been. Coming from different sides of the island , neither of you knew how it would work. You were too afraid to tell your parents , and he was too scared to tell the Pogue’s.
You remembered how you’d dash out the house after school so nobody would ask you questions— screaming “bye” to your mother as you raced down the road where JJ would wait for you either in the Twinkie or on his bike.
Sometimes he’d come after your parents had been to sleep , tapping on your window.
“What in the world are you doing here?” You shouted just above a whisper , holding your light little nightgown to your body whilst looking towards the ground where JJ stood grinning up at you.
“Coming to see you.” He said while holding up a single flower that was clearly from your neighbor. “I haven’t seen you all day and I missed you.”
You couldn’t help the smile that danced its way onto your face as you looked at him , shaking your head in disbelief. “If you get caught , you’re dead meat.” If your parents had heard him— a Pogue of all people outside your house at 12am , it wouldn’t be anything nice.
JJ only shrugged. “It’ll be worth it if you come down for just like a second and kiss me.”
Biting your bottom lip hesitantly , his hopeful face was too hard to refuse. “Give me two seconds.”
The memory caused butterflies to swirl in your stomach. The feeling you had got then , still so real now. His boyish charm had always drew you in.
“Remember when you’d call me and you didn’t want John B to hear you so you just mumbled into your headphone microphone the whole time?”
“I can barely hear you.” You sighed into your phone. Wincing at how loud it sounded when JJ shifted even slightly in his bed.
“’m sorry. I just miss your voice but JB has thin walls. He’ll hear me without ‘em.” JJ sighed , trying his best not to breathe too harshly.
Smiling softly , you nodded your head before remembering he couldn’t see you. “I know , just wish we didn’t have to sneak like this.”
“We won’t always.” JJ reassured you. “After I meet your parents , you’ll meet the Pogue’s.”
“Yeah.” You grinned to yourself. “And I can kiss you wherever I want.”
They were so long ago. Those sweet , little memories. It all seemed like forever since then. You two were just two teenagers love , sneaking kisses whenever you could— your heart beating as fast as it possibly could by just thinking about him. You couldn’t get enough of being with him , your mind always thinking of him and wondering when you’d see him again. You remembered how sick your friends would get after hearing you go on and on about him , whispering all the sweet nothings to your girlfriends about your ‘semi–secret’ relationship.
Perching forward , you couldn’t help but kiss JJ’s cheek gently. “Do you even know how much I love you?” You asked him , wrapping your arms around his neck. The seatbelt hurt your hips just a bit , but being as close as you could to JJ triumphant it.
“I don’t know—” he teased , a loud laugh bubbling from the back of his throat. His genuine laugh always making something spark inside of you. “Yeah , sweet girl. I do.” JJ nodded and let his head fall to the side , resisting the urge to flutter his eyes closed at the soft touch of your fingers in his scalp. “I love you back.”
His words made you melt , falling into him. The air that wrapped around the two of you was light hearted and sweet. JJ’s head held high as he proudly drove you around , passing by random strangers. He’d wave at them with the biggest smile before pointing at you , mouthing “Right?”
JJ’s antic sending you into a fit of giggles each time while you swatted at his arm stubbornly.
“I don’t think there’s any song out there that could describe how obsessed I am with you—” JJ blurted out. “’cus I swear I’m gonna marry you one day.”
Beaming at your boyfriends words , you held onto him tighter. “I can’t wait.”
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Taking Care of You || Peeta M.
After the rescue of the three victors, you had to take a moment for yourself. People warned you about him. Katniss warned you about him, and what he had done to her when she first visited him. You didn’t care about that, though. You knew that wasn’t your Peeta. All he need was someone to be there for him, and no one was doing that.
You breathed in deeply, then nodded as you looked right at Haymitch. “I’m ready.” You spoke, standing up from the couch. He breathed in deeply and then waved his arm to follow him. He stopped at a hallway that lead to two big white doors at the end.
“Don’t get to close to him. He doesn’t know what’s real. Just try to get him on the right track.” He said. You nodded, then slowly walked towards those two big doors. Your heart beat was racing, nervously, and worried. You hadn’t seen your husband since the broadcast was cancelled when Katniss shot down the dome.
Opening the doors, there was a white room. There was space to walk around, and a window to see him through. Your eyes started to water as you looked at him through the glass.
His eyes found yours, and for a moment he looked at you with a blank face until his eyes widen. “(Y/n)?” He croaked out, his eyes viscously blinking. His head started to shake, “I-…” he stuttered. “I thought I’d never see you again.” Peeta breathed out. “Oh Peeta,” you choked.
You walked towards his bed and sat on it, your left hand placed onto his thigh. “I thought I’d never see you again either.” A tear left your eye and he had bit his lip. “Don’t cry,” he whispered. “Don’t cry. No need to cry. I’m here. I’m right here,” he repeated. “If I could I’d wipe your tears away. But they put me in these cu-” his words got cut off as you launched yourself onto him.
You didn’t care about Haymitch watching through the other side of the wall, that was your husband. Your husband was suffering. You didn’t care if he would attack you like he attacked Katniss, you knew he didn’t mean it. He had just gone through a lot with the capital abusing him. All he needed was someone there for him, someone that would open up arms for him, trust him 100% for him.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, and you started to shake and cry. You had broken down. “I’m so sorry,” you whisper out. “I’m so sorry they did this to you.” You felt Peeta’s hand on your waist. “Shh, don’t cry. Don’t cry. No need. I’m here.” He repeated. “(Y/n) I’m here, I’ll get better I promise. I’m never gonna leave you again. Let’s run away, yeah?” He kissed the side of your cheek and you looked at him with tears running down your face. He had the same look like you as well.
You nodded. “I’ll always take care of you.” You said. “And I’ll always take care of you, as well. Till death do us part,” Peeta whispered.
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A/N: guys I know I’ve been gone for so long but I’m in my feels and I just finished rewatching all hunger game movies and I fell in love with Peeta again and ughh THE SCENE WHERE HE ATTACKED KATNISS I CRIEDDDDD … anywho I hope y’all like this! I’ll try updating more about Peeta and Bradley:) bye for now!
#peeta mellark#the hunger games peeta#peeta mellark x reader#josh hutcherson#the mockingjay#the hunger games#katniss everdeen#thg haymitch
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Time ; Acceptance
third and final chap of my "time" series! i really hope yall enjoyed it cus angst is one of my fave things to write. i didn't want to drag it out too much but i was thinking of doing one-shots and some au's of this idea, so if ur interested in that, i'd be glad to know!
warnings ambiguous relationship between abby and reader, reference to romance, implications of unrequited love (it's not), she/her reader, lasting effects of torture to reader, morally grey reader, ambiguous/story-teller dependent interpretation of major past event between characters
tags @frogtits1 @sawaagyapong @augieee21 @sunkissedbibi @eden-nox
part one part two
part three on ao3
Ellie looked over the pictures she took from Leah as she and Dina sat in the theater, pausing at the sight of someone she didn’t recognize. “Who’s this?” She asked, picking up the photo. California was written beneath the picture of a girl and a younger-looking Abby, clearly candid as they leaned against one another by a bonfire. She flipped over the picture. Soon, was written with a heart next to it.
“Dunno.” Dina swiped a few pictures over to her girlfriend. “There are a few of her.”
Ellie looked them over, seeing Leah had written and scratched out Santa Barbara on one before scribbling hearts on others. Finally, there was a recent one. Your name was under the picture of you two together, and on the back was a small note. Finally back home was all she read before she stopped, realizing how personal it was and tossing it aside. It had nothing to do with her, and she refused to feel bad about anything pertaining to these people.
Abby found the pictures in the theater after finding Mel and Owen, taking them and stashing them in her bag.
She knew you’d seen Leah. She had the pictured proof of it, but she was hoping that night you would tell her why; tell her why, and tell her why, again, you didn’t stay.
“Just fucking stay here, then!” Your squad member had yelled at you, already being scared that you were so injured and now scared that you’d be leaving, when you debated whether or not to go and speak to your old friends. There was a tightness in your chest, stomach twisting as your heart raced to the point that it felt like one continuous, loud beat. This was all so familiar, but you weren’t going to leave this time. “Go back, see if they’ll take you in, but don’t come crawling back to us.”
You didn’t even have the option.
“What’s the verdict?” You asked one of the other medics back on the island after he looked over your recovering injuries; still having a severe pain in your stomach and hip that made you nauseous, flaring up to the point that it was debilitating at times.
It scared you; not being able to do your tasks. What if there was no use for you? Where would you be then? Alone?
And again by your own design.
He gave you a look. “You’ve got some pretty bad damage.” There was a big, splotched bruise on your stomach that hadn’t left in the days you’d been recovering. “Could be internal… We can’t have you over-exerting yourself. You’re our best medic.” You scoffed at that, nodding. “No more patrols, alright? At least, not until we can do something about this.”
It’d been months of this now, and you still weren’t better. You had a feeling walking around was making it persist, but you couldn’t just stop working. You refused. Even if it was killing you to do so— figuratively, of course.
Because of how distracted you were by that, you hadn’t noticed Abby’s distancing. You would set out a pouch of anti-poisons and poultice ingredients for her each time she went on patrol, but you hadn’t noticed she wasn’t taking them until they began to pile up.
You sighed, putting them in a basket to take to her. You hadn’t realized how heavy these were, as you’d been loading them up just for her, but you went ahead and began walking toward her and Lev’s home.
You hadn’t realized how far it was, but by the time you got there, you were feeling sick.
You knocked weakly, Abby not even realizing someone was knocking until you did again. She came to the door, surprised to see you. She couldn’t help the small smile that came to her face. You smiled back, but it faltered almost immediately. “Come in.” Abby stepped aside. “Are you alright?”
You sat down on her couch, setting the basket on the coffee table as you exhaled and held your hip. “Fine,” you forced. “You haven’t been picking up your pouches, so I thought I’d drop them off.”
Abby shut the door, coming over to you and kneeling. “Let me see it.”
“It’s just a cramp—“
Abby pushed you to lie back on the cushions, moving your hands and frowning at the clammy feeling. “Do you have a fever?” She asked, making you put your forearm to your head. You shook your head, but she lifted her arm to your head anyway. “God,” she muttered, moving to lift your shirt. The bruising was still there, still red, purple, and unfading. “What happened?” Her hands went to the cramping muscles in your abdomen, massaging to help break up the bruising and making you cringe in pain. “I’m sorry. It’ll help.”
“I know,” you sighed. “It happened back in Washington; your leader questioned me with some… weapon,” you said vaguely. “It’s just muscle bruising.”
“This looks like internal bleeding.“
“It was.” You sighed. “But it’s been like this for months. I’d be dead if it were internal bleeding,” you laughed out, though Abby didn’t find it funny. “The bleeding stopped before we left Washington. That’s why we stayed a few days longer; when I saw Leah.” Abby nodded along, her hand now resting on your stomach in a comforting hold, thumb running slowly over your skin. “That feels nice,” you mumbled, making her look down at her hand.
“Does it?” She was holding where the deepest part of the bruising was, right above your hip, your sentiment concerning her more than it should. “Did you hurt your hip?”
“Maybe on the trip back. Overexursion.” You nodded. “Sprain, or something.”
She frowned. “You should’ve just come back. Mel would’ve treated you.”
“They wouldn’t have waited for me.” You shook your head. “I didn’t want to have to go back alone— and don’t say I could’ve stayed. Not there.”
“I could’ve gone back with you.”
You didn’t realize that was something she might’ve wanted, making you pause and look down at her. “Would you have?”
“We all would’ve.” She pulled down your shirt, standing and getting you a bag of ice. “And even if they didn’t… I would’ve. If you asked, I’d go.”
“No you wouldn’t,” you huffed, laughing slightly. She sat next to you, holding the ice against your hip and pressing down to aid in compressing. She scoffed at you, shaking her head. “What? You would’ve just left?”
“For you? Of course.”
You grimaced, swallowing harshly. “Don’t say that.”
“What?”
You shook your head. “You have no idea what kind of guilt would burden you after doing something like that.”
There was a beat of silence. “I know how you felt,” she started, letting you hold the ice now that you were in less pain and seemed to be able to move. “Or feel. Even if you won’t tell me, I heard you say it… And I’ll be honest, I was angry that you left; that you were alive. We all were. But not at you. Never at you.” She kept her eyes away from yours, staring into the dead fireplace across from the two of you. “Just that… you couldn’t speak to us— And after what we did—“
“What you did?” You frowned over at her, shaking your head and objecting before she could continue. “I left—“
“The things we said—“
“No, Abby,” your voice was firm, wavering, but firm. “I left. That was my choice. When my friends needed me— when my family needed me, I wasn’t there because I left you. What I did,” you enforced with a tone she’d never heard directed at her from you before. “That is why I couldn’t speak to you.”
There was a long silence, Abby’s breath shaky as you sat back with a wince. She knew you shouldn’t be having this conversation right now, but it seemed like this was the only conversation the two of you could have.
And she just wanted to speak to you.
“I still would’ve left,” she concluded; a complete dismissal that made you scoff out a dry laugh. “I don’t care what you say; what stories you come up with to blame yourself.” You shook your head at her stubborn attitude. “I still would’ve left for you… And the only thing I’d feel guilty for, is caring about you more than I ever cared about anyone else.” You stayed quiet, letting her know she’d gotten your attention. “And I’m not asking you to feel the same—“
“Don’t do that—“
“—Or to change how you feel…” She spoke over you like you hadn’t even opened your mouth. “But I am asking you to understand me.” You knew she was choosing a time when you were vulnerable to come clean on purpose, making you grimace as you reluctantly listened to her try to get you to do the same. “Because you do know me, and you know that I would leave for you, even if you wouldn’t do the same for me.”
“Fuck you, Abby.” At your quiet voice, she knew she’d gotten through to you. Past your false passiveness and down to what you tried to hide from everyone. But you couldn’t hide from her. “I left for you.”
And she couldn’t from you.
“Don’t go there.”
“No, really.” You forced yourself to sit up and face her. “If this is what you want to talk about, then fine. We need to, anyway. No placating, no pacifying, nothing. Let’s talk.”
She took in a deep breath, turning to face you as she pushed herself to the other end of the couch. “Well?” Was all she said.
“Tell me the truth.” She immediately rolled her eyes; immediately got defensive. “That night, you wanted me to leave. Didn’t you?” You spoke slowly, meeting her eyes. “That’s why you feel so guilty; why you won’t let me. Because you wanted me to leave, and I knew that, and actually left.”
She was quiet, staring you down. “I thought you were going to leave.”
“Abby—“
“How many times do I have to say it—?”
“I know you. That’s what you just said.” Your tone became hostile quicker than she could process, making her look away. You knew she wasn’t telling the whole truth. “So I know you wanted me to leave. I shouldn’t have, but that’s why I left, and you know that, and you regret it…” You spoke firmly, words clear and cutting into her with every pause you took to emphasize them. “So just tell me the truth. Please.”
She was quiet for a moment, chest tightening as she grimaced. “If you were going to leave, I wanted to be the one to decide that we wouldn’t see each other. I already told you that.” She tip-toed around the question, earning nothing from you and making her more on edge. “So, yes, I wanted you to leave. I wanted you gone for suggesting you go.” When you let out a breath of satisfaction, she continued over you. “But then tell me the truth. You weren’t planning on us going with you. Were you? You were suggesting to go alone.”
“You know me so well,” your tone was dry, mocking and almost demeaning. It was a blow to the chest, making her bite her tongue. “There was no point in suggesting you go, but I was. Even though I knew you wouldn't have gone. All you wanted to do was find him—“
“I would’ve gone in the middle of the fucking night and left eveyone else if you asked.” Clearly, the demeaning tone of your voice was too much for her, her tone biting without a second thought as you continued to push her to get the full truth before you opened up, too; why she wouldn’t just let you take the blame for something that was so clearly your fault.
“No you wouldn’t.” You were pushing for an argument now, tone lazed and grating on her nerves.
She always let things slip when she was irritated.
“You didn’t fucking ask. How would you know?” She was quick to say, feeding off your dismissive tone.
“You would’ve left Owen. Really?”
“For you?” She laughed at your naivety. “I’d do fucking anything.” She shook her head. “But you wouldn’t ask me to—”
“And Joel?” She shook her head, shrugging. You did the same, shaking your head at her. “You wouldn’t have left them— him? No fucking way.“
“That’s where you’re wrong.” You scoffed. “I would’ve left as soon as you brought it up, and I would’ve made everyone go with us, if that meant you wouldn’t fucking leave—”
“Oh, and you’re not angry at me—?”
“Fuck you.”
You laughed in response, shrugging. “You’re the one that wanted me gone—”
“And everyone blamed me for it!” You shut your mouth at her exasperated response, looking over her flushed face and glossed eyes. “They all knew if I didn’t say anything, you wouldn’t have left… And they all knew you wanted to leave, so they blamed me for letting you.” She paused, a thick swallow bobbing in her throat. Now, you were getting somewhere. “That night; when you looked at me… I just wanted to give you the choice.” She blinked rapidly, but couldn’t control the way her voice broke, “I wasn’t telling you to go.” She spoke over you when you went to comfort her, “I would’ve told you to stay if I knew you’d already decided,” she got out quickly, shaking her head at herself when she felt her eyes burn.
Somehow, you always got her this way. Even if she thought the conversation could go her way, you always found a way to get to her.
“If you hadn’t fucking said anything—!” Jordan pointed an accusatory finger at Abby.
Just as they’d flipped on you, they were doing the same to her. They’d all been on her side last night, but suddenly she was at fault.
“Fuck off, Jordan,” Owen huffed out. “You were being an asshole.”
“And you weren’t?”
“Why don’t we just stop arguing and go find her?” Abby suggested, exasperated.
“Like she’d come back,” Leah scoffed. “Just let her go.” She was flippant, shocking everyone. “What if we find a body? What are we going to do then?”
“What the fuck, Leah?” Nora scoffed at her.
“I’m not the one that said anything to make her leave in the first place,” she bit back, though she wasn’t immediately blaming Abby and instead looked between Nora and Mel. “And now you wanna go find her?” She then looked at Abby, scoffing at her avoiding her gaze. “Go fuck yourselves.”
“You’re not any better,” Mel said. “You didn’t say anything.”
“Yeah? And what did you say, huh? Just go if you want to? What the fuck did you think—?”
“That’s enough, guys,” Owen spoke up, stopping them before they said anything else they’d regret. “She wanted to leave, so she left. It’s not anyone’s fault. It was a choice. Clearly, she decided to leave before she even brought it up.” Leah rolled her eyes. “I say we just go. We don’t know where she went, and we can’t track her.”
Abby could understand why Leah was the one you could speak to. How you could open up to her, and admit to her what you wouldn’t to the rest of them. She understood, but she still wished it was her.
She wished she could get to the gentle, comfortable part of the conversation without arguing first.
But that would never happen until you were honest with each other.
And that always took a fight.
The conversation had taken up so much emotional energy that you were in physical pain by the end of it; it continued on past Abby’s admission until she heard you tell her exactly how you felt. Just admitting it to her got you choked up, and seeing you that way did the same, but now you were holding the ice pack to your stomach as you curled up on her couch.
“Fuck, let me help.” Abby quickly got up and blinked away the feelings you’d just brought up, reaching out as she sat next to you and pulling you into her. There was really nothing she could do to help, but she told herself she was warming you up by holding you— helping tense muscles relax. “Try to relax.” She took the ice from you, setting it aside and pulling you closer.
You tried to even your breathing as she rubbed your back, but it only made you more upset. “I shouldn’t have started an argument. I’m sorry,” you muttered.
“I think this one was necessary,” she laughed, soothing you as you pressed your ear to her chest. “Even if you hate arguing, you were right. We needed to talk about it, and we never would’ve gotten here peacefully.” You laughed at that, wincing as you did. “But that doesn’t matter… What can I do?”
“Just…” You sighed, rolling your eyes at yourself. “Lie with me? You’re warm, so it… helps the muscle relax.” It was true enough, but Abby knew better. She knew you got scared when you were injured, and she knew being held helped.
Despite how you mocked her for one wrong judgment, she did know you. Even now. Still.
What she didn’t realize was how her embrace felt as comforting as it did when you were younger, not like the first time you hugged her— when you hardly recognized her touch. Even if you recognized her then, you recognized her touch even more now. The work she’d done to regain her strength brought feeling back to it. A lively, gentle feeling.
“You think you can walk to my room?” She asked tentatively, grabbing the ice pack as she stood and helped you up. You nodded, and despite her not believing you, she kept her arm around your waist and walked with you.
You looked down the hallway, huffing at the impossible length of it and forcing yourself to keep going until you faltered. Abby caught you quickly, scooping under your legs despite your protesting of “I’m fine” and carrying you the rest of the way.
She lied you down on her bed, making you lie flat to help the muscle stretch before lying with you and opening her arm for you as she set the ice aside.
“Now that you’re being all nice to me,” you said after a moment, earning an eye roll.
“I wasn’t being mean,” she countered.
“Why would you leave for me?” You asked as if she hadn't spoken. “Help me understand that.”
“I wanted to be with you. I told you that—“
“But why?”
She didn’t respond for some time, staring up at the ceiling. “You know why.”
“Abby,” you sighed, defeated. “Just tell me.”
She looked down at you with a frown. “Why do you need me to tell you?”
“Because, it doesn’t make any sense?” You scoffed at her, moving to sit up, but she held you down before you could cause yourself anymore pain. “I know how you felt about Owen, and I know how you feel about me. It’s not the same.”
“So you understand why he broke up with me then.” She laughed at that, as if it was the funniest thing she’d heard all day. You frowned. She hadn’t even told you that yet. “In the end, after seeing you that day, he wanted to come to Santa Barbara and find you too, but I guess he couldn’t understand why I held on all those years.”
“What do you mean?”
She pursed her lips, pushing herself up and going to her closet. She supposed it was her turn to show you all her keepsakes now, as she’d finally gotten them all back from the boat.
She emptied her backpack onto the bed, Leah’s polaroids and her old photos falling out. Books and folded up maps, too. Even an old journal.
You grabbed Leah’s pictures first, a smile coming to your face when you saw the one you took together.
“I know it’s a weird question, but can we take one together?” She’d asked after giving you pictures of your friends, to which you gladly agreed to before she had to leave.
You flipped it over, seeing the note she wrote and swallowing hard.
Finally back home
Again, I wish you’d stay, but I know why you can’t.
I don’t want to either. I don’t want to keep fighting.
I’m afraid that I’ll be gone before I get to see you again, but I’m glad we got this. Whatever it was.
Who would’ve thought that a few hours makes up for a few years apart?
You set it aside, lips pursed as you looked through the rest of them, all with notes just as feeling as that, some even sounding angry at the rest of your friends.
You looked to the maps, unfolding one and finding a small picture of you and Abby taped to it. Dots littered the paper, connected in a pattern that led to a circle around the picture, taped over central California. The next map was the same, towns being written out with information beneath them. The handwriting changed with each of the maps, getting clearer and clearer as Abby got older.
The last one was empty, only a picture taped to it.
The books had passages underlined, some annotated to show to you, or that you’d like them.
The last was her journal, binding cracked and worn but not because it was old. Because she’d written in it so much that the pages were worn, even teared with how hard she pressed into them, emotion sinking into the ink and through the pages.
You opened it to the middle, another photo falling out; one Abby had taken with Leah’s camera. Just of you.
There were entries upon entries, letters upon letters, and this one was the one you just had to open to.
It spanned for pages; pages, and pages of just one letter to you. One letter, pouring her heart out to someone who couldn’t— no, wouldn’t even reciprocate.
Your conversation, the one you turned into an argument for no reason other than to prove yourself right, replayed in your mind.
“I would’ve left.” For you.
“I’d do anything.” For you.
“If you’d ask me.”
“You wouldn’t ask me to.”
“If you asked, I’d go.”
You stared down at the book, her words repeating and repeating and making your vision blur as you finally took them in. “I’m not asking you to change how you feel.” That brought you closer to understanding, brows knitting together.
Even if you’d mocked her for it, she knew you well.
She knew you well enough to know you were finally letting yourself understand. She took the book from you, replacing it with her hands so she could pull you close, holding you to her chest just as her words sunk into your heart.
A blow to the chest.
I’m not asking you to feel the same.
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An interview and a Vash Sandwich what's to complain about
Rating: Explicit 18+ Minors DNI
Pairing: Vash X Wolfwood, Vash X F!Reader, Wolfwood X F!Reader, Vash X F!Reader X Wolfwood
CW: Anal sex, voyeurism, penis in vaginal sex, fingering, belly bulge, mentions of abusive relationships, threesomes, Awkward flirting, double blow jobs, sloppy blow jobs, awkward pinning, cum eating, smoking
Word count: 4780
A/N: Chapter 6 of my roommates series, don’t worry I’m not done yet. Just taking a break for October
Over the next week when you weren’t at work you were applying at other companies, some of them you knew weren’t even hiring, as well as some outside of your area of expertise. After all at this point, you were willing to take another job even if it paid less just to get away from that area of the city, sitting on the couch between the boys that Saturday night as you scoured the job bank listings again.
“Put it down, Little Bear.” Nicholas has his legs on the ground in front of him for once, fingers tapping on the controller buttons.
“He’s right.” Vash agrees, sitting in a similar fashion the corner of his tongue sticking out as he taps away at his own controller.
“Son of a-” hissing from Nicholas while Vash smirks, and you just keep sitting cross-legged on the middle cushion.
“Shouldn’t have let yourself get distracted~” Taking the lead in the race the two are having on the TV screen you giggle to yourself. What an odd trio the three of you are, all of you either in your mid to late twenties and here you are playing video games and having a few drinks at home on a Saturday night.
If you were still with Henry no doubt you’d be downtown bar hopping or something similar, giving your head a shake to dislodge those thoughts. Almost jumping as Vash gives a ‘Whoop’ when he wins raising the controller above his head.
“Yea, yea, if this was Mario Kart I would have won.” You just laugh as Nicholas sulks leaning back against the cushions, while Vash turns and sticks his tongue out at him.
You snort at that, enjoying their childishness, and decide to join in before closing your laptop. “Say who?” Teasing Nicholas as you bang your knee against his thigh, you don’t miss how his eyes follow the movement. “Last time the three of us played I won the three tournaments we did.”
“Yea, cus you had the drift assist on and didn’t know it.” Vash laughs wrapping an arm around you while Nicholas joins in and you’re left twitching your nose in annoyance. You’re about to retort when your laptop dings with a notification of a new email, glancing downwards and both boys crane their necks over your shoulders to look at the screen.
Nosey.
However, you can’t fully blame them for being curious since you still haven’t given them an answer about the relationship yet. They haven’t been pressuring you either but you have noticed they’ve been hovering a bit more, interested in how you’re doing which makes sense after the bombshell in the grocery store.
“It’s from Saverem Inc” you whisper, one of the few places you applied to and were expecting to hear absolutely nothing from. Saverem Inc was one of the largest and most successful companies in the city, and it was slowly growing to be a national company, all within the span of the last decade. While you stare at the screen you miss the look Nicholas shoots over your head at Vash who just smiles sheepishly. Reading through the email, you feel the confusion growing on your face, as well as a sense of giddiness.
