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Dog Eared Page | 02. Blow Me

a collaborative crossover fic by @seanfalco & @imagine-you

Pairing: Nathan Young x f!Reader (eventual Luke x Reader & Nathan x Reader x Luke) Warning(s): Language, Canon Typical Violence Word Count: 8.8k a/n: No Luke just yet, but sooooon.

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You kicked absently at a rock as you walked with the others to pick up trash, not looking forward to a day of dealing with other people's rubbish. You couldn't help but think that your day was off to a spectacularly shitty start. First, your hot water had decided to completely vanish during your shower, surprising you with a blast of freezing cold that had proved to be the wake-up call you didn't want. Then, you realized the shirt you wanted to wear that day had a stain on the bottom of it, right before you discovered that your trainers were beginning to fall apart.

The absolute last straw had been when you dropped your phone on the floor right before you managed to stub your toe on your bedpost. Letting out a scream of frustration, your anger was mounting and you desperately needed an outlet.

You quickly cut yourself off when you realized that your bedside table was shaking, having rattled hard enough that your lamp nearly toppled over the side. Your heart beating wildly in your chest, you stared at the table. Had there been an earthquake? An explosion nearby that could have rocked the building? Anything that would possibly explain why your bedside table had moved a few inches to the left when everything else had stayed still?

You didn't know if that was somehow a superpower. What could you possibly do with something like that? Maybe you could start your own furniture moving company. Although, the table moving by itself hadn't been the only weird thing to happen to you lately. Shadows, you thought to yourself. It might just be a trick of the light, but the swirling figures you managed to catch just out of the corner of your eye were a bit hard to ignore.

Maybe, you thought to yourself, you were just going crazy.

Now, Nathan was going on about how he just knew he had a superpower, claiming he just hadn't discovered it yet, whatever it was, but that it was obviously better than what the others had been stuck with so far.

"Although, making people unbelievably horny wouldn't be so bad," Nathan mused with a quick wink in your direction.

Alisha laughed before she considered Nathan. "Well, yeah, because that's the only way you'll get a girl to shag you."

"Hey! I landed that one now, didn't I?" Nathan pointed towards you, as if he could possibly be speaking about anyone else in the group.

Curtis snorted before he nudged Nathan in the side with his trash picker. "Must've been temporary insanity."

"I'll have you know that she was very lucky to have had all this to herself," Nathan proclaimed as he gestured up and down his body. "I kept her well pleased!"

"Some luck," Kelly commented with a shake of her head. "Landed her here with us pickin’ up trash, didn't you?"

"Well, I..." Nathan floundered for a moment, obviously not sure how to respond.

Thankfully, he was saved by Curtis making a sound of disgust as he pointed towards something. "What is that?"

"Is it a homeless?" Nathan asked as he caught sight of the naked man lying on the ground not far from where you were all standing.

"Is he breathing?" Kelly wondered as she squinted at the guy.

Alisha cautiously moved forward and used her trash picker to poke the guy in the ass. She shared a brief, amused look with the rest of you before turning back to consider the man. "Hey, nude guy! You're naked!"

The guy groaned before he rolled over, gifting you all with a full view of everything he was packing. While Simon was taking a picture of the guy with his phone, you couldn't help but think that the man looked awfully familiar. You were just thinking maybe he was someone your parents knew when Nathan gasped.

"You!" Nathan exclaimed as he pointed accusingly at the guy.

The scandalized look on Nathan's face finally connected the pieces in your mind. "Jeremy," you realized, finally recognizing the guy from the few times he was there while you were having dinner with Nathan and his mum.

Jeremy's eyes went wide once he noticed Nathan and he scrambled to his feet. He took off, not even bothering to take the time to cover himself with his hands as he brushed past.

Nathan took a few steps after him, but stopped as he watched Jeremy flee. "You won't get away with this! I know where you live, pal!"

"Do you wanna tell us who that was?" Curtis asked as he glanced from you to Nathan.

"He's my mum's...” Nathan trailed off, faltering to find the right words. "He lives with my mum," he finally settled on, his face nearly scrunched up in distaste.

"Yeah? Well, your stepdad has got a massive cock," Alisha told Nathan with an amused smirk.

"What? No! Jesus!" Nathan looked like he wasn't sure whether he should run away or try to somehow defend his mum. "And he's not my stepdad, alright? He's just some prick who's shacking up with my mum."

Alisha, Kelly, Curtis, and Simon all started poking fun at Nathan and you could see he was starting to get really riled up. It wasn't until Simon suggested that Jeremy might be a werewolf that he finally lost his composure.

"Don't be such a twat!" Nathan snapped before he brandished his trash picker at Simon. "He's just some kind of twisted pervert, obviously! I have to let my mum know she's livin' with a sicko."

"Well, what if the storm messed him up like it did to us?" Kelly suggested with a quirked eyebrow.

"That's bollocks, what are the chances?" Nathan quickly dismissed, but from the way he glanced at you, you could tell just from the look on his face that he might agree with Kelly.

——

"I think I'd rather be picking up trash," you muttered to Curtis as Sally went over what you were expected to do for the senior citizen's party at the Community Centre.

"I'm not exactly looking forward to hanging out with a bunch of old people either," Curtis agreed with a scowl.

"Hey!" Sally called, her focus on you and Curtis. "I need you all to be on your best behavior. That means listening and paying attention when I'm talking to you," she snapped, her lips twisting down in a frown. "You're here to help out and make sure everyone is having a good time. That means you will mingle and you will take care of anything that comes up," Sally stressed as she glanced to each of you, as if checking to make sure you were all giving her your full attention.

"We've got it," Alisha told Sally with an unimpressed look.

Sally muttered something under her breath before she gestured for you to join the party. "Get out there and please just try to remember what I told you."

You weren't really sure what you wanted to do. Dance with old people? Serve drinks and pastries? Try to strike up a conversation and risk being subjected to countless boring stories about grandchildren and how they never called anymore? You must have hesitated just a beat too long, because you managed to make it onto Nathan's radar.

"Come on!" he urged as he reached out towards you. Of course, he’d immediately gravitated towards the middle of the dance floor, proceeding to do a whole range of incredibly embarrassing dance moves. He’d been in the middle of what looked like his own spin on a one-person wave when he spotted you standing at the edge of the floor.

Nathan had made it halfway towards you, a hopeful look on his face, but you were quick to shake your head. You couldn't help but find his dance moves completely awkward, but also just the tiniest bit adorable, but if he managed to get you out onto the dance floor with him, then you’d be totally helpless against his unintentional charm.

You turned away from him, ignoring the flash of disappointment you noticed in his expression, before you found yourself moving over towards the refreshment table. You figured you could at least pretend to look busy so that Sally wouldn't reprimand you and you could put a table between yourself and Nathan if he came anywhere close to you.

You thought it had been a really good idea, but as you were helping an elderly man pour himself some punch you noticed Nathan talking to a girl you didn't know.

"Figures," you muttered, helpless against the stab of jealousy you felt at the sight taking place before you. Of course, you thought, Nathan would get distracted by the first pretty bird to walk into the room. You noticed the look on his face and the feeling of jealousy only grew stronger. He was flirting. He was standing right there in the same room as you and he was chatting up another girl.

Your grip on the ladle you were supposed to be using to pour punch into red plastic cups tightened to the point that it was almost painful. You knew you should probably try to keep a lid on your anger, but you were powerless against the rising tide of emotion washing over you. Not only had Nathan well and truly fucked you over by landing you with community service, but now he was actively trying to get into someone else's pants after he claimed he wasn't over you. Did he really expect you to want him after you witnessed him trying to pull someone else?

There was a ringing in your ears you didn't notice until it abruptly stopped, followed by a loud, shattering noise and a shriek that made you jump and drop the ladle onto the table.

You glanced to the side to see that the punch bowl had exploded. Sally was standing in front of the destroyed bowl, red punch soaking into her clothes and dripping from her hair. "What the hell just happened?" She reached out to grab a stack of napkins before using them to attempt to wipe down her shirt.

"Shit," you breathed before you moved over to her. "Do you need any help with that?"

"No!" Sally snapped, shooting you a quick glare, before she sighed. Her shoulders slumped in defeat before she dropped the napkins to the table. "Just..." she trailed off, shooting a quick glance at the others still out on the dance floor. "Just make sure you and the others don't mess anything up while I find a change of clothes," she said before she turned and left, quickly navigating around the people still out on the dance floor in her bid to escape.

You felt the tiniest bit of guilt about Sally, but your attention was soon caught by Nathan still talking to the girl and your anger spiked once more. He should be paying attention to you and not some random blonde. Your hands curled into fists, your fury mounting, before you became aware of the cups rattling on the table before you and your anger was swiftly replaced with confusion. Were you doing that? Had you made the punch bowl explode just because you were seriously pissed off with Nathan?

You wanted to find a way to test out your theory, but you were soon joined by Alisha and Kelly.

"What is that about?" Kelly wondered as she reached out to grab a cup that had been pre-filled with punch.

Most of your focus was still on Nathan and the girl he was talking to. What could they possibly have to say to each other? Why was he smiling at her like that?

"What. A. Prick," Alisha mused as she turned to consider Nathan. "Who the hell even is that?"

"I think I heard her say her name was Ruth," Kelly answered with a frown. "What did you even see in him?" she asked as she nodded at Nathan. "It's not like he's a proper gentleman or nothin’."

Alisha made a thoughtful noise as she considered Nathan. "What's he like in bed? I mean, does he have a massive cock like his stepdad? Does he know how to use it?" she giggled.

You couldn't help the tiny laugh that escaped you at Alisha's words. The first few times you’d had sex with Nathan had been a bit disastrous, to put it lightly. He didn't really know what he was doing, but you’d loved him enough to want to try to guide him and he had gotten better, a lot better, but there was still room for improvement.

You couldn't help but glance at Nathan and Ruth again. Nathan had a smile on his face. It was the one he always got when he was being cheeky and getting away with it. You couldn't see Ruth's face, but you figured she must have been buying whatever he was selling.

"Kelly? What's he thinking?" you couldn't help but wonder as you gestured towards Nathan.

Kelly focused on him for a moment before she made a face and shook her head. “I think it's best if I don't tell you."

That was all the answer you needed, though. You could just imagine he was thinking of shagging Ruth. He probably thought he was being so smooth right about now and thinking that he could bag her soon if he just kept laying on the charm. You could hear the tiniest bit of ringing in your ears and you knew you were probably only moments away from losing your cool again.

Deciding it was best if you forgot all about Nathan Young for the moment, you settled for letting Alisha and Kelly distract you with the comments they were making about the old people out on the dance floor.

——

Nathan's thoughts were on Ruth as he grabbed his things from his locker. He wasn't really sure what he was doing. Did he want to shag Ruth? Obviously. Did he actually want to shag Ruth knowing that [y/n] could find out and hate him forever? Not really. But if Ruth was asking for it, then he'd be hard-pressed to turn her down.

"Someone knows," Curtis said, drawing everyone's attention to him. He pointed towards a note that had been stuck to the inside door of his locker that read, 'I know what you did.' "They know we killed our probation worker."

Nathan scoffed before he finished righting his hoodie. He made sure he had what he wanted before he shut his locker door and leaned back against it.

"Is this a wind-up? Was this you?" Kelly asked as she looked at him, turning an accusing glare on him.

Kelly, Alisha, and [y/n] had been particularly hostile with him since getting back to the locker room. [y/n] had even refused to look at him when he called her name earlier and Kelly had shot him a glare that was scary enough it had him wanting to instinctively cover his junk just in case she was thinking of getting a good hit in. Alisha had merely leaned against her locker, watching him with narrowed eyes, as she popped her gum. It wasn't much, but it seemed particularly menacing with the look on her face. He didn't know what he’d done to get all three of them to hate him, but he figured it wouldn't be long until he found out. He only hoped that [y/n] hadn't caught him chatting up Ruth. If she did, then there was no hope left for him with her. At the very least, he had a fuckton of groveling in his future.

"Oh, come on! At least give me a little more credit than that, would yeh? If I really wanted to freak you out, then I would've dug up the body and stuck that in your locker. I wouldn't have been lame enough to rip off some horror film."

"He's right," [y/n] started, sending a thrill of hope through Nathan that she was finally taking his side, before she continued. "He would've done something completely childish and stapled his hand. Or would you have settled for just calling him a girl?" [y/n] asked as she finally looked at Nathan, tilting her head to the side as she considered him. There was something a little more distant about her expression. She seemed to have shut off for some reason and he was itching to really figure out why. He knew if he tried to ask her, though, she'd only ignore him again.

"If it wasn't him, then who was it?" Weird Kid had decided to join the chat, even though Nathan didn't remember anyone asking for his input.

"We're the only ones who know what happened, right? None of us have actually told anyone what we did?" [y/n] pointed out as she kept her gaze firmly off Nathan.

He knew he’d fucked up, but had he done something else without even knowing it? Did she know that he had looked at Ruth and immediately thought about shagging her? All it had taken was for Ruth to flash him a smile and show him a little interest and he was already thinking about his mouth on her tits. Maybe [y/n] had a point about him being immature, but she’d broken up with him. He was free to look at other birds now, wasn't he?

"Well, we've all done stuff," Nathan tried to dismiss, attempting to turn his thoughts away from [y/n] and Ruth. Although, there was a thought. [y/n] and Ruth both in bed with him. He shook his head, firmly looking at Curtis and not at [y/n]. "They could be talkin’ bout anythin’. And you're some kind of superstar!" Nathan pointed out as he gestured at Curtis. "I'm sure you can't take a shit without someone noticin’."

"It was in your locker," Alisha accused as she finally turned her stare on Curtis.

"I haven't done anything! This was meant for all of us," Curtis insisted. "They're talking about the probation worker. Don't you get that?"

"Listen," Nathan started as he took a couple of steps closer to Curtis. "If someone knew something, then they wouldn't be stickin’ notes in lockers. They would've gone to the police and we would've all been thrown in prison by now. Do you see any of us in handcuffs? No. Are any of us currently getting a pounding in the arse from some big fella named Curly because we dropped some soap in the prison showers? No. That means there's no evidence. No proof. Nothin’,” Nathan stressed as he got closer to Curtis.

"This little note means absolutely fuck-all, so I'm guessin’ it's about some other totally unrelated shit that you've done." He took a breath, not bothering to look back at [y/n] even if he wanted to see what she thought of his little rant. Probably that he was being childish again, he couldn't help but think to himself.

"Now, if we're all done freaking out about this meaningless shit, there's somewhere I need to be," he finished before he brushed past Curtis and left the locker room.

——

Nathan was in a foul mood as he sat on his mattress at the Community Centre. He’d gotten a pizza and burned through the rest of his cigarettes, but nothing had really helped him get over the fact that his mum wouldn't believe him. Couldn't she see that Jeremy was some kind of wolf boy now? Didn't she care that she was shacking up with some nudist freak?

He couldn't help but think about her claiming he ruined all her other relationships. What was so special about this Jeremy bloke that his mum actually wanted him around? She’d kicked him out, her own flesh and blood, for some guy who liked running around with his bollocks out. What the fuck was wrong with him that his own mum would choose a guy like that over her own son?

He was just chewing on a bite of pizza when the lights in the Community Centre came on, startling him enough that his knee jerked up and hit the railing. "Ow! Shit," he hissed before he stood up. He noticed someone pass by the door to the hallway and knew he had to investigate. The Community Centre was his home now and if someone had broken in, then he was the only one around to defend the place.

Descending the stairs down to the ground floor, he went out into the hallway, moving cautiously in the direction he’d seen the person go. He couldn't help but think that he was about to be done in by some random burglar and then he’d never get the chance to get Jeremy kicked out of his mum's or get back together with [y/n]. Although, he figured, there was every chance he could get slaughtered in his sleep, so it was better to look for an intruder now while he was awake than wake up with a knife to his throat.

He was about to turn a corner when Ruth came around the other way and he jumped back, letting out a scream he would deny to his dying day, and pointed an accusing finger at her. "What're you doin’ here?"

Ruth's brows furrowed as she considered Nathan. "I left my bag," she told him, holding it up for him to see.

"Oh, sure," he mused, not able to pass up an opportunity to flirt. "Left your bag, y’say? Of course y’did. You sure you didn't come back just to see me?"

Ruth quirked an eyebrow at him, obviously not as impressed as he wanted her to be. "I didn't know you'd be here," she pointed out. "And why are you here? Shouldn't you be home by now?"

This is home, Nathan thought to himself, at least for now. "I'm volunteerin’,” he tried, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm just giving and giving and then I just give some more. Isn't that generous of me? Always givin’,” he stressed, waggling his eyebrows at her so she couldn't possibly miss his meaning.

"Is this a burglary?"

"No!" Nathan immediately denied. "If anything, I thought you were a burglar. How do I know you're not here lookin' to rob the place?"

Ruth rolled her eyes before she produced a ring of keys from her bag. "Except I've got the keys to the building and permission to be here. What do you have?"

Nothing, Nathan thought, but didn't want to admit. He couldn't exactly confess that he was homeless because his mum kicked him out of his home and his ex-girlfriend kicked him out of her life. How pathetic would that be? So, he settled on the one thing he knew how to do. "D’you wanna drink?"

After Ruth had agreed to a drink with him, he led her towards the kitchen and broke the lock, ignoring her accusing look before he jumped over the counter. Grabbing two bottles of vodka from under the bar and placing them on the counter, he shot Ruth what he hoped was an enticing look.

"Okay," Ruth drawled as she considered the booze. "Now it's a burglary."

"No," Nathan disagreed as he searched for cups. "Now it's a party."

Nathan lost track of how many shots he downed in a bid to impress Ruth with his drinking prowess. He honestly wasn't really looking to get lucky that night. Well, he was, but not really. He just hated feeling like a lonesome loser because he couldn't have [y/n] and he couldn't even sulk in peace in his bedroom at his mum's. He was relegated to doing his brooding in the deserted Community Centre, but now it wasn't so empty; Ruth was here and she was pretty and she laughed at his jokes and looked at him like she was maybe thinking about letting him have a go with her.

It was good. It was great. It wasn't [y/n], and he felt maybe the tiniest bit guilty about that, but he didn't have to worry because he was single, right? No girlfriend and no [y/n] and no home and no mum to live with. All he had was stolen alcohol and a pretty blonde and a whole Community Centre to himself.

Between a raid of the costume closet and fucking about with the wheelchairs and dancing around the rec room with Ruth, the night started passing in a haze for Nathan. He wasn't sure when they had decided to cool off outside, but once the chilly night air hit his skin, he couldn't help but think it was absolutely the best idea ever.

He leaned back in one of the wheelchairs they had stolen from the Centre and considered the full moon. He felt nice and relaxed as he took a hit off the joint he had rolled before they came outside. He got stuck on watching the moon's reflection on the water and the way it made him feel a bit dizzy before he was torn out of his thoughts by Ruth making a thoughtful noise.

He glanced at her and handed over the joint. He watched her take a drag, a look of bliss falling over her face. Weirdly enough, he couldn't help but think of [y/n]. It seemed his thoughts always drifted to her even when he didn't want them to. The last time he’d been this well and truly baked he’d been with her. That night had ended with his head on her tits and her fingers running through his hair. Fuck, but he really missed her.

He forced himself to focus again on Ruth. She was here. She hadn't broken up with him, and she was looking right at him with a considering look on her face.

"You all right?"

"I want to get a photo," she said before she pulled out her mobile.

He threw an arm around Ruth's shoulders and leaned in closer to her side. Pulling a ridiculous face, puckering his lips and widening his eyes, he waited for her to snap the picture. After, she turned her phone around and glanced at the photo, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she brushed her fingers over the screen. She looked over at him, not bothering to pull away.

He was thinking about leaning in to kiss her. He could tell she wanted it and he really wanted to be close to someone in that moment. He was just about to try his luck when Ruth seemed to get distracted by something just over his shoulder.

"A naked guy with a huge cock’s just ran past," she said, confusion clear in her voice.

"It's him!" Nathan gasped as he quickly glanced over his shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of Jeremy to confirm he was really there.

"Who?"

"It's my mum's...it's the guy who lives with my mum," he conceded with an irritated sigh. "Quick. Gimme your phone, gimme your phone," he urged as he held his hand out for her mobile.

Ruth handed her phone over, but she looked incredibly worried as she watched him try to roll away in the wheelchair. When he realized he wouldn't get very far like that, he jumped out of the chair and took off running.

Nathan was having a bit of trouble focusing as he tried to follow after Jeremy. He couldn't believe he went and got wasted when he should have been trying to get something to use against Jeremy.

At first, he thought he had lost him, but he started hearing snuffling and growling noises and he followed the sounds, Ruth's phone held out in front of him, as he cautiously moved forward.

"Did you really think I was going to let you get away with this? That's my mum, you sick bastard!"

There were more unnatural sounds before something crashed just around the corner from where Nathan was creeping forward. He winced at the sound, but he figured he had made it this far, so he might as well see this through.

He couldn't help but think that if Jeremy really was some kind of gay, rapist werewolf, then he was probably about to get horribly mauled by the man. Maybe he should have brought Ruth along with him, so if he wound up as a naked corpse, then at least she could tell his mum it was her prick of a partner who had done him in.

"Maybe we should talk about this? Over a coffee?" he offered before he turned the corner and found Jeremy rummaging around in the trash. He got one moment to think that he would probably end up coming back the next day just to clean up all the rubbish as part of his service when Jeremy noticed he was there, rushed over to him, and jumped on him.

Trying to fend him off, Nathan slapped ineffectually at the man's face before he swore he felt the gross, wet feeling of Jeremy's tongue dragging across his cheek.

"I don't want it! I don't want it!" Nathan yelled as he tried to push Jeremy off of him.

Jeremy suddenly pulled away from him, his head swiveling to the side towards the sound of dogs barking off in the distance and he was suddenly scrambling away and taking off towards the noise. Nathan rushed to bring the phone up, snapping a quick photo, before Jeremy got too far away from him.

"For fuck's sake," Nathan sighed, taking a moment to catch his breath, before he remembered that he had just left Ruth sitting outside the Community Centre. He figured he might as well see if she was up to continuing where they had left off and give her back her phone, but when he managed to stumble back to the Centre, it was to find two empty wheelchairs left outside.

Nathan scowled at them before walking back inside. He wasn't in the mood to deal with the wheelchairs or think about Jeremy or hope that the photo was enough to finally convince his mum that he wasn't full of shit. He just wanted to sleep off the booze and the drugs and forget that the night had ended up being a complete waste.

By the time he was dropping down onto his mattress, he knew that he would have to go back to his mum's the next day and finally make her see that Jeremy was the one she should have kicked out and not him.

——

Evidence in hand, Nathan approached his mum’s condo, solo. He’d held out hope that maybe [y/n] might have wanted to come help him, for old time’s sake, but even she’d said no.

Assessing his points of entry, he found an unlocked window above the kitchen sink and lifted it slowly before jumping up, knocking over several dishes as he crawled inside, falling from the counter awkwardly.

“Nathan?” Jeremy asked, rounding the corner, come to investigate the commotion, and he hastily straightened.

“That’s right. Your number’s up, you psycho nudist freak!” he exclaimed, pulling Ruth’s cell phone out and holding up the photo he’d snapped. “See anything you recognize!” he exclaimed triumphantly.

“What am I lookin’ at?” Jeremy asked, tilting his head as he squinted at the blurry photo and Nathan rolled his eyes, taking a step closer and pointing at the screen.

“Cock, anus, ballsack. It’s you, from last night!” he cried.

“I don’t remember what happened,” Jeremy replied evasively, chewing his lip.

“Oh, how convenient,” Nathan scoffed. “This happened. You assaulted me! I show this to my mum and you’re history,” he continued, picking up the radio from the counter. “So take your stupid crap… and go!” he exclaimed, dropping the radio to the floor.

“That was your mum’s,” Jeremy commented and Nathan flinched for a moment, his eyes flicking down before he clenched his jaw and looked back up.

“Well, I’ll buy her a new one, because that’s what sons do for their mums!” he countered firmly, unsure where exactly he was gunna get the money to actually do that. You’re getting off track, he thought, frowning. “Look don’t make this any harder on her, so just get your stuff and go. Just go!” he cried.

But Jeremy wasn’t having it. “No, you go!” he exclaimed, somehow growing a backbone. “Your mum doesn’t even want you here!”

At his words Nathan lashed out, punching him in the nose just as his mum walked into the room, her eyes widening in horror.

“Nathan! What are you doing?” she snapped, instantly grabbing a towel for Jeremy to hold to his bloodied face. “You’ve broken his nose!” she exclaimed angrily, her eyes flashing.

“You made me do this!” he cried, gesturing toward the man. “You wouldn’t listen! That psycho freak was out there again last night! Tell her, you sick bastard!”

“He already has!”

“He already told you?” Nathan exclaimed, floundering. “So… what the fuck?” his voice nearly cracked as he watched his mum with disbelief as Jeremy explained what had happened. He’d been caught in the storm too, and now every night he turned into a dog, a jack russell terrier, to be exact, running around the estate, not remembering it the next day.

He kinda was like a werewolf, a pussy version of one, anyway, Nathan couldn’t help but think, unwittingly remembering Weird Kid’s words when they’d first found him in the car park.

“Are you honestly saying you’re okay with this?” he asked, holding his hands together in front of him, in one last ditch effort to get his mum to side with him. “He’s dangerous,” he insisted.

“I’d never hurt your mum!” Jeremy countered, quickly standing. “I love her.”

Nathan watched as he shared a tender look with his mum and he rolled his eyes. “It’s not like you can enter him in Crufts.”

He didn’t even see the slap coming, his face stinging before he realized what had happened, his hand instantly going to his cheek as his mouth fell open in disbelief, betrayal in his eyes as he gaped at his mum, who looked just as shocked as he felt.

With a huff he brushed past her, not wanting her to see the tears gathering in his eyes.