“I have an interview for Tuesday morning.” For the first time in weeks, your heart feels light, squealing as you grab each of the boy's hands. Finally looking at both of them as your grin becomes infectious which you can only assume is because they’re happy for you. You missed the fact they both started grinning because you’re starting to smile more like the person they’ve come to know and in one of their cases come to love while the other is getting there. “I need to call and book Tuesday off for the interview.” Like a switch you let go of their hands, looking for your cell phone.
Nicholas rolls his eyes before placing both his wide palms on your shoulders and pushing you back against the couch. “Hang on there, it’s Saturday night.” Nodding towards Vash to take your laptop away you look a little chagrined at him, a shy smile in place because of your excitement.
“You can deal with that Monday.” He uses his arm to pull you towards him now that Vash has your laptop placed safely on the coffee table in front of him. Pressing his lips to your face just beside your eye he grins. “Now how about a drink or two with us tonight and we switch to Mario Kart? Cept this time we’ll take the auto drift off and see how you do.”
That does sound like a good idea and you should try and relax, having been stressed over not getting a single message back with all the applications and resumes you’ve been sending off. Turning your head you catch Nicholas in a quick kiss, enjoying the feel of his lips on yours however briefly. “Yes Sir, Mr. Nico Sir.” You laugh with a mock salute while he pushes you away with a ruffle of your hair.
Nicholas rolls his shoulder standing and approaching the console to switch the game over and set up the third controller. Vash closes the distance, leaning close and pressing the tip of his nose against yours. “I’m glad you have an interview, Babe. Just be yourself and I know you’ll do just fine.” A peck to your nose before Nicholas rejoins you and the three of you start the game.
Laughing throughout the night and having a few drinks, while gaming with the boys. During smoke breaks for Nico you find yourself often under Vash, his mouth hot on yours, and your tongues slide against one another. Your hands in his hair, dragging along his scalp and he grinds his lean body into your plush one. “I don’t think I can get enough of you.” Mumbled one round between kisses, and it makes you giggle.
“Good thing I don’t plan on going anywhere” you answer against his lips. Both of them make you feel cherished, wanted, and even loved, and while you still haven’t given them an answer about joining the relationship you know what you want with these two. The sex is just a bonus, hearing the patio door slide open as you both break more apart to look at Nicholas who shivers at the temperature difference.
“Can’t get enough of you either Handsome.” Leaning back in his haunches Vash grins, giving you a hand so you can sit upright again while Nicholas removes his sandals.
“Keep saying that pretty boy, don’t think I don’t watch you two through the window.” Glancing down you can see the visible bulge in his sweatpants, A wolfish grin on his face as he gripped his hard on showing the firm outline.
“Pervert” you laugh, but preen as he leans down to kiss you swiping his tongue across your lip just to give you a taste before moving on to Vash for a longer kiss that you moan watching.
“A pervert you’re going to bed with tonight.” He fires back and you just grin as the three of you resume what you were doing, sure enough when you do shut down for the night you do join both of them in bed falling asleep after sucking Nicholas off while Vash fucked him senseless.
When Tuesday morning came, you woke up at a decent hour and showered heading for the kitchen in some loose clothes to grab breakfast so you don’t accidentally spill or drop anything on yourself and need to change again.
Pausing at the sight of Vash in the kitchen working away at a pan. “Um, good morning” hesitant in your greeting since Nicholas worked last night, Vash doesn’t usually stay over when it’s just you.
With a flourish and a bounce in his step, Vash turns with an apron printed with the words ‘I’m either Hungry or Horny, and if I’m wearing this it isn’t the first one’ printed on it. “Good morning! I thought I’d come over to see you off before your interview.” A quick press of lips to your cheek and Vash is back at the stove pointing at the countertop. You’re preferred coffee mug is sitting there, and you can see the steam rising from it, taking a sip as you raise it to your lips, it’s also done how you like it.
“Jesus Vash, this is almost a little overboard don’t you think?” Questioning softly as you look at the spread he’s finishing, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, it’s almost like he’s cooked a meal for six or seven instead of what you can only assume is you, and later him and Nicholas once he gets home.
“Nope” popping the ‘P’ and making a motion for you to serve yourself a plate. “I get the feeling today you’ll need the energy, plus I wanted to do something nice for you Babe.” That really does warm your heart as you take a plate and start to eat it, humming in delight, damn Vash is a good cook.
“If I didn’t already have a great deal of affection for you, these eggs would make me ask you to marry me.” You moan as they seem to just melt on your tongue. “All you you do nice things all the time for me.”
“Oh be still my thundering heart.” He smirks with a fake fluttering of his eyelashes, and a hand to his chest. “Besides, don’t they say the way to a man’s heart is his stomach? Trust me Babe you’ve never seen just how much Nico can actually eat.”
Grinning you smirk slicing the bacon up “If it’s his stomach is that why you like his ass so much? Quicker access.” That makes Vash burst out laughing doubling over and slapping a hand on the counter trying to catch his breath.
“I need to tell him that one.” Tears line his eyes as you keep eating the breakfast Vash made, plate finished you press a real kiss to his lips before rinsing the dish and placing it in the dishwasher before heading to your room to get ready.
While you’re getting dressed in an interview-appropriate outfit, Wolfwood slips through the door, the smell of freshly cooked food leading him to the kitchen and seeing a familiar blond mop of hair in his kitchen.
Smirking Wolfwood moves closer as silently as he can before reaching down to grab both ass cheeks in his hands. “Hm, I like my buns fresh squeezed.” Making Vash yelp and jump before swatting him. Wolfwood laughs at the lighthearted smacks, wrapping his broad arms around his lover and leaning his chin on Vash’s shoulder. “She leave yet?”
“No, getting changed. She ate already though, and good morning mister Nico.” Wolfwood hums as Vash answers nuzzling into the warmth of his lover's neck.
Pausing for a moment before asking as quietly as he can in the kitchen now aware you might appear at any moment. “Are you going to tell her?”
The briefest flinch of a shoulder under his chin and Wolfwood sighs “Tell her what?” Pretending Vash has no idea what he’s talking about, has him pressing his forehead against the side of his head.
“You know what I’m talking about Vash. You got her the interview.” His voice rumbled against the skin and shaved part of his head.
“No. She did that herself. I just… Made sure when they looked at her resume after the initial screening that they skipped the social media check. She shouldn’t be losing job opportunities because that ex of hers is dragging her name through the mud.” Placing the spatula in his hand on the counter finally finished cooking and turned in Wolfwood's embrace to return it. A quick peck, before running his fingers through those dark locks and looking into his tired eyes. “Have some faith in our little lady. She just got a helping hand.”
Huffing, but Wolfwood did find it hard to stay mad at his skinny blond lover “I do. I still think you should tell her.”
“I’ll tell her if she gets the job.” Whispering before gliding his lips across Wolfwood’s tasting the cigarette he must have finished before coming inside the building. The smell of fuel staining his clothes, even if Vash knew the tanned man had changed after his shift before coming home.
“Hey, Handsome, hope working wasn’t too rough last night.” The pair parting to see you leaning against the wall and sliding your flats on. Wolfwood felt his cock twitch in his pants, wondering if he or Vash could convince you to let one of them fuck you in that skirt later that flowed over your hips just right.
“Morning Little Bear. It was fine, I see someone’s been busy here.” Hearing you laugh he smiled releasing Vash and stepping closer to you noticing your makeup was done already. “You want a kiss for good luck? I don’t wanna ruin your make up though.”
That just makes you giggle more, nodding. “If a little kiss was going to ruin my make up we have problems.” Dragging your knuckles against the side of his face he grinned down at you. “I won’t say no to a good luck kiss though.” Pushing yourself up to your tiptoes to close the distance.
Wolfwood didn’t linger or deepen the kiss, just pressed his own lips against yours and hummed low in his throat. Working on his own surprise for his two lovers as far as work went. Pulling away, Vash was glued to his side wedging himself in between your bodies for a kiss of his own. “You don’t need the luck Babe. Just do your best.”
“Thanks you two. I’ll see you later.” Grabbing your bag and heading out the moment the door closed Wolfwood whistled.
“Hate to see her go, but love to watch her leave.” Turning his attention to Vash and wiggling his eyebrows at him.
“She does have a nice butt.” He agreed, biting his bottom lip.
“Think she’d let one of us fuck her in that skirt?” A swat to his ass, before Vash turned to grab a plate of food, getting Wolfwood to join him. In no time at all what you had thought was a mountain of food cleared away between the duo, dishwasher loaded, and the two of them heading into the bedroom to get some sleep.
Later that evening sitting on the couch, the pair heard as you came back heading right for your room and a short while later reappearing in your lounge clothes and looking somewhat exhausted with your laptop. Plopping down beside them and getting to work on something tapping away.
“That bad?” Nicholas asked, an arm wrapped around Vash who was leaning against his chest.
“Huh?” You looked almost dazed before you focused back on them. “Oh no. It was just, a lot. I had like several rounds of interviews with different people.” Running a hand through your hair before going back to your laptop. “At least I know I don’t have to go back, I was just told if I was selected I’d be contacted to start the hiring process.”
“That’s good then Babe. I’m proud of you.” Vash mumbled from where his face was mashed against Nicholas’s chest.
“So why are you on your laptop?” Nicholas felt one of his eyebrows raising, there was no way you were going back to job searching already. Were you?”
“Oh. I’m sending my thank you email for the interview.” Your fingers are moving swiftly across the keys, and Nicholas finds himself swallowing watching those small hands of yours.
“Thank you email?” Confused as he says it and you don’t even lift your head from your screen.
“Yea. You know. Thanking them for the interview and taking the time from their day for the interview, that kind of thing.” Waving one hand at the duo, while Vash just settles more against Nicholas.
“I. Have never done that.” Tumbling from the dark-haired man, incredulous that people do that sort of thing.
“What” You seem to be wide awake now as your head flicks up, staring right at him
“Sorry, but I’m a mechanic. It comes down to I fix engines, I’m not going to thank someone for talking to me to see if my skills are real or not.” Shrugging his shoulders and feeling Vash chuckling against his side, listening to the exchange.
“Oh Nico.” You laugh and seem to finish typing, your eyes scanning the words before hitting send and closing the laptop. “Sometimes I think we really are so different.” Looking at the pair and feeling the muscles of your face stretch as you grin. “Can I join you two?”
A nod from Vash, who rolls more so his head is resting in Nicholas lap, and you’re crawling atop him, dropping your weight and letting your head settle against his chest. Sighing as you hear his steady heartbeat under your ear.
Two hands trail down your side as Vash slips his fingers under your shirt to feel your bare skin, and you can see one of Nicholas’s large palms rubbing the blond’s face. As you relax more you find one of your hands moving to push up under the hem of Nicholas’s sweater and rub across his toned belly, fingers finding his happy trail and running your fingers through it.
The three of you stay like that for some time, and you slowly feel Vash getting hard against your belly. Licking your lips. “You two wanna fool around tonight?”
“I wanted to ask if one of us could fuck you in that skirt but you changed out of it.” Snickering as Nicholas deadpans that, you lift your head to see the pupils in Vash’s eyes growing wider, a slight pink on his cheeks.
“Maybe next time Handsome, the idea of one of you using it like a handle while you fuck me doggy style sounds appealing.” Nicholas hissing as you giggle, that comment makes his hips jerking making both you and Vash move.
“Damn Little Bear. One of these days I am gonna sink my cock in one of those tight holes of yours and ruin you.” Your pussy clenching and you hear Vash moan from under you, no doubt him liking the idea of seeing Nicholas pounding into you having been living in his head for a while.
���You can both think whatever you. Tonight I wanna watch you cum around my cock on your back while I take care of you. What do you think of that?” Vash has moved his hands so one of them is toying with the back of your bra and the over has slipped under the waistband of your sweats kneading one of your butt cheeks.
“I like the sound of that.” Damn, you really do, feeling the moisture starting to pool inside your core.
“Hm, maybe while you’re in her, I’ll be in you. Using you like a toy to fuck her senseless.” That really has your pussy throbbing and clenching around nothing, the idea of seeing both of them above you makes you feel dizzy.
“Please” you beg voice desperate slipping your hand down Nicholas’s pants to grip his dick directly, he’s a warm solid mass of flesh under your palm.
“Aw, are you begging Little Bear? I think I like hearing you beg for us.” His voice has taken on that husky edge that makes you flood your panties every time, and Vash is jerking his body up against yours moaning.
“Bedroom?” You’ve barely gotten started and Vash sounds broken already, nodding you release Nicholas’s cock pressing your lips over Vash’s clothed chest before lifting yourself off him.
The walk to the bedroom marked with the three of you helping one another strip from your clothes, hands groping bare skin. The sounds of smacks and slaps of tissue ringing in the air as you go, and you let out a long salacious moan when Nicholas slips one of those thick digits in your pussy while sliding your underwear down your hips.
Giving it a swirl inside your tight walls up to his knuckle before removing it, and placing it right in his mouth. His head tilts back as he sucks at the wet digit moaning around his finger, his Adam's apple bobbing as he pulls his hand from his mouth with a pop. “Such a sweet taste Little Bear. Maybe I should have called you my little honey pot instead.” His gruff voice rumbles out of him, and you feel another squeeze of your inner walls.
You didn’t know that just hearing something like that from him could get you so wet, little out a little whimper as those dark eyes of his seemed to pierce your soul. A nip to the side of your neck, and a press of his hips to your ass from Vash has you moving again. His cock twitching against your skin and you know he’s eager to sink into you. One of his hands ghosts over your belly and down to the apex of your thighs so he can lightly finger you while walking the rest of the way to the bedroom.
“So wet Babe. Hm, and feeling relaxed already, I can’t wait to watch you covered in sweat while I slam into that pretty pussy of yours.” Licking the skin of your neck as he guides you to the bed before giving you a light shove onto the mattress.
Crawling up so you can place your head against the pillows and leaving room for both men to join you. Fingering yourself as Vash and Nicholas stand at the foot of the bed, hands on each other's dicks pumping one another while their tongues tangle together in a sloppy open mouth kiss. Their builds are similar but such a contrast, Vash with his lean wiry muscles and pale skin while Nicholas is broad and thick his muscles well defined from his job and working out, covered in a tan skin that makes you think of the warmth of the desert.
And you somehow ended up in their bed. Panting as you add a finger to your core, watching them part a thin line of saliva connecting them together as Vash’s tongue hangs out over his lips. A slap to his butt cheeks while Nicholas laughs. “Condoms?” Called to you to grab two from the nightstand next to the bed, leaning over you hear a moan, looking over your shoulder and giving your booty a shake for their enjoyment before tossing them the condoms they wanted.
“No prep for Vash tonight?” Reaching up to push some of your hair from your face for Nicholas to grin, sliding the condom down his thick shaft before making Vash turn and parting his butt with both hands. A red heart-shaped plug winking at you from his between his cheeks. “Ah. I guess you were more prepared than I was.” Laughing as Vash turns back around before crawling up the bed towards you.
“Or maybe I like being stuffed” throwing your head back to laugh as Vash wiggles his eyebrows at you, and you sigh as his dry lips press against your belly drawing your attention back to him. Kneeling between your thighs and looking at you like you’re something he finds precious. “Just like I know you like being stuffed.” Snorting at how candid he is. And right.
“Just by my two favorite men.” Wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you, slotting your mouths together, and tasting Nicholas on his tongue while Vash prods at your slit with the head of his wrapped cock. Smearing your juices around while you make out before sinking into your tight heat. He feels wonderful and you’re loose enough for him to go balls deep on the first thrust filling you completely.
“I know you do Babe, always feel so good around my cock. Like a glove.” Setting an easy pace as he rolls his hips into you, slowly building the fire in your core and you hum. Focusing on the sensation of him throbbing inside your walls as you clench and unclench around him. Parts of his dick massaging your cunt as the veins twitch, and the ribbed condom adds to the pleasure he’s giving you. His hands playing with your tits and his thumbs flicking your nipples in time to his thrusts, and you’re panting in almost no time.
“Alright you two, I’m gonna get myself in that tight hole of Vash’s so stop moving for a few minutes.” You grin, wrapping your arms around his neck and shoving Vash’s face against your breasts so you can at least watch Nicholas’s face as he disappears in Vash’s entrance.
Those dark eyes focused on working the toy from your shared partner's butt makes you pulse around Vash who moans around your nipple that he’s licking and sucking. Shuddering as the toy pops free and you coo at him as your fingers drag along his skull. “So good Baby. You feel so good and Nico is gonna make you feel good too.”
Nicholas flicks his eyes at you, blowing you a kiss while pumping his cock before lining himself up with Vash’s entrance and starting to work himself in. The reaction is instant as Vash groans, his warm breath blowing across your damp skin making you moan yourself as your breasts pebble and you clench hard around his length. Shaking gently as Nicholas moves his dick in and out of his boyfriend with practiced ease, large hands rubbing his lower back where it turns into his ass. Giving it a smack making both of you and Vash moan as his shaft pluses in your tight heat. “Fuck Vash, you’re clenching so tight like you want me to cum before we even get started.”
Vash just whimpers his body pressing harder against yours, the hairs at his base rubbing your clit deliciously as the inferno in your core burns brighter. “Fuck, Nico. I’m close already.” You honestly hadn’t expected your first orgasm to be on the horizon that quickly, almost as if it snuck up on you.
“Don’t hold back Little Bear, Vash said he’d take care of you tonight so cum as much as you want.” Ground out through his teeth and you can see the sweat slowly forming on his chest and making the hairs on it gleam. His hips stilling to let Vash adjust to his girth, while Vash keeps writhing against you. You listen to Nicholas and let yourself go, spasming around Vash’s length and dragging your nails against his scalp making him moan.
“That’s it, cum around Vash you sexy thing. Fuck you two are so hot, milk that cock of his Little Bear.” You’re shaking under his gaze, feeling Vash pushing your hands from his head and releasing your breast with a pop. Moving upwards so his face is over yours.
“That’s it Babe. You feel so good” Purring before kissing you, his tongue plundering your mouth as Nicholas grabs your legs, lifting them so you’re wrapped around Vash and your heels are on the outside of his thighs.
“Now relax, because I’m gonna do what I said and use Vash to fuck you senseless.” Nicholas sets a brutal pace from that start that has Vash breaking the kiss to mewl, both your tight walls around his cock and having his ass filled has him reeling.
The movement of his hips has Vash rutting into your pussy hard and deep making you see stars and your second orgasm of the night is fast approaching. Screaming in pleasure as your core pulses, and you feel more pressure against your clit. Eyes narrowed to see Nicholas is pressing harder against Vash’s back, shoving you more into the mattress those deep eyes of his watching you intently. Leaning closer and closer so Vash is panting against your face, dick throbbing like mad inside of you.
You cum for a second time as Nicholas is able to get the angle just right to lick your lips next to Vash’s face. Moaning as the words “Good girl” echo in your ears, having fallen from Nicholas’s lips.
The pair aren’t done, and by the end of the night, you can barely feel your cunt and your legs are sore. Vash did take care of you, wiping your skin down and getting you to drink after everything was done. Whispers of how good you were pressed into your skin by his soft lips, and you fell asleep against Nicholas’s chest with Vash pressed against yours.
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shattered — d.m. | part 4
pairing: cheater!Draco Malfoy x fem!reader
genre: angst
warning(s): angst, fighting, mentions of cheating
word count: 1.2k
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Has Draco lost his fucking mind? First, disrespecting your new relationship, then punching Harry? You were furious. Your heart was racing as you rushed back down the stairs. After what felt like walking through the entire school, you finally made it to the courtyard. They were all still standing there, Ron helping Harry get up and Draco still snarling at Harry.
“Draco! What are you doing?!” you yelled angrily at him. He abruptly turned around in surprise, not expecting you to have seen it as his furious face quickly shifted into a worried one.
“Y/n, listen to me. I can explain!” he spoke out, slowly making his way to you. You didn’t want him any closer to you, so you quickly ran to Harry, helping him with Ron to get on his feet.
“Explain what? You dickhead! Don’t ever talk to me again!” you walked away as you carried Harry with Ron towards the hospital wing with difficulty, not wanting to see Draco’s face any longer. Draco hesitated to say something else, but he knew he couldn’t make the situation any better at the moment.
After a while, the three of you reached the hospital wing, panting and out of breath. Carrying Harry through Hogwarts wasn’t easy, even with Ron helping. Thankfully, Harry was not seriously injured, although Madam Pomfrey still wanted Harry to stay for the night. Ron left the two of you alone to talk since he feels extremely awkward being in any conversation he shouldn’t be a part of. As soon as you sat on the edge of Harry's bed, everything began to sink in. You felt so guilty. God, you hated Draco with every inch of you.
“Harry, I’m so sorry… It’s all my fault” Harry held your hand and gave you a kind smile like he always does. In times like this, you wondered how he managed to always be positive, knowing full well that you couldn’t.
“It’s not your fault, love. Don’t apologise”
“Why did he even punch you? What did he say?”
His face quickly shifted, the smile on his face disappearing.
“I… don’t know. He just punched me out of nowhere, I guess” you looked at him with a confused look on your face, but didn’t question it any further. It was obvious Draco could do stupid things out of anger.
You stayed with Harry in the hospital wing for as long as you could, not wanting to leave him alone. Just before curfew Madam Pomfrey rushed you out of the hospital wing, saying he needed his rest. You slowly made your way back to your dorm room, feeling plenty of emotions you didn't know how to deal with.
When you got to your dorm room, you decided to lie down on your bed and read a book to distract yourself from your frustration. Aside from the rage coursing through your veins, you were also overwhelmed with guilt. You felt that it was entirely your fault.
You were just about to read the next chapter of your book when you heard a knock on your door. Your first thought was that it was Harry before you quickly realized that he was staying at the hospital wing. He was the only person who would visit you after curfew. As curious as you were, you placed your book on your bedside table and put on a silk robe to cover your short pyjama shorts and shirt. You opened the door and saw someone you certainly did not expect at your door at this hour.
“Hi, Y/n” it was Theo. Theo was the one standing in front of your door after curfew. As if this day couldn’t get any weirder.
“Theo? What are you doing here?” you questioned, confused.
“I know this is weird, but you have to hear me out... Well, you have to hear him out actually.”
Before you could react, Draco appeared from around the corner, an apprehensive expression on his face. Seeing him reignited all of your anger.
“What is he doing here?!” you shouted irritably. You were about to close the door when Theo abruptly stopped you, unable to fight his strength.
“Listen, Y/n, I know that this is weird, but please listen to him. You really need to talk to him. Trust me” Theo said while looking at you with a serious look on his face. You trusted Theo. You always did. You knew he always had your back so that was the only reason you allowed Draco to come in, otherwise, you would’ve already slammed the door shut before he could even say anything.
“I’ll leave you two alone” Theo said before leaving. You shut the door and turned to Draco with your arms folded.
“What is it, Draco?” you asked him with a frown on your face. He sat on your bed and motioned for you to sit next to him. You did after a moment of hesitating, still despising him but the curiosity eventually got the best of you. He gave you a worried look and paused for a moment before speaking.
“Y/n, I don’t know how to tell you but… there is something you should know” your frown quickly shifted into a worried expression. All kinds of thoughts were racing through your mind. You had no idea what he was talking about, and to be honest, you weren’t even sure if you wanted to know at this point. Nervousness started to take over your body. He recognized your worry right away and slowly but cautiously took your hands in his, while he looked you deep into your eyes.
“How long have you and Harry been dating?”
“What?” the question took you by surprise, leaving you even more confused than before.
“Uhm… for about 4 months now... Why?” he nodded and took a deep breath before speaking again.
“Listen Y/n, I’m so sorry to tell you this. You’re still all I care about and I don’t want your heart to get broken again. I fucking hate myself for what I did in the past and you’re still-“
“What, Draco? What’s wrong?! You’re scaring me!” he looked at you intensely and held your hands even tighter. You could tell he was struggling to find the words to say what he needed to say. But you had to know, now.
“It’s Harry. He has been cheating on you. I've seen him in the woods with some girl for the past few months when I've gone for a walk to clear my head. I never gave it a second thought because I had no idea you two were dating” oh no. No… no no no! This could not be happening. Not again. You'd thought you'd finally be able to move on from all the heartache Draco had caused you and now it was happening all over again?
“Then why… why didn’t you say anything when I told you we were dating?”
“Because I knew you wouldn’t believe me. You would think I would be lying to get you back, so I wanted to fix it myself. That’s why I punched him today. You’re still the only person I care about. I don’t want anyone to hurt you ever again… like I did”
You wanted to respond, but you found yourself choking on your words as tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision. Draco came closer to you and held you in his arms, stroking your hair and rubbing your back. Normally, you would’ve pushed him off as soon as he laid his hands on you. But right now, you couldn’t wish for anything else.
part 5
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JJK Boys Headcannons: Losing their Virginity!
Featuring:
Yuji
Megumi
Warning: Losing virginity,
So these ended up being much longer than I planned I'm splitting them up into two or possibly three separate posts! So stay tuned if you like the Yuji and Megumi headcannons!!!
~Yuji~
Credit to Artist
~ One day a few weeks ago you and Yuji were making out things got pretty hot. Ever since then Yuji has wanted to do more with you.
~ He’s constantly been dropping not so subtle hints.
~ “(Y/N).” He starts as he places his hand on your thigh. “Do you wanna go back to my place and have some fun?” He tries to be innocent but his eyes are filled with lust.
~ “Babe I can’t stop thinking about that hot make out session we had (Y/N) I wanna do more.”
~ Can you say pussy whipped before he even gets your pussy!
~ He needs a lot of praise and reassurance!
~ This adorable needy boy is just craving your touch. (He's a sweet innocent little cinnamon bun that you just want to eat up)
~ Acts all cool and macho until its time to actually get down to it.
~ Now he is a trembling mess because he has no idea what to do.
~ Kissing? Maybe he should start there.
~ Yuji sloppily kisses you nervous as fuck because he is so worried about being bad his first time or what if he cums within 2.5 seconds. (He is freaking the fuck out inside)
~ His needy hands grab at your ass as he is kissing you.
~ No he wants to grab your waist! No your ass! He can’t figure out where he wants his hands to go.
~ You notice he is a total mess and ask him if he wants you to take control.
~ Now he is freaking out even more because he thinks that you think he is doing a bad job.
~ You reassure him that everything is fine you want take the lead and help him because you want both of your first time to be good.
~ You tell him exactly what to do.
~ “Kiss me while you’re unbuttoning my shirt.”
~ Yuji does so, next you guide his hands down to unzip your skirt.
~ He gets a little too excited getting ahead of himself and accidentally bites your lip a little too hard while he is kissing you.
~ He gets upset because he drew blood.
~ You reassure Yuji that it is ok by pushing him down and kissing is neck while you take off his shirt.
~ After a very long grabby make out session it’s time to explore each other.