“I hope you don’t try to sabotage your own relationship like you have mine,” she exclaimed shakily as he grabbed the sliding door handle.

For a moment Nathan froze, the words a punch to the gut. If he hadn’t already just been slapped, that’s what this would feel like. Joke’s on you, been there, done that, he thought sullenly, steeling himself and yanking the door open to stride away, his heart and his ego shattered.

And to top it all off, the one person he wanted to go to most for comfort hated his guts. Grabbing onto Ruth’s phone in his pocket, he decided to seek her out instead, at least she’d seemed to want him.

——

The next day, brows furrowed, Nathan chewed on his finger as he sat slumped in his chair, letting his gaze wander the room, half watching for [y/n], half on the lookout for Ruth.

Ugh, please don’t think about her, please don’t think about her, he thought with a groan and a shudder. Anythin’ but her.

He still couldn’t believe he’d slept with her. That totally hadn’t been the plan when he’d gone to her house to return her cell phone. He’d just wanted someone to talk to, someone to comfort him after what had happened at his mum’s place. Sure, at the time he’d thought he’d lucked out. It had been a couple months since his last shag, and it had been pretty hot at first.

She’d even been surprisingly sweet when he’d came prematurely... and even understanding when he’d accidentally moaned [y/n]’s name— what did that mean? You know what that means, don’t play daft! It’s obvious you’re not over her yet —especially when he’d mentioned he’d just gone through a breakup, a brutal dumping, failing to mention he might’ve deserved it.

He just wished he could get the rest of the night out of his head. The sight of those wrinkled tits bouncing in his face still haunted him. He just felt so violated. He could never let anyone know that he’d shagged her— not only because it was entirely too gross and they’d never let him live it down, but the thought of [y/n] knowing…

Nathan straightened in his seat as [y/n] entered the room. All he wanted was for her to comfort him. Fuck, but he missed her.

“[y/n]!” he called, waving her over. For a moment he thought she was gunna ignore him, a conflicted expression crossing her face as she looked his way. Shaking her head slightly, she reluctantly made her way over.

“What d’you want, Nathan?” she sighed.

“Nothin’!” he exclaimed, holding his hands up defensively as he jumped to his feet. “I just wanted t’talk to you…” he muttered hopefully.

“About what?” she asked warily.

“About… about us,” he answered hesitantly, flinching as she eyed him sharply.

“Oh, so now you wanna talk about us? Just the other day you were chattin’ it up with another girl. You seemed like you were pretty over me,” she pointed out, sniffing disdainfully as she turned away.

“[y/n], wait!” he yelped, impulsively reaching out to grab her arm, stopping her in her tracks, and she slowly turned back to him, frowning thoughtfully.

Nathan grimaced, glancing around the room before pulling [y/n] from the middle of the dance floor and off to the side, away from prying ears.

“So…” he prompted, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“So…?” [y/n] replied, raising her eyebrows as she studied him.

“So… it seems pretty clear that y’miss me,” Nathan answered, leaning nonchalantly against the pillar behind her.

“And how d’you figure that?” [y/n] scoffed, though she didn’t move away, her eyes flicking up to his.

“Oh, c’mon, you were jealous! I could see it all over your face,” he pointed out, circling his finger at her tauntingly. “So, let’s just put all this unpleasantness behind us and I’ll come round t’yours and we can make up,” he suggested, dragging his finger along her arm, noticing the subtle way she shivered.

Oh, it was definitely working. Good job Nathan, in no time you’ll be outta th’dog house and back in [y/n]’s bed, where you belong.

“Oh, we can, can we?” [y/n] countered, her voice heated. “Did you shag that girl, Ruth?”

“What? No! Course not, she turned me down,” Nathan lied without thinking, grimacing as soon as the words were out of his mouth, realizing that didn’t exactly sound good either.

“So you only come crawlin’ back t’me cause y’struck out with her, is that it?” [y/n] replied levelly, crossing her arms over her chest.

“No! No… you’re th’only one I want, [y/n]. And… yeah, maybe I was tryin’ t’make you jealous by flirtin’ with her, but that’s only cause… I want yeh back. I’ve never had it so good!”

“Yeah, no kidding,” she muttered, sighing as he caught her eyes, attempting to look as sad as humanly possible for extra pity points. “Okay, maybe I do miss you… a little,” she admitted reluctantly.

That was his in. He had her now, all he had t’do was set th’hook...

“Y’do?” he breathed, leaning in, testing the waters, his gaze dropping to her parted lips. It felt like it had been ages since he’d kissed her last— a couple months was a rather long time, after all.

Suddenly he caught movement coming their way from the corner of his eye and he looked past [y/n], focusing on the old woman who was making her way slowly, but pointedly toward him and his eyes widened in fear.

Yelping, Nathan abruptly straightened, grabbing [y/n]’s hand and tugging her in the opposite direction in his panic. There was no way he was gunna talk to her, that lying old biddy that had taken advantage of him in his vulnerable state. Just the thought of what had happened the night before made him shiver in disgust, his stomach flipping.

Rushing toward the door, he pulled [y/n] with him, skipping out on the rest of the “party”.

——

“Nathan!” you panted, hurrying after him as he just kept running, not stopping til you’d passed under the cool shade of the flyover. “What’re you doing?” you asked as he finally bent over double, gasping for breath.

“I will not—be in a room—where that song—is bein’ played,” he exclaimed, referencing James Blunt’s You’re Beautiful which had just come on before he’d pulled you away.

“Okay,” you laughed, watching him straighten.

“Plus I… I wanted t’be alone… with you,” he admitted haltingly, his eyes not quite meeting yours.

“You mean you wanted t’snog me,” you translated, placing your hands on your hips.

“No!” he cried, pressing his back to the concrete pillar behind him and sliding down to the ground. “I mean… yeah, a little, but—“

“Alright, calm down,” you replied as he faltered. “Maybe I kinda wanna snog you too… a little,” you admitted, unsure if that was a good idea or not. He’d still never properly apologized to you for everything, but this was his stupid Nathan Young charm and you were falling for it hook, line, and sinker— when he’d said you were all he wanted, you knew deep down you were already done for.

“C’mere,” he said, patting the spot next to him as he fumbled in his pocket, pulling out a baggy of weed, rolling you a joint to share, his fingers trembling slightly.

“Nathan, you okay?” you asked, worry pricking you as you noticed the tremor.

“Me?” he asked, sticking the hand rolled joint between his lips and searching for his lighter. “Yeah, course, I’m fine! Never better!” he exclaimed with a nervous laugh, still fumbling in his pockets. Pulling your own lighter free, you lit the end of the blunt for him and he sighed, leaning back.

“Alright, alright, that’s a lie,” he admitted, passing you the joint for a hit, slowly letting the smoke hiss between his lips. “I’m not fine, okay? I’m nowhere near fine! Not since we…” his voice trailed off. “I fucked up,” he cried, gesturing wildly with his hands. “What am I s’posed t’do without you, [y/n]?” he asked, his voice cracking. “I don’t have much else goin’ for me!”

You knew how uncomfortable talking about his feelings made him, so if Nathan was admitting this much, you knew how much it must really be eating at him and your stomach flipped uncomfortably.

All you wanted to do was tell him how much you missed him, how much you wanted him back, but you had to be strong. You couldn’t just let him walk all over you and think that was okay.

“Nathan…” you groaned softly, offering him back the blunt. “I…”

“Please, [y/n]?” he asked, desperation written on every inch of his face. “I can change! I can!” he insisted. “And-and just think, now we get t’see each other every day—“

“At community service, you mean,” you cut in levelly.

“Yeah, so?” he countered. “Most couples would kill for that opportunity,” he exclaimed, his lips twitching with amusement. “Okay, poor choice of words,” he added, chipping away at your resolve as he got you to grin.

“So, what d’you say? Will you pretty please give me a second chance?” he asked hopefully and you floundered.

“I can’t believe I”m actually considering this,” you muttered incredulously and Nathan’s grin grew.

“Well, maybe this will help yeh make up your mind,” he exclaimed, leaning in closer, and you couldn’t help but kiss him back, sighing as his chapped lips pressed to yours.

By the time you heard the crunch of gravel approaching, you were well and truly snogging, your hands tangled in Nathan’s unruly curls as he kissed you sloppily, the blunt burning down forgotten between his fingers as he held you awkwardly, and maybe it was the weed or maybe it was Nathan, but you felt like you were floating in a beam of light.

“Ew!” Alisha exclaimed, wrinkling her nose in disgust as the others’ gathered nearby.

“So that’s what you two ran off t’do,” Curtis exclaimed as you pushed Nathan back, hastily tearing his lips from yours as you flushed hotly at the others’ stares.

“Well, y’caught us!” Nathan exclaimed with a shrug, but Kelly watched him with a strange expression.

“There was some old lady in there looking for yeh,” she said, folding her arms over her chest.

“What for?” you scoffed with amusement. “You got an elderly admirer I don’t know about?” you joked, until you saw the panicked look cross Nathan’s face and your grin faltered.

Moments later Kelly’s mouth fell open in disgust. “You shagged her?” she cried in disbelief, clearly having heard his thoughts and blurting them out in her shock.

“Oh yeah, course. I gave her a right good seein’ to,” Nathan exclaimed with a nervous laugh, but the look on his face was clear as day and you inched back from him.

“Oh my God, you shagged that old woman?” Alisha cried, torn between disgust and malicious glee.

“No. No!” Nathan exclaimed hastily, his eyes growing wide as his head swung between the others and you, utter panic splashed across his face.

“That is disgustin’! Are you seriously into that?” Curtis exclaimed as a wicked smirk twisted Simon’s lips.

“I think he enjoyed it,” he added as Nathan looked to you helplessly, hurt in his eyes.

“Did you…?” you asked hesitantly.

“No!” he cried in exasperation. “Not… on purpose,” he added, and you frowned.

“What is that supposed t’mean?” Kelly demanded.

“She didn’t look like that when we started!” Nathan exclaimed, throwing his hands up. “Y’know that bird, Ruth, from the other day? Gorgeous, yeah? That wrinkly old bint, that’s her. The storm made her young again,” he explained, desperate for the others to believe him.

But you were seething.

He’d lied right to your face without batting an eye. He didn’t care about apologizing or making things right between you, he just wanted back in your knickers.

“You lied. You fucking lied t’me!” you exclaimed, jumping up and Nathan flinched, tearing his eyes from the others to look at you, scrambling to his feet.

“No! No, [y/n], I--” he stuttered, reaching for your hand, but you jerked your arm away as you took a step back, nothing but anger and pain filling you until you couldn’t hold it back any longer.

Balling your hands into fists, it felt like all your rage rushed out of you, like an unstoppable tidal wave of emotion, and suddenly the ground shook under your feet as your ears rung. For a moment everyone stumbled, looking around uncertainly before the pillar behind Nathan cracked with the sound of a thunderclap and everyone screamed, jumping back.

“What the fuck was that?” Curtis yelled, stepping protectively in front of Alisha, while Nathan’s eyes went wide, slowly turning to look behind him. The pillar was still standing, but it was completely spider-webbed with cracks.

“Did you do that?” Simon asked, shakily getting back to his feet from where he’d fallen and you felt everyone’s eyes on you.

“I-I dunno… I think I did,” you murmured. You were still angry, but you felt more tired than anything, your head spinning slightly, as if the outburst had taken all your energy with it.

“[y/n], that was badass!” Nathan exclaimed with an incredulous chuckle. “Let’s forget for a moment that y’nearly killed me, but still! You have a power!” he exclaimed, holding out his arms to you and your face darkened once more.

“No, I’m still pissed at you!” you cried, jabbing your finger into his chest. “You lied right to my face and I believed you! I thought, like an idiot, that maybe y’did care.”

“Wha--? No, I do. I do!” he insisted, once more reaching for your wrist. “Don’t ya feel bad for me? I’m damaged goods!” he exclaimed, trying to go after your pity.

“Oh yeah, th’gorgeous bird you bagged turned out t’be an octagenarian. That’s so fuckin’ tragic! You were only too willing t’shag her at th’beginning,” you pointed out, feeling your anger mounting again.

Not wanting to possibly destroy something else, and not wanting him to see the tears gathering in your eyes, you turned on your heel, turning your back on him.

“Fuck off, Nathan. I don’t wanna see you again!”

“No, c’mon [y/n]!” he called after you as you stormed away. “Come back!” When you still didn’t stop, you heard him huff in frustration. “Yeah well, you’ll hafta see me! We’re stuck in community service together!”

Shaking his head, Nathan glared at the others before turning in the opposite direction.

“Nathan, I’m sorry! It just slipped out!” Kelly exclaimed, going after him, guilty for her part in exposing his secret.

“Oh, it just slipped out, did it?” he snapped, pointing at her angrily. “Great, thanks. Well done. Now everyone knows I fucked an elderly and my girlfriend hates me again.”

“Ex-girlfriend!” Alisha called snidely, reminding him, and he flipped her off before turning back to Kelly.

“I was this close t’gettin’ her t’take me back!” he exclaimed, holding his fingers a sliver apart, placing the remainder of the blunt between his lips. “This close!”

“Yeah, by lyin’ to her! You got what you deserved, granny fucker!” Kelly yelled as he turned his back on her.

Far enough away from the others, you finally allowed your tears to fall as you sunk to your knees. Looking down at your hands you could see them trembling.

Had you really done that, cracked that pillar? Was that your power?

By now the rest of your rage had dissipated, leaving only heartbreak, and you wrapped your arms around yourself, cold leaching into you. As you exhaled, you could see your breath, but it was the middle of summer.

Were you… doing this? It was like all the warmth had been sucked out of the air. Great, some power, you thought, scrubbing at your eyes as your teeth chattered.

At least it was better than Alisha’s… right?

——

After the abysmal day of community service, Nathan knew he had to at least make something right. Though she’d lied to him and used him, Ruth’s words about his mum rang in his ears-- You can’t give her everything she needs. Don’t be so selfish.

Shoving his hands in his jacket pockets he made his way back to her place, finding her in the yard hanging laundry on the line. “So… I s’pose you’re going t’tell me you love him?” he asked softly, startling his mum as she pulled back a sheet to find him standing there.

She looked him over for a moment before nodding. “But it doesn’t change how I feel about you.” She hesitated, grimacing, regret crossing her face. “I’m-I’m so sorry I hit you,” she exclaimed, sincerity in her tone and Nathan rolled his shoulders awkwardly, waving the thought away.

“Yeah well, I… I punched the guy you live with,” he countered, apologetically, as if they were even. “Y-your-- I can’t call him your ‘boyfriend’ or your ‘partner’, it’s too pathetic,” he exclaimed, waving his hands in the air and his mum smirked.

“You can call him ‘dad’ if y’like.”

“Oh, that’s funny,” Nathan scoffed, fighting back a sarcastic grin.

“Y’know, I’ve been worried about you,” his mum admitted. “Where’ve you been living?” she asked and Nathan grimaced. He couldn’t exactly tell her he was staying in the Community Centre, that would only make her feel bad, and she’d probably offer to let him move back in, but strangely enough he didn’t want that. Though he wasn’t exactly Jeremy’s biggest fan, after all he’d been through in the past few days he’d decided he’d ruined enough relationships, and he didn’t wanna do that to his mum. She seemed genuinely happy.

“Oh, I got a flat,” he lied, thinking quickly. “I moved in with [y/n].”

For a moment his mum looked him over before nodding. “I’m glad, I’ve always liked her, you know. She’s good for you.”

“Yeah, yeah I know,” Nathan muttered, his heart in his throat.

“Don’t mess it up, Nathan, I wanna have grandbabies some day,” she teased, “and you two are so cute together.”

“Yeah yeah, okay okay, enough of the sappy shit,” he exclaimed, his stomach flipping uncomfortably.

Jokingly threatening Jeremy as he passed, Nathan allowed himself a small smile. Now that he’d made things right with his mum, now he had to make things right with [y/n]. He had to. She obviously still cared about him… he just had to stop fucking it up.

He didn’t know what he was supposed to do without her.

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honeypirate · 3 years

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Take me home

Benimaru x f!Y/n

A/n: I just want Beni to have a little slice of something good in his life, okay? 🥺

Your head is pounding, you feel blood pour from your nose and taste the blood on your tongue from your split lip. Your ribs are broken, your skins dry, and you can hardly breathe. You’ve expended all your energy and power and if you used anymore you’d burn up yourself.

“Mother fu..” you go to curse at your attacker but before you can they send an explosion into you again. Knocking you into the next burning building, you didn’t know how you were going to get out of this, you don’t think you can even move anymore. You can hear the evangelist come after you but your eyes are blurry with blood and smoke. You try to push yourself up but you fall back down, hearing the man just laugh maniacally.

That laugh got cut off by what sounded like a punch and another explosion before you lost consciousness.

You’re in darkness, floating, weightless. You’re dreaming but you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes yet. Afraid of what you’ll find when you do. “Y/n... don’t leave me. Not yet” the voice sounded like a prayer. You know that voice. Your eyes fly open in the dream it’s Benimaru you thought to yourself. You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move your body. You could only look around in the dark space where you were floating. What was this place? There were shadows in the darkness that you couldn’t see. Beni. Don’t leave me here alone. You thought again wishing you could wake up and see him. Scream out to him. You don’t know how long it’s been in the darkness of this never ending dream. You can feel warmth in your hand like someone’s holding it and then he’s back. Your Beni is back whispering things in your ear. “Y/n please” his voice sounds scared and like he’s been crying. Beni! I love you! You try to wake up. To grab his hand back. “I love you. Don’t leave me yet.” His voice is quiet like it’s far away. No. I won’t let this happen. Your body feels like it’s on fire before you actually see the flames. They’re so beautiful, reds and purples, it doesn’t even hurt to be in them. They just keep getting brighter and brighter until

The sunlight hitting your face is what woke you up, the hand that clasped yours is what pulled you from the darkness. A voice calling your name pulls you the last little bit to the light “Y/n?” Your eyes flutter open to see the ones you were hoping to see “my Beni” you say with a small smile and your voice cracks from unuse. He helps you sit up and gets you some water. “Where am I?” It didn’t look like your usual hospital and you were confused as you looked around the room. “You’re in the sixth. You really worried me, I had to get you here as soon as possible. Doctor Huang said your fire was strong but you had to fight the rest of the way yourself.” You smile at him when you realize it was him, “you saved me” you say quietly and he looks at his hand which went back to hold yours “I wish I could have found you sooner. I was afraid you’d end up like...like...” you squeeze his hand. You know what he’s gonna say. You very well could have ended up like Konro. “I know” your voice is soft. “I’m sorry to have worried you. I would have been fine but that last guy came out of no where. I had nothing left to give. How long was I out?” he meets your eye “just under a week” you nod and then look away blushing as you say “I had a strange dream of you calling out to me. Telling me not to leave you. And then I was consumed by a beautiful flame. I think... I think you saved me twice. You brought me back again” you feel tears sting your eyes and he hugs you tight, kind of awkward on the bed but you didn’t care. He felt like home and you never wanted him to let you go.

“Don’t you ever do this to me again y/n” you can hear his voice crack and if he pulled away you were sure you’d see him holding back tears

Just then one of his other men came in to get him. He clears his throat and kisses your head, composing himself before pulling back Before he leaves he turns to you and says “when you’re ready, get dressed and come find me in the main office. I have a meeting and then I’ll take you home” you nod and smile at him.

You get up after ten minutes and stretch, the doctor coming in to look at you and make sure everything’s okay. When she comes through the door you bow “Doctor Huang” your voice is respectful and she smiles warmly before looking you over. “You should have seen him. I’ve never seen a man more worried. He really cares about you, you know” you blush a little and pick up your clothes, facing away from her. “I really care about him too” your voice is quiet and she nods once “good. He deserves a good girl like you..” when you turn around she’s gone. You grab your bag, that someone from your company just have brought over with toiletries and other things before heading into the bathroom to shower and clean up. You send a small grateful feeling to whomever brought your things, the shower waking up your body and limbs. Moving around after being unconscious for a week wasn’t really fun and you swore you’d never do it again.

You realize it was one of the girls who packed your things because they remembered to grab your makeup and perfume, no one else would have because no one else knew about your feelings for Benimaru. You laugh when you pull out your favorite pair of leggings that make your butt look it’s best “thank you Maki” you whisper as you slip them on. With a simple black shirt and a pair of black sneakers. You were glad your team knew you so well to give you something comfortable to wear when you woke up. You put everything else in the gym bag and sling it across your body before you head down the office.

Walking up to the main office you see Beni walk from the office along with your Captain and turn your way. You smile when you make eye contact and you can tell if he could he’d run and hug you. You quirked your eyebrows at Obi but he just winked with a laugh and turns the other direction.

Your relationship with Benimaru was complicated. You were from two different companies, he was captain of the seventh and you were a pyrotechnic of the eighth. You only saw each other very rarely. After the second time you fought together he was impressed with you, asked for your number to keep in contact. You talked every day since then and if you were honest you fell in love with him quick. It’s like you could see right through him.

He fell for you slowly, the more he opened up more to you, the more he trusted you, the more he wished he could spend every free moment with you. When he found you in the fire, half dead, almost drowning in your own blood, your skin starting to char. It broke him. He thought he was going to lose you. It straightened all his priorities, his number one of solving combustion and winning against the Evangelists, was now beat by you. He would protect you at all costs now, he would convince you to come be with him, you would fight this war together so he wouldn’t have any regrets with you.

When you reached each other he tucked your hair behind your ear. “Your meeting was with Obi?” You ask and he nodded “I asked him to allow you to come to the seventh.” He took your hand when you and he kissed your knuckles as you started to walk together as he continues “I want you to come work with me.” You chuckle and lift an eyebrow at him “just work with you?” You ask and he clears his throat, he was nervous and it was so cute “no” he said and cleared his throat again, pulling you into an empty room to look into your eyes why he spoke “I want you to live with me, to eat meals with me, to fight by my side, and to let me take care of you. I want you to sleep by my side every night. I can’t be without you anymore. I can’t keep pretending I don’t love you” you press your lips softly into his and he shudders for a moment in shock before he kisses you back hungrily. You pull back and let out a breathy laugh, looking into his eyes “I love you too. Of course I want all of those things with you. Starting with making you dinner.” You kiss him again before saying softly “take me home Beni” he smiles and nods, a blush in his cheeks and his heart overflowing for the first time in what feels like forever. “Let’s go home” he agrees and takes your hand again.

He takes you to your company first, so you can tell your crew your news, if the captain hasn’t already, and pack your things. The girls were excited for you, but they’d miss you terribly and you’d miss them too. You’d miss talking to them about everything. After packing your things in a duffel bag you throw it over your shoulder before heading back out to the company truck Beni was driving.

You hop in and smile at him “okay. Let’s go home and you can show me where to put my things. Since it’s a new place you’ll have to help me cook dinner and since it’s a new crew I’ll make something for everyone so they’ll like me and..” he takes your hand, making you stop and look at him, and he laughs “you’re so adorable. I love you so much. I’ll help you make dinner but let’s do it tomorrow since it’s already late and I’m betting they already ate. ” you calm down, you didn’t even notice you were anxious until he took your hand. But seeing him smile and laugh made you feel lore at ease.

When you got to your new home it was late and everyone has already gone to bed. Beni showed you to your new room which was right next to his then excused himself to go talk to Konro and update him.

You unpack your two bags of things and set up a couple decorations before heading down the hall to find Beni, eager to not spend any more time part. You make your way down the hall to the light that was coming from a sliver in a door but stop when you hear Konro say your name.

“.... like y/n. I’m glad you finally did something about your months of pining Beni. If you didn’t do something about it I would have made my move.” You can imagine what Beni’s face looks like and your suspicions were confirmed when Konro laughs and says “what’s with that face? She’s beautiful” Beni’s voice is stern when he says “yeah and she’s mine now. Off the market” your stomach full of butterflies as you decide to move forward and knock quietly before walking in and smiling at Konro. “Hey long time no see” he says “hey Konro. you’ll be seeing me a lot more now” you say and Beni stands to hug you. “Do you want me to show you around?” Beni asks and you nod “that would be nice” you say and then Beni excuses you both.

In the hallway he takes your hand but when you get to your doors you stop and gently pull him towards you, wrapping your hands around his waist and laying your head on his chest. “Y/n?” He asks with a laugh as he hugs you back “Beni... how about you show me around in the morning and right now you just ...” he pulls back and kisses you, cutting you off. He was feeling the same as you, he just wanted to take you into his room and hold you. He breaks the kiss to catch his breath and says “come on” before gently pulling you into his room.

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pasteljeon · 4 years

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handcrafted | heartbeat 1

When you put out a roommates ad for your newly purchased house, the only requirement you set out had been cleanliness.

The last thing you’d expected was for the 7 most eligible bachelors of your university to come calling.

Throw in school, crazy fan girls and the most sought for men suddenly chasing after you with heart eyes, comes a college experience of a lifetime.

Would it be so wrong to want them all?

1: handcrafted

summary | they needed a place to stay. You needed money. You are so fucking screwed. They want you to screw them instead.

series index.

“I’m sorry,” comes a high-pitched, exasperated whine for the umpteenth time.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you say, suitcase dropping unceremoniously onto the gravel floor with a sad thud. You stare up at the building with dread, a knot forming in your stomach. Now that you think of it, it does seem to loom overhead rather ominously. And you liked the design so much, too.

“You’re telling me that I just dropped half a million into a house and now I have no one to room with and no way to pay off my mortgage?”

“It was last minute,” Ahri tries to explain feebly, but you close your eyes.

“So let me get this straight,” you say slowly, sucking in a long breath, “All seven of you magically got offered the very same jobs you have right now … in the same city?”

“…Yes?” She coughs. “Same company, just a different branch. And, uh, just not this city.”

Silence.

You tap your foot impatiently.

“___?” You can already imagine the way your best friend is cringing, voice meek as she asks mildly, “Are you okay?”