~ “I uh I want to take off your bra (Y/N).” Yuji gives you a cute but shy smile.
~ So you turn around for him to do so and he just stares at it like it’s Fort Knox.
~ You reach your hand around and point out the hooks and that he as to undo them. “You have to unhook it.”
~ After five minutes success! he finally gets your bra off.
~ Yuji's jaw almost falls off as he looks at you naked…. It’s like he is seeing you for the first time all over again.
~ He continues to stare captivated by your beautiful jiggly breasts he reaches his hands out to play with them.
~ “Soooooo soft and squishy!” Yuji says with amazement as he pushes his face into them letting out a cute sigh.
~ You can’t help but giggle at how cute he is acting right now.
~ After getting lost in your amazing boobs he finally comes back and kisses you.
~ “Now what?” He asks his nervousness completely gone now..
~ You smirk at him and lay down. “Take off my panties sweetie.”
~ He looks at you all excited. “R-really!? I can take them off!?”
~ Yuji eagerly takes off your panties gazing at your pussy like it holds the answer to everything. (For him it probably does actually)
~ Finally he reaches out his hand running it over your slit making some juices leak onto his palm earning a sweet moan from your lips.
~ He looks at the gooey mess left and licks it off. “You taste pretty good.” He will give you a cute smile as he says that.
~ “Can I try something?” He asks you as he pushes his palm against your wetness again then licking off your juices.
~ You let out a louder moan as you nod your head yes.
~ Yuji gets all happy and lays on his belly scootching himself closer to your pussy.
~ He spreads your lips and lightly licks your clit making you shudder as you feel his warm breath then his tongue flicking it ever so lightly.
~ He catches on and encircles his mouth around your clit sucking on it as he gently pushes a finger inside you.
~ You have to catch your breath from the sudden surprise as he pumps his finger in and out of you while he continues to lick your clit.
~ “Oh Yujiiiii!” You moan out as you grab his soft hair. “Ju-justtttt like that!” You moan praising him.
~ He finally decides to come up his face completely soaked from your juices he gives you the cheesiest smile like he just won the lottery. (Well I guess he did in a way)
~ You look down and notice his pants are soaked from all the pre-cum so you take them off and gently stroke his throbbing cock.
~ “Be ca-careful.” Yuji wines out. “I don’t want to cu-cum to-too soon.”
~ “Okay so do you want to-to d-do it-it then?” You ask shyly.
~ He nods his head so you grab the condom and put it on him. (No babies for you yet)
~ “Do you want me on top or do you want to be on top?” You ask him.
~ “I want you to be on top you seem to have a better handle on this than I do.” He says sweetly.
~ “Okay lay down.”
~ He does so and you straddle his waist.
~ You position yourself and take a deep breath as he enters you.
~ Both of you moaning loudly as he fits in.
~ Slowly you start to rock your hips.
~ Yuji on the other hand is completely lost and his movements are very sporadic.
~ “Okay babe.” You start. “Every time I rock my hips forward you thrust into me.”
~ He listens and finally gets a motion going.
~ “Oh (Y/N)!” He moans out. “Th-this feels soooooo soooooo soooooo amazinggggggg!” He has a huge smile plastered to his face as he grabs your boobs and plays with them.
~ “Yessssss it is Yujiiiiiiiii! You’re do-do-doing soooooooo goooooooood!” You moan out.
~ Yuji loves hearing you praise him, it turns him on so much making him thrust into you faster.
~ He knows he isn’t going to last much longer between those sweet praises coming from you and the way your tight pussy just sucks his cock in he’s slowly losing it.
~ “Yujiiiiiii oh my God! I’m gonna cummmmm!” You moan out as you orgasm.
~ That does it for Yuji feeling your pussy tighten around his cock.
~ “(Y/N) I'm-I'm c-cu-cum-cumminggggggg!” He moans out as a explodes.
~ You lean down and kiss him passionately to know he has done an amazing job. Followed by more praises. “Yuji baby you did an amazing job for your first time!” You kiss him again.
~ You get off of him, take the condom off tossing it away.
~ You snuggle each other soon falling asleep.
~Megumi~
Artist Credit to @tyoukeikotu on Tumblr
~ You and Megumi have been dating for a while now your first year anniversary is coming up.
~ You have both talked about having sex among other things many times.
~ The two of you have done some stuff already. (like you’ve given him hand jobs and he has fingered you)
~ Megumi wants the first time to be really romantic and special so he picks your one year anniversary.
~ You're hoping this will happen so you wear a beautiful dress with extra sexy underwear for the occasion.
~ “(Y/N) you look absolutely beautiful tonight.” He says as he pulls you in for a kiss.
~ Megumi home cooks an amazing dinner really, really romantic with candlelight.
~ You finish dinner and help clean up.
~ You lay down on the bed and he puts a movie on, a romantic comedy. (Something you’ve both seen a thousand times because let’s face it you won’t be paying much attention to it)
~ He lays next to you on the bed pulling you in close.
~ You rest your head close to is neck and gently place your hand at Megumi's waistband.
~ He gently grabs your butt, making you look up at him and kiss him.
~ Megumi always acts all calm and cool but inside his heart is always racing when you touch him.
~ You bring your hand to his face wrapping it around his neck as you pull him in closer deepening the kiss.
~ Before you know it you’re straddling him, feeling his member become hard between your legs you gently buck your hips. (You want to subtly but not so subtly give him a hint)
~ He catches on instantly he still keeps his calm but inside he is becoming more nervous by the second.
~ Tonight it’s all about your pleasure.
~ He unzips your dress and rolls over so he is on top.
~ Megumi takes off your dress staring on in wonder at the sexy lingerie you’re wearing for him. “(Y/N) did you wear that just for me?”
~ He leans in and kisses you again as you unbutton and take off his shirt.
~ He breaks the kiss to look at you in all your glory.
~ He reaches out gently groping your breast as he kisses your neck making you moan.
~ He honesty has no clue what he is doing and he is panicking but as long as you like it he will keep calm on the outside.
~ He slowly kisses down your neck and between your breasts.
~ Slowly he moves his hands and unhooks your bra with ease slipping it off of you.
~ He pulls back to gaze as your breasts, he smiles as he reaches his hand out once again rolling your nipple between his fingers, making you moan louder.
~ He’s getting more and more turned on as you make those sweet lewd noises gaining more confidence.
~ He kisses you deeply as his other hand travels down into your panties he slowly inserts a finger in your soaking core, making you moan some more.
~ You're in such a trance being touched like this every bit of your body is tingeling. “Ohhhhhh!” Is all you can manage to moan out as he gently pushes in another finger.
~ He pulls his fingers out and licks them before taking off your panties.
~ He kisses you one last time before going down on you.
~ Megumi spreads your lips open gently licking your clit as he pushes a couple of fingers inside you again.
~ “Ohhhhh Megumiiiii!” Your body bucks wildly as you run your fingers through his soft raven hair.
~ He gets a little lost in eating you out and makes you squirt taking him by surprise.
~ He licks up your juices continuing to pleasure you as he pumps his fingers in and out of you.
~ “M-Me-Megumi I'm gonna cummmmm!” You wine out as you cum all over his fingers.
~ He comes up and wipes his face off before kissing you again.
~ “Well I liked that a lot more than I thought I would.” He says. (That was his first time ever going down on you)
~ “Me-Megumi…. I want to give you pleasure too.” You say shyly.
~ He turns bright red almost losing his cool when you say that.
~ “Uhhhh you-you want to pleasure me-me?” He gets really flustered.
~ You reach your hand down and unbutton Megumi's pants gently stroking his member outside his boxers making pre-cum leak through.
~ He whimpers at your touch. “(Y-Y/N-N).” He quietly moans out.
~ “Yes I do baby.” You whisper into his neck sending shivers down his spine. “Why don’t you lay back.”
~ He does so and you pull down his boxers taking his member in your soft hands.
~ You run your hands along his smooth shaft making him tremble at your touch.
~ “Ugnh.” He groans out.
~ You lower yourself to his tip licking the pre-cum off.
~ Megumi almost loses it when you encircle your mouth around his throbbing cock. “(Y-Y/N-N) that feels so-so good.” He quietly moans out.
~ He gently grabs your hair as your head bobs up and down watching on in amazement.
~ He has to be careful he doesn’t want to cum too soon so he pulls you off after a few minutes.
~ He grabs a condom and lays you down before putting it on.
~ Megumi takes a deep breath in as he positions himself between your legs.
~ “Are you ready my love?” He asks.
~ “Yes I am Megumi.” You smile at him.
~ He leans in to kiss you as he slips in, both of you moaning out loudly.
~ He slowly starts to thrust his hips.
~ Megumi already knows he won’t last too long the tightness of your pussy is just ruining him.
~ So he picks up the pace thrusting into you deeper.
~ Between hearing your sweet lewd moans and the wetness of your pussy every time he snaps his hips into you, God he can’t take it too much longer.
~ He bites his lip trying to hold on as long as possible, he wants to make sure you have an orgasm too.
~ “Me-gu-mi.” You moan out softly as he goes deeper you grab onto his muscular back. “I-I’m go-going to-to cummmmmm!”
~ Game over he feels your pussy tighten around him and he loses it, thrusting in deeper wining out he cums.
~ You smile at each other as you lean in to kiss him deeply.
~ He pulls out and takes the condom off to throw it away.
~ Turning his attention back to you Megumi can’t stop kissing you. “(Y/N) I love you so much.” He kisses you again.
~ “Megumi really you l-love me?” You can’t stop smiling. (This is the first time he said he loved you…. What a time huh?)
~ He smiles back. “Yes I do (Y/N).”
~ “I love you too Megumi.”
~ He pulls you in close, you lay on top of him falling into a deep blissful sleep.
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That which lingered on his mind / Chapter 1
Prologue - Chapter 2
Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x reader
Word count: 4,7k
Warnings: 18+, Non-con, dub-con, Explicit sexual content, Explicit language, smut, Graphic descriptions of violence, bondage (bound wrists), oral (f receiving), asphyxiation (choking), Cumplay, Some graphic descriptions of blood.
Chapter summary: Steve Rogers, Captain America and your former neighbor, used to harbour some secret feelings for you before he was turned into a Hydra asset. Now he’s come back to claim what he cannot rid himself of: his desire for you.
Author’s note: This one came to me a dark January night and hasn’t let me go since. This series will be about 7-8 chapters, so stay tuned! Not beta-read, so all mistakes are mine. My work is not to be distributed anywhere but my blog. Reblogs are welcome, though. And I so appreciate reading your replies and tags<3 hope you enjoy ;)
It started out as any other night. You had a cup of tea and scrolled through your phone for a while before a violent yawn told you it was time for bed.
It was a normal night.
Until you stood face to face with Captain America. Or at least, who you thought was Captain America.
America’s hero and your former neighbor.
You had never really paid any attention to news about the Avengers or Mr. Rogers, and had never been one to socialize with neighbors. He lived across the hall from you and was quiet and polite, never drawing more attention to himself other than a smile and a curt greeting now and then.
That was until he disappeared off the grid about four months ago. It was all the news could talk about for a good three weeks. Gossip in the building also started flourishing. Where had he gone? What happened? Was he dead?
Apparently not, for there he stood, silent as the grave, inside your apartment, half shrouded in darkness, blocking your way to the bedroom.
You didn’t really know what his uniform used to look like either, but from what you could remember he used to have a star on his chest, and not the squid looking emblem he now bore. His face was also an unusual sight, jaw covered in a gruff beard, hair long and pushed back. But worse were the eyes; steely, cold and intent on you.
Had it only been good ol’ Captain America standing uninvited in your home you would have been scared. But this. This chilled you to the bone.
What the fuck was going on?
Your body froze as you stared at the man, who made no effort to speak nor move. Finally you found your voice.
“Excuse me, but what the hell are you doing in my apartment? Please leave before I call the police.”
You tried to sound tough, but your voice shook slightly at the last word. He must have picked up on that, for his otherwise dead eyes gained a slight glimmer.
“Please do. Their deaths will be on your shoulders.”
A small gasp caught in your throat. You were starting to become terrified. This was absolutely not the Captain America you had seen on the news nor the Steve Rogers you had greeted in the hallway.
“Actually, don’t bother, you’ll never reach your phone,” he continued, sounding far too nonchalant for the ominous aura he was putting off.
Your eyes widened when you remembered leaving your phone on the living room table, all the way across the room behind you.
What should you do? Run for it anyways? Scream for help? You opted for a seemingly less provoking approach.
“What do you want?” you asked, tears starting to involuntarily form at the corners of your eyes.
His eyes seemed to darken somehow, setting themselves on you with deadly weight, piercing your soul.
“You.”
Your fight reflex kicked in before you could think, and you lunged for the front door across the living room behind you.
But you barely got a few steps in before a thick arm snaked around your waist and janked you back to hit painfully against a hard, unrelenting body. You managed to shriek in fear before a second hand, big enough to cover both your mouth and nose slammed down on your face and muffled your cries, knocking your lips against your teeth. You tasted blood.
You kicked, hit and scratched at your assailant's body, but gained only a mocking snicker in response. His mouth came down to whisper in your ear, sending ice cold shivers down your spine.
“Please, keep fighting, it only makes this more enjoyable.”
You sobbed into his coarse hand, tears springing free from your eyes, wetting the skin of his fingers.
He tsked
“Cuing the waterworks. He wouldn’t like that,” he breathed into your ears and tightened his grip on your face, effectively cutting off your air supply. You squirmed against his arms in panic, new tears falling, not managing to move him even an inch. His grip remained as tight as iron.
As your vision blurred and you slipped into dark unconsciousness, you kept wondering what he meant by “he”.
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You awoke groggily, feeling the muscles in your arms ache as they lay over your head. You usually woke up with your arms thrown over your head, so it took a few seconds to remember what had happened.
When you did, your body surged upwards, but was promptly janked back against the bed. Looking up, you registered for the first time that both of your wrists were bound to the bedpost above your head, using the bondage ropes you had gotten as a joke a few years back. Looking down you saw that you were still fully clothed, with your oversized UNI t-shirt and cotton shorts.
The knot looked intricate and a few janks told you it was secure as well.
Your breathing started to race as you understood you were stuck, and a cry ripped itself from your lungs at the realization.
“Ah-ah-ah, I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” a calm voice came from across the room.
“HELP,” you screamed at the top of your lungs, ignoring the man who sat in the chair in the corner. It felt good to defy him, if only for a split second.
He made no indication that your behaviour bothered him, his stare as even as ever.
“I will kill anyone who enters this apartment,” he said calmly. “You don’t want to endanger any of your good neighbors' lives. That’s not who he perceived you to be. I, on the other hand, have no problem killing everyone in this building if it helps you understand what is happening here.”
“And what the fuck is happening here exactly?” you snarled, still janking at the knot around your wrists, bound just a little too tightly.
He smirked at that.
“Feisty, just like I hoped. It’s more...fun if I can break you first,” he mused.
He got up from the chair and moved over to the bed. When he got close enough you kicked out at him, and you would have hit him right in the gut if he hadn’t caught your foot. Not that it would affect him, you bitterly thought after.
He looked almost amused before twisting your foot around until you shrieked in pain.
“Oh,” he cooed, “remember to be quiet. We wouldn’t want anyone to come checking in on you, would we?”
He let go of your foot, and you recoiled in the pain that shot up through your body. A sob escaped your gritted teeth.
He snickered.
“Pathetic. But I do see the appeal.”
He leaned forward and grabbed your jaw in a harsh grip, making you look him in the eyes as he leaned in so close his breath brushed across your face. There was a slight hint of mint to it.
“What's happening here, sweetheart, is that I’m gonna get some things out of my system.”
His hand let go of your jaw and moved down to slightly encircle your throat, lingering like a taunting threat. Your throat constricted instinctively at the presence of his calloused hand. A smirk played at his lips as you squirmed under his light touch.
“I’m going to fuck you, Y/N”.
You thrashed at that, nausea setting in your stomach, your skin prickling as the words landed.
“No, no, no, please,” you started to mumble in your panicked state, janking more desperately on the knot around your bound wrists.
“Oh yes, and the more you fight, the worse it’ll be for you,” Steve smirked as he moved around the back of the bed and started to climb onto it, grabbing your kicking feet with ease, straddling your thighs.
Helpless to stop it, you watched as he took a fistful of your shirt in both his hands and ripped the fabric open, split down the middle, exposing your stomach and chest underneath. In the chilly night air your nipples hardened and goosebumps spread across your skin.
You saw the feral expression that grew behind his eyes.
He only hummed in response to your desperate whine, before letting a hand flitter up your hip.
His fingers stroked lightly up your torso, following every dent and bump, and you shivered at how soft it was in contrast to his earlier brutality.
Your breath hitched in your throat and his gaze snapped up to meet yours.
“Does that feel good?” he asked in a low murmur, smugness shining in his eyes, mockery dripping from his voice..
You shut your mouth and bit the inside of your cheek, tears welling in your eyes, trying to quell the impulse to scream.
You had no doubt in your mind that no one in your building could overpower the super soldier, and you were terrified he would keep his word.
You couldn’t let anyone else die.
A painful tweak of a hardened nipple brought you back to the room, and you cried out.
“Don’t disappear now, I need you present for this,” he instructed in a patient voice, almost like you were a disobedient child.
He bent down then, and took a pebbled nipple into his mouth while his hands landed on either side of your head, caging you in.
The sensation of his hot and wet mouth in contrast to the cold air of the room sent sparks flying through your body and, more horrifyingly, down between your legs. You bit your tongue out of shame, and tried to squirm away from his wanton mouth. It took only a single hand of his on your chest to effectively pin you down as he continued his ministrations on your nipple, sucking, licking and teasing with his teeth.
He radiated warmth hovering over you like that, his hand a searing presence on your skin, no doubt feeling how hard your heart was beating against your ribcage.
His smell filled your nose, musky, with hints of smoked wood and cedar, and something familiar and sweet - your own perfume. Did he go into your bathroom? Did he use your perfume on himself?
His mouth moved up your chest and to your neck, and he was so close, so overwhelming.
You squirmed slightly at his approach, but noticed that in this position, pinned under his thighs like you were, the fabric of your panties caught on your core, dragging along the awakened skin, and to your horror you could feel the slick starting to gather there. You stifled a whimper, face burning with dread and newly bloomed shame.
His beard scratched your throat as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling sharply.
“There’s that smell,” he murmured with a throaty sigh, “that smell he couldn’t get out of his head”.
What was he on about? Who was “he”?
Your mind raced with questions as his tongue started to lap at your throat, leaving open mouthed and sloppy kisses to your sensitive skin.
You closed your eyes and tried to resist, tried to fight your body’s reaction to his stimulation, but as his teeth nipped at a particularly sweet spot, your whole body shuddered involuntarily and a small gasp escaped your mouth.
His face snapped up from your neck, piercing blue eyes finding yours teary and terrified - and no doubt dilated.
He straightened after a second, and shimmied off from where he was still stradling your thighs. As soon as your legs were free, you started kicking out at him, rage and defiance surging, trying and failing to hit him in the chest as he effortlessly caught both your ankles and gathered them in one hand.
He leaned forward, face smooth and emotionless, and landed an open handed slap across your face a second later.
Your head whipped to the side, and your breath left your body for a second as your head swam, a high pitched ringing filling your ears.
You gasped in shock, your whole body going stiff as pain spread from your cheek.
You had never been hit before, and especially not that hard. Tears sprang forth from your eyes as it dawned on you how utterly fucked you were.
“Let that be a warning,” he said in a calm voice, seemingly not affected in the slightest by the violence he was so willingly dishing out.
The fight was out of you for now, and you could only breathe through the sharp pain that lingered on your face as he moved in between your thighs.
Sitting back on his haunches he started to remove the tactical suit on his torso, impatiently ripping at the fastenings as his eyes never left your face, red, swollen and wet from your tears.
You averted your gaze, disgusted by him, disgusted by yourself, desperately trying not to reveal your body’s reaction to his.
When he was completely naked from the waist up, his hands turned to your sleeping shorts, removing them with deft haste and surprising softness before leaning back again, his touch leaving your body.
Several seconds went by without any action, and your curiosity gained the better of you. Turning your eyes to him, you found him studying your body. His face was as blank as ever, but his eyes betrayed some sort of sentiment you hadn’t seen before.
“He used to dream about you,” he said after a while, seemingly more to himself.
He bent forward once he realized you were watching him, caging you in again as he hovered over you, moving closer and closer.
Face still stinging from his slap, you didn’t dare move even a muscle as his lips found yours. It started slow, but soon he grew impatient, and his tongue invaded your mouth, hot, wet and dominating, moving languidly against your own.
Breathless and reeling, a small whimper left your mouth, and the responding groan that emitted from his throat rumbled through you.
While still moving his tongue into your mouth, one of his hands reached down and you felt the distinct calloused warmth of his touch to the inside of your thigh.
A small, panicked “no” croaked out of you, but he only swallowed it eagerly, not letting up his touch as it zeroed in on your core.
You could feel his fingers touching the cotton covering you, and by the breathy laughter he huffed against your mouth, he no doubt felt how wet it was.
“Oh, doll, I don’t think you’ve been completely honest,” he mocked as he leaned back again and looked down at your ruined panties.
You tried to hide your burning face in the nook of your elbow as he ripped your panties off before bunching them up in his hand and bringing them to his face. But his eyes caught yours in a steel grip as he inhaled sharply, eyes fluttering for a second before a pleased sigh left his lips.
You watched as his tongue swiped at the wet patch of the fabric before he put the panties in his pocket.
You thrashed at his obscene actions, nausea burning hot in the pit of your stomach, mixing with your undeniable arousal.
What the fuck was wrong with you?
As your mind raced against the reality of the situation, Steve laid down on the bed between your legs. His mouth attacked your pussy.
A squeak escaped your mouth, hands janking at the knot around your wrists as he started devouring you, mouth moving between your clit and weeping wound with urgency, almost desperation.
A full on groan left his mouth as he lapped at the juices that were steadily leaking from you.
His hands found your breasts and started teasing your nipples, and you tried to squirm away.
You needed him to stop, you needed this assault on your senses to cease, because you could feel your resolve burning away as sweet, untainted pleasure started spreading through your body.
Steve’s tongue swept up and swirled around your clit, and you tried inching away. One of his hands gave your breast a sharp slap before tweaking your nipple painfully again. Another warning. You headed it.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, but in contrast to the last time it almost sounded like he cared.
You shook your head weakly.
He chuckled against your mound and gave your breast another slap, sending jolts of pain through your chest.
“Don’t lie,” he warned, but there was surprisingly little malice in his voice. “But nevermind. This pretty, swollen, soaked cunt tells me all I need to know,” he said almost fondly before giving your clit a few licks.
“Give in, Y/N, I can feel how much you want to,” he taunted in between licks and all you could do was lay still and take it, new tears streaking from your eyes and wetting the hair at your temples as you squeezed them shut.
He was right. You couldn’t deny the pleasure he was wringing from your body.
“I’m going to stay still now, and you move however you want,” he said then, before doing just that.
Somehow, having him stop was more torture than what he had been doing, and your stubborn pride, your better judgement and the stinging feeling of violation that burned in your chest fought against your body’s sudden need for stimulation - for his stimulation.
Something in you snapped, and you tentatively moved your hips so your clit could find his tongue, stretched out waiting for you.
You shivered.
It felt good.
You rolled your hips again, more firmly this time, and the resulting swipe of his tongue against your sensitive bud of nerves had your breath leaving your body in a shaky exhale.
His hands gave your breasts an encouraging squeeze, before resuming their attention on your nipples, and you moved your hips with more fervor.
Before long you were grinding yourself on his mouth, breaths coming out in puffs as your eyes stayed shut, losing yourself in the hot feel of his tongue.
Desperation grew as you could feel that distinct coil tighten in your abdomen, and every draw of breath fueled the build up.
Not thinking anymore, you bucked your hips on him in repeated motion, lingering on the edge of the abyss, searching for that which would make the coil snap.
A desperate whimper left your mouth and as a response, a rumbling groan from his throat vibrated right through you and you fell head first into your orgasm, entire body shuddering violently as your mouth opened in a silent scream.
He was on you as you came down, lapping up your release and groaning as you trembled at the overstimulation. He was frantically groping at your waist and hips, strong arms and hands grounding you as you floated on the aftershocks of your high.
The moment the orgasm faded from your foggy mind, it fell in on itself.
How could you let yourself give in like that?
You squeezed your eyes shut, your mind trying to escape the whole thing, if only for a moment, go far far away, go numb, go blank.
You weren’t allowed more than a few seconds reprieve, however, as you faintly heard him rustling around before you felt pressure at your entrance.
Before you had time to protest, Steve pushed his cock into you, giving a pleased huff as your body squeezed instinctively, drawing him in even more.
Your eyes shot open and met his - wild and pleased.
“There she is,” he said with dark glee as he breathed hard.
You fought to draw breath as your body seared with pain of the intrusion. His girth was more than you could take. It was all you could do to handle the stretch of his cock bottoming out, pushed inside you to the hilt.
“Feel that? Feel how your willing cunt is swallowing me like that, inviting me in?”
He started to move a second later, not giving you any time to adjust, setting a punishing pace that sent sparks of pain up through your body.
You cried out at the agony, nails digging into your own palms.
Above you, Steve growled as he bared his teeth at you, slamming his hips against yours.
His cock was rock hard as it speared you, and he only seemed to grow harder at your pained cries.
Through the pain and your strained whimpering sounds, you faintly heard him mumble.
“- all those incessant thoughts about you….never like this….if he only fucking knew...ripe for the taking, and the bastard didn’t as much as ask you out...”
His hand seized your throat as he stuffed his face into the crook of your neck again, inhaling fervently. Hitched breaths was the only thing that escaped you at this point, as he kept up his torturing pace, abusing your pussy without halt.
“- That fucking smell in the hallway...never escaping it...fuck…gonna fuck those thoughts right out...”
Was “he” Steve? Was he rambling about himself? Or at least, who he used to be?
The pain had slowly subsided as you’d listened to the man’s crazed rambling, and a deep onslaught of pleasure was starting to make itself known with each punch of Steve’s cock. Soon your body started to tremble, and you fought against the coil starting to build again.
Steve shifted his hips to run his hands down your sides, and the new angle hit the spot deep within you that made your breathless.
Your mouth opened in a complete and utter moan, and Steve’s head snapped up from your neck, something akin to surprise in his eyes as he took in your face.
“That’s the spot, isn’t it?” he asked, and his voice was thick with pleasure.
You tried to avert your eyes, but his hand shot up and gripped your jaw, pulling your face so close that your breaths mingled. His stare locked yours in an iron grip.
His thrusts slowed, and he rolled his hips, reaching deep, so deep inside you, and a pleasured sigh left your lips to fan across his lips as he found that spot again.
“Look at you. Steve would never think of you like this - he respected you. Little did he know you were a cock hungry little masochist,” he husked, pupils deep pools of dark desire. Your cheeks burned as you clenched around him at his words.