“Just peachy,” you say through gritted teeth as you drag your luggage to the front.

With the autumn leaves stirring in your wake, every step is heavy and dredged with defeat as you make your way to the coffee shop on campus.

“I’m sure there are still plenty of people looking for rent,” Ahri says sympathetically, rubbing your shoulder as you slump over the table.

“How am I going to find seven people to fill the spaces before the semester starts?” You wail, banging your head against the glass. “Classes start in a week and I need people now so I can pay the obnoxiously inflated mortgage.”

“Are you sure—” Jisoo starts, but you throw up a hand instantly. “Never gonna go down that alley. If I have to, I’ll sell the house and live on the streets. Since you’re all basically abandoning me anyway.”

“Not all of us,” Ryujin reminds you as she takes a seat, sliding your signature drink across.

“Yeah, just 90% of us,” Ahri supplies helpfully. You glare at her playfully as you sit up, taking a tentative sip from the cup. Letting out a sigh, you lean back into your seat.

“No, but in all seriousness. How am I going to find replacement roommates in time?” You trace the lid absently, propping your chin up with the other hand.

“We still have a week before we leave for our co-op terms. We can help you out until then. We’ll find people,” Jisoo promises. She’s already pulled out her phone, tapping away at the multitude of chats she’s in to put out word for you.

“I’ll ask a friend to make a mock up of an ad,” Ryujin offers. Ahri nods vigorously.

“Okay. Thanks guys, you’re the realest,” you say gratefully. Perhaps all hope is not yet lost, you conclude rather miserably.

Despite the collective efforts of all your braincells, skills and networking circles pooled together, the week is drawing to a close. Every decline is for the same reason: it’s just too late.

Between your unpacking, shopping, arranging furniture and rearranging décor (with the help of Dara, the interior design major, of course), suddenly it’s Thursday and you’re looking pretty fucking doomed.

“How is it everything fell through so fast?”

“Mhmm. You tell me,” you say absentmindedly as you straighten a painting.

You can feel Dara’s amusement as she readjusts the frame you were fiddling with. “Stop touching. It’s fine.”

“It’s crooked,” you protest.

“You know, that reminds me,” she says thoughtfully as she steps back. “Jiyong’s been working on his new album, and there’s these new singers he’s scouted out. It might be a long shot since classes are about to start, but he’s talked about how much they complain about their residence. I can ask if they’re still up to moving.”

“Yes, please,” you nod. “It honestly doesn’t matter anymore. I just need money. I don’t even know why this was a good idea in the first place.”

“It was a good idea. When we were all going to be here,” Dara amends.

You exhale. “Fuck me in the ass.”

“Uh … who are you?” You blink, cocking your head to the side curiously.

There’s a … person standing at your door, awkwardly gripping a suspiciously familiar flyer. He’s … someone you’ve never spoken to before. He’s grown his hair out this summer, brushing away the curls as they frame his big, doe eyes. The scar on his cheek is hidden by the makeshift ebony curtain. He’s clearly been busy, veins and muscles rippling under golden skin virtually straining to explode from that tight pair of black jeans he’s wearing.

You are not charmed. You are not charmed. You are not fucking charmed.

“Um … are you ___?”

You nod, waiting for an explanation. The bags in your hands are getting heavier with every passing second and you silently beg him to hurry it along before your arms snap clean off.

“M-my hyungs asked me to check you out,” he stutters.

A beat, and then –

“Ah! I-I mean check the place out, not you, that would be weird, why would I ever check you out,” he corrects quickly. You raise an eyebrow warily. The sheet crumples in his whitening fist.

“I-I mean I check you out all the time so that’s not really new, i-it’s just y-you have vacancy right,” he’s word-vomiting, cheeks ripening furiously and he looks like he’s about ready for the ground to swallow him up.

“We want to move in,” he practically screams. You recoil, the bags hitting your thigh painfully.

Huh.

This is … unexpected. Every time you’ve ever encountered him on campus, he’s never been so … clumsy. Is clumsy the right word to describe this?

“Oooookay,” you say. “Yeah, I can give you a tour and answer any questions you have, just let me unload first.”

“O-oh, I can take those for you,” he stumbles over to relieve you of your physical burden. He ducks his head, scores of pink still marring his expression as you unlock the door.

“Come in.”

“Sorry for the intrusion,” he says shyly, slipping off his sneakers and trailing behind you to set the groceries on the counter as you indicated.

You shrug off your jacket before rummaging in one of the bags to pull out a bottle of banana milk. His eyes light up instantly when you slide it over the counter to him.

“Thank you, noona!” He tears open the lid and gulps down the concoction eagerly.

Noona? You squint. Are you really older than him? You’ll have to check later.

“So will your … hyungs be joining us today, or would you guys like to book another time to come altogether?”

Just as he’s wiping his mouth with the back of his hand to reply, the doorbell rings.

“Dara,” you hiss into the phone, cupping the microphone close to you as you huddle in one of the upper floor bathrooms. “You didn’t tell me there were seven of them.”

“Huh? But wasn’t seven the exact number you needed?” She answers innocently.

“You said some and singers! None of them are singers or new! They’re the fucking guys from the Calvin Klein underwear ads and that one Gucci perfume commercial!”

“Technically, they are singers. A couple of them are composers and they all have really good voices. According to Jiyong anyway, no one else has had the privilege of hearing them,” she states.

“I’m going to die,” you say flatly. You’re pacing, practically wearing the new carpet you just bought. “I am going to die a horrible, horrible death. Fangirls will hunt me down, I’m going to get death threats and I’ll have to live in the shadows for the rest of my life. There are a lot of rich people here, and they’re going to hire hitmen and I’ll –”

“– Die a horrible death, yes, I heard the first time,” Dara cuts you off dryly.

Your eyes widen. “You knew!” You accuse. “How could you do this to me?!”

“___,” she sighs suddenly, sounding disappointed. “This was the best I could do, okay? It was the perfect opportunity. Look, just go downstairs, gauge their characters and all that jazz, and if you still think it’s not a good fit, just tell them that and keep looking. You’re not locked in on this.”

You rest your head on the wall. “… Yeah. Okay. True. Thanks a lot, Dara.”

“Of course. I always got your back. Let me know how things go and what you decide,” she reassures you.

“I will.”

You stare at yourself in the mirror for a moment, phone gripped tightly in your hand, before groaning aloud. Splashing water on your face and smoothing out your disgruntled locks, you make your way back to the living room.

It’s awkward. Oh fuck, it’s so awkward you think you’ll die of sheer awkwardness instead.

There are seven men smiling up at you, all crammed in the three sets of sofas you’d recently purchased. They have such long legs. One of them has really broad shoulders.

“I know you,” you say stupidly, pointing at the man with dimples. He waves.

“___,” he says pleasantly. “How has your summer been?”

“You were my TA,” you continue, finger quivering. You’re downright flabbergasted. “Isn’t there like a … like a rule or something against TAs moving in with previous students?”

“We never officially met,” he replies smoothly. Why the fuck is he still smiling?! This is so freaky. You can’t do this. Holy shit.

“In fact, the TAs for that course were never formally introduced. We only marked your exams in random groups, nothing more. I can’t say I’ve had the privilege of marking your work.”

Liar. You know he’s marked one of your essays. You can easily tell his thick strokes and thoughtful feedback scrawled in the margins apart from all the other cursive nonsense the others liked to write.

You move on. “You,” you say, examining the peculiar orange locks and disappearing eye smile. “You’re one of the dancers. You and … you,” the one next to him nods, his grin heart-shaped.

“You make music,” the one with mint hair and catlike eyes. What is with them and their rainbow styled colours? He shrugs noncommittally.

“Photos,” the one with a boxy beam. The camera looped around his neck was pretty self-explanatory, but you’ve seen him around.

“You … are old,” his plush lips instantly downturn.

“Excuse me?” He harrumphs. “Is that how you speak to your elders?” There’s no real bite to his tone, just a tinge of annoyance. The rest of the boys are hiding laughs.

“Didn’t you graduate a while ago?” You ask instead.

He uncrosses his arms, slumping. “… Yes,” he says guiltily. “I’m getting my Masters.”

“Hyung doesn’t like being called old,” the one still clutching the milk explains, mirth dancing in his eyes. “He’s old, but not obsolete. Not yet, anyway.”

“Shut it,” he snaps, pouting. He certainly doesn’t act old, you remark silently, stifling a giggle.

“We should do formal introductions,” the dimpled boy offers.

“My name is Kim Namjoon. I’m a Philosophy and History double major. I do TA for a couple courses.”

“Kim Taehyung! I like taking photos, so photography. Obviously. I’m thinking about picking up media arts or something on the side, though.”

“Jeon Jungkook. Graphic design and Photography.”

“Contemporary dance, Park Jimin.”

“Performing dance, Jung Hoseok! My stage name is J-Hope.”

“Music composition. Min Yoongi.”

“I’m Kim Seokjin, though you’ve probably already heard of me,” he smirks, puffing his chest out proudly. “Film and Acting.”

“Oh!” You say, nodding very seriously. “You were in that one fried chicken commercial, right?”

Seokjin stares, unimpressed even as the boys are falling into pieces beside him. “It was for the new Palisade.”

“Oh. They’re cool, too,” you agree. You don’t know much about cars.

“I’m ___. Do you guys want a tour?”

“So? Spill the beans!”

“On what?” You quirk an eyebrow as you flick through the menu. Ahri looks like she’s almost bouncing from her seat in excitement.

“Were they as handsome as they say?”

“What do people say about them, now?” The menu hasn’t changed, this restaurant is just as overpriced and basic as it’s been the past two years. You don’t even know why you bothered opening the damn thing. With a sigh, you toss it to the side.

“I heard Jimin looks like an angel when he sleeps. Rumour has it, once you’ve kissed Jin once, you can never go back. Have you seen his lips? God, they’re to die for,” Ahri moans.

You give her a look. “You’re kidding. And you believe that crap? They look like regular people. Albeit yes, handsome, really good looking people.”

“Hi, are you ready to order?” A soft, timid voice interrupts your gossip session.

“Jungkook,” you say, surprised. “I didn’t know you worked here.”

Okay, fuck, you have to admit he looks so very delicious with that rumpled look of his, ruffled chestnut hair, the return of those killer black jeans, paired with a fitted black turtleneck. A red apron is tied around his unfairly thin waist.

“Ah,” he says, scratching his neck. Already reddening as he fiddles with the pad in his hand. “Um. I just started today, actually. I needed money … you know, for-for rent and stuff.”

“Oh no,” you say immediately, concern colouring your tone. “Was the rate too high? If it’s unaffordable for you, we can always figure something else out—”

“No, no!” Jungkook says hastily. “It’s not that. I was planning on getting another job anyway, regardless of where I ended up. I’d have to pay rent no matter where I lived.”

“Oh,” you nod. “In that case …”

Jungkook excuses himself as soon as your orders are scrawled down, still seemingly unable to meet your gaze for long.

“He’s just so cute,” Ahri swoons. You choke down the bile that threatens to hurl itself up from the mere sight of her exaggerated love struck expression. “Uh huh.”

“Okay, so what did you do? The tea, the tea,” she demands.

“There is no tea,” you throw your hands up. “I gave them the standard tour, copies of the lease to take home, but they said they wanted it so they signed them on the spot, paid the deposit and everything. It was super quick and they all just left right after. That’s it.”

“Wow, they must’ve been desperate,” she comments. “Though the house is really nice. It’s huge, totally worth the price you paid. I’m glad they came through, though. It would’ve been a death sentence to pay it all off yourself.”

“Yeah, especially since I don’t start my own co-op term till next year,” you grouch.

“Mhm. All that aside, it’s time you started living above that rock of yours,” Ahri says seriously. She pulls out her phone as the food arrives.

You push aside the trickle of disappointment that filters in when the waiter that delivers your respective meals isn’t Jungkook.

“Crash course on your hot new roommates,” she starts, passing the device to you. An unfamiliar YouTube page is opened to a video.

“Jung Hoseok and Park Jimin. Hoseok’s stage name is J-Hope, named after his sunny disposition. He has a YouTube series called Hope on the Street. Jimin runs it with him, and the two do all kinds of dance challenges and covers. They’re also the Co-Presidents of the school’s dance committee. They join the national competitions every year since they took over and have been winning ever since.”

You would think it would be a bit disconcerting seeing the two very diverse dance styles on two very different people on stage, but they don’t fight. They complement each other so brilliantly, it’s hard to tear your eyes away. You can’t decide who to watch, just sitting back to observe the entire frame.

“Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung. They have a vlog series called House of Bangtan. Mostly just random shit with the other guys, but it’s super entertaining and hilarious. Like the kind of content you know is genuine and makes you willing to die just for a chance to be a part of it. That’s how you know the seven of them are really good friends despite the age gaps. They also do challenges and giveaways.”

You’re watching Jin lose a game of charades, and he looks like he’s about to blow a fuse. The camera shakes uncontrollably as Jungkook runs way from his hyung, who’s screaming bloody murder behind him, chasing with the rubber duck he used to cheat with. Sore loser, the youngest mouths to the camera with a grin.

“Jungkook also owns a personal channel called Golden Closet Films. Pretty self-explanatory, but he makes movie clips of stuff like Hoseok and Jimin practising for the showcase and the like. He used to be part of the varsity volleyball team, but had to give it up when he tore his Achilles’ heel. It was pretty devastating for the school, too, since he was one of the best players. Taehyung has an Instagram page full of pictures for his photography collection. They’re super aesthetic. He goes under Vante.”

You scroll through the page, and you can definitely see why he’s so sought for by students and so famous in the department. He has a wicked eye and thinks so vividly outside the box. You also vaguely remember Jungkook’s impromptu early retirement being a huge deal when it happened. You were never really caught up with the school’s news, more academic driven, but you had your share of intramural sports. You imagine ‘devastating’ is a rather underwhelming way of describing that kind of pain.

“Kim Seokjin, or Jin he likes to be called, is a Films major and he’s done a bunch of commercials and modelling gigs. He loves food though, and he has a cooking channel plus an Instagram page. He’s the campus Heartthrob. He’s had that title for over five years. I mean, who can blame him? Do you see the man? He’s fucking cut from the image of perfection!”

Yeah, okay. He does look fucking good. And his cooking looks amazing. You rub your mouth discreetly, making sure you’re not actually physically drooling. You have food right in front of you, for fuck’s sake!

“Min Yoongi, he’s actually the same age as Jin but started late. He used to be an underground rapper by the name of Gloss. Now he works at the studio here with Jiyong and Slow Rabbit. Rumour has it he has a composing deal lined up with BigHit when he graduates. He goes by Suga now. He has a Soundcloud for distributing his self-composed music. I heard he also raps, but no one knows his stage name for that.”

This man is talented. His lyricism is fucking beautiful. Your heart constricts a bit, even though it’s not his voice, it doesn’t soften the hurt. It’s real.

“Kim Namjoon, he was one of our TAs for Business History last semester. He’s really smart. I’m talking grade A book smart. Heard his IQ is somewhere between 140 to 160. He’s crazy intelligent. Okay, but get this – he also composes on the side. He works with Yoongi and they’ve produced some stuff together. Here, listen to this.”

Put two galaxies together, and what do you get? A fucking supercluster and that shit is no joke. Together, they are something else. Someone who sees the world beyond its manmade barriers, someone who criticises, someone who is unflinchingly honest in what lies in the heart. Someone that feels, empathizes. Dreamers.

“So basically, the next year is just going to be me feeling all useless and untalented in a house full of very attractive and single men,” you surmise flatly.

“Yep,” Ahri says cheerfully, stabbing at a lettuce leaf.

“Fucking awesome.”

It’s the incessant knocking that wakes you. The doorbell follows soon after, buzzing loudly as you groan, rolling over.

“Who the f – oh.” You squint, the sunlight merrily blinding you as you open the door.

“___-noona, is now not a good time?” It’s Jimin that speaks, expression worried.

“What time is it?” You murmur, rubbing your temples. Fuck, you definitely drank too much last night. Dara dragged you to some frat party to celebrate your new roommates, who are, ironically enough, now all looking at you with palpable concern.

“It’s twelve,” Namjoon says, eyebrows furrowing. “But we can always come back later if it’s inconvenient for you.”

Oh, shit. Your gaze trails down to the multiple bags and suitcases they’re holding.

“No, no, of course not,” you croak. “Come in. Sorry. I had a long night.” Clearly.

You step to the side, allowing them to file in one by one, before locking the door behind them.

“Cute PJs,” Jin winks as he passes. You look down, horrified. Your pug print pajama pants and flimsy tee are on full display.

You slap your forehead, thoroughly embarrassed. You probably have awful bed head, too.

Running your fingers through the tangled locks, you follow them as they crowd around the living room. Grabbing a box you had the insight to leave on the counter much earlier this week, they tell you what room they’ve picked and you hand them their respective keys.

“Feel free to settle in and do whatever,” you call as you head back to your own room to get ready. “My only rule is that you clean after yourselves. This house is big enough as it is, so cleaning is a hassle. I don’t want to add personal trash into that.”

They make noises of agreement and you shut the door quickly, making your way to the bathroom to take a shower and to scream into a towel for five minutes.

The semester returns with a full swing. You’re nearly knocked over on the first punch, when the syllabus for each class is dropped and you realize you have six assignments due on the same day two weeks from now.

You’ve managed to avoid any further embarrassing interactions with your new roommates, having been bouncing around the city with your soon-to-be-AWOL friends before the term began.

From what you can tell, though, they’re fairly polite and greet you whenever there’s an opportunity. Some try for small talk, like Namjoon, Jimin and Hoseok. Jungkook is still skittish and practically flies out the room if you’re in it for too long. Yoongi tends to disappear to his room for long periods of time, but Hoseok had told you it was because he was stacking up on sleep. You guessed his work would soon require much out of him, though how the hibernation storage thing worked was beyond you.

Jin was often out; Namjoon had informed you it was because he had a few other contracts to lock down for modelling and whatnot. Taehyung’s schedule was a bit flaky, since he liked taking impromptu trips around campus and the city whenever inspiration struck.

You said farewells to some of your friends, all boxed and hugged, they promised to call often and FaceTime, to which you knew they would hold their end of the bargain to. You weren’t worried, and wished them well.

Your real point of anxiety was how you were going to survive this year. Word had apparently spread like wildfire that the most eligible bachelors of your university had moved in … together … with you.

You’ve already gotten several rather disturbing messages from unknown numbers. You’re unsurprised but still annoyed. The content gets more disconcerting every time, and at this rate, you’re going to end up having to switch numbers. You’re broke, damn it! Broke. Why can’t people just focus on their own lives for once and chill the fuck out? Your wallet wails.

“Good morning, noona.” His smile is so warm for someone who’s just woken up. How does he look so good doing it, too? He’s got a pair of loose sweats and an oversized shirt on, hair mussed and eyes silted adorably as he yawns. It’s 8:30 in the fucking morning and you already want to run yourself over with a school bus.

“Jimin, hello,” you say distractedly, stuffing your laptop into your bag and snatching your keys from the bowl. “Can’t talk, got class.”

“Wait!” He says, rushing up to meet you. He’s holding a piece of buttered toast in his hand. “Eat something while you go. It’s bad to sit in lecture without a breakfast. You won’t be able to focus.”

“Oh,” you blink. “Thank you.” Your smile softens. Jimin scuffs his bare feet shyly in response. “You’re welcome, noona. Stay safe.”

You never eat breakfast. You either never wake up in time to make anything, or you’re too lazy. This is kind of nice, you admit. Have someone take care of you, or think of you. It’s sweet.

You could get used to this, you decide. But you don’t want to get too comfortable. You’ll only end up missing it when they’re gone.

The toast is oddly delicious.

“There’s a showcase coming up.”

“Yes, and?” You say, phone squished to your cheek as you check the course code of the wrapped textbook you’re holding.

“So you’re going, right?” Ahri demands. You can hear her heels clicking against the concrete as she makes her way to her car.

You stand, huffing as you survey the neat stacks of books you’ve spent the last hour organizing. “You’re joking, right? What reason do I have to be at that showcase? I’ve never gone before and there’s no way I’m going this year,” you answer matter-of-factly as you dust yourself off.

“___, we need you at the front,” your manager calls, poking her head in to flash you an apologetic smile.

You give her a thumbs up before returning to the call. “Look, just because Hoseok and Jimin now share a living accommodation with me and we talk casually does not mean I’m suddenly their best friend. Have fun at work!”

You cut off her protests as you pocket your device decisively.

Of course.

“___!” He beams. “Hi! I didn’t know you worked here.”

“That’s because I usually work the tech section. What can I do for you today, Hoseok-sunbae?” Speak of the devil, you crack a polite smile.

“Just Hoseok, please. I was wondering if you guys sell the code for a digital copy of behavioural economics?” Why are his eyes practically sparkling? How can he be so cheerful?

“Hoseok, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but why are you taking a senior economics course as a dance major?” You ask bluntly.

Hoseok splutters, rubbing his neck. “Um. Namjoon said it would be good for me?” He tries.

You look at him strangely, but shrug. It’s not your business anyway. His loss. Though you’re certain he doesn’t care much about his GPA, considering he’s pretty much got a bunch of prestigious studios vying for him already.

“Anything else I can help you with today?” You say as you scan the code.

“Actually … I was wondering if you were coming to the showcase,” Hoseok says, sounding almost shy.

You eye him suspiciously. “Do you want me there to support you or something? I thought this was only the preliminaries or something.”

“I … We’d really like it if you could make it. Jimin and I … we haven’t had much inspiration lately, to be honest,” he admits. His head hangs, like he’s on the verge of defeat. It doesn’t suit him, and you find yourself frowning.

“The last thing we want is to repeat stuff we’ve done before, but I’ve been stumped all summer. Usually I’d be done choreographing everything, but this year … I dunno,” he trails off.

“I understand that, but why would me being there help?” You tap your fingers against the counter. The campus bookstore is fairly empty today, given that you’re closing in half an hour.

“I just … I thought maybe you could be an unbiased third party, that’s all,” Hoseok says awkwardly. “If you don’t, I totally understand! It was just a suggestion, I guess.”

You sigh, pushing the terminal to him as he fumbles for his wallet. “What time is your practice?”

Hoseok’s grin is blinding and you can’t decide if you’re going to greatly regret or thank yourself for this later on.

“Thank you! Friday, at four in AR Studios. You know where the music department is, right? The practise rooms are on the hallway to the left.”

You manage a weak smile. “I’ll be there.”

It’s a Tuesday, and Taehyung’s fallen asleep on the couch.

You’re exhausted, running yourself a bit thin with the amount of work you’ve been putting in already. You perch on the edge, the soft material sinking slightly under your weight, but the angel doesn’t stir.

And you concede he might as well be one, given how ethereal he appears. He hugs a pillow to his chest, expression serene and limbs lax as he slumbers on. His dark-coloured curls obscure his forehead, pink lips parted lightly as he exhales slowly.

Before you can quench the urge, you reach over and brush his fringe from his eyes.

You’re tired. That’s the only explanation you can offer for what happens next.

Taehyung’s hand shoots up to grab your wrist tightly.

And you find yourself falling as he tugs you on top of him. A quiet oomph escapes you as you bracket his body, arms trembling faintly at the sheer proximity.

His expression, half-lidded and hazy, tells you he’s still flitting in and out of consciousness. Suspended, like he’s replaying his dream in real life.

His smile is lopsided as he cups your cheek, thumbing your cheekbones tenderly. His touch is feverish, so warm it startles you when he guides your palm to his chest, two buttons undone already.

“Heart,” he whispers, and you inhale sharply. His voice breaks, tone anguished and defeated. It both shocks and scares you.

“Taehyung,” you say shakily, ignoring the fluttering beat of his heart and the blood rushing in your ears to press your forehead against his. “Taehyung, you’re burning up.”

“I finally found you,” he sighs, and it alarms you to see he’s fading fast, eyes flickering as he sinks into the couch. “Where did you go, heart? You promised …”

“Promised? Promised what? Tae, what are you talking about?” You say frantically, shaking him lightly. His head rolls and he manages a weak chuckle. “You finally called me Tae again …”

Your eyebrows knit. “What …?” Before you manage anything more, Taehyung collapses.

“He’ll be alright. He’s got a pretty high fever, but it should break by tonight.” Seokjin sounds so self-assured and calm that you find yourself relaxing.

You’ve been fretting, pacing restlessly as you waited for the eldest to return. You contacted him the moment Taehyung knocked out, anxious and unsure of what to do next. The room filled with his laboured breathing, and you tried to alleviate some of the heat by resting a cool towel on his forehead.

The house was typically empty for the day, everyone off to their respective classes and work. The boys usually congregated at night, for dinner and the movies or games that followed. They’ve invited you several times, but you declined each time. You’ve been … busy.

You hesitated on doing more, considering how little you truly knew of Taehyung. You weren’t sure he’d appreciate you accidentally poisoning him with the wrong dose of medication. That, and invading his personal space.

Seokjin opted to buy some medication on his way back instead, and the photography major seems to sleep a bit easier now.

The eldest gives the patient one last once-over before rising to his feet.

“I might as well make dinner, then. Want to come along?” He asks lightly. You follow him to kitchen, shaking your head guiltily. “I’m sorry for making you come back so early. I just didn’t know what else to do. Everyone else was so busy, and—”

“—And I’m the only real adult, I know,” Seokjin says, chuckling. “I’m glad you called. I was about done with my shoot anyway.”

You linger at the island counter awkwardly as you watch him tie an apron to his waist and comb through the fridge for ingredients.

“Sunbae …,” you falter, but he beckons you forward with an encouraging smile. You’re relieved to see he doesn’t seem upset the slightest, though you honestly can’t say you know him enough to determine whether it was sincere or merely a practised mask.

“Jin, please. I’m not that much older, truth be told,” he tells you as you wash the rice.