He grunted, letting his eyes fall close for only a second, and you noticed how his long and beautiful eyelashes fanned across his cheek.
“Let’s see how much you can enjoy this, huh?” he asked in an almost mocking tone as one of his hands reached down to where his body was rutting into yours, and his thumb found your clit.
You cried out as he started an unrelenting circling of the sensitive bud, and he mouthed at your jaw as he hummed in response.
In the back of your mind a small voice was telling you to fight, to gnaw and hit and thrash until he understood that you didn’t want this. Another voice was arguing that you would only be hurt further if you fought more. There was no getting away from his intent and no overpowering him.
A louder voice was whispering that it was okay to give in. Give in to the way he felt on your skin, the way he moved in you, the way he looked at you. Give in to the pleasure.
Your orgasm washed over you like a warm wave, spasming through every muscle as they sung with exhilaration. A shuddering groan left your lips and your pussy pulsed around Steve’s cock. He growled as he crushed his lips to yours, and you opened yours willingly, moving your tongue against his in a wet and sloppy kiss.
“Good,” he praised in a groan after breaking the kiss, and to your surprise, something akin to pride bloomed deep in your chest at his praise.
You were completely lost in the pleasure now, in the drag of his cock against your trembling walls, his musky og smoky scent and those blue, lust-blown eyes piercing you.
His pace quickened again, and you could tell by the way his muscles tensed that he was closing in on his own release.
“I can feel you fluttering, doll. Listen to the sounds this pretty pussy makes. Maybe I should keep you?” he mused darkly, a small wicked grin on his lips.
For a moment terror flashed across your eyes. Keep you? In the back of your mind the pain of your still bound wrists alerted you of the implications of that notion. Your cheek was still burning hot from his earlier “warning”.
As if he read your mind, he sneered.
“Take what he never had. Continue to take what he never had. Make you mine, let you have my cock every time I want, keep this tight pussy on a leash”.
You heaved for breath as his thrusts grew frantic, and he raised himself to his haunches, hands a bruising grip on your hips as he looked down at you.
Under the dim moonlight his muscles rippled, shining in a layer of sweat, his hair disheveled and falling into his face, and those eyes, forever shaking the bones in your body.
Your name ghosted on his lips as his brows furrowed and your back arched as your third orgasm seized you by every muscle in your body, your head thrown back in a desperate, strangled whine.
“Fucking shit,” he exclaimed through gritted teeth, and as your cunt pulsed around him, you drew his orgasm right out of his body.
He gave a few stuttering thrusts before stilling, thrust to the hilt inside you. Through the blood coursing in your ears you heard his snarl as he emptied himself in you.
For a moment his face completely stilled, eyebrows raised, eyes fluttered shut, mouth slightly open. In that moment, you swore you recognised your former neighbor, Steve Rogers, Captain America in those features.
But in a moment he was gone, and this Steve, whoever he was, was leaning forward to crush his mouth on yours.
Still coming down from your high, you eagerly opened your mouth for him in a rather intimate kiss, one of his hands coming up to cup the side of your face.
You almost sighed at the softness of it all when his teeth caught your bottom lip and bit hard enough to draw blood. You yelped in pain as the iron taste filled your mouth and he let you wrench your way out of the kiss, snickering as he leaned back up and licked some of your blood off his lips. His eyes were wicked as he pulled himself out of you.
The emptiness he left behind was both a relief and a disappointment, even as your lip stung. You licked at the cut, wondering just what brand of danger had forced himself into your bed.
“God, what a sight,” he murmured above you, fingers dipping down to spread your nether lips apart as his cum dribbled out of you.
Embarrassment burned your face as he looked on, perverted astonishment painting his features.
Two fingers swiped your slit, gathering both of your releases on them before bringing them up to your mouth.
When you did nothing but stare at him, he simply whispered “open”.
You obeyed, holding his gaze, and he pushed his fingers slowly into your mouth. The mix of the iron of your blood, the salt of his cum and the tangy taste of yourself made your face scrunch up, and he hummed low in his chest.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, face emotionless but for the shining sin of his eyes.
You couldn’t help yourself, you nodded.
The corners of his mouth twitched up at that, approval coating his features.
“Oh, I’m gonna keep you, alright,” he murmured, dragging his wet fingers down your torso.
As his fingers slowly caressed you, exhaustion drizzled over you, your vision blurred, and you fell into unconsciousness.
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When you awoke, bright daylight was shining in through your window.
The soreness piercing your muscles was like nothing you had ever felt before, but the sleep had been even deeper, sitting like a pleasurable hum in your bones.
You remembered immediately what had happened in the night and was relieved to find that your wrists were no longer bound. The bruises, purple and pink, would probably last for weeks.
The ache deep in your core made your gut wrench in remembered dread, but somehow there was a feeling of anticipation there as well.
A quiet voice inside you whispered that you hoped he would stay true to his word, and come back.
Author’s note: Christ. Sometimes I wonder if there’s a blood kink brewing inside me.
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Platform 9¾
Requested by anon: howdy, how are you? can you please do a story that follows the wizard theme? so tommy and the reader have a daughter and she has magic like her mother. she has a wand and can do spells and make potions and has spells books. and especially how tommy would react to it? Since he is a muggle and probably has never seen magic except when his wife does it. have a nice day. 💕
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x female!reader, Thomas Shelby & Female!Reader + daughter
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, soft!Tommy
Words: 1,148
Summary: (See Request)
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His little girl was eleven years old. Eleven fucking years old and on her way to the train station where she would be sent off to a school for people like her. At first, Tommy was hesitant to the idea. Not seeing his daughter, minus breaks, until summer? However, seeing the excitement on her face, as well as eavesdropping on his wife telling her stories about her time in the school, Tommy decided he would not be the one to hold his daughter back from it. Besides, being with people who were like her would make her feel normal, and that’s all he wanted for his daughter.
Now, on the car ride to London’s station, he felt a new feeling grip his gut like it were clinging for dear life. Y/n noticed his uneasiness and reached for his hand, offering her husband a warm smile when he turned his head slightly in response. Are you alright? She asked with her eyes.
He responded with sharp inhale. I’m fine.
Y/n dropped the topic, switching her attention to her daughter but not letting go of Thomas’ hand. “You’re going to love it there.”
“But I won’t be able to see you or daddy!”
Tommy’s heart ached at the panic in his daughter’s voice. She too would miss him greatly. That reassurance should’ve made him feel better, but it made the tugging feeling in his stomach worsen. His eyes even began to sting- not that he’d admit it.
“We’ll write to you, love.” His low voice quavered for a second, hinting that he was close to tears. Of course, Lavinia was too young to catch onto the voice crack’s true meaning, but the way his wife look at him, he knew she heard it.
“Your father is correct, my dear Lavinia. We’ll be sure to send you an owl whenever possible! Photos too.”
A happy gasp cued the glow of her eyes, the little Shelby witch already envisioning her opening letters during breakfast, then writing back in class whilst she listens for anything she should be taking note on. Her mother had already informed her of the letters, howlers, owls, everything. Her imagination was swarming with what she thought Hogwarts would be like.
Tommy couldn’t help but smile, his daughter’s joy spreading to himself. It was like an infection, spreading from his ears and eyes to his heart, but instead of curing the worry forming within him, it only brought more strength to the punch it packed. His smile slipped slightly, but nevertheless, he pushed through.
“Moving ones? Like the ones on your desk in your room?”
“Mhm!” Y/n nodded.
He thought about the photos Lavinia referenced. Moving photos, almost like they were in the exact moment once more, like the pictures, or also known as films, but in a photoframe. And magic.
They were minutes away from the station, and Tommy swore the pain in his abdomen had never nagged more than it did now. He’d nervously bite his lip, twiddle his thumb, glance over at Lavinia, a majority of his tells giving away the fact that he was most certainly not giving the road the attention he should’ve been.
“Thomas!” Y/n yelped as she gripped ahold of the wheel, leaning over and controlling the car with one arm until her husband was brought back down to earth with panic.
“Fuck!”
“Mummy, daddy said a bad word.” Lavinia dawned wide eyes. She’d heard him say many of the grown-up words before, but each time she still flashed back to the first time she’d said one and was given a lecture by her great-aunt Polly.
“Well, lovebug, you’ll just have to excuse your father this once. He did a silly.” Y/n gave her husband a side-glare as she sat properly in her seat again. “And no, that does not mean you can swear when you do a silly.”
“Unless you have good reason for it.” Tommy muttered with a chuckle. He only earned himself a small nudge from Y/n, which brought a teasing smirk to his lips.
The talk on the rest of the way was pretty small, only bits and pieces worth remembering...in the girls’ eyes. To Tommy, every moment with his girls were worth remembering. In fact, this very moment was one he wished never to forget.
He could quote their conversation word for word if asked to.
Lavinia looked both ways before frowning at her mother. “Mummy, there is no platform nine and three quarters.”
“That’s what the muggles see, lovie. But what we see...” She pointed at the brick wall that separated platforms nine and ten. “is right through that wall right there.”
A little smile crawled onto the lips of Lavinia and her mother, a knowing flick of her eyes and the sudden tight grip on her cart cued the preparation Lavinia held. She readied herself before squeezing her eyes shut and running for the wall.
Tommy’s eyes doubled in size. Sure, he’d seen magic before, after all, he was married to a witch, but seeing his daughter walk right through a wall as though it were nothing brought a race to his heart. He walked over, feeling the surface. Yep, indeed, it was brick.
He barely moved in time before Lavinia came hurdling back into the muggle world, a large grin on her face. “Did you see me daddy? Did you see me!?”
“I did, Lavi. It was quite impressive!” He swept her up into his arms, like he did when she was little, and pressed kiss after kiss on her cheeks, the baby-fat still evident in the way they squished with each peck.
“Mummy, help! It tickles!”
Despite her cries for assistance, she only received more attack kisses. Giggles filled their ears, and a harsh tug ripped at Tommy. He thought it oughta be gone by now, but he was incorrect.
Y/n stopped to look at her husband more closely. “Tommy, are you alright?” Concern traced her features.
“Yeah, I’m afraid I’m a bit...sad to see little Lavi go. Seems just yesterday she was playing with uncle Finn and Isiah, they were so little too.”
“But now I’m big, daddy! And I’m going to school so I can do magic like mummy!” Lavinia gave her father a toothy grin.
“I thought mummy said you can’t do magic out of school?”
“Not until she’s of age. Then we can do all the magic we want, isn’t that right Lavi?”
An equally as mischievous look made the mother-daughter duo look even more similar than reality. Tommy chuckled. Although Y/n had to keep him out of trouble, he’d be doing some protecting himself, and not just keeping boys- or girls, he doesn’t judge- away from his little Lavinia. She was going to school, she was going to become a properly trained witch. And just like her mummy, she was going to amaze him.
Or something like that.
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IN LIFE, IN DEATH...
Part One
Luke Patterson x Fem!reader
Summary: All you wanted was to play the biggest gig of your life with your best friends, but you just might get more than you bargained for.
Warnings: death and some swearing (I don’t think there is anything else but if there is, let me know!)
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May 1994
“Shit.”
You whispered to yourself as you stared at the old clock on the diner’s wall.
It had only been half an hour since your shift started, but you were already anxious for it to be over.
Cece’s diner was normally one of your favorite places in the world. It was a small, poorly lit building in a boring part of L.A. It didn’t see much business since it wasn’t easy to find. But the air always smelled like fresh coffee and cinnamon.
You loved working there, but it was not where you wanted to be right now.
“You okay, (Y/n)?” A voice asked from behind the counter. You turned to see your boss Cece, a petite middle-aged woman who was eyeing the dirty table in front of you that you were supposed to be cleaning.
“Yeah, sorry. My mind is somewhere else.” You admitted, throwing the empty plates in the tray and carrying them to the kitchen.
Cece shook her head and let out a laugh as she followed. “On a certain guitarist, perhaps?”
Your cheeks flushed and Cece laughed again, grabbing the rag off her shoulder and smacking it against your arm lightly.
She was one of the few people who knew about your feelings for Luke Patterson. One of your best friends, childhood crush, and most recently, your bandmate.
“And for your information, I’m thinking about all of the band because we’re practicing tonight.”
“Uh-huh.” Cece hummed, a sly smile on her face.
She always pretended to be annoyed with your ramblings since you joined sunset curve, saying that a sixteen-year-old girl had no business being in a rock band. But you had caught her bragging about you to the few regulars you had multiple times.
She had a son living a few states away, but they weren’t close. So she treated you like her daughter. Which meant she wasn't the biggest fan of you constantly hanging around a bunch of teenage boys. But eventually, she warmed up to them. Especially Alex; he was her favorite.
Luke, on the other hand, annoyed her to no end.
You ran the dishes under hot water and pressed a kiss to Cece’s cheek as you walked past her and back into the main room.
“Besides, Luke doesn’t like me like that.”
Cece rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to speak but the shrill ring of the phone cut her off. You let out a sigh, grateful for the distraction. She meant well, but when it came to your situation with Luke, you were more than happy to live in denial and ignoring it altogether.
He was your best friend. That’s all that mattered right now.
You shook the thoughts from your head and grabbed the phone’s receiver. “Cece’s Diner. How can I help you?”
“How much do you love me?”
Speak of the devil.
Your heart raced at the sound of Luke’s voice rang through your ears. His choice of words definitely not helping to calm you down. You shook your head, mentally scolding yourself.
“Luke?” You asked which prompted Cece to raise an eyebrow from the other side of the room.
“Hey. I’m sorry for calling you at work but I can’t finish this song and it’s driving me nuts. I need you and your genius brain to come help me.”
Despite your protests, the tap dance in your chest continued. It was ridiculous that after knowing Luke all your life, you were still shocked when he complimented you like that.
“I don’t get off until six, but I’ll come after.” You said, trying not to smile when you heard him cheer in victory. “And before Reggie asks, yes, I’ll bring coffee.”
Luke laughed before singing into the phone. “Get me a large with extra whipped cream and cinnamon.”
“I hate you.” You sang back, making a mental note to wipe off the smirk you could practically hear in his voice before the line went dead. You sighed as you put the phone back on the hook, holding a finger out to Cece.
“Not a word.”
A few hours later, you walked into Bobby’s garage, carrying a cardboard tray in each arm.
You sighed as you looked around the room. Every surface was covered in discarded paper balls and empty fast-food wrappers. You had expected to hear some form of music or at least some talking but the room was dead silent.
In the center of the mess, Alex and Reggie sat on the floor. Alex was trying to balance his drumsticks on his nose, and Reggie was mindlessly strumming his bass. Luke was sitting back on the couch, his eyebrows tightly knitted together as he frantically scribbled into his notebook.
“Your savior is here, and I come bearing coffee.”
All three heads whipped in your direction and within seconds, Reggie was excitedly bouncing his way towards you. He reached out to swipe a cup from the tray in your left hand. You swatted his arm away.
"Not that one. That’s Al’s.”
You set the rest of the drinks on the table in front of you and walked up to Alex. You handed him the cup and he gave you an appreciative smile. You always made sure to get him hot chocolate or tea, since you learned the hard way that caffeine can sometimes make his anxiety worse. He told you he didn’t want to admit that to the guys. So you were happy covering for him.
“Why does he get his own special one?” Reggie pouted as he grabbed another cup and strolled over to Luke, plopping down next to him on the couch. “And why is she the only one who can call you ‘Al’?”
“Because I’m his favorite.” You said, poking Reggie’s cheek as you passed him and took the other seat on the couch next to Luke. Alex just nodded, trying to hold back a smile.
“I thought you didn’t get off for another hour.” Luke said, looking up from his songbook for the first time since you got there.
“Cece knew it was important band stuff so she let me off early.” You shrugged.
“Oh no, she’s not mad at me, is she?” Luke shivered, thinking of all the times Cece had chewed him out for being a ‘bad influence’ on you or made him wipe down some tables for accidentally making you late for a shift. “You know I can’t stand when that woman is mad at me.”
“I also know that all you have to do is give her your little puppy-dog look and she’ll instantly forgive you.”
“Yeah, you guys are alike that way.” Luke teased, sticking his bottom lip out and batting his eyes dramatically.
“Yeah, yeah. So, what have you got so far?” You said as you bumped his shoulder with yours. He grinned and started translating his messy handwriting for all of you.
The four of you sat there for an hour putting all the words in the right places and by the time Bobby got there, you all felt confident that it was finally finished. You took your place behind your microphone and nodded.
“Okay, Al. Count us down.”
Alex twirled his drumsticks. “1…2…3…4!”
June, 1995
“Don’t look down.”
You couldn’t help but smile as you sang the song you had written a year ago. Your feet bouncing on the stage, the thin layer of sweat on your forehead.
To your left, Luke raised his arms, trying to hype up the non-existent crowd. Alex clashed his drumsticks together to the beat as all your voices came together.
“Cause we’re still rising up right now.”
You clapped along to the song, the energy coursing through your veins. Luke was in the middle of throwing his guitar behind his back. You rolled your eyes at him and he flashed you a small bashful smile before turning his head.
Your heart fluttered but you forced yourself to turn the other way, singing with Reggie just as the song transferred out of the bridge. The fog machines cued the ending chorus and you gripped your microphone with both hands.
“And even if we hit the ground, we’ll still fly.
Keep dreaming like we’ll live forever.
But living like it’s now or never.“
The other boy's voices dropped out until it was just you and Luke singing the chorus. You looked over at him, but his eyes were glued to the front of the room. Normally, you would share a mic for this part or at least stand close together, but he seemed determined to avoid you.
Just like he had been for the last six months.
You ignored the gaping pit in your stomach and poured all your focus into the song.
“Like it’s now or never!
It’s now or never!“
The final riff sounded and you let out an exhausted but proud sigh. There were a few scattered claps from the staff in the venue. But a curly-haired girl behind the counter was cheering especially loud. Reggie winked at her and leaned into his mic.
“Thank you! We’re Sunset Curve. Tell your friends.”
You rolled your eyes at him and pulled his arm, dragging him to the center of the stage. Alex came from his drum set and you gave him a high five.
“Al, you were amazing!”
“Yeah, dude, you were smoking.” Reggie agreed.
Alex blushed. “Nah, man. I was just warming up. You guys were the ones on fire.”
Reggie rolled his eyes. “Can you just own your awesomeness for once?”
Bobby and Luke nodded in agreement and you raised your eyebrows at Alex, nudging him until he finally smiled. “Okay, I was killing it!”
“I’m thinking we should fuel up before the show. Street dogs?” Luke asked. Alex and Reggie hummed in agreement but you wrinkled your nose.
“I think I’m gonna pass.” You said, jumping off the stage. It wasn’t that you had anything against street dogs, but as far as pre-gig activities go, it didn’t make your top ten list.
Bobby landed next to you and started jogging towards the counter. He ran a hand through his sweaty hair and approached the girl wiping tables.
“Oh no.” You said. “Bobby, leave that poor girl alone.”
Bobby turned around just enough to give you a glare as you both reached the counter. The rest of the boys weren’t far behind. You felt Luke slip behind you and throw an arm on Bobby’s shoulder.
Bobby told the girl some line about being a vegetarian. But she shook it off, looking over all of you.
“You guys are really good.”
You smiled proudly. “Thank you.”
She returned your smile. “I’ve seen a lot of bands. Even been in a couple myself. I was really feeling it.”
Luke was practically beaming. The whole band contributed with the songs, of course, but you and Luke were the main writers, so it was always nice to hear people compliment your words. “That’s what we do this for. I’m Luke, by the way.”
“Hey, I’m Reggie.”
“Alex.”
“Bobby.”
“And I’m (Y/n).”
“Nice to meet you guys. I’m Rose.” She said, turning to you. “You have a great voice, by the way. It’s always cool to see a girl lead vocalist.”
Bobby snorted. You elbowed him and Luke gave him a wet-willy. “Oh, thank you. But I’m just co-lead.”
She opened her mouth to say something else but Reggie reached in his back pocket and pulled out a C.D and a t-shirt, handing them to her. “Here’s our demo, and a T-shirt, size beautiful.”
As if on cue, you and Alex rolled your eyes. You sent Rose an apologetic look as she held the shirt up to her body.
“Thanks, I’ll try not to wipe down the tables with this one.”
Alex nodded. “Good call! When they get wet, they kind of fall apart in your hands.”
Bobby glared at all of you. “Don’t you guys have to go get hot dogs?”
Luke pushed Bobby back and leaned on the counter with both arms. “Yeah, he had a hamburger for lunch.”
The boys started going towards the exit but stopped when Alex noticed you hesitating. “You coming?”
You really didn’t want hotdogs, but you also didn’t want to stay and listen to Bobby attempt to flirt with Rose. So you nodded and followed Alex to the door.
“Hey, (Y/n)!” Rose called out and you turned around. “Don’t sell yourself short.”
You gave her a warm smile before walking out into the alley. The night air hit your skin and you shivered slightly. It wasn’t cold, but it was definitely a change from the sweaty stage. You wrapped your jacket around your shoulders.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” Luke whooped as he jumped through the doors and into the alleyway.
Alex gestured around, wrinkling his nose. “The smell of Sunset Boulevard?”
Luke shoved his shoulder. “No.”
You jumped out of the way as Luke splashed in a puddle. “It’s what that girl said in there. About our music.”
His eyes flickered to you when he said ‘our’ but quickly looked away. It was practically the first time he had acknowledged your presence all night.
“It connects us with people, you know? They can feel us when we play.” He said excitedly, slowing his walking until the rest of you caught up with him.
He reached each arm up and pulled Reggie to his side with one arm and despite being right next to you, he pulled Alex to his other side. You turned your head forward to hide the confused look on your face but you knew Alex saw it.
Other than Cece, he was the only person who knew about your feelings for Luke. You could tell from the look on his face that he was just as confused with Luke’s recent behavior as you were, but he didn’t say anything.
“I want that connection with everybody.”
“Then we’re gonna need more T-shirts.” You heard Reggie say as you reached the end of the alley. You pulled up the hood of your jacket and turned your head away from the line in front of the venue.
You didn't mean to walk so fast, but you were the first one at the alleyway a few blocks away from the Orpheum. You made your hotdog and made small talk with the vendor for a few minutes before the guys caught up.
“You trying to ditch us, (Y/n)?” Reggie asked, putting ingredients on his hotdog.
“Not my fault you guys are slow.” You stuck your tongue at him and he squinted at you. Alex groaned. You looked over at him to see him trying to put a pickle on his tray.
“Man, I can’t wait until the day we can eat someplace where the condiments aren’t served out of the back of an Oldsmobile.”
As he apologized to the vendor for getting pickle juice on his battery cables, you, Luke, and Reggie made your way to one of the old couches. They both sat down, leaving one open space next to Luke.
You made a point of sitting on the arm of the couch, letting your feet dangle on the seat. If Luke was going to avoid you, then you were going to avoid him right back. You also avoided the questioning look Reggie gave you before Alex sat down.
Luke didn’t seem to notice. He was bouncing his leg and couldn’t seem to stop smiling, it was obvious that he was still buzzing with energy from the soundcheck.
“This is awesome, you guys.” He said as he made himself comfortable between Reggie and Alex. “We’re playing the Orpheum! Do you know how many bands that played here ended up being huge?”
You rolled your eyes and smiled while the boys chuckled. You were all used to seeing the intense side of Luke, but he had been an even bigger ball of excited energy ever since you booked the Orpheum gig. It could be a little much for the guys sometimes, but the way his eyes lit up when he talked about music never failed to make you smile.
“I’m serious.” Luke insisted as he leaned forward and raised his hotdog in a toast. “Eat up, guys. Because after tonight, everything changes.”
You all toasted and then started to eat. Usually, street dogs weren’t half bad. But this time there was a burnt, nasty flavor that made it hard to swallow. Alex saw your face and nodded in agreement.
Even Luke, who had a super-human stomach, made a face. But his hunger must’ve won out cause he took another big bite.
“That’s a new flavor.” Alex said with his mouth full.
“Relax, man. Street dogs haven’t killed us yet.” Reggie told him as he took another bite. You still didn’t feel one hundred percent confident about it but you shrugged and kept eating.
It all happened so fast.
At first, it felt like you were dreaming. Like maybe you had just fallen asleep and would eventually wake up and realize that everything was just a nightmare.
But then the outline of Los Angeles floated away in a haze of grey and you were left in the dark. There was nothing but silence until you heard a voice somewhere in front of you.
It was the sound of Alex’s frantic ranting.
You could feel Reggie and Luke next to you, but they didn’t say anything. You didn’t either.
But you didn’t really need to. It was glaringly obvious what happened, you could feel it in your bones.
You were dead.
Alex’s ranting slowly turned into crying, which made you cry. Luke heard your quiet sniffles and for the first time in months, he touched you.
He reached out and intertwined your fingers loosely in his, gently swiping his thumb across your knuckles. You closed your eyes, trying to soak up the feeling. This was the closest to him you had been in since that night in the studio.
It seemed like so long ago, but at the same time, it was all too familiar. You knew that if you stayed in this moment with him any longer, you would fall apart completely.
So you turned away from him and buried your head in Alex’s shoulder. It seemed like hours passed before the silence was broken and the opening of Now or Never filled the air.
“Is that…?” You started, but before you could finish, the floor disappeared from under you.
You hit the ground with a painful groan and blinked at the sudden flood of bright light. You felt movement next to you and saw Reggie struggling to get up.
You hauled yourself up and turned around to realize you were back in Bobby’s garage. It looked so different that you almost didn’t recognize it. There was a new grand piano and flowers on every table. The room was free of any trash or discarded flannels.
But the biggest change by far, was the girl standing in front of you.
She was about your age with brown hair tied in a ponytail, in a bright yellow shirt, and furry slippers. She was staring at the four of you with wide eyes and a terrified look on her face.
“How did we get back here?” Luke said as he scanned the studio.
The girl screamed, which made the boys scream and cling to each other. Reggie threw himself against Luke and pulled you behind him.
They all screamed for a few more seconds before the girl ran out of the garage doors. You cautiously walked out from behind Reggie and towards the middle of the room, spinning in a full circle.
The boys started talking but you were still mesmerized by all the changes made to the studio.
You looked up towards the ceiling and saw that there were chairs hanging by the loft and countless tiny plants by the windows but you could still see the nail polish-stain you had made on the carpet and the dents in the beams from all the times Luke had messed up his guitar throw.
Carefully, you reached towards the piano and tried to touch a vase of flowers but they passed right through your fingers. Your entire hand went numb then a tingly feeling spread throughout your body.
Well, two things were for sure.
You were definitely back, but you were definitely dead.
#luke patterson#luke patterson x reader#luke patterson imagine#alex mercer#reggie peters#julie molina#jatp fanfic
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smoke and fire (13)
word count; 14,463
summary; in the aftermath of an unusual rescue, some big revelations come to pass.
notes; y’all are gonna hate me but love me.
warnings; descriptive gore, gun use, reference to death, violence, gang activity, reference to drug use, reference to arson, reference to house fires, main character injury.
It was a known fact that it took three whole seconds in the morning before you could process where you were, and remember anything other than your own name.