“Then, Jin … Is Taehyung … with someone right now?” You keep your gaze trained to your task, draining the murky water so carefully you miss the way Seokjin tenses.

“Why? Do you have your sights set on our baby?” Seokjin says lightly, but his voice hints of strain, and he glances at you from the corner of his eye.

You snort unintentionally, coughing quickly to cover it up. “Hardly. I was just wondering.”

“Did he do something weird? Taehyung can act pretty strange when he’s out of it like that. He’ll say or do pretty weird things when he’s drunk or has a really high fever,” Seokjin explains as he pours the vegetables he’s cut into the pot on the stove.

“Oh,” you say as you plug the machine in. “I see.” The rice maker beeps, and you excuse yourself politely.

Thursday is a disaster. You’d hoped he’d keep his distance, given you’d been quite clear the last time you spoke. But of course -

“You’re avoiding me.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“Don’t lie to me. I know you’ve been dodging me since we moved in. Why?”

“Don’t you dare turn this on me. You’re the only person that’s been lying since we met. You made your point very clear that day, and you moving in? It doesn’t change a damn thing. Now tell me what you want or get out. I’m done with your shit.”

“You can’t mean that. You know I didn’t have a choice!”

“You did have a choice. Me, or that damn reputation of yours. You told me to go to hell. What more do you want?”

“You know that’s not what I meant. I didn’t know—”

“Didn’t know what? That it would mean I would lose everything? I didn’t mean shit to you. I don’t know why I ever thought I could trust you.”

“If I had known, I would’ve—”

“Would have what? Tried harder? Bull. Shit. You don’t care about anything but yourself and your career. You can tell yourself different, but you and I both know if I hadn’t trusted you, I wouldn’t be in this position. You did this to me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want your weakass excuse for an apology. I said I was done with you and I am. This is the last time I’m going to sit here and listen to you pretend you’re the victim. For the sake of peace, I will play niceties with you in front of your friends, but make no mistake: You can’t turn back time. You cannot change what happened, you cannot fix it, you cannot make it better. So go away. Don’t talk to me. Don’t seek me out. We’re not friends. We’ll never be anything ever again. I hope, in time, I can forget you ever existed at all.”

“I’m going to make this right, I swear. I love you more than anything, and I’ll spend the rest of my life if I have to proving it to you.”

“Please just go.”

You stare out the window, the city lights blinding in the night skyline. The glass reflects the emptiness in your eyes, and there’s only deafening silence that’s shattered in the next beat by the slamming of your door.

Hugging your arms to your chest, you refuse to acknowledge the sharp sting in your eye.

You wish you’d never met him.

“Just … be careful,” Yoongi says quietly. It’s the first time you’ve spoken to him outside of their initial tour. “Housing wasn’t the only reason some of us are here.”

You stifle a sigh. All you wanted was some water, not another 2 am detox on everything wrong in your life.

“Why are you telling me this?” You ask carefully. His hand pauses on the doorknob.

“I don’t want you to get hurt,” is all he says.

You’re left to ponder his warning as he disappears into his room. Your phone lights up in your hand.

[01:25] Unknown: I need to see you. Can we talk?

#jungkook x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader #jin x reader #ot7 x reader #ggukienet #hyunglinenetwork #networkbangtan #btsguild #jungkook fanfic #jimin fanfic #taehyung fanfic #heartbeat

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overwhelmedbyskeletons · 3 years

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When Nothing Moves

I can’t sleep. The sun is too bright.

I started this job cleaning out fruit slicers all night a month ago and I haven’t had a good nights sleep since. Every night filled with tossing and turning, trying to find a way to comfortably shield my eyes from the suns blinding light. Working a graveyard hours job meant I was sleeping all day and working all night. The cruddy curtains in my room were doing fuck-all for blocking out sunlight. Some of the guys at my job that were friendly enough told me to buy some blackout curtains and it will make my room completely dark, even with the sun beating down and hopefully it will help me get some good rest. after my work week ended, in my car I ordered that highest-reviewed blackout curtains I could find online and they were due to arrive at my apartment the next morning, in seven hours.

I woke the next day to a knock on my door and a shine directly into my eyes. I could have rearranged my entire room several times and still wouldn’t be able find a way to not get work on my tan while I sleep. I hurried to the door to get the package and gave a wave to the delivery driver before they made it down the stairs out of view.

Putting up the curtains was smooth, even though they were quite heavy material. My biggest fear was that they would pull the curtain rod from the wall, but that worry didn’t last long as the void that my bedroom had become was a sight for sore and tired eyes. I poured myself a glass of water in the kitchen before sitting down on my bed. Before I could take a sip, the comfort of my sheets began to sing symphonies to my tired muscles and lull me back to sleep.

I slept in, something that was unheard of even before I started my backwards sleep schedule. The clock on the bedside table read 9:23pm in red digital font, illuminating my wallet and phone that I had forgotten to plug in after last nights shift and was now most definitely dead. Still in a sleep state, I reached down to grab the charger and plug it into my phone when I heard a noise come from the other side of the bed. A tapping in a rhythmic matter, which would explain why i hadn’t noticed it sooner, but now it had gotten louder, almost annoyed at me paying it no mind and I froze leaning halfway off the bed. The jolt of fear that swarmed my body woke me up better than any instant java could ever wish. It knows that I know and its playing with me now. The tapping is getting faster and multiplies and I now that it is the sound of fingernails tapping on my wall.

(Did somebody break in am I really going to get murdered in my bed after the first night of decent sleep in my life?)

The tapping stopped suddenly, followed by a bang on the wall knocking out one of the nails holding up the curtains. My fists clenched among other things. I roll off the bed into a stance and with a sorry excuse of a warcry ready to fight whatever it was in my room to the death if need be. Nothing was there; I was sure of that. The curtains had fallen letting in the bright glow from the 7-11 across the street, revealing the only thing out of the ordinary in my room was that I needed to clean.

“Must’ve been a dream.” I said out loud, an attempt to calm myself after what I just experienced or just only imagined.

I flicked the flicked the lights on and fixed the curtains. Hammering in the nails all a little more for good measure before walking out of my room to start my day.

My apartment is in no meaning of the word interesting. I’ll state that I had, two chairs, a couch, some scattered goodwill tables of varying size, and a flatscreen TV on a small Swedish table decorated with a collection of games and movies. It wasn’t much, but I enjoyed what I had.

I prepared myself a bowl of cereal and sat on the couch to watch a show when I noticed movement down the hallway into my room. It wasn’t a natural movement in any sense and even now it is hard to explain. It was as if the world had lost focus of that specific spot in my bedroom doorway and it had grown hazy and distorted. It had the height of a man in a sheet ghost’s clothing and it was raising what I presumed to be its arms when an ad on the TV startled me back to reality. I started up a show and began eating my food quickly, doing my best to forget what might be lurking down the hall and failing as thoughts raced through my head.

(I didn’t check under the bed FUCK no one can fit under there anyways FUCK THE CLOSET FUCK it’s nothing probably just a reflection YOU HAVE NO MIRRORS IN THERE DUMBASS AND YOU CLOSED THE CURTAINS IT’S A GHOST YOU ARE BEING HAUNTED CONGRATULATIONS SHIRLEY FUCKING JACKSON WOULD WRITE A BOOK ABOUT YOU CALLED THE IDIOT’S HAUNTING IF SHE WAS STILL ALIVE)

Frustrated with myself I hopped up and marched down the hall to my room huffing and puffing with each authoritative stomp, making sure that whoever await beyond the door knew I meant the most serious of business, as well as sloshing my breakfast everywhere. As I pushed the door open fully I was rushed by what I can only describe as a shadow, knocking me on my back. spilling cereal and milk all over me and as I looked up I could see the shadow turn left at the end of the hallway into the TV room and out of my sight.

I was terrified. I tried to stand myself up while keeping my sights on where I last saw it. As I got to my knees and began to prop up, the shadow peaked around the corner with a featureless, translucent face starring at me with what I assumed was malicious intent. Frozen in fear, I could only muster up the breath to ask a single question.

“Who?”

To which, to my absolute horror it responded in a echoed whisper.

“Boo.”

And vanished.

With my pants shit and my legs like jello, it took me a moment to breath, let alone move. When Blood returned to my veins I hastily made my way to the bathroom to clean myself of spilled Golden Grahams and milk and to face the realization that what I had just witnessed was anything but normal. I spent a moment arguing with my thoughts, fighting the impulse to sleep in my car. My reflection in the bathroom mirror helped to ground me in reality, to remind me that I am fine and no harm was done. I convinced myself of a resident Casper The Friendly, albeit roughhousing ghost. I soon after left the bathroom.

I poured myself another, bigger bowl of cereal and sat down to watch anything the TV had to offer. I spent the rest of the night on the couch, eating and finding any excuse to not look down the hallway.

At around 2:51am I had had enough of wracking my brain, thinking that at any moment the shadow would reappear and attack me again, this time finishing the job. I bolted down the hallway to my bedroom, grabbed my keys and wallet and headed out my apartment to go across the street to the 7-11 for a early morning slurpee. The cashier knew me and joked about my usual purchase of sugary drinks and snacks. I gave no response, paid my $6.23 and headed out the door.

As I was crossing the street back to my apartment, I looked up to my second floor bedroom window, half hoping to see nothing, other half expecting bloody Mary herself. After what I had been through that night, I’m not sure why I even went back into that apartment. The curtain rod had been torn out of the wall again and standing in my room were two of the shadow figures latched to the windowsill, with the distinct outline of hands pushed against the glass. They watched me as I continued crossing the street; my heart was almost bursting out of my chest. I was running on fear induced auto-pilot and my destination was my apartment door. When I reached my door I finally paused and reflected on what had happened tonight.

(If they wanted me dead, They could have done it already. They were playing games with me, but why?)

I stood in front of my door for a minute before realizing I had never locked it and walked right in ready to confront whatever was inside. I flicked the kitchen light on, set my drink and bag down, and looked down the dark hallway. Spilling out of my room were dozens of shadows piling over each other, all different shapes and heights of darkness, fading in and out as if there was a draft blowing through them. I began nervously pacing in my small kitchen, checking on the hallways inhabitants every few rounds. They never moved. After a while a voice moaned from my bedroom.

“Leave”

“No.” I spat out responded in annoyance.

“Leave or...”

“Or fucking what?” I shouted with such ferocity that my neighbors definitely heard me.

“Die.”

All the blood drained from my face and immediately the shadows in the hall began screaming and moaning, shifting from side to side,all while inching towards me. My legs turned gave out from under me. trying to catch myself from falling I had turned the kitchen light off which seemed to invite the shadows to come closer. As they got closer, their faces appeared mangled and distorted consisting of holes where a human features should be. As their shadows began to overtake my motionless body, I shut my eyes so tight that it hurt. Amidst the moaning I heard one last phrase.

“Sleep again now. We’ll do the rest.”

The next thing I know, i’m laying on the doormat outside of my apartment. I didn’t care how I got there. I quickly got on my feet and down the stairs to my car. I closed my eyes as I backed out of the parking lot. I didn’t want to ever look at that window ever again.

I stayed at my friend Aiden’s place for a week. He lived alone, so he liked the company and he had the room for it, so he didn’t mind. I had told him a lie of how the landlord was spying on me when I showered and once tried to seduce me while fixing the sink. I think he believed it.

I only wanted to go back to the apartment once to get my stuff. After a week of staying with Aiden, the two of us drove to the apartment building and found that where my bedroom window used to be was blown out, stained black with burn marks. Aiden didn’t know what to say and I was beyond confused. We parked the car and I went to the landlord’s door alone and asked what had happened. He told me in detail that four days again my room had exploded from a gas leak and that I was lucky I went on vacation or else i’d be a deadman. There was nothing to be packed up that wasn’t ash. I apologized to him about his building, and said goodbye. I headed back to my friends car who was waiting with a drink for me from across the street. I got into the car without a word.

“What the fuck happened? Did he try to kill you? Tried to burn you alive cuz you weren’t turned on by his wrinkles?” Aiden said as he started the car.

“No, he doesn’t know what happened. Gas leak they think, he told me.” I said. “Let me take one last look.”

“Oh, sure. Of course.” He said, shutting the engine off. I rested my arms on the top of his car looking up to my once bedroom window now black from the fires, but somehow still intact. I thought I saw something and ran across the street to see it closer. There were two marks on the burnt windowsill; marks I could swear were burned in hands.

“You ok, Rick?” Aiden shouted from the driver’s seat.

“Yea, no, I’m good. Just getting a closer look.” I said as I ran back to the car. “Just saying goodbye is all.”

“Well alrighty, you want to grab some burgers?”

I nodded and smiled.

I never asked him if he saw the handprints.

We pulled out of the parking lot, passing my old apartment building one last time. I instinctively waved to the window that used to be my bedroom. Nothing waved back.

#short story #ghosts #horror #short-story

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ardent-musings · 3 years

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The Girl Who Vanished (Part 1)

Chapter 4: Snakes in the Sun

"You should go meet your friends, Ana," Professor Sprout smirked at the girl who was taking samples of a shrivelfig. The woman was incredibly busy, so she offered Ana a chance to work with her in the greenhouses. Ana was allowed to come and go as much as she liked, so she spent much of her time there; she enjoyed her professor's quiet company.