That first second was spent in a quickly disseminated state of serenity. Your head wasn’t yet hurting, and you eased back into consciousness with a slow start, the darkness surrounding you oddly reminiscent, but the chilling cold and the damp was less so.
The second was when panic rushed through your system. Your throat felt blocked as you came back to consciousness, the pain in your head came crashing back over you like a crushing tidal wave, the blood rushing on your head as coughs racked your body, trying to take a deeper breath, and panic filled you.
The third second made you roll onto your side, spluttering a little as pain throbbed behind your eyes and your head was spinning, making you feel like you were falling for just a second, before your nails were scraping at the material underneath you as you tried to sit up, everything along your body screaming out in agony and almost giving out with your weakness. It wasn’t soft cotton like your sheets, it was gritty like stone, tearing at your nails.
And then, you remembered.
You remembered exactly where you were, and what had happened, and why you were here. Well, that part was still a little fuzzy, you’d never really been given a reason. The pain in your body made sense, the dull throbbing in one eardrum more than the other and the shock of residual adrenaline left in your sore body that was beginning to make a resurgence in your fear, and you forced yourself to take a deep breath.
The familiar burn of tears in your throat as a lump formed and the stinging of salt in your eyes as they threatened to fall, and then you found the strength to sit up, to blink and clear dust-filled eyes a little more, before wiping a hand over your face to get rid of it all. There wasn’t much light where you were, but there was a clear spot of musty-yellow lighting in the centre of the room, your body curled in the corner, dumped in uncomfortable positions that made your legs ache, and there was a figure you recognised leaning over the table.
Covered in blood, frantic, brown eyes fixed on you that glittered under the low light, you swallowed thickly.
“Nice of you to join us, sleeping beauty. Think ya’ can come give me a hand over here?” Your brows furrowed, still trying to piece the puzzle together, but then there was a clicking that made you jump unnecessarily violently in fear, the memory of the last time you’d heard it flashing behind your eyes like a scene from a movie. Newt was panicked, but clearly trying to stay calm, his eyes widening just a fraction in a messaged for only you to hear, and despite the pain you felt, you forced yourself to your feet.
Your bag was weighing you down, medical supplies rattling, and you stumbled on feet that you could barely feel until your hands were braced on the edge of the table, and you could see what was going on a little better.
A gunshot victim, at least four bullet wounds, two packed with gauze that was rapidly soaking through as Newt had pressure on two others; swapping between them frantically if the pile of blood-sodden gauze on the floor was anything to go by. You assumed from the recognisable tattoo on the other half of this mans face too that he was a part of whatever gang this was, and clearly, an important member if they were willing to commit these kinds of crimes to save his life.
“You got more gauze, ‘cus I’m running out, and I could use your help getting him fixed up before we both end up looking like him.”
His words were low and whispered, and you gaped as you stared at the man. “This guy needs a hospital, and a team of professional medical surgeons. Like, Derek! Or, Dr Lahey! We aren’t trained for this!”
“Yeah, well, we’re all he's got.” Newt huffed, a spit of blood leaving the unnamed man’s body between Newt’s gloved fingers as he tried to shift his weight, a whispered curse from his lips as he tried to stop the flow again.
You nodded, swallowing thickly and squeezing your eyes shut in a desperate attempt to quell the pain bouncing around the inside of your skull. You assessment the scene, noting the Newt really hadn't been able to do much, and thankfully, if the change in the daylight outside was anything to go by then you had only been out for an hour or so, maybe a little longer, light still coming in between the cracks in the boarded-up windows.
The man in the corner was slumped in his chair, gun sitting beside him on the table, and your heart was racing so fast that the headache you sported was only getting worse. Your voice felt raw and hoarse as you tried to speak on it, squeaking and cracking the first time you tried to speak in anything above a whisper.
“We’re gonna’ need some water over here, boiled if you can to stop an infection, but even just bottled water would do at this point.” The man sitting on the chair stopped his rocking, the groaning of the seat against the concrete pausing, and you jumped as the front two legs slammed back down onto the floor. He stared at you for a moment, analysing you, before giving in, wandering over to the door and undoing a heavy deadbolt to open it up, never turning his back to the two of you and keeping his gaze locked with yours before throwing a demand for bottled water over his shoulder.
There was scuffling, various sounds of movement on the other side and you assumed there would be multiple people, before the door was closing once again, and the grating sound of metal was making itself knowing again in such a piercing scream along the lock that you shivered, wincing at the chill it gave you, stomach twisting.
“All right, this is a fucking mess.”
“You don’t say, love.” Newt grunted, a soft laugh falling from him as you opened up your bag, hands shaking as you tore it roughly, the zip ricocheting along its tracks to expose the contents to you. A fresh pair of gloves, and two of the strongest painkillers you could find that you forced yourself to choke down dry, and then you were attempting to focus.
Your scissors came first, chopping around Newt’s hands as best you could to remove the sodden clothing that covered his body to expose blood-smeared and frayed skin, torn from bullet wounds and bruised from the bleeding under the skin. Pushing the fabric aside, Newt pressed down a piece of gauze that was turning redder from pink by the moment, no white left on it, and the colour of his skin was beginning to turn sickly pale.
Grabbing for your flashlight, you noticed it was gone, left nowhere on your bag and missing from your person, patting down every pocket, before your partner simply huffed. “I wanted to do a trauma exam, except my torch is on my keys, too, and they took those a while ago because they have things that could be used as a weapon on them.”
“What, like my star-shaped plushie keyring?”
“Apparently.” You rolled your eyes, reaching a hand up to the lamp overhead, and tapping your fingers against the metal, hissing at the heat building up along the cover of the lamp, but deciding it would have to do. It wasn’t ideal, and it wouldn't give results all that accurate, but if there wasn’t any functioning or reaction at all, then there was no point in doing this at all, because the bleeding in his torso wouldn’t be the bleeding that would kill him.
Grabbing onto the stem instead, you covered his eyes with one hand, adjusting the lamp to sit a little differently, holding it over his head. Moving your hand back quickly, you lifted his eyelid, his pupil sluggish in his movements, but there was definitely a reaction, and you let out a little breath of relief. One more thing you could deal with. Checking the other eye, just to be certain, you got much the same reaction, not a speed you were overall happy with, but certainly better than nothing. This guy really had seen the worst of it, there was swelling along his jaw, cut and battered, a blackish bruise forming above his cheekbone and burst blood vessels in the same eye, and that was just his face.
He was coated in blood, and you couldn't tell whether it was his or someone else’s, some dried and other patches still oozing, body marred with bruises and cuts, both old and fresh, most of which were unrelated to the gunshot wounds he had. A fist came banging on the door, just in time, water bottles being handed through when it was cracked open a fraction, and there was only six of them by your count, eyes flittering over the sealed packets of water that hadn't even been opened, and you’d have to stretch it to make it last.
“How’s your leg?”
“Better than this guy, he has a bullet in his thigh.” The joke was to brush off his own pain, but for the past couple of minutes, he’d been shuffling his weight from one foot to another, and you glanced around, noting the box that was sitting only a few feet away. The unidentified man set to guard the two of you was coming over, the door sealed up tight once again and the packet of water in his hands.
“Can you put them down on the box? We could use the extra surface?”
He paused, glancing at it, considering the request, before agreeing. Silently, albeit, he accepted your request, dropping the bottles down onto it and kicking the crate across the floor to you, wooden container scraping over the stonework and bumping against your leg roughly, and you tried not to glare at him as your leg buckled.
A coppery taste filled your mouth as you licked over your bottom lip, wincing at the slight pain of the cut, swollen and sore, but not as much as the pain along your forehead, a cut you assumed you gained on the drive here. “So, first up, we need to try and stitch up those holes.”
“If I let go of these cuts, he’ll lose a lot of blood.”
“I know. We can work fast, but I need you to do the stitching, because I’m not sure I’m up to it right now.” You held your hands up, the uncontrollable trembling taking you over was far too violent to be able to do sutures, but you could definitely hold down pressure. Newt nodded, your hands closing over his, the squeeze of cold blood between your fingers from the gauze making you gag slightly, choking down that feeling of nausea.
His hands slipped out from underneath your own, and you pressed down the second they were gone, the man underneath you groaning under his breath as he constantly walked the border between conscious and unconscious. As you held down, Newt reached across his body, snatching up the first of the water bottles. Unscrewing the lid and placing it down, he left the cap beside it, before he was shuffling through his bag.
Pulling out the kit with needles and thread in, your emergency stitches kit that you’d ever actually to use in the field, and you were having flashbacks and pinpricks of pain along the tips of your fingers as you remembered practising the stitches in the academy, constantly poking your fingers with the metal thread.
The strongest antiseptic followed, dark brown liquid in a half-empty container sloshing against the sides, and it dripped across the edges, spilling a little in his haste, before he was diluting it in the first bottle. Lid back on, shaking it to mix, the once drinkable water turned a murky brown colour, and your eyes were stinging a little front he still open bottle letting strong fumes out into the air.
“I’m thinking chest, stomach, stomach, thigh.”
“Should probably elevate his legs if you wanna’ go thigh last, it’s pretty close to his femoral.” Newt nodded, glancing around, before realising there wasn’t much for the two of you to work with.
“Alright, chest, thigh, stomach?”
“I guess.” You mumbled, none of the odds being in either of your favours, and you watched as your partner pressed his fingers down against the pulse in the man’s neck, frowning at what he found and holding the position down for longer than what was good, the results silently given to you simply by the actions. “Do you need me to push the cut shut so you can stitch?”
“I do, but if you let go of those other ones, he’ll bleed out.”
You gnawed a little on your lower lip, fear and panic building once again, because every slip this man made closer to death, he was dragging both you and Newt with him. The words hadn't been specifically spoken, nothing was clear, but you could read between the lines, and if this man didn’t survive the day, then neither would you and Newt.
You didn’t know what had happened to him, you didn’t want to. Whatever kind of illegal activities, gang territory fight or simply men wreaking havoc upon one another had caused this, you wanted no more part of it than keeping him alive long enough to hope that you and your friend might get out of this situation. The hand under your heart thudded a little more violently as he surfaced back into total consciousness once again, a gasping breath followed by sputtering, fresh red bubbling in his spit as he tried to clear the blood that was pooling in his throat, before an agonising sound was leaving him.
“What the hell are you doing to him?”
You jumped at the loud voice, yelling from across the room and the gun clicked again, the sound a threat that made your entire body stiffen painfully, nails digging into the mains chest as your hands tried to ball themselves into fists.
“We’re trying to save his bloody life!” Newt yelled back, and you gasped, eyes widening a little, because if the two of you had already learned anything from talking back to these people it was the risk of a ruptured eardrum and a killer headache. Clearly, this wasn’t the same man who’d taken you hostage, the rasp in his voice a little different and this man simply grunted at the pair of you disdainfully, rolling his eyes and shuffling in his seat beside the door.
“Alright, what if we use the bags for weight? It’s not ideal, but if we work quickly, I can hold one shut while the bags put some pressure on the other two, and I can hold it shut.”
The blond before you flicked his eyes over everything, fiddling with the tools as he toyed with the tweezers he had retrieved, wiping them down as best he could with some tissue dipped in the antiseptic water. “This guy is so gonna’ fucking die.” He whispered, and you couldn't help the chuckle that left you, swaying on your feet a little as you did, the rush of a chemical other than adrenaline being overwhelming.
“Well, we’re all he’s got.” You repeated his words back to him, a cheeky flash of white teeth in a smile that was gone as fast as it came, before you were shaking your head and refocusing on the task at hand, chasing away anything else you might be feeling in the moment. Daring to free one hand from his thigh, you watched the rapid spurts of blood that came free, trickling over his trousers to the table below, before you were putting your bag down on top. You couldn't see much, whether or not it was even working, but it was the best chance the two of you had.
Newt copied your action, placing his bag down over the wounds on his stomach, much like you had done, giving the two of you the chance to focus on the wound on his chest.
Taking the disinfectant from his hand and pressing down a cotton pad over the end, you soaked the small white ball in the liquid, packing it into the wound as Newt tried to clear the area to see what he was doing, but really, it was only smearing the blood around further. You could clean him up and do a better job of it later, but the first thing you needed to do was get the blood flow under control and wash off the antiseptic once it was clean.
You pinched the hole shut, temporarily stopping the floor, beads of red pooling at the corners, and Newt spilt water over the tops of your fingers, the cold feeling making you shiver, because despite the freezing temperatures in whatever kind of warehouse you are trapped inside of, the layer of clammy sweat coating your skin was hiding you from the chill. Once you could see what you were doing, Newt sighed, taking the tweezers in one hand, and nodding his head.
“Push up around the edges to stop the bullet slipping, I should be able to get it pretty quick. I was good at this part.”
“You scare me a little, why the fuck were you a bullet removal prodigy?” He shrugged, winking a little and holding the metal tongs over the wound, before nodding his head once. Slipping your fingers out of the way, you pressed down around the edges, blood spurting up again but you pressed down, stopping the bullets from shifting as Newt pushed into the man's chest through the hole already made. There was a scarcely audible sound, one deaf to the untrained ear but like sirens to a paramedic, the cling of the tips of the needle against the tip of the bullet, and newt shifted his fingers a little.
Letting the metal open back up from where he’d squeezed them closed like a bullet, the edges of the hole stretched around the expanding metal, and an intense look of concentration took over Newt’s face, not even looking at the wound but staring at the wall behind you, looking right through it as he operated purely on instinct and the touch as he felt his way through it. He let out a victorious little noise, pulling back, and as he did, he brought out the shell of a bullet, one that looked to be homemade, though that didn’t exactly surprise you, and it let out a much louder clanging as he dropped it back down onto a metal tray beside the victim’s head.
You moved instantly, the second that it was pulled back you were pushing your thumb and forefinger back up against the edges of the cut to contain the bleeding. Holding it tightly, Newt picked up the next set of his equipment, an atraumatic needle, one of ten and you hoped he was as good as he boasted being because you only had ten between you both, and you’d need two per wound with the length of these wires to seal them up tight enough.
You watched, carefully, as Newt threaded the first of the holes through the wound, pulling it out of the other side with the tweezers, and beginning to tie a series of surgical knots to keep them closed. He gave it a test tug, the skin pulling as he did, but it didn’t rip or tear, neither the wire nor the flesh, a solid base with which he could work. Beginning to sow him up further, Newt moved in steady motions, each gap only two millimetres apart at the maximum, pulling them tightly enough to stop the blood flow and allow tissue repair to began, but not enough that it would tear at the inevitable strain it would undergo when it was done up.
As soon as she was halfway through, attaching a new thread to continue with, and the wound was getting closer to being shut, allowing you to move your fingers out of his way, a slight breath escaping you as your breathing hitched each time the needle or thread came too close to you, because the last thing you needed right now was to get an infection from someone else’s blood and a dingy warehouse, or to lose time on this man’s life by having to start disinfecting everything all over again.
As he sealed it up, he pulled all of the threads a little tighter, working his way along to make sure the thread was evenly distributed, before fastening up the thread. He pulled back, the both of you waiting with bated breath to see whether blood would come free or whether they would bust open once your fingers moved, and while they pulled tautly, they never broke or tore.
You flooded with relief, Newt letting out a mix between a chuckle and a sigh, relief overlaying it all, and you took just a second of reprieve to know that you were just one step closer to this all being over. Opening your mouth, you weren’t sure what was coming, words of gratitude and accomplishment sitting on your tongue, aimed at any kind of higher power that might be watching over the two of you right now, but your partner beat you to it.;
“Let’s check the bag wounds.”
You nodded your head, swallowing back whatever you were going to say, beginning to feel a little dizzy as your head spun, and you squeezed your eyes shut for a second, containing the way you were feeling. Lifting away the bag that was sitting over his thigh, you were both surprised and impressed that the bag method had held reasonably well. There was more blood than there would be if you’d held it yourself, but you could work with what you had, and as your eyes flicked to where Newt was checking his stomach, you found similar results. Your gut was twisting again, bile rising in your throat at the sight of the blood in various places, an unusual phenomenon as blood had never bothered you before, and you turned away, gagging as vomit threatened to make itself known, and you tried not to clap a blood-soaked hand over your mouth, the thought only sickening you further.
“Woah, you alright?” You gagged, dry heaving a few more times as you tried to keep back the vomit that was on the verge of making itself known, tears lining your eyes and heat flooding over your cheeks as everything within you threatened to let go, but you managed to keep a lid on it. “The fuck was that?”
“I don’t know. I’m fine. Just aftershock, I think. Hunger, too, maybe, been a long time since I had anything real to eat, I think my body is just all fucked up right now.” His eyes narrowed on you, but he nodded, accepting the answer because the two of you needed to focus on things that were more important.
Once you had suppressed your nausea, you were picking the scissors back up, Newt resetting and disinfecting the equipment once again as you cut away at a patch of the ruined jeans the man was wearing. The denim was stiff while wet, and you struggled to cut it, your fingers aching as the metal of the handles pressed into the edges of your fingers, and you released a breath as you were holding as it was finished. Wiping down the area and packing the hole with disinfectant to make sure it was clean.
The procedure between the two of you started up again, only a second later you were pinching the wound shut, waiting for Newt to extract the bullet before moving to knot the thread and begin to fasten the stitches. It felt like time was coming to a stop while also speeding along, your fingers moving to the pulse point on his neck to monitor how it was going, counting the beats you could feel and trying to remember how light it felt so each period check would reveal whether it grew stronger or weaker.
You felt like the clock was ticking by too fast, every time you glanced up to the musty glass barrier hanging over the door seemed like it was spinning by at double speed, the hand constantly moving in starling jumps around the clock, the shadows in the room growing more pronounced and sharp as the sun moved across the sky, the light becoming duller as the one hanging over you both seemed to become brighter, and you watched Newt work.
As a team, you stitched him up, making sure that each wound was sealed up tightly and that they wouldn't burst, the pair of you physically exhausted. You could see the ache in Newt’s leg, he’d given up on even trying to hide it a while ago, as the two of you had moved onto the third bullet hole, all of his weight sitting on his good leg as he balanced barely anything on the bad one. Four bullets were sitting in a row, lined up neatly beside his head, and you let out a sigh, scrubbing over his skin carefully to wipe up the traces of blood.
Once he’d been stable enough, you checked his vision again, his reaction times having increased by a fraction of a second, but it was enough to mark an improvement, and his pulse was picking up with both strength and speed. You could see the bruises and cuts along his skin more clearly once you’d wiped him down of excess blood, littered with marks that would fade, only the bullet holes to turn pinkish-purple with scar tissue eventually, to join all of the other battle wounds along his flesh. Various tattoos to match the symbols on his face were across his body, and you made sure to treat every single cut, not wanting to leave anything up to chance, your body screaming out in protest as your adrenaline died down, and exhaustion was crawling in.
You were overwhelmed, tears building in your eyes, and Newt mentioned nothing as a few fell free, because you were sure that at some point - perhaps before you’d surfaced back to consciousness all that time ago - that he would have done the same. The situation was terrifying and you were struggling to process it all, every thought you had was like a swirling hurricane, melded with every other thought and emotion you were feeling, leaving you hopeless to process your thoughts but just lay rampant to them.
Anxiety was spiking through your system, choking it down by focusing on the methodical cleaning of the man, but eventually, there was nothing left to do. Fresh gauze and bandages were stark in comparison to his sickly-coloured skin, wrapped neatly and tightly and finally staying crisp and clean as you had everything under control, and your legs were threatening to buckle. You packed away slowly, stepping back from the table, and removing your gloves to join the scattered piles of medical waste that covered the floor and the edges of the workspace.
Newt didn’t even bother to put things back properly, to look after the equipment, he simply dropped it all inside, doing the zip up enough to hold it shut, before it was dangling from his fingers by the straps, and you followed suit.
Noting the movements, the man in the chair stood, his movements slightly wobbly from how long he’d been sat down, and you realised how long must have passed. As he approached, he kicked one of the empty bottles aside, all six used to the last drop for cleaning and disinfecting, and he pulled the gun from his waistband, making sure his finger was over the trigger in case either you or Newt made an attempt to pull something.
Not that you had any chance, there was a pile of everything that could possibly be used as a weapon over on the table beside where he had been guarding.
“He’ll live?”
You raised your hands, folding them behind your head in a symbol of your cooperation as he turned to you, and you tried not to sway too much in your weakness, simply nodding your head to him, and swallowing thickly. “He’ll need to keep those wounds clean, you can take the stitches out in about a month, or longer, wait until they start to form flesh for a scar but take them out before the skin gets too puffy.”
He nodded his head before lifting the gun up a little higher, motioning to the bag you held, and you trembled, his finger flexing a little on the trigger. “Whatever we’re going to need to keep it clean. Get it out. Put it on the table here, and then walk over to the wall until your back is pressed to it.”
You lifted the bag slowly, the dragging of the zip over the metal was all that field the room, tense silence taking over before you were reaching inside, daring to take your eyes off of the man and quell your fear to be able to reach inside. Pulling out both the diluted and undiluted bottles, you hoped he didn’t notice the lack of canister spray you’d left at the scene, your mind suddenly becoming aware of the life you’d left hanging in the balance, and wondering whether he’d survived.
By now, the shift at the firehouse would have been over, and you did not doubt that a missing persons case would have been filed for you and Newt, the abandoned ambulance after over an hour of no check-in would lead them to know something had happened, but you didn’t know how long it would take to find you, or if they even could.
Placing the bottles, spare bandages and wraps, as well as some painkillers down on the table, you stepped back, fastening your bag up.
“He’ll be in a fair amount of pain for a while, they should last two weeks, he can’t take any more than two a day, or else he’ll OD.”
The man nodded, motioning backwards toward the shadowed walls, and you stepped back slowly, Newt following when his command was given, and his hands were held up into the air too, both of you proceeding with caution.
While one danger had dissipated, another was making itself known, the purpose of being brought here was over, you and Newt had served your purpose, and if the man asking for supplies and advice was anything to go on, it meant that either they planned to let you go or planned to kill you, because you clearly wouldn't be sticking around to follow through on a treatment plan.
Once your back hit the wall, you stilled, Newt coming to stand beside you. The door was unlocked, several more men coming in, and the four of them all lifted their comrade carefully, carrying him out, and the door slammed shut behind them, leaving you both in cold silence. This area of the room seemed even colder than that of your impromptu operating theatre had, the shadows creating a drop in temperature, but you were simply too tired to care anymore.
Your head was still throbbing, your eyes felt heavy each time you tried to hold them open, the adrenaline and fear in the situation had been all that had helped to even keep you awake, and you rolled your head from side to side, trying to ease the pain in your neck.
Newt followed beside you, your legs pulled up before you as his stretched out, your bags abandoned together between your bodies, and your head came to rest on his shoulder, a heavy sigh let out.
“I think you have a concussion.”
You chuckled, but it was dry and humourless, simply a sound made to fill the silence and bush him off, but he wasn’t accepting that answer. His hand closed over yours, lacing your fingers together comfortingly and squeezing tightly, and you did your best to squeeze him back just as firmly. “I don’t have a concussion, I just have a headache.”
“Yeah.” He hummed, and you thought for a second, you may actually have won an argument with him. “But you also have nausea, you passed out, you’re a little confused, you’re weak on your feet and you can barely stand up straight.”
“It’s a-”
“You say aftershock and I’ll slap you.” He teased, a genuine laugh leaving you this time, and your shoulders rose and fell with a shrug. “When we get out of here, w-”
“If.”
“When we get out of here,” His voice was a little firmer, commanding you to have as much faith as he did, “Will you please just get it checked out? Just to make me feel better.”
You sighed, rolling your eyes behind closed lids, and groaning when he jostled his shoulder to wake you back up to the fullest alertness you could muster. “Fine! Fine, when we get out of here, I’ll get it checked out.”
Silence encased you both, darkness taking over, and the man who’d been tasked with guarding you both returned, taking his seat again and setting up to play on his phone from the second that he was comfortable, and you waited. He said nothing, not noticing the stare both you and Newt had fixed on him, your heart sinking as he remained quiet. The longer his lack of information dragged on, the more you felt doom beginning to sweep over.
The fact that he had nothing to say to you both screamed volumes into the void. There were no threats to keep your mouths shut, or looming promises of what would happen if you exposed the group’s location, or even any information on when you’d be leaving, and it seemed that they had no intention to let you go at all.
As you wiggled a little against the concrete, butt becoming numb from the stone underneath you, your legs stretched out to match your partners, and your eyes closed. You were fading away again, drifting towards sleep as it called out to you, the spinning of the room, the dizziness that was bordering on vertigo and the nausea with the headache, it all seemed to lessen as you slipped from consciousness.
Newt was talking to you, forcing you to stay just enough awake that you didn’t drift completely, but you weren’t processing what he was saying, the words just becoming background noise that disturbed you from being able to slumber, but you suspected that was the whole point. He wasn’t talking about anything important, he was telling you his mother’s recipes and the time he once went to buy new work shoes but almost walked out of the store while wearing an un-purchased pair because he was so tired from a double shift.
You missed the banging in the other rooms, you missed the actions taking place, barely roused by the sudden shaking your body felt, and you only snapped back to consciousness when you felt hands on your body. You kicked roughly, Newt barely avoiding the blow as all the pain you’d felt came flooding back over you in shockwaves, making you shudder violently at the surge of pain and nausea, before you were blinking at the dull lighting in the room.
“Stick with me, love. Tommy would kill me if we had to take you to the hospital after the final hurdle because I couldn’t keep you awake.”
“Oh, shut up.” Your words were slurred, and you shook your head, eyes squeezing closed at the throbbing taking place behind them. “You’d love that, I’m surprised you haven’t sacrificed me for a trip to the ER yet, anything to see Dr Derek in his lab coat, right?”
Pink flushed his cheeks, his eyes flickering over to the door, and he leaned in a little, hugging you tightly and shaking you enough to jolt energy through your body, a groan on your lips as he did. “Something is going on outside, and I never pass up a chance for an I-told-you-so!”
“A what?” You questioned, confusion still washing over you, but you never got a chance for an answer. The sound of a bullet pinging against metal was so sharp that it left another ringing in your ears as you cupped your hands over the sides of your head just a second too late. Newt did the same, falling away from shock with a grunt, and the man beside the door was in a little more agony at his close proximity to the sound.
You blinked blurry vision clear, watching smoke curl up from the lock, before the heavy metal door was falling open. It was a uniform you recognised, one of the police members you’d already seen much of over the last few cases, your brows raising a little as you watched them enter. You kept your hands over your ears, at least two more shots reverberating through the air and you felt them more than you heard them, body feeling the impact and breath feeling knocked from your lungs at the vibrations over the airwaves.
It was all like a dream, detached from reality as you were pulled to your feet by an officer, Newt’s hand dropping away from yours and you stumbled, feelings as though your movements weren’t your own. As you were guided through the halls, you tried to remember some of it, any of it, but everything you saw and heard seemed to be going in one ear and out the other.
Flashing blue lights outside with wailing sirens signalled the police cars, and several men around you were all being arrested, pinned down face first and snarling as they were cuffed, but you didn’t have enough energy to feel intimidated right now.
The fresh air was a shock, like plunging into water below the freezing point, and you took a sudden and gasping inhale, coming to a full stop, and everything out of focus suddenly went into overdrive. As you stepped out of the building the haze seemed to drop away, and you took another lungful of the air, panting breaths as you tried to fill your lungs with the source of oxygen, a panic attack building as you finally let everything cup back through, and gentle hands were guiding you to an ambulance.
You recognised the paramedics waiting inside, they were friendly as they greeted you by name and you recognised them from another case, perhaps the one on the bridge or at the chemical plant, you weren’t too sure, but it didn’t matter. An oxygen mask was placed over your face, fresh breaths of air racing through your lungs on a steady distribution that forced your breathing to even out, and you were grateful for it, not wanting to break down until you were curled up in your own bed tonight.
You winced at the flashlight that flickered over your eyes, stars in your eyes flashing for a second as you blinked to clear them, and while the paramedic around you shuffled within their own devices, you shifted yourself slightly on the stretcher, turning to stare out at the collections of cars instead, trying to see more than just the inside of the ambulance.
You searched for Newt, unable to find his blond hair for a good few minutes, before finally, you spotted him. Messy mop head in a far corner, beside a collection of cars that didn't belong to the public services, but instead to the members of the public services.
He was wrapped up tightly in his best friend's arms, Thomas patting his back comfortingly, as Minho all but bounced with excitement at his side. Brenda was leaning on her car, and Gally was standing beside them, hands tucked into the pocket of his hoodie. They were all in casual clothing, clearly having changed since the end of their shift had rocked around so long ago, the night sky closing in overhead as the day was being chased away, and you took another deep breath through the mask, smiling again.
Just the sight of your team was reassuring, to know they’d found you, they’d come to collect you, to make sure you were okay, and your heart thumped steadily and surely in confirmation that you needed their comfort right now. They were talking, Newt using a lot of hand gestures and while you couldn't tell much about their features, you knew they’d all be flickering from amusement to confusion to horror. Newt was quite the storyteller, at any time, no matter the trauma.
They turned, Newt pointing over to the ambulance you were within, and you raised a hand to wave to your friend as you watched all of their attentions move to you, before the paramedic before you was summoning your attention once again. You turned to her, the call of your name snapping you to the moment, and as much as you didn't want to look away from them all, you knew you’d be reunited with them soon enough.
“Well, you definitely have a concussion.” She confirmed, and you pouted, taking a final deep breath from the oxygen mask, and then taking it off.
“Newt is going to live for the ‘I-told-you-so’.” You scowled, and she seemed to come into more focus within your memory now. You remembered her, she had been there at the chemical plant, she’d been new at the time, a trainee, fresh out of the academy and on one of her first cases, and you’d tried to comfort her about the card system, making sure to navigate as many red cards away from her as you could to make a hard day just a little easier.
She grinned, handing you a plastic cup with some tablets inside, and a bottle of water, with the lid already unscrewed. “I’ll spare you the medical analysis, I’m sure you know what to do.” You only nodded, taking both from her gratefully and tipping the pills onto your tongue, before following them with a gulp of water, and taking them down eagerly. “Two painkillers to keep the headaches and muscle soreness at bay, as well as the nausea.”
“As much as I’d love to chat, I’m going to have to rain-check. Am I good to go? I’m desperate to just get home.”
She chuckled, nodding, and you stood up, still feeling a little unsteady and lightheaded, but it was beginning to get easier. Giving her a final thanks, and climbing down from the van, you closed the doors up for her, banging on the back when they were sealed up, and she gave a thumbs up from inside of the window, before sorting everything out and preparing for their journey back.
Turning around, there was a body directly behind you, and you cursed loudly while jumping, eyes trailing up from a familiar chest to his face and raising a brow as warm honey-coloured eyes stared at you. “Fuck, Tommy, hasn’t anyone ever told you not to sneak up on someone who’d been freshly rescued after an abduction? We tend to be jumpy.”
He grinned, shaking his head a little at your words, before your own smile was following. His hands came up, cupping your cheeks, and you leaned into the warmth that his palms brought over the cold skin of your face, sagging a little at his touch. “I have a lot of questions, but the main one is; are you okay? I just need to know you’re alright, and everything else can wait.”
“I’m okay, Tommy, I promise. A little battered and bruised, but hey, what’s new?” He rolled his eyes softly, a yawn following on your lips as you covered it, not missing the fond look he held as he continued to stare, eyes sweeping over your features. You waited for a second longer, before nudging one of your feet forward to bump your toes against his, your brows raising a little. “What’s wrong?”
“I was just really fucking worried about you.” He whispered, eyes dropping down a little, fixing on your lips, and licked over his own. His hands fell further down, sitting over your jaw and he dragged a thumb across your lips a little, your mouth pouting instinctually as he did, and his lips flicked up at the edges, never taking his gaze from where his finger was resting. “Chasing after you is like being on a damn rollercoaster.”
“How’s that?” You mumbled, breath clouding in the cold air slightly but the words were whispered, and his lashes tickled against your cheek as he shifted to bump his nose against yours, dragging them together slowly, his lips pressing to his own finger on the other side.
“Exciting, addictive, a total rush, but a little scary right at the big drop.”
You brought a hand up, sitting over his cheek, his head tipping into your hand, and his thumb slipped away, leaving nothing between you to stop you from being able to taste the overly sweetened coffee on his breath that he drank whenever he got worried. “Don’t kiss me yet.”
“Why not? It’s me and you, and now I know you’re okay, and I just really want to.” He teased you, pushing in enough to trace his lips very gently against your own, sparks of electricity shooting along you at the fleeting brush that you could still feel but wasn’t enough to be a kiss, but already left you wanting more. “If you don’t give me a reason soon, I’m gonna’ kiss you breathless, and they’ll need to put you back on that oxygen mask.”
You let out a soft breath, an airy laugh, before finding the strength to pull back by a fraction. “I have a concussion.”
He snapped back, eyes wide and brows furrowing so tightly you thought he'd get permanent perry lines, his jaw dropping in disbelief. “You said you were fine! You little liar!”
“I am fine!” You took his hands, pulling them away from your face and weaving your fingers with his on both sides, before rocking up on your tiptoes, and pressing your lips to his lower cheek, hearing him whine a little at the near-miss kiss. “I’m just a little woozy, and tired, and shaken up.”
“You promise that’s all?”
“I swear.” You offered, and he smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to your own cheek in return as he respected your boundaries. “If you can set rules for our first kiss, then so can I. I want to be at my peak when we do, I don’t want anything to spoil it, I want to remember it perfectly, and not have such a killer headache, preferably.”
“I can live with that. We’ll wait. For now.” You nodded your head, foreheads resting together once again, and your eyes closed, simply soaking in how it felt to be surrounded by him, before a loud and exaggerated clearing of the throat was breaking you apart, and Brenda stood with her hands on her hips, a wicked smirk on her face as she stared at you both.
“Do we get any greetings, or do we not matter anymore? Because I was kinda’ worried about you too.”
You grinned, the woman who you were proud to call your best friend was holding her arms out for you, and you dropped Thomas’ hands, feeling him let you go and step back just as quickly now that everyone else had come over, and you wrapped her up in your arms as she squeezed you tightly, rocking you from side to side. Another pair of arms wrapped around you, and you grinned as the familiar smell of your partner’s aftershave overwhelmed your senses, the man clinging to you from the back as he wrapped his arms around the both of you.
Minho followed, a wicked grin on his face as he draped himself across Brenda’s back, squeezing all of you even tighter, and Thomas followed beside Newt, Gally and Fry coming next, until you couldn’t see out past the mass of bodies that had joined, feeling as though you were in the middle of a rugby scrummage and you could barely breathe, the laughter you were letting out doing nothing to help.
Eventually, Brenda was elbowing the men back, letting you slip free when they all backed away, and you missed all of their body heats, wrapping your arms a little tighter around yourself to keep warm All you had was the thin material of your uniform shirt, soaked in blood and clammy sweat, as well as various medicines and chemicals, with a vest underneath. It was doing little against the cold of the night closing in, twilight well past as stars started to make themselves known.
You shivered, rubbing your hands up and down your arms, wondering how Newt wasn’t feeling the cold, but he was excitedly retelling the tale already of the surgery the two of you had been forced to perform, a story that would last him for ages, no doubt, but it was his way of processing the trauma; to turn it into something he was proud to remember instead of something he was scared to think about, something that made him feel bold instead of terrified, and you wanted to support that, so you kept your mouth shut.
Stepping back over to Thomas, his gaze left his best friend, flicking down to you, his hands tucked into the front pocket of his hoodie, and raising a brow when you tugged his arm out of his pocket. He let you, his arm limp in your hold as he let you guide him, a soft pink flushing his cheeks as you tucked yourself under his arm, your cheek moving to rest on his shoulder, your hands tucking into his pocket and one set of fingers weaving with the fingers of his that were still inside. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, before turning to look up at him as his arm squeezed around you a little more tightly.
There was a grin on his face, one with a hidden meaning as he bit at the inside of his cheek to contain it. “You know, Newt is gonna’ give us shit for cuddling.” His fingers were moving over your back in slow patterns, large palm rubbing slowly and transferring warmth back to you where you were chilled to the bone.
“I don’t care. I’m fucking cold, and you’re nice and warm.�� You moved, face pressing into him a little further, the rest of your words becoming muffled, and he chuckled.
“Well, in that case,” He simply rested his chin on the top of your head, freeing up his other arm to hold you more securely, and letting out a slow breath that became a slight yelp as you pressed cold hands under the edge of his hoodie to sit on warm skin, grinning cheekily at the scowl that formed as you did. “Is any of the story Newt is telling actually true?”
“Surprisingly, most of it.”
“Well, which p-” He was cut off, the gruff clearing of a throat making him fall silent, and you pulled back, slightly embarrassed as heat made itself known along your cheeks when you found the police officer to be looking for you, the rest of the squad falling silent too and all turning to look at you, following the officer’s gaze, and you untangled yourself from Thomas.
“Sorry to interrupt you all. I just need your statement, ma’am, it’ll only take a moment.”
“You haven’t given your statement yet?” Newt quizzed, clicking his tongue in a tutting fashion, and you stuck your tongue out a little bit at him.
“You still haven’t been checked out by a paramedic yet?” You mocked, his amused face falling as he mock-glared at you, Minho pinching his arm as he tried to insist he was perfectly fine, his friend telling him otherwise.
“I’ll meet you over by that car in a moment, it’ll only take a few minutes to get your statement.” You nodded, the policeman giving you a polite smile, before tapping his pen against the pad in his hand and wandering away to the vehicle.
“Do you want me to go with you?” Lips brushed against your ear, making you jump a little, and you turned back to face the man behind you, your lieutenant standing back up to his full height as you did, and raising his brows.
“No, I want you to take Newt over to an ambulance and force him to get a check-up. He’s more than happy to diagnose me, but he won’t do a self-diagnosis.” Thomas laughed, a hearty and full sound, and you assumed there were memories flashing behind his eyes of a childhood full of similar circumstances. “I’ll come and meet you over by the cars afterwards. I’m going to need a lift home, y’know..”
His hand came up, tucking away stray hairs behind your ear, and nodding his head. “I was already planning on that, don’t worry.” You smiled, head ducking a little, and you tensed up a little at the clenching in your gut again, fearing it was another bout of nausea rising, but instead, your stomach rumbled, loudly. There was a snicker, hidden in your hairline, and your lips pursed, a shy feeling growing within you once again. “I’ll take you to get some food, too.”
“Shut up.” You mumbled, a finger hooking under your chin, pulling your face up, and there was a smirk there that only made you flush further. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like you’re adorable? Because, you are.” You scowled, blush only growing stronger, and he smoothed a thumb over your cheek as did, glancing away over your shoulder for a second. “Go give your statement, I’ll wrestle Newt into an ambulance.”
“Mhm, ‘kay.” You twisted your head, nuzzling a little into his palm for a second, before pulling it away from your face and squeezing his hand. “I want McNuggets. McDonald’s drive-thru.”
“Whatever you want, angel.”
You raised a brow, hand smoothing down over his chest to sit just above his stomach, and his eyes dropped, following your hand, a slightly more vulnerable look on his face when he turned back to you; wide eyes, swallowing thickly. “Whatever I want?”
“Anything.”
You tugged on the front of his clothing. “Can I wear your hoodie?”
He froze for a second, before a rush of a breath was leaving him like a punch, and he smiled, reaching behind his head with one hand and tugging it up, stripping the garment off and shucking it down his arm, the long-sleeved shirt underneath rising up a bit as he did, and you forced your eyes away from the happy trail revealed or the flex of his biceps, taking the warm garment from him. He held it out, soft green material looking warm and inviting, flooded with his body heat and the smell of him, your fingers twitching to take it.
Undoing the buttons on the front of your shirt, you cursed under your breath at the cold while taking it off, just a tank top left underneath, before taking the hoodie. It caught on your ponytail, Thomas helping you to adjust it over your head before taking the ruining uniform from you and draping it over his arm like a waiter’s towel, nodding his hair and lifting your hair free from the collar.
He leaned in, lips pressing to your forehead, a soft kiss given to you, before he was pushing you backwards. “Go. Go give your statement, the sooner it’s over, the sooner we get you those nuggets. I’ll meet you at the cars.” Tucking your hands into warm pockets, you wandered away, bumping your hip against Brenda’s as you did and she stumbled a little from where she’d been balancing mid-yawn, flipping you off as you laughed while walking away, and making your way over to the officer.
He stood up straighter from where he’d been leaning against his car as you approached, offering you his hand and introducing himself politely, and you freed up a hand to shake, giving him your name for the record, before your hands were once again clenched with the oversized hoodie’s pockets.
It was a simple case, there wasn’t much to tell. In all honestly, you didn’t know much. You wouldn't be much help, you’d been unconscious for the first half of the journey and in the midst of your concussion symptoms the second time, and you’d never seen the man pull up. You did tell him what you could, about the unusual call, you and Newt splitting up to check the area, before finding the man under the bridge. You tried your best to patch him up, before the two of you had been taken at gunpoint, and you’d lost consciousness when you’d been put in the car.
You asked about the fate of the man under the bridge, your heart sinking a little at the answer you got. He hadn't made it, he’d tried to use the equipment you’d left him but had passed away before the hour mark had passed, and you gripped onto yourself tightly to contain how you felt. He attempted to comfort you about it, to tell you that it was the gang activity you and Newt had speculated it to be, and that the man who’d been stabbed was a criminal, but it did little to ease your suffering.
You were a big believer in second chances; if you didn’t you wouldn't be in the place you were now, with the family you’d found.
Once he had you sign off on the confidentiality forms and disclosures, your name signed next to Newt’s chicken scratch signature, you were free to go, more than ready to just go home. Everything ached, you were still sore and covered with pain, your muscles all tensed up and torn from the strain of the day, your hunger making you feel like you were being eaten from the inside out by your own stomach and the headache that came with it wasn’t a highlight of your day, and your bed was calling out for you.
As promised, the teams were over by the cars, music playing on the radio from within Brenda’s as the door was open, letting her lean against it, and Newt was sucking happily on one of the lollipops reserved for little children that some of the ambulances carried, his tongue turning purple from the false-grape flavour of it.
He saw you coming, a little bounce in his step as you approached, before he was coming to stand before you, a smacking sound making itself known as he pulled the sweet treat away from his mouth. “You okay? Did he tell you about the guy?”
“Yeah.” You sighed, and he frowned, shrugging a little, but holding his arms open.
“He was a bad guy, you can’t save everyone, but you tried, okay? You gave it your best.” His words were true and you knew they were, you didn’t want to wallow in self-pity, you’d done everything you could without losing your one life, in which he would have died too, and you were trying not to risk your own life as much these days. “You’re okay, right?”
“Yeah.” You huffed, and he squeezed you a little tighter, clearly not accepting that answer, and waiting for me. “God, I hate this job sometimes, but I love it too. We save more lives than we lose, we change more lives for the good than bad, but every job has its bad sides.” It felt like you’d been having an awful lot of the bad side lately, but that only meant there was a lot of good to come to balance out the scales. “Have you texted Derek, yet, I bet he’s pretty worried.”
Newt let out a breathy sound at the mention of his crush, sagging in your arms a little before pulling back, and pale cheeks were flushed with warmth, the men avoiding your gaze and scratching at the back of his neck. “Not yet. Bren had my bag in the car, I got a lot of missed texts and a missed call, but I don’t really know what to say. It’s late, he finishes shift soon, I figure I’ll just wait until I get home.”
“Maybe you should go and see him.” You teased, poking at his shoulder, and your friend’s flush only deepened, shaking his head a little.
“I want to take a hot bath, and watch embarrassing rom-coms and eat an ungodly amount of food in a very unattractive way, and I don’t think me and Derek are quite at that stage. Yet.” He added the last word on, smirking as that cheeky attitude came flooding back, and you felt a presence coming to stand behind you. You knew who it was without having to turn, feeling it instinctively as a slight thrill raced through you, before a kiss was being pressed to the back of your head, an arm slipping around your waist, and a chin hooking over your shoulder.
Newt smirked, eyes moving over the pair of you slowly, and you ignored the look as he busied himself by moving to the backseat of Brenda’s car to retrieve your bag as well, and rifling through his own for his phone.
“Is this okay?”
“Why wouldn't it be?” You relaxed a little further into his hold, his fingers toying with the stitching underneath the pocket of the jumper idly as you sagged into him, feeling the movement of the muscles in his chest as he shrugged.
“Whole teams here, and you’re kinda’ the centre of attention right now. You and Newt. I didn’t really wanna’ push my boundaries, but I’m kinda’ afraid that if I let you go again, you’re going to get into some more stupid shit and get me all riled up again, and I’m still all full of adrenaline form these last few hours worrying about you.”
You moved to the side a little, twisting your head to be able to look up at him, eyes scanning over his face as you analysed his words, nothing but honesty and vulnerability shown to you. “Hey, I didn’t get myself into this one, it just happened. For once, I have no blame! I was cooperative with the criminal, kept my mouth shut, for the most part, you would have been proud of me.” His lips twitched with a soft form of amusement at your joke. “Besides, they all know how I feel about you, anyway. I’m not exactly subtle about it, and neither are you. I don’t think whatever this is, is exactly a state secret.”
He beamed at that, you weren’t sure why, but his face lit up with pure joy, and he nodded his head sucking down to peck the tip of your nose with a sweet kiss, one that made you feel ticklish, your face screwing up slightly. Turning back to your friends, you watched Newt stare at his phone for a second, considering accepting a call as his finger hovered over the accept button, the vibrating device with Derek’s name flashing along the top going off after a second, and you frowned.
“You sure you don’t want company tonight, Newt?”
“Yeah, I don’t really think either of you should be alone. Especially not with your concussion.” She pointed at you, but her attention quickly moved back to Newt, and the lanky blond shrugged. “How about a girl’s night? You can join in, Newt, because you can talk guys, so you’re acceptable.”
“Wow, thanks, Bren.” His tone was sarcastic but his face lit up a little, and he chuckled. Brenda turned back to you, raising her brows.
“Girl’s night?”
“How about a girls day tomorrow?” She pouted, and you grinned. “You’re right, I really shouldn’t be alone for forty-eight hours with severe concussion symptoms, but I think I can monitor them myself by tomorrow night.”
“Exactly, tomorrow night! Who’s gonna’ look after you tonight, huh? Girls. Night.” She punctuated her words with emphasis, and you tried to hide your giggling at her confusion behind your hand as even Minho groaned, both Fry and Gally snickered. “What?”
“Brenda..” Minho sighed, nodding his head towards you, where Thomas was squeezing you a little tighter, pressing a series of kisses along your hairline, and she studied you both for a second, before scoffing.
“Really? You’re taking Thomas home instead of me? Boo, you whore.”
You gaped, not sure whether to be offended or amused, and Thomas made the decision for you, protesting in offence on both of your behalves as he questioned why he was deemed as a ‘bad’ choice. “He’s bigger. He gives good cuddles. He promised me McNuggets. He smells good. Those are compelling arguments.”
Thomas’ chest puffed out a little against you and the compliments. “Uh, I smell excellent, I give great cuddles, I’d buy you a share box of nuggets that you wouldn't have to share, and I could put on tall boots.” She raised her hands, her voice teasing now, and your head tipped to the side as you stared at your best friend. “But, fine, girl’s day tomorrow it is.”
“I’ll come to that!” Newt chirped, sticking his hand up, and you nodded your head, Brenda taking the opportunity to high-five him.
“If Newt gets to go, then I’m staying.” You huffed, Thomas squeezing you a little tighter, and you lowered a hand to rest over his, soothing as his intense affections were based on the need for his comfort as well as your own.
“Uh, no.” Brenda deadpanned, her bluntness making you laugh. “You’re one of the main topics we’re going to be talking about. Newt gets to come because he can talk boys, and he tells me about hot doctors.”
“So I can’t come?” Minho chipped in, pouting a little for effect as he stared at Brenda, and her words went silent, no arguments to offer as her eyes narrowed on him, a silent argument between two colleagues that only you knew to be between two lovers, and you chuckled to yourself. He knew he’d won that battle, a smirk taking up on his face, and she huffed.
“If Min gets to go, can I come then?” Gally took a more polite approach, and you nodded your head.
“Sure you can.”
“You’re gonna’ fit all these people into your living room? On your two-seater couch?” Thomas teased, a couple of smirks being thrown in his direction at his reference to knowing your apartment so intimately, and you hadn't even realised that you’d been so freely inviting people to your home until now. You felt a little winded by the realisation, by the idea that it would be so simple to accept someone into the place that was so private to you, the place you’d retreat to after a long day to get away from work, but now, work was your family, and you wanted to share it with them.
“Well, Tommy-boy here can drive himself and you over to my place instead?”
“Team day at Minho’s!” Newt cheered, throwing his hands up in the air, and you laughed, the sound fading into a yawn as you covered your mouth.
“Okay, but late afternoon, because I’m exhausted, and I want a lot of sleep.”
“Late afternoon.” Brenda teased, rolling her eyes. “Midday. You better be there.” She barely gave Newt the chance to get the bags from the backseat before she was slamming the door closed, Gally twirling his keys on his finger and Fry already leaning against the car, half-asleep as his head was popped up on his hand.
You took your bag from Newt, who was catching a ride with Gally, the member of the firehouse who lived the closest to him. Brenda’s car was leaving first, spinning dangerously on mud-tracks as she left, and you were impressed with how recklessly she dared to drive surrounded by cops, but that was probably playing it safe for her. The rest of the team slowly followed, Thomas’ arm still wrapped loosely around your waist as he guided you over to his car, fresh mud spattered up along the polished paintwork, and your bag was placed on the backseat.
He was holding open the passenger door for you when you were ready, and you sank into the seat, offering him just a smile in acknowledgement, before he was rounding the vehicle to get in too, car starting up smoothly, and his hand on the back of your seat as he reversed out of the spot.
Switching gears, he inched forward slowly, pulling up the track carefully, and glancing back in the mirrors, before both hands were sitting on the wheel, and he was flicking on the indicator for the highway.
“You still want to go to the drive-thru?”
You considered it for a second, watching the road as he pulled out, before giving in to your craving. “Yes.”
“Okay.” He hummed, a hand reaching down to find one of your own where it was sitting in your lap, linking his fingers together loosely with your own. The radio was playing softly, the cars were flying past you on the highway as you weaved between lanes, an area you didn’t recognise, and clearly, Thomas wasn’t all that familiar with it either because he didn’t talk much, instead, focusing on the signage along the road for a long time.
It was a longer journey than you’d expected it to be, almost thirty minutes passing before you were entering an area of town that you began to recognise, the very edges of your territory as far as you’d expanded so far, and you squeezed Thomas’ hand a little tighter, letting him go every so often when he needed it to change gears or to drive, but his hand always seemed to find it’s way back to being pressed up delicately with your own.
Your mind slipped a little bit, wondering just how it was that you found yourself here.
It had been a long time since you’d allowed yourself to trust anyone, to really let anyone in, and now you found yourself surrounded. Your entire team had shown up to collect you tonight, all of them wanting to make sure you were okay; honest and true with nothing to gain from it themselves except for knowing that you were safe, and the man beside you had let himself dig in a little closer.
Instead of just holding your heart, he’d managed to let himself inside, residing there and making it his own with everything he did. The moment you’d laid your eyes on him, you’d hated him, hearing him already hate you felt like a bittersweet mouthful, making it easier not to get attached but hard as it always made you one step further from home. You’d spent so much of your life forcing people away while dreaming about one day finding your home that you’d never stopped to watch the time slipping away around you as the chances seemed to get further and further away, until Newt had forced you to.
You had your own history that made you the way you were, but you’d never stopped to give Thomas the benefit of the doubt that he did, too, and you’d taken out your anger on him when it was unwarranted. He’d clearly forgiven you for it and moved on, but you’d never really apologised.
“I’m sorry, Tommy.”
He frowned, the neutral expression he’d held switching to a frown as he began to slow the car down, navigating through the car park as a surprising number of cars still milled around, shopping at the mall in the stores with later hours into the night and various fast-food joints, the illuminated letter ‘M’ calling out to you, and Thomas joined the queue of cars.
“I never said sorry for the way I treated you. I had stuff going on, I had a lot of issues, but I didn’t stop to think that maybe you had stuff going on too, and I’m sorry.”
He seemed stuck for a second, like a deer caught in the headlights, before he sank into his seat a little bit. “That’s okay, I forgive you. You didn’t know I had stuff going on at the time, I shouldn't have been mad at you, either. I took it out on you, but really, I had issues with someone else.”
The name was on the tip of your tongue, but before you could speak your next words, the static of the intercom requesting your order made the both of you jump, and Thomas rolled down the window. It took a moment, deciding as quickly as you could and putting in an order for what it was that you were craving as your stomach rumbled again, that typical greasy smell of fast-food drifting through the open window.
You stayed quiet for the rest of the transaction, reaching out to turn the music up a little bit as you switched over to a classical station, finding the latest chart-toppers to be a little overwhelming in the moment, but late-hour classical piano and violin notes were much more comfortable. The bags were hot in your lap as Thomas handed them over clutching his McFluffy in your hand carefully and staring down longingly at the chunks of chocolate candy and caramel sauce through the lid, somewhat regretting your decision not to get one when he’d offered you one.
Parking up at the back, a little bit away from where everyone else was, and you unclipped your seatbelt, watching him do the same, before he was pushing his chair a little further back and getting comfortable. You handed him over his cheeseburger, and the fries that followed, stealing one from his portion and watching as he grinned, sitting them on his lap and unwrapping the burger, while you opened up a box of nuggets, offering one to him.
You sprinkled some salt over the box, shaking the nuggets after he’d taken one to mix the seasoning, but you couldn't eat one, couldn't focus, not when a certain question was still hanging on the tip of your tongue.
“What’s up? They make it wrong? It’s pretty hard to mess up chicken nuggets.” He teased, leaning over to inspect them and winking cheekily as he plucked another from the large box, popping it into his mouth and chewing happily, a sound made as if to confirm to you that they were okay, but the food wasn’t what was bothering you.
“Can I ask you a question, and you promise you’ll answer honestly?” his brows furrowed, but he nodded, taking another large bite of his burger. You hesitated, picking at the edges of the bag, ripping the brown paper slowly, and you sighed. “That woman in the bar, that was Teresa, wasn’t it?”
He stiffened at the mention of her name, his face falling, and he was stiff as his head turned away from you to stare out of the dashboard, and your lips pursed, anxiety coursing through you at the time that it took him to reply. He chewed slowly, eventually swallowing his mouthful, and you took a cautious bite out of a chicken nugget as you waited. “Yes.”
You nodded, keeping it to yourself and looking through the bag for a packet of ketchup, opening up the small tub and dunking the savoury treat inside, swirling it around, and eating the other half. You licked salt from your lips as you finished, and turned back to look at him, where he was staring down at his food, a confused look on his features. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”
He took a breath, seeming to have an answer ready to go, as though he’d anticipated your words, before his jaw snapped shut, and he put his burger down, sighing a little and nibbling on his lower lip, before giving in. “I didn’t want you to know.” You raised your brows, not the answer you were expecting, and he turned to look at you, taking in your expression, and shrugging a little. “You said you wanted honesty.”
“But why?”
“Why didn’t I want you to know that was her?” You nodded, and he took a bite of his food, prolonging the suspense as he procrastinated on his answer. “I guess,” He spoke through his food, grimacing a little upon realising, and you couldn't help your smile, eating another one of your chicken nuggets. “Because you’re nothing like her, and what we have isn’t the same, and I didn’t want you to have to cross with her.”
“Did you love her?”
“Yes.” He didn’t pause this time, stiff once again as he gave you the truth without even considering lying, and you felt conflicted. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to reach out and comfort him, or comfort yourself and put your walls back up; in the end, the person best at comforting you was Thomas, and so you needed to be that for him. Reaching a hand out, you placed it on his arm, and he jumped at the contact, seeming shocked by it. He turned to look at you, eyes dropping to where your hand was sitting on his arm. “Are you mad at me?”
“I don’t have anything to be mad at you for, Tommy. I’m just sorry you got hurt.” You whispered, and he let out a shaky breath, his hand coming up to sit on your cheek, his face dropping to bump his nose with your own, sharing a breath and nudging into you.
“Just so you know, this is one of those moments that I would kiss you, if we’d already had our first kiss.”
“I’ll remember that.” You grinned, bumping back against him, before pulling away, and eating a chicken nugget as he whined slightly at the loss of intimacy.
“She, uh, she was a paramedic. You reminded me of her, at first.” You turned, realising that in the interest of honesty, he was going to tell you it all; the information that other members of the team skirted around and answered vaguely, a mystery that had been locked up tight to keep you out of, all of them having gotten hurt in some way. “She had the same attitude you did, she didn’t really let people in; a lot of walls. We were.. something. She didn’t want to put a label on it, she wanted me behind closed doors but never wanted me near her in front of the rest of the team. She had boundaries, she wanted me to come over late but never wanted me to stay the night, she wanted to have dinner and drinks but never in public. It felt exciting, but wrong. But I couldn't stop.”
“Thomas, you don’t have to tell me this.” He sniffed a little, eating his fries quietly and shaking his head a little as he relived the memories.
“I want you to know.” You felt touched that he wanted to share one of his deepest pains with you, but it was scary, because it meant you had to do the same. “I should have seen the signs, she always wanted more, and she never wanted to settle down, kind of like you.” His words cut a little, stinging, despite knowing them to be true. “She said she was leaving one day, out of the blue, and I blamed myself for it. We got into an argument, she didn’t even tell me she was moving house until she asked me to sign her transfer papers. We yelled a lot, and I was upset, so I signed them and told her to just leave. She did.”
“Is, uh, is that the day that-”
“Newt got hurt? Yeah.” His voice cracked slightly as he spoke. “She left, and I was upset, and about an hour later, we got a call. I’d been too busy pacing my office and seething over it that I didn’t call in for a substitute. Newt told me it was okay, he’d been comforting me. He went alone on that call, got stuck under material that had fallen on his leg. Minho found him and carried him out after he passed out.”
He crushed the empty cardboard carton in his hand, the sudden sound making you twitch at the shock, and he whispered an apology upon sensing the environment he’d created.
“Newt’s been my best friend since I was a kid, and because of my feelings, he got hurt. I shouldn't have taken it out on you, but there were just so many similarities, it was overwhelming. I didn't want you to meet her, because you're nothing like her.”
“I’m not? Kinda’ sounds like we’re the same.” You finished your food, packing the wrapped back into the bag, and facing him more confidently as you turned in your chair, and he chuckled.
“You’re nothing like her. She may have been what I loved once, but you’re something entirely different.” He picked up his ice-cream, peeling back the lid on it and poking at the contents with a smile on his face now as he mixed the toppings in. “You’re sweet, you get along with everyone and you want to be with us, I can tell, even if you were going to leave at first. You.. you want me, you don’t hide it. I like that. You’ve spared my best friend a lot of pain instead of causing it, and you make Brenda feel like a woman again when she’s surrounded by men, and you cook with Fry. You’re a real part of our family, I don’t think she ever was.”
Once he deemed it thoroughly mixed, he took a large spoonful of it, holding it up and poking it against your smile lightly.
“Take a bite, I know you want some. You can share mine.”
You did as told, accepting the ice-cream he was offering to you, and relishing in the sweet flavour. He took his own bite, and despite how happy you were, there was still a pang of lingering guilt as you kept back your secrets from him after he’d told you his. “You’re not the first firemen I’ve been involved with.”
“I figured as much.” You were a little surprised, pausing in your words as he looked at you like it was no big deal, and he shrugged, offering you another spoonful. “I mean, I figured you had to have some kind of history in a firehouse, with your transfer record, more switches than a lightbulb sees.”
You rolled your eyes, grinning at his joke a little. “Well, you were right. In my first house, I was straight out of the academy and young, and there was a fireman. He was charming, and very attractive, and he had this way that made my heart race.” You reached up, wiping a stray piece of ice-cream for the edge of Thomas’ lip. “Like you do.”
“I make your heart race?” He was smirking, liking knowing he had such an effect on you, and you redirected your attention to the dessert, turning the spoon he was bringing to his mouth and stealing the spoonful, the chill helping to calm your flushing features.
“You know you do.” You swallowed the treat, licking the sugary taste from your lips. “He had a previous injury, and a drug problem. I was young and naïve, and he wanted the ambulance stock for the pain so he could avoid surgery. When the truth came out, I took the fall and lost my job, while he got off with a reprimand and being put on probation. I had to move to a whole new state to escape it and find a new firehouse. When someone tried to get close to me there, I panicked and thought they would use me again. I moved, and I moved, and I moved. Whenever someone got close, I panicked. I got confused. I wanted family, and I was so set on finding that perfect family that I never stopped to let anyone in, until I came to ‘21, and encountered a moody lieutenant.”
Thomas grinned, cold lips pressing to your cheek as he ducked down, and you squirmed at the slightly sticky feeling of melted ice-cream, the cardboard cup empty as it had been shared between you both.
“My real family, there’s not much to say about them. I don’t have much, my mother hasn’t spoken to me in a while, she sends a birthday card every year, and that's about all there is for me. Until I found all of you.”
“It was just me and my mom when I was a kid, and there was a house fire. She’s never been quite right since, I grew up looking after her, and Newt was the kid across the road who brought me trays of food his mom made for us, and who brought me the homework sheets when I had to leave school early. He’s my family, too. This whole squad is.”
You felt like a weight had been lifted off of your chest from the confessions, from finally trusting someone enough to tell them your story, feeling the burn of tears in the back of your throat, but you were too tired to cry, having no tears left to give. “Tommy?”
“Yeah, angel?”
“Can we go home now?” He nodded, starting the car back up, and you leaned over the centre console a little to rest your head on his shoulder, feeling him turn to press a kiss to the top of your head. “When we get there, I want to go to bed, and I want you to stay the night, and then I want to spend the whole day with you tomorrow, in front of our family, without hiding anything.”
He took a second to reply, letting out an unsteady laugh, before starting up the car and nodding for you as you pulled back. “I would fucking love that.”
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Don’t - Tyson Jost
AN: this has been in my notes for like 6-7 months now I hope you enjoy! It’s based if the song don’t by Ed Sheeran.
Warnings: cheating and a mention of sex nothing detailed at all.
Word count: 1.9k
I met this girl late last year
She said, “Don’t you worry if I disappear”
“Yes.” That's the response Layla whispered in Tyson’s ear after he asked her to spend the night with him. As he planted more open mouth kisses to her neck, Tyson could feel her breath quicken and her plus racing up.
Tyson wasn't expecting to be taken back by the stunning brunette with green eyes who he locked eye contact with as she was busy dancing in the corner with her girlfriends when he went to the local bar Monday night with the boys for a simple night of relaxing. When they bumped into one other at the counter and she introduced herself to him while grabbing a drink, he wasn't expecting his heart to race a little quicker. He hadn't expected to be bringing her home at the end of the night, yet here he was, holding her hand as they climbed into the car he had booked for them.
What Tyson really wasn't prepared for was the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach when he woke up to an empty bed and a piece of paper on his nightstand with only 11 numbers scribbled on it.
I told her I’m not really looking for another mistake
I called an old friend thinking that the trouble would wait.
Tyson realized he should've tossed the little letter away as soon as he got off the phone with JT who reminded him to think with his head and recommend throwing it away. But Tyson, on the other hand, was always one to follow his emotions rather than his mind or gut instincts. After all, he was known as a softy for a reason. His head was telling him that he should simply toss the paper away since it was just going to cause him misery. His emotions, on the other hand, were reminding him of how he felt last night when he made eye contact with her. They were reminding him of how his heart raced and how he felt a nervous pulse in his stomach for the first time in a long time.
So, four mornings after waking up to an empty bed, he decided to take the plunge and message her. He realized that texting her at 11:00 a.m. would not lead her to believe it was a booty call. Tyson opted to keep it short and sweet, only saying, "Hey, how are you?" And before he could back out, he sent the message, not realizing how drastically those four words would impact his year.
It was 10:45 p.m., according to the clock. Tyson had become increasingly nervous as Layla had yet to reply. He was thinking to himself, what if he had waited too long, what if she had just left the note out of kindness and didn't mean it? But his phone vibrated in his hand just as he was about to turn it off and put it away for the night. And there was a text message from Layla on his phone screen, saying, "I'm okay, what's up?" “Have you finally missed me enough to send a text?” Tyson felt the blood rush to his checks at that moment, as he hoped she didn't realize how long he had been waiting, but she did. Tyson decided to make up for the fact that he hadn't spoken to her in four days, so he spent the rest of the night getting to know the lovely woman he thought had a good heart.
But then I jumped right in a week later, returned
I reckon she was only looking for a lover to burn
Tyson decided to invite Layla over after about a week of talking with her through his phone and tossing the idea around in his head. He had all of the spare time in the world before heading to Alberta since the Avs season had just ended.
Tyson had discovered recently she was a CU Denver student. So when they agreed on a Saturday, Tyson realized she wouldn't have classes, so he wouldn't have to worry about her cancelling, but he was still worried that she wouldn't actually show up. When a soft knock came to his door around 1:00 p.m., those nerves faded.
When Tyson awoke to an empty bed on the Tuesday morning he was supposed to leave for home, he wasn't surprised. Tyson found himself going to bed with someone and waking up alone more often after that Saturday afternoon spent with Layla at his place.
Then I put it on pause until the moment was right
I went away for months until our paths crossed again
After waking up alone on that Tuesday morning when he had to leave, Tyson wanted to put some space between himself and the situation. Tyson knew that if he went down that particular road with Layla, his heart wouldn't be able to heal if anything bad happened. Tyson tried not to think about her during his time in Alberta, but it became more difficult with each passing day. Tyson found his feelings growing towards her each day. He found himself thinking about her at odd times throughout the day, hanging with his family? Layla. Sitting around the fire pit? Layla. in bed right before he closed his eyes? Layla. She was an addiction, the kind you get when you try a new treat and can't stop thinking about it.
Tyson promised himself he wouldn't message her again until he returned to Colorado, and he kept his word. He'd been back in the city for about three weeks before he decided to pick up where they'd left off.
She told me, "I was never looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around ten
Baby, bring the lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM"
After several late-night phone calls to catch up, Layla eventually told Tyson what this meant to her after he invited her to dinner. “Around 1:00 a.m. on a Monday morning, she muttered to him, "I'm more into the friends with benefits situation right now." Tyson was definitely devastated but he was willing to take whatever Layla had to offer.
Tyson was unprepared for the feeling he got when he glanced down at his phone after leaving JT’s apartment to see a text that said, "baby, I'm swinging by your place with a bottle." Tyson knew that meant he'd wake up alone in the morning, yet he didn't care at the time.
Tyson and Layla had been seeing each other more and more in recent weeks. Tyson’s feelings for Layla became stronger over time, but he never expressed them. He just loved her company, and if that meant getting lost in the sheets more often than not, so be it.
And for a couple weeks I only wanna see her
We drink away the days with a takeaway pizza
Tyson was in a slump, he wasn't producing on the ice as he wanted to, and the media was branding him a draft bust because of it. As a result, he found himself blocking others out, with the exception of one individual. Tyson discovered that Layla was the only one he truly wished to be with. She didn't mention hockey at all, because they could easily lose themselves in each other and block out the rest of the world. They'd eat as much takeout pizza as Tyson's diet permitted.
Yet something changed between them in those few weeks. Layla confessed to developing feelings for the curly-haired boy. As a result, they opted not to label what they were doing, but they did promise not to see other people. Not that Tyson was doing so before.
Wish I'd have written it down, the way that things played out
When she was kissing him, how I was confused about
Now she should figure it out.
Tyson should have known something was wrong when Layla started staying at school longer than usual, but he didn't think much of it, assuming it was just finals. Tyson should have known something was wrong because she took longer to respond to his text messages and began avoiding his phone calls, but he was so wrapped up in the feeling she gave him that he didn't notice. When Layla failed to pick him up from the airport on Sunday morning, Tyson should have known something was wrong, but he just convinced himself she slept in.
But two things happened when the car he ordered from the airport arrived in front of Layla's apartment and he saw her kissing the kid from her biology class: one, Tyson's heart dropped to the bottom of his stomach, and two, something clicked and everything made sense to him.
That afternoon, at Tysons' place, he had to have a conversation he would never forget .Layla explained that she genuinely wanted to be with him and that she was just messing around with Tyler, the name of the kid from biology, because she wanted to be official with Tyson. And in a relationship, she puts a significant importance on trust and respect.
So they agreed to become an official couple that day, and the eight weeks that followed were some of the happiest memories Tyson had managed to make.Tyson grew more and more in love with Layla with each passing day, and he indulged in it. He treasured the cuddles and long conversations late at night. Tyson was certain he was in love with Layla, or Ly as he began to refer to her. He was about to reveal her to the group of people in his life that he held in high regard: his teammates.
She was crying on my shoulder, I already told ya
Trust and respect is what we do this for
I never intended to be next
But you didn't need to take him to bed, that's all
And I never saw him as a threat
Until you disappeared with him to have sex, of course
Tyson wasn't expecting to see Layla on the sofa on top of Tyler from biology when he stepped into Layla's apartment on the morning of the 23rd, three days before their three-month anniversary, ready to celebrate because he'd be on the road. But that is precisely what he saw.
Layla didn't know she'd been caught until the beautiful white roses fell to the ground and the door slammed shut from behind her.
As the knock on Tyson's door rang through the silent apartment, Tyson knew that all that had occurred in the previous year, his best days, and the one person he could turn too would all be gone in less than 20 minutes.
Tyson had never expected to have a conversation like this one in his dark, relatively clean apartment. When Layla cried on his shoulder, he reminded her of their compromise on trust and respect, telling her, "If you were unhappy, you should have left, I never saw him as a threat, well, before you slept with him of course."
But after all of the screaming and pleading, Layla gathered her belongings and closed the door to Tyson's apartment; the sound that echoed in the house was almost close to Tyson's heart beating in his chest.
As Tyson came into the dressing room the next morning, feeling dishevelled, he grumbled to JT that he should have just thrown it out.
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A tale of three Idiots
ahhh i love this idea
Bokuto x Reader x Akaashi
Warnings: swearing, and uh? that's it.
word count: 1,500 (about)
summary: a week of increasingly flirty encounters with your two best friends leave you... flustered to say the least. But it’s not like they mean anything by it right?
“What’s wrong?” you asked and as you made your way over to the stranger cryig on the ground. As you came to his side and you saw his scraped knee. He looked about your age, maybe six or seven. You didn’t even wait for him to tell you he tripped and fell before you started yelling “OH My mom has Bandaids! let me help you,” again you didn’t wait for an answer before pulling him to his feet and racing over to your mom so she could bandage his damaged knee.
“Thank you,” he said whipping at his runny nose. Then he beamed at you “My name is Bokuto do you want to play together?” and from that moment on you were inseparable. Little Bokuto didn’t have the words for it at the time, but what he was feeling in his chest was the first blooming of love.
“HEY HEY HEY (Y/N) DID YOU SEE THAT!?” You jumped hearing Bokuto yell and looked down from the stans to see where the loud Ace was bouncing. You used to sit on the side of the court but Bokuto would often get too excited and run off in the middle of a game to hug you every spike he scored so now you had to sit up in the stands where he couldn’t reach you.
“That was great Bo!” you cheered, even though you hadn’t really seen his spike. your eyes drifted, back to Akaashi. You had met the pretty setter through Bokuto but the three of you had clicked right away. Even though he didn’t say much he was easily one of your closest friends and one of the only people who knew Bokuto as well as you did.
You watched as Akaashi darted across the length of the court to meet the ball. He moved so gracefully, and he looked so good even covered in a sheen of sweat.
There was a loud booming sound and your eyes snapped back to Bokuto. You tired hard to keep him firmly in the “childhood friend” part of your brain but the second you saw his muscles flex all of that went out the window and all you could think about was how much you wanted him to pick you up and slam you against a wall.
There plenty of Fukurōdani girls who were jealous of your situation, best friends with two of the most attractive boys at school. But it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. in fact recently things had gotten incredibly tense between the three of you.
You caught the two of them arguing more often and when the three of you walked home together it was dead silent. You couldn’t help but think it was your fault. Akaashi was observant, and Bokuto had known you long enough to read you like an open book, it wasn’t hard to belive that they had both figured out your feelings and put some strain on the group dynamic.
The game finished, And you were quick to run down, Bokuto was high on the rush of his win. He tackled you in a tight hug yelling in your ear. You hugged him back just as fiercely. his jersey was damp with sweat but you didn’t care. he pulled away and beemed at you.
“I always play better when you’re here watching me,” he giggled still not letting you out of his arms.
“I don’t know what makes you think that, I come to all your games and practices so how could you tell?” you questioned
“I just can, so keep coming K?” he smiled then leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your temple before dropping you and heading to the changing room. You staggered before Akaashi caught you.
Your heart fluttered everytime Bokuto kissed you, though you knew he didn’t mean anything by it.
“Thanks, Akaashi,” you said
“Bokuto sure kisses you a lot doesn’t he?” Keji asked steadying you.
“I guess, He’s done it since we were kids, you know how he is,” you said with a shrug. Bokuto used to think that kisses really made injuries heal faster so he kissed your booboos until he was thirteen when he learned the truth even then the habbit just stuck.
“would you mind if I started kissing you as well?” he asked. He said it so casually you almost didn’t think anything of it. Could your heart take a kiss from him? probably not.
“sure,” you agreed offering him the side of your face, your heart hammering in your chest. If he was a little braver he might have turned your face so he could kiss your mouth. Instead, his lips were gentle as they brushed against your hair. Then he was gone too leaving you twice as flustered.
“(Y/N)!!” Bokuto shouted stopping you in the middle of the hall
“Hey Kou,” you said sleepily. You had no idea how he had so much energy this early in the morning.
“My grandparents are coming over for dinner tonight!”
“That should be fun,”
“They wanted me to invite you over as well,”
“Oh, I mean I love your grandparents but why?”
“they think you’re my girlfreind,”
“What? Why?” you demanded. It would be just like Bokuto to not correct someone who thought you were dating simply becuase he didn’t care. but surly his parents, who you’d basically grown up with, knew the truth. Why hadn’t they said anthing?
“Well you know, we spend all this time together they just assumed.”
“and you didn’t deny it? Aren’t you embarrassed that they think were a couple?” you asked
“No? why wouldn’t I want you as my girlfriend?” instantly you flushed with embarassment. You shoved him away.
“You can’t just go around talking to girls like that you Idiot!” you shouted quickly running away from him. Bokuto pouted, not sure what he did wrong. He did want to date you, why would he say different?
You didn’t have much time to worry about boy problems for long because as it turned out you were failing math. you had to stop going to practices so you could study more. It sucked. Bokuto was in a slump becuase of it to, and he sure as hell let you know that the whole Volleyball team was missing you.
“I’m sorry Bo you know I wish I was there too but I can’t fail this next test,” you groaned. “No matter what Mr.Tsukasa tries I just can’t understand anything,”
“I could help you,” Akaashi spoke up. “I’m the top of the class I don’t know why you didn’t think to ask me for help sooner,”
“really would you do that for me?” you blinked
“of course, it’s not a big deal. I’m free this weekend if you want,” tears pooled in your eyes as you lunged at him
“AKAAAAASHI!” you cried in a voice that could rival even Bokuto.
That weekend you straightened up your room in preparation for your study date. Bokuto couldn’t make it so it would be just the two of you, a thought that set you on edge.
“You know (y/n) we never hang out just the two of us,” Akaashi said. after about two hours of studying you were taking a brake. He really was amazing, you were understanding everything better than you could have ever hoped, he made for a fantastic teacher.
“It’s always with Bokuto, it never seems like we see eachother one on one,” he contuied. you furrowed your brow and tried to think of the last time just you and Akaashi had been out together.
“you’re right, I’ve never really thought about it. I guess since we met through Bokuto it we just always included him,” you said.
“would you like to spend more tme together one on one?” he asked.
“of course, you don’t have to be so nervous asking me to hang out,” you agreed instantly. complicated feelings aside, Akaashi was your friend first and formost why wouldn’t you want to see him more?
“alright then. I was starting to worry you didn’t like me,”
“what made you think that? you know you’re one of my best friends.”
right. he was just a friend to you.
You knew you shouldn’t be listening in. this was a private conversation, but that didn’t stop you in the slightest.
“you should just ask her out already,” Akaashi huffed. “You would be much happier if you were in a relationship,”
Bokuto had never talked to you about girls, it was strange you were only realizing this now. It kind of stung to know that A) your feelings were unrequited and B) he had been keeping a secret from you.
“But you wouldn’t be happier, Don’t lie to me, you like her which is why I told you to ask her out. She just sees me as a brother anyway,”
Right, there was the fact that Akaashi and Bokuto both seemed to like the same mystery girl. Maybe that’s why things had been so tense between the two of them lately. It had been narsistic of you to assume that your feelings factored into the mater at all.
“I did ask her out, she rejected me,” keji protested.
“did you say the words I want you to be my girlfriend? cus if not that doesn’t count we both know (y/n) is an idiot,”
your heart stopped in your chest. You? they liked you?
“you’re an idiot if you think she doesn’t like you as more than a friend,”
all three of you were idiots you realized.
#akaashi fluff#akaashi keiji#akaashi headcanons#akaashi x reader#Bokuto x reader#haikyuu!! x reader#haikyuu!!#bokuto headcanons
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Mystery March 2021 day 12: Friend
This is actually a sequel to the day 10 prompt! I hope you all enjoy!
A heavy beat from the drums of one of the bands made Lewis’s heart race. With each beat setting off a new wave of impulses and urges. Tapping his fingers against his tequila, Lewis wets his lips and tries to keep his attention solely on Arthur.
Arthur, who sips his Irish cream eagerly and softly pants. Considering that Arthur had been jumping around and dancing around him within a crowd, as musicians blare and sweat drenched people collide, it wasn’t a huge surprise. But Lewis almost wished he was in the crowd again, distracted by the loud noise, head too full of euphoria to pay attention to the pesky thoughts that kept poking at him.
Kiss him, just do it. Look at his face, look at his lips. Do it. Do it-
The tequila rushes down his throat roughly. Lewis resists the urge to cough against the acidic liquid. Thankful that it stopped his stream of thoughts and turning to god this is horrible.
Arthur casts him a glance, sipping his drink and letting it hit the table a bit harder than usual.
“You like it? Your drink, I mean?” He asks, staring at Lewis with wide eyes. So unlike him and yet so... nice. The wall between them felt lower, and if Lewis wanted to, he could step right over and grasp those flushed cheeks and got a taste of Irish cream-
Another sip. Clenching his eyes shut as the bitterness has him shivering. Finally Lewis nods and squishes his near empty cup, hardly realizing that it was close to empty. “I do actually. Thank you for buying me a few, it’s been nice.”
“Your f-face says otherwise.” Arthur murmurs, hardly lifting his mouth from his straw.
Lewis bobs his head in agreement, “I think I drank a bit too much. I’m actually getting a headache now.”
“Shit,” Arthur swallows thickly and his hand shoots out, grabbing Lewis’s hand- his drink, pulling his drink from Lewis’s clumsy fingers with more grace than he imagined from the drunk man. “We-well then maybe we should head out? I t-told Ya’ I wouldn’t keep you out here long.”
Before Lewis could object to his drink being stolen, Arthur’s hands stutter, and the glass tips over.
“Fuck!” They both say at the same time. Lewis snags a few napkins and frantically tries to wipe, Arthur scrambles to grab the glass, failing to avoid spilling the drink. “D-dammit, Lew, I’m sorry- shit. W-want me to buy a drink to go?” Arthur asks, voice high with worry. Lewis flickers up, frown falling with a sigh.
“It’s.. it’s fine. Really, don’t worry. Pl-plus, one of us should be a bit more sober when we go to get a cab out of here.”
Deflating, Arthur nods and miserably tries to suck down the rest of his. He downs a quarter of the glass easily before sputtering.
Look at him. We never see him like this. He’s so cute, so nice, why don’t we just say it-
Lewis’s eyebrows furrowing as he eyes the wet napkins holding his distraction.
Shit. He narrowly glances at the kernels of popcorn left in their mini bucket to his left, and the small bag of leftovers besides his feet.
Arthur’s lightly bouncing his toes. Eyes drifting over the crowd of people on the hill surrounding a stage, where a familiar band plays tunes Lewis could faintly recall singing along to on the way there-
Arthur gasps. Reacting to a new chord. He whips back to Lewis, bowing across the table and smacking his fingers against the grated table. “Lewis-! Ca-can we stay for just this song? I really like it and as soon as it’s over we can leave-“
Reaching over the table and lightly touching Arthur’s hand, Lewis waves off His rambling.
“Sounds perfect. I can order a cab now and clean up, and after this song we can leave.”
Arthur’s eyes light up, he nods eagerly. “N-need some help?”
“No, I got it. Just sit back and enjoy the song, okay?”
The song is bouncy, reminding Lewis of a tropical beach. Palm trees and sparkling lights that zip across the night sky. As well as the interior of a night club. He faintly pays attention to the song as he unzips his backpack and pulls out his and Arthur’s jackets, when the chorus catches attention.
I wanna ruin our friendship,
we should be lovers instead.
I don’t know how to say this, ‘cus you’re really my dearest friend.
Lewis’s heart stills. This has to be a joke. A cruel joke set up by the universe. A chill takes across his shoulders as the heartbeat like drums tap into his own, making his fingers twitch in time. Dropping the jacket onto Arthur’s lap, Lewis mumbles a command to put them on before gathering his trash and quickly escaping to throw them away.
See? Everything is telling you to go for it. He’ll accept, he has to, just listen!
His heart races, pounds. Every thought turned into a reflection of Arthur, his best friend, his.. crush. And all he wants to do is grab Arthur and pull him into a tight hug and hope that Arthur will understand what it means.
No. He cant. He can’t do that, what if it ruins everything? Arthur might hate him, might detest him, want nothing to do with him, leave him stranded.
But he might not.
Lewis’s heart stills, his skin prickling as a breeze presses against his front. Pushing him back to Arthur.
Turning around, Lewis catches Arthur’s eye. His new black hoodie makes his bright hair stand out, and highlights the warmth on his face. Amazing, his perfect, handsome best friend, waiting for him to come back so they can leave together.
I wanna ruin our friendship,
I don’t know how to say this,
’cus you’re really my dearest friend.
Lewis clears his throat as his feet move without warning. “H-hey, Arthur, can I tell you something?”
What was he even thinking to say? Hey Arthur, I love you in a romantic way. Arthur I want to be yours forever. I want to ruin our friendship, we should be lovers instead-
Whatever sat on Lewis’s tongue vanished in an instant as he came within three feet of Arthur. His hands raised and grab at Arthur’s shoulders. Before Lewis realizes it, he’s leaning in.
Arthur’s eyes widen, Lewis’s eyebrows arch.
Their lips meet, and both of them freeze.
Lewis’s chest feels hollow as his heart fills it all with a racing beat, making his arms, legs, and stomach shaky as the moment replays again and again in his head. What may have been two seconds, felt like an hour before Lewis draws back. Panting, face and body tense, head throbbing with a new type of pain. His eyes searching desperately.
Arthur stares at Lewis blankly, mouth hanging open and eyes wide, face filled with shock or surprise or something that Lewis couldn’t really explain.
Arthur’s lip quirks up in what could have been a smile, but it’s apprehensive nature makes Lewis’s heart drop, “Wh-what was... Lewis? Why... what’s that about..?”
“I...” Lewis’s hands dangle there, lightly trembling. The song switches to something else with a roar from the crowd, becoming muffled as realization hits. “Arthur, I- I’m sorry. I didn’t think about what I was doing.” Tell him, tell him, TELL HIM! “I-I really like you, Arthur.” Lewis’s entire body shudders, weakness taking hold of every muscle as he tries to avert his eyes, only to land on Arthur. “I always have, ever since we were kids. I wanted- the entire trip I’ve been wanting to tell you, but I wasn’t sure how- or if it was even okay! I wanted to just s-say it. I’ve been wanting to kiss you this whole night, but I didn’t mean to force you-“
He’s lightly hit in the center of the chest, before Arthur grabs his shoulders. Lewis’s body and heart stills.
“Wait- seriously? You too? I- I mean we can keep kissing too if you want! I-I know I was kinda shit a minute ago, but I was just surprised.”
Wait huh? Lewis blinks as Arthur tries to close the gap between them again, but he pulls back, holding Arthur steady by his shoulder.
The incessant thoughts that were plaguing Lewis that whole day vanished, leaving him with his rational and his logic and a heavy cloud of what just happened looming over him. A storm cloud twisting in his racing chest and reminding him every way that this wasn’t okay.
But the tequila clouds his thoughts. All rational hidden in the cloud of smoke.
“W-wait. Maybe we can ... let’s wait until tomorrow? We’re a bit drunk right now, and I think that maybe we should talk about this when we wake up.”
He can only imagine Arthur’s thoughts spiraling by the confusion in his face, but Lewis pats his shoulder to snap him out of it. “N-not that I don’t think we should stop kissing, but I didn’t want our f-first to be like that. Right?”
Really, Lewis didn’t want Arthur to wake up filled with regret tomorrow. A measly kiss could be written off, but making out entirely? No. Lewis wasn’t going to allow it to go that far. His body already forced them enough.
They can wait.
And in fact, they did.
It wasn’t long waiting for their driver, not was it long to sit in the cab. Lightly brushing their fingers against the others and avoiding directly looking at each other. When they got back into their hotel, Lewis had to coax Arthur into the night ritual of brushing their teeth and undressing, as well as drinking some water before they crawled into their one, shared bed.
Lewis wasn’t sure how he managed to fall asleep so quickly, with his racing thoughts all surrounding his best friend beside him.
When he woke up, it all hit him all at once. The kiss most prominently lingering in his mind.
Being on his stomach let Lewis feel the cold sheets beside him, and lewis cracks open his eye to confirm that Arthur wasn’t still sleeping. In fact, Lewis caught a glimpse of the pale man leaning against the counter, with the familiar drip-drip of their portable coffee maker. The sun shining against his skin, making Arthur glow radiantly.
He might hate you. A thought points out, and Lewis closes his eyes to try and will away the churn in his stomach. The fear, the terror, the guilt...
His best friend, may hate him entirely...
Then as he shifts in his seat, a throb prickles through his head and Lewis groans unintentionally as the hangover blooms. He won’t be able to fall asleep now... maybe he should get it over with and get up.
Whimpering, Lewis pushes himself up and rolls onto his back, rubbing his palm against his forehead.
“Good morning, Lewis pepper.” Arthur’s croaky voice says, calm and gentle, Lewis could hear the smile on his face before he even opened his eyes. “Sleep well?”
“Mm,” Lewis groans and finally looks over at him, “I have a headache.”
“Hang over?”
“Yeah.”
There’s footsteps coming at him before a clink. Lewis opens his eyes, and a glass of water and two capsules are pressed into his face. Lewis takes it gratefully and swallows it back. Pushing himself off the bed, Lewis stretches and breaths in deeply, taking in the aroma of coffee and sweat from last night.
Arthur clears his throat, suddenly right behind Lewis, and becomes startlingly apparent when Arthur taps his shoulder and Lewis whirls around.
“So,” Arthur’s mouth is twisted up in his typical Kingsmen grin, it makes Lewis’s chest warm, “now that we aren’t totally blasted, let’s chat?”
It takes Lewis a moment to get over the surprise and embarrassment lodged in his throat before he nods. “Sure. I know I didn’t explain myself to to the best of my abilities. Perhaps over some coffee?”
“Sounds good. I have some brewing already, and I got your thermos ready for you.” Arthur thumbs to the kitchen and behind guiding Lewis there.
“Oh, how sweet.”
“Well of course, I am the sweetest!” Arthur says with a lazy flourish. Grabbing the coffee pot, Arthur begins to pour and Lewis takes his seat. Arthur then splashes in a sugar packet, a splash of milk, and a second larger splash of cinnamon creamer. His favorite, Lewis couldn’t resist smiling as he takes a sip.
“Thank you, Artie. It tastes really nice.”
“It does? Need any more sugar?”
“Hm,” another sip, “one more packet.”
Arthur tosses one to Lewis and takes a seat, folding his arms.
“So, I feel like I should ask one thing of you, Lew Lew.”
Pausing, Lewis hides his blush behind his thermos. Arthur continues.
“Give me a warning next time you’re going to steal my breath away?”
Lewis sputters and coughs into his hand, looking away. “I-I told you, I didn’t know what came over me. I’m not going to do it again.”
“And I didn’t think it would have happened at all. But one moment I was drinking Irish cream, jamming out, and the next minute all I could taste was tequila!” Lewis rolls his eyes and drinks his coffee as a distraction, and Arthur breathed out with amusement. “Not that I wouldn’t mind it happening again.”
#msa#lewis pepper#mystery skulls animated#arthur kingsmen#mystery march 2021#lewthur#eage fanfic#they are gaY#ngl I feel Artie is a lil ooc#but this is also a fic idea I’ve had for like 2 years so idc#gotta get it out someHOW
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"you're still eating out of y/n's hands you know."
he choked, the only thought in his mind being 'no wonder this tastes familiar.'
pairing ; lee felix x gn! reader
for ; @writearctic 's chronicles!!
genre ; angst & fluff
warnings ; mild cursing, smoking
words ; 1.6k
author's note ; not today! just enjoy and feel free to give feedback!! sorry for any mistakes!!
"hey, let's go eat." chan smiled while pressing up against the other australian.
felix hummed, not really listening as he gripped the remote in his hands and flickered the buttons with his thumbs. "where?"
"uh, that one restaurant that's like, thirty minutes away from here-"
felix glanced a glare at chan before turning back to the screen of the tv. "any reason?"
"they have a special." chan then proceeded to put he flyer in front of felix's line of sight, making the younger grunt.
felix paused his game, sighing and glaring at his friend. "alright, fine. but you're paying."
chan grinned, "fine by me. get dressed and look decent, don't pull a jisung."
"...i'm right here."
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"hello! table for three?" the host asked as soon as they walked inside.
chan nodded, following the host with his two friends. as soon as they sat down they were handed menu's.
"would you like to order drinks right now or when you order your food?"
felix scanned the options, not seeing the special that chan had mentioned. he was gonna question the older until said man asked the host about it.
"uh, i saw that y'all have a special on a flyer…"
"oh! yes we do! we got the word out this morning, that's why it's still not on the menu. the special lasts until next friday. would you like to order that?"
"do you guys want it?" chan turned to them.
"what's the special?" jisung rose a brow.
the host smiled, "fettuccine alfredo pasta."
felix hummed, thinking about it. "yeah i'd like that."
"me too."
chan nodded, turning to the host who took out a notepad and pen. although she wasn't a waiter, she could take down orders and hand them over to the cooks.
"great. any drinks?" she asked while tapping her notepad with the tip of the pen.
jisung nodded, "peach tea for me."
"i'll take lemonade."
"sprite if you have that."
she nodded and scribbled it down before repeating their order to make sure she didn't make any mistakes. once everything was confirmed and settled, she excused herself to order their assigned waiter to fetch their drinks.
jisung followed her trail until she opened the kitchen doors, noticing something- more like someone, for a split second.
"well, while we wait, let's catch up." chan sighed while staring at his friends.
"on what?" jisung asked while turning to him.
the older thought for a second before shrugging, "i don't know, what have you guys been up to lately?"
felix propped his elbow on the table, resting his chin on his palm. "nothing, i'm enjoying my break to the fullest."
"by being locked up and playing video games?" chan rose a brow, obviously disappointed.
"at least he's doing something, i've been sleeping most of the time."
"he only gets up when he needs to pee or eat." felix chuckled.
chan frowned, "that explains a lot…"
"anyway, what about you? changbin-hyung told me someone had the hots for you and vice versa."
the older sputtered, "th-that's not true. and maybe it's just a new friend."
jisung and felix rose a brow, sharing a glance before sighing. they had the habit of being synchronized without wanting to, which many found scary and or amusing.
"you're bad at lying, you know that?" jisung chuckled, glancing at the kitchen doors that opened as a waiter came out with a tray with drinks. he smirked at his confirmation, it's been a while since he's been this entertained.
chan blushed, avoiding eye contact. "i know…"
felix laughed, jisung was known for reading others. changbin was known for it too, and it was always funny when someone got exposed or confronted.
the waiter walked up to them, placing down their drinks. "your food is ready and i'll bring it right now, i'm sorry the sudden delay in your drinks, we had a minor...issue."
"no it's fine! thank you!" chan smiled as he took his drink and sipped from it.
jisung stared at the kitchen doors, once they were opened he tried to find the familiar face, and he smirked to himself when he saw it. he wasn't going to say anything yet, he liked waiting it out.
"so, who is it?" felix jabbed at chan, wanting answers.
"i- you don't know him, he's not in your major." chan nibbled at the straw.
"and? i still wanna know."
"it's probably someone older than him, maybe by a year? let me guess, he's also studying music production? and you met him in the cafeteria." jisung smiled when chan choked.
felix stared at his roomate in awe, "holy fuck."
chan gasped, staring at jisung with wide eyes. "you scare me. you're hanging out with minho aren't you?"
"sure."
"what do you mean sure-"
felix grinned, "so he's right?"
"...yeah… i'm amazed you even guessed the gender…" chan pouted, gnawing at the straw again.
"thank you, i try." jisung sipped from his drink as the waiter returned with their food. once the waiter left he spoke again, "what's his name?"
"why are you asking?"
"cus it's about time you had a love life." felix rolled his eyes, "you barely get sleep, and now you have the hots for someone? you need to go out and live a little. "
chan scoffed, the tips of his ears still red. "yeah, look who's talking. you're probably staying inside the dorms and not going out cus you're still upset about the y/n situation."
jisung gaped, amazed chan could strike like that. "not wrong-"
felix growled, "y/n has nothing to do with how i'm spending my break. we broke up, that's it. nothing more nothing less to it. no hard feelings." he frowned and stuffed his mouth with some pasta, the taste making him pause and ponder.
jisung stared at the young australian, "you're still eating out of y/n's hands you know."
and he choked, the only thought in his mind being 'no wonder this tastes familiar.'
chan gave felix's back a few pats, " jisung stop joking around."
said male frowned, "i'm not. y/n's in the kitchen, pretty sure y/n is the one who cooked the food."
felix heaved, "it...does taste familiar…
"and to think you were over y/n.."
"i am!"
"are not, but we'll talk about this later. chan, you never told me the guys name-"
"yah! i'm not telling."
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"you're not going back with us?" jisung asked as they exited the restaurant.
the fact y/n was one of the chefs was forgotten once they went back to chan's possible love life topic. felix didn't really think anything of it until they got up to leave.
"no i wanna check out that store. i'll go back on the bus." felix waved them off.
chan frowned, "sure, ok… call if you need anything."
"will do."
jisung rolled his eyes, following chan to the older's car for the ride home. felix walked inside the store that was across the restaurant they had eaten at, he looked around, heart racing.
he saw a small penguin plushie, smiling at it's fluffiness once he grabbed it. he made sure he had money before going to the register, paying and walking out. just as he did, he glanced at the restaurant and saw you.
you stood there, lighting up a cigarette. when you glanced at him, you froze, both of you did.
felix gripped the bag in his hand. it's been a month since the two of you broke up, quite a small amount of time considering everything.
the reason the two of you ended things was no mystery to eithers friend group. you had suddenly gotten distant, claiming to focus on exams, which wasn't a lie. felix grew upset with the absence of you, and whenever he tried to reach out, you sounded uninterested.
and it wasn't that you weren't, you were just going through things. felix took it the wrong way, and the tip of the iceberg was when he saw you all touchy with someone else at a party you had said you wouldn't attend.
instead of facing you, he played fire with fire.
"hi…" your voice was soft, and you stared across from you, not wanting to face him.
"hi." felix now stood next to you, staring across the street as well.
there was a silence, and felix then glanced at the puff of smoke you let out. he was questioning himself, maybe he should go and wait for the last bus. maybe he should have gone back home with his friends. maybe-
"i'm sorry."
felix snapped his head towards you, staring at you like a lost puppy. you were still facing across the street, cigarette in hand.
"i'm sorry i didn't face you like i should have. i'm sorry i didn't talk things through with you… i really have no justifications for anything i did. maybe i was just confused, we were both just trying to pass our classes..you were just trying to make our relationship work… and i...i… "
"you gave up." felix finished your sentence, now staring at the bag in his hands.
you finally turned to look at him, "no... i got bored of trying. i got bored of us. of you."
each word made felix stagger, and you took a second to grab his hand, holding it gently. he blushed, staring down at your hand on his.
"but i didn't want to let go of you."
he swallowed, "then why did you…"
"that's…a good question." you let go of his hand, and he was quick to take it again.
"i'm sorry too. i think...we lacked communication."
you smiled a bit, taking the cigarette in your mouth again. "obviously...”
felix squeezed you hand, “do you think...we could try again?”
“you don’t hate me?”
he shook his head, “we were both at fault, do you hate me?”
“no....”
“so...wanna start from zero?”
you sighed, the puff of smoke intoxicating his nostrils. you didn’t pick up on smoking until after the two of you broke up, “yeah...i’d like that.”
“me too...and...jisung said you cooked our food, that true?”
“felix, i have no idea who comes into the restaurant. i just do my job.” you laughed softly, shaking your head, “but i’m the only cook today, so yeah, i guess i did. you enjoy it?”
he nodded, “i always enjoyed your food, still do.”
you tugged at his hand, “want a ride home?”
“yeah...”
#kpop x y/n#kpop reactions#kpop imagines#kpop x reader#kpop x male reader#kpop scenarios#kpop x gender neutral reader#kpop reader insert#kpop x you#stray kids#stray kids imagines#stray kids x you
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Saving Grace - Julie Molina x Fem!Reader
“OKAY SO I JUST WOKE UP FROM A DREAM WHERE I WAS AT LIKE A HALLOWEEN PARTY WITH JULIE AS FRIENDS AND WE WERE HAVING FUN BUT THEN SOME BOYS KEPT MAKING COMMENTS ABOUT HER COSTUME AND SHE FELT UNCOMFY SO I GAVE HER MY JACKET AND THEN JUST STAYED BY HER SIDE THE WHOLE TIME AFTER...”
A little late, but a little post Halloween gay never hurt anyone.
Julie strolled into the part with a confident smile. She had constructed her She-Ra costume over the span of the past few months, and was extremely proud of the results. She held the sword over her shoulder as she opened the door to the Patterson family home.
As she entered, she was met by the gaze of several attendees who had already dove into the punch that sat on the kitchen table. She avoided their hazy stares as she made her way to the kitchen.
She quickly found her friends in the back corner of the room. Y/N and Flynn stood in a semi-circle with her bandmates near the stove, chatting amongst themselves. Y/N turned toward her first, and her jaw dropped slightly as she took in the girl’s look.
“Julie, OH MY GOODNESS,” She shrieked, holding out her hand toward the girl.
She spun Julie around in a circle and the boys wolf-whistled as she turned back around to face them. Her face thoroughly warm now, Julie dropped the girl’s embrace and fell into the circle next to her. Y/N took the opportunity to wrap her free arm around the girl, rubbing her thumb against her shoulder. Julie shivered at the contact, begging for goosebumps to stay behind as to not blow her cover.
Y/N stared at the crew with a smile before letting her eye’s fall to the smaller girl’s side profile.
“Doesn’t she look fantastic ya’ll?”
The boys nodded, Alex giving Julie a knowing wink before his eyes met Y/N’s. Julie’s shoulders shrunk in as she crumbled under her panic. Y/N tapped on her arm, gaining her attention again.
“You didn’t tell me we were going all out, now I look like an idiot,” She sighed, shaking the tassels of her flapper dress.
Julie took in the girl’s full ensemble, and yes, it may be basic but she looked incredible as usual. The black dress hung just right, and as her gaze filtered across the room, she knew that boys across the school had noticed that aspect too. She rolled her eyes at her friend, poking her side with her elbow.
“You know you look great, shut up.”
The girl beamed down at her, letting her nose scrunch in laughter. Julie tried not to stare long at her eyes, noticing that their interaction had already caught the attention of Luke. As her eyes migrated toward his, he tipped his cup at her, sending a full smile in her direction. She bit back an insult, turning to face Y/N again.
“I saw Matthew walk in,” She gasped, exposing her teeth to the other girl. “No lipstick on my teeth right?”
Julie giggled, shaking her head at the other girl. Y/N dropped her grip on the girl’s arms as she made her way over to the school’s valedictorian. Julie grabbed a glass from the table behind her, tipping the cool liquid to her mouth as she watched Y/N place a hand on his bicep.
“Julie,” A soft voice pulled her gaze from the interaction.
She turned and saw Kyle, a boy she slightly knew from her 2nd period chemistry class, smiling widely at her. She nodded, taking another sip from her drink before responding.
“Kyle, hey” She started, running a hand through her hair. “What’s up?”
He bit down on his bottom lip as he gave her outfit a once over, his eyes lingering a bit too long on her legs.
“I just wanted to say that your costume is great,” He responded, eyes falling back up to hers.
She laughed awkwardly, chugging back the rest of her drink.
“Thanks,” She kept the response short, her eyes leading back over to Y/N, who was watching her and the boy closely.
Julie forced herself to meet Kyle’s narrow eyes again as he walked toward her.
“Yeah, I can’t believe you hid all of that,” His eyes glanced down her body before fixing on he face. “Under those baggy pants and sweatshirts all the time.”
Julie opened her mouth to say something, but her voice escaped her in the moment, throat going dry as he took another step in. Julie nodded slightly, taking a step back and hitting the table behind her. Kyle opened his lips to speak again, but was cut off by a louder female voice.
“Kyle, please leave this poor girl alone.” Y/N sighed, grabbing Julie’s hand. “If you knew anything about body language, you’d notice by now that she doesn’t want you anywhere near her.”
“Y/N this has nothing to do with you,” Kyle said, looking to Julie with pleading eyes.
Y/N pushed the smaller girl behind her, keeping their hands intertwined. Julie felt her heart rate race as she was pressed to the girl’s back.
“If my friend is uncomfortable, it has everything to do with me.”
Kyle threw up his hands in defeat, rolling his eyes at her before walking away. As soon as he made it to the living room, Y/N spun Julie back out in front of her, a worried look on her face.
“How bad was it? You looked traumatized.” She sighed, squeezing the girl’s palm in hers.
“He’s mostly harmless, but man have I ever wanted to peel out of my own skin from a compliment.” Julie said, pulling at the bottom of her short skirt.
Y/N nodded, grabbing her grey sweatshirt from the table next to them and holding out to her.
“If you’d feel more comfortable covering up for awhile, I totally get it.”
Y/N let go of the girl’s hand and grabbed the jacket. She placed it over her head, the girl was notably taller than Julie, giving her a jacket dress combo as it fell onto her body. Julie noted the smell of roses, a signature Y/N scent, and tried to stop the smile from pulling at her lips as her torso was filled with warmth.
Y/N reconnected their hands and pulled Julie toward the couch, the two girls falling next to each other on the cushions. Julie released her grip on Y/N’s hand and let herself fall back onto the other girl’s chest, trying to ignore the pulse that was sent to her chest as Y/N let her hands fall softly at Julie’s sides.
The two listened to Luke’s drunken argument with Reggie about the history of the Star Wars trilogy, but most of Julie’s focus ended up on the sensation of Y/N’s hands at her waist. She tried to keep her breath steady as she relaxed into her friend’s arms.
Every time Y/N laughed, her back vibrated from the giggles and sent a smile to Y/N’s face. After the third fit of laughter, she finally leaned back and met her smile for a moment before turning back to the boys. She saw Luke holding his phone up out of the corner of her eye, sending a pointed glare toward him. Her phone buzzed a moment later, and she had a new snapchat from him.
She swiped up and clicked on the red button. A photo of Y/N beaming down at Julie with her hands around her lit up the screen.
“Couple of the year?” The caption underneath said with a winky face.
Julie sent an unamused stare to the guitarist, who simply shrugged before his smile took over his face again. He leaned back over to Reggie, whispering in his ear and pointing his thumb toward the two girls.
“Don’t be Jealous Patterson,” Y/N called out of seemingly nowhere. “You had your chance with this one.”
Julie’s face turned quickly toward the girl, who shot a wink toward her before looking back up at the pair of boys who looked at her bug-eyed. Luke opened his mouth to say something but shooed her eyes off him last moment, ending the conversation.
Julie felt warm breath near her ear, tickling the skin.
“You okay?”
She met Y/N’s eyes again, a sense of calmness rushing through her at her gentle gaze. She nodded up at her, and Y/N rubbed her hands up and down the girl’s arms a few times before Julie turned back around.
A second later, Y/N’s head was leaning against the side of Julie’s as they listened to the music in the background. Julie let a soft smile play at her lips at the contact, closing her eyes for a moment.
“Just kiss already,” Alex whined. Y/N’s eyes opened wide again, and her gaze met his, his head tilted as he grinned at the pair.
“Okay,” Y/N said, bringing her lips down to Julie’s cheeks.
The smaller girl flushed under the gesture and all three boys beamed at her with wide smiles and knowing eyes. Julie tried to focus on anything but the boys in front of her as she melted into the floor and Y/N’s grip around her grew stronger.
Eventually the ruckus surrounding the girls died down, and Y/N and Julie simply sat on the couch, people watching and rating other people’s costumes.
“They try too hard,” Y/N sighed, pointing her red solo cup at Carrie and Nick dressed as a sparkling Barbie and Ken.
“They didn’t try hard enough,” Julie responded, pointing at Alex and Willie, who were dressed as...themselves, refusing to do the couple’s costume of David and Patrick from Schitts Creek that she had picked out for them.
Y/N laughed in Julie’s ear, letting her lips hang near her face as she took a deep breath in.
“You ready to head out?” Y/N asked, squeezing Julie’s upper arm.
The smaller girl nodded, lifting off of her chest. Julie lifted to a standing position and Y/N rose to meet her. The two intertwined their hands again and moved toward the front door.
“Get home safe you two,” A hardly sober Reggie cried out toward them, raising his glass in their direction.
Y/N rolled her eyes at the intoxicated bassist and pulled the door in front of her open. As they stepped out onto the street, a shiver ran down Y/N’s spine. Julie pointed at the jacket and met the girl’s eyes.
“You need this back, I can totally-”
“Jules, no I’m fine.” Y/N looked over at Julie’s blanketed body. “You look 1000% cuter in that anyway.”
Julie’s cheeks burned under her gaze yet again, and she pointed her face toward the sky for a moment, hoping the head would rush down to her feet.
“You okay?” Y/N asked, forcing Julie to meet her eyes.
“Definitely okay,” Julie said softly.
Y/N smirked at her response, sending a squeeze to her hand as they walked down the street. As the pair made their way to Julie’s front porch, the curly haired girl turned her body so she was facing the taller girl in front of her.
“Thanks for rescuing me tonight,” She said, meeting her dark eyes in hesitation.
“I’d do it all over again,” Y/N responded, biting down on her lower lip.
A silence hung between them as they stood in the cold air, hands connected at their hips. Y/N broke the silence and leaned forward, pressing her lips to Julie’s cheek again.
“Night, Molina.” She said as she let go of her girl’s hand and turned to walk down her front stairs.
Julie at on the porch for a moment, watching the girl take off across the street toward her home with pink shoulders and and her short dress sprinting against the cold weather and smiled.
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