Sprout turned towards her, handing her a vial, anticipating that Ana would need it. The girl took the glass from her and smiled widely. It was nice to have someone that reminded her a bit of home; sure, Sprout was a bit warmer than her mother was, but the act of taking care of plants brought her back to the Manor.

"I want to help, professor," And replied, moving around the table to tend to the other side of the plant. Sprout's lips pulled into a tight line, her brows arching. Ana chuckled at her teacher's expression, knowing that Sprout wasn't actually upset with her.

Sprout held out her hand, beckoning for the girl to hand over the shears. "It is a gorgeous day outside and I would be remise if you were to stay in this stuffy greenhouse all day."

"But professor-"

"No buts!" The woman commanded through a cracked smile. "Go. See your friends. It's an order."

Ana watched as the woman's pseudo serious expression shifted to pleading eyes. She could see Alex, Lucian, and Calista lounging not too far from the greenhouses, suddenly wishing to sit in the sun with them. Ana handed over the garden tools, earning her a smile from her professor.

"Good," Sprout hummed. "Be off."

Ana skipped out of the greenhouse, plopping her sticky body next to her friends who talking about the upcoming Quidditch match that was taking place between Slytherin and Gryffindor. Lucian was buzzing about having to train every hour he wasn't in class, but if the team wanted to win the Quidditch Cup this year the sacrifice was necessary. Ana joined in the discussion, talking about how they thought the game was going to turn out; Calista had a feeling Gryffindor was going to win which Alex avidly challenged.

Being in the dungeons for so long was a lot of the same recycled air to breathe in over and over again. She had been spending more and more time in the greenhouses. Ana needed open skies and the smell of flowers to fill her lungs instead. The sun was strong and the heat felt good on her skin, mentally thanking herself for listening to Professor Sprout. She was probably the best herbology student among the first years, but a part of her couldn't help but feel like her professor pitied her a bit. Sprout never pushed her to talk about her home life which Ana appreciated, but she could only assume that her professor knew what was going on.

A month had passed since the day the twins had exploded a cake in her face and whenever she caught a glimpse of them, her body burned with a simmering distaste for them. Their barking laughs which once sounded so charming now sounded loud and obnoxious. Surely whatever they said or did could not be that funny.

Everything about this moment in the sun was perfect, except for the fact that the Weasley twins were throwing rocks into the small pond that was near the group. But Ana willed herself to ignore them no matter how bad she wanted to stare them down until they ran away. They would usually return her glares with snickers of laughter, and she wished she could hear what they were saying. Not because she cared what they thought, but so she could figure out how to annoy them as much as they did her. She wanted to show them as much curtesy as they did her, which was usually none.

Thankfully, Ana was distracted by the presence of a little snake that was wiggling in the shallow rocks at the pond. Its orange body and black tongue would poke out at the surface of the water and then dip back underneath. Snakes were always around her mother's greenhouses, the little guys would hiss and roll in the mud. Often times she would have little conversations with them. It could be a delusion, but she even imagined they could understand her and listen to her. It was either fantasy or madness.

"Ana, we're going to go down to the pitch to watch Lucian practice. Do you wanna join?" Alex asked.

Lucian turned to her with a large grin, his olive skin glimmering in the sun like tiny little crystals. "Yeah, Ana," he echoed, "You should come watch me. I am Slytherin's best beater."

"Slytherin's best beater! Slytherin's best bater!" A voice sang in a heightened pitch, "You hear that Georgie?" Fred had sauntered up to the group, tossing a stone between his hands. "Lucian wants little miss blondie to watch him play."

Ana let out a sigh, her heart beating faster at the thought of talking to the twins again. After seeing what they could do, she wanted nothing more than to ignore them for the rest of forever.

"Reckon he needs all the help he can get. Now that we're on the Gryffindor team, yeah?" George joined in on Fred's shtick. Both of them laughing and nudging the other. The two stood in front of the group, blocking out the sun and leaving Ana cold. Not only were they annoying, but they were making her chilly.

"You're just upset that Slytherin is going to win," Alex sniped back. Despite saying nothing, the twins kept staring at Ana, making her arch an eyebrow at them. The two boys looked at her with pinched eyes, seeing her silence as an invitation for challenge.

"Slytherin couldn't win even if they had double the amount of players," Fred continued to toss the rock back and forth. The pleased look on his face made him look so incredibly punchable. Ana would never hit a person, but she could only imagine how satisfying it would be to hear her knuckles crunch against his smug little smirk. His brother remained behind him, not engaging as intensely as Fred was.

"Why don't you two go on and bother someone else," Lucian chimed in, now standing up to meet the younger boys at the same height. "Some of us actually have important things to get to."

Fred looked away from Ana to pay attention to the older boy. George came from behind his brother wrapping his arms around Fred's shoulders. The image of them gave her a pang of anger in her chest. Or at least she figured it was anger. That's what she usually felt whenever she thought of them. Ana played with her hair, tangling the strands and unraveling it again, not wanting to look into the twins' warm brown eyes, mentally chastising herself for thinking they looked lovely in the bright sun.

"What important things does Malfoy have to do? Play in the dirt with Sprout some more?" Fred chuckled, his eyes crinkled in pure joy from his little joke. His smile was pretty, but Ana hated that it was caused at her expense. Things would be so much easier if they just weren't friends from the start. At least then she could be comfortable with hating them.

Ana didn't feel like sitting there anymore, so she got up and made her way to the pond. There she found the snake that had caught her attention from before. She bowed down and grabbed the animal, it began to wiggle into her palm. With her heart in her chest she began walking back to the group.

"Not in the dirt, Fred. In the mud," George joked as Ana stopped halfway towards them.

Ana ignored them and simply turned her attention to the snake which had begun weaving itself around her forearm, hissing happily and taking little licks at her skin. She held the snake up, so its head dangled close to her own. In an even tone, Ana whispered, "Give the lookalikes a good scare," and she dipped her hand to the ground.

The snake made its way to the group, getting lost in the tall grass until it reached the twins. Everyone's eyes were trapped on the snake as it grew closer to the group. Alex jumped in a panic when it slithered past her feet and towards the twins.

George jumped frantically, yelling as the snake travelled up his pant leg and violently slithered around his leg. He furiously tried swatting at it but the snake kept giving him little nips, making George yell even more. "What the hell!" He screamed as the snake frantically swirled around the boy's calf, making him fall over onto the ground. "Get out!"

Ana's eyes grew wide. She told the snake to give them a scare, not hurt them. This had never happened before when she pulled something like this on Draco. Usually, the snake would startle her little brother but never attack him like this one was. This snake was a bigger than the ones back at home. Ana's little idea of a prank wasn't turning out to be as harmless as she thought it would be. But the damage was done with George.

The only time he stopped screaming was when the snake departed his trousers and pierced its sharp fangs into Fred's heel. He hissed in pain and stomped around, trying to shake the snake away from him.

All the while Lucian, Alex, and Calista are laughing hysterically at them; Ana could only stare at them in disbelief. This display of pure terror was pretty funny for the three of them to see. The twins, although they were rambunctious and pranksters were never one to make a full on scene of themselves. They also didn't actually hurt anyone with their pranks; they were annoying and humiliating, but they were typically always harmless.

After the snake was done with Fred's ankles, Ana commanded the snake to come back to her in a panicked voice. And upon the request, the snake left the boys alone and Ana scooped the animal up again. She placed it around her neck, keeping it there so it wouldn't attack again.

This should've felt like a victory, but something was off. She came face to face with the twins, allowing the snake to rest on her. The two of them looked disheveled; their clothes were crumpled from them trying to get the snake out of their trousers. Their hair was dirty and a layer of sweat covered their beet red cheeks, both of their chests heaving. She looked up at them, her body completely devoured by their shadows. The sun was blocked again.

"What's so wrong with playing in the dirt?" she questioned.

George looked surprised by everything that had just happened. But Fred's eyes said something entirely different. Instead of looking intense like they usually were when they were having a staring competition across the Great Hall, there seemed to be something else lingering this time. She couldn't look away from them if she tried. It had been over a month since she'd been so close to the twins and the smaller features of their face had faded from her memory.

Having had enough of this, George tugged on his brother's sleeve trying to get the other boy to follow him. "My leg really hurts. Come on, I wanna go to have Madam Pomfrey check it out," George whined.

Fred kept his stance strong, not daring to turn around until everything was said and done. He did not want to back down and Ana wondered if he was always so stubborn. George looked more worried than anything but Fred looked like there was a fire burning behind his eyes. That was something to remember; Fred was fiercer while George was willing to concede.

"You know what, Malfoy? Keep playing in the dirt. That's where snakes belong anyways."

Fred's voice held much more venom in it that every snake in the world would've been jealous. She understood he was hurt, but she was too. And him calling her that was the last straw.

"You should listen to your brother, George," Ana said while looking directly at Fred. "You wouldn't want Fred to be hurting any longer than he has to. Would you?" Her look was one of pure indifference and yet she knew just her words alone would make him crack.

Fred's empty look disappeared as soon as the words left her mouth. He wasn't looking at her with anger, annoyance, or even happiness. She had seen how he looked whenever he felt those things. This was different. The boy looked defeated. She liked how he looked better when he was angry.

"You called me George," he realized.

His stare was almost too much for her. He looked more pained now than when the snake bit him repeatedly. The usual jovial and mischievous side of him was long gone and something else was left. His shoulders slumped, making the relatively tall boy look small for possibly the first time since Ana ever laid eyes on him. At this point, she wished he'd start yelling at her or say some snarky comment.

She didn't know how to react to a sad Weasley twin. Their pranks were annoying, but this also didn't feel like winning. If this was winning, she didn't want a repeat of it.

Ana had a feeling it would hurt him to confuse him with his brother. She remembered back on the carriage how happy he was when she could tell them apart. It apparently was a big deal to Fred. Given the look on his face, her assumption was correct. A tiny part of her brain was chastising herself for making him so upset.

Everyone was silent, just watching as the two refused to look away from the other. Ana's eyes began to falter, unable to hold the moment any longer. It was like looking at the sun, and it began to burn the more she stared at the boy. She ducked her head down, unwrapping the serpent from her neck and releasing it away from the twins. When she looked back up, Fred was staring at his shoes, biting his cheek and looking at anything but her.

Lucian jumped in, pulling Alex along with him. Alex began to pull Ana at the elbow, trying to break up whatever was happening between her and the boys.

"Look, mate, just leave. Both of you," he offered, standing between them and Ana. "You boys should probably get those bites looked at, who's to say that snake wasn't venomous."

Lucian's tone had a finality to it, not leaving anything up for debate. But no one was in the mood for fighting anymore. Any jabs or snide remarks were long gone and all that was left was emptiness. At this point, George began to hobble towards the castle, hoping his brother would follow. Fred joined him reluctantly, but not without giving Ana one last look. And Godric, did she wish she never caught it.

Fred's eyes were no longer a glowing honey color like they usually were. They were glossy and darkened, the warmth totally gone. Ana's stomach twisted and she knew that what she did was devastating to him. He gave her nothing but a knowing smirk, nodding in acceptance of the situation. George called for his brother one last time and the two of them limped up the stairs of the castle, rounding the stone walls and out of sight.

Ana was supposed to feel happy and proud of what just happened. This was her victory. This was her showing the twins that she wasn't one to be messed with. She stood up for herself. And yet she couldn't help but feel guilty for hurting them. They had hurt her first, and even acknowledging that did nothing to aid the bitter taste that was left on her tongue. Fred's reaction was burned on the back of her eyelids, the image not leaving her alone.

"Well that was fascinating," Alex jested while Calista rubbed Ana's arm. Ana hating how often she had been consoled by other people just in this month alone. It wasn't something she was used to, and also not something she knew how to handle. Usually if she were just upset, she'd go to bed and hope the feelings would disappear by the morning. But she surely couldn't just take a nap on the grass in front of her friends and pray this memory would leave her.

Calista and Alex glanced pointedly at Lucian, silently asking for him to step up to the plate.

"Come on, you guys," Lucian chuckled nervously, "I've still got Quidditch practice to get to and I can't be late."

The three girls followed his lead, taking them down the trail to the pitch. Ana focused on her feet, noticing how short her strides were and wondering when they'd get longer; she was looking for anything to focus on besides her guilt. Lucian knocked his shoulder against Ana's, startling her and making her distance herself from the third year.

"Sorry!" he chuckled. "How about after practice you can get a chance at flying? I'm sure you miss it?"

Ana knew that he was trying to make her feel better, and the thought of weaving through the air on a broom did excite her. Lucian looked at her with a hopeful expression, a soft smile on his face. Ana tried to fight the feeling, but she let out a soft laugh, taking up his offer happily.

"Good," he beamed.

"Race ya to the pitch, you bloody pixies!" Alex blurted out as she began racing past the group, making Lucian follow his sister's lead, yelling at her about how he was going to beat her to the pitch. Calista and Ana exchanged eye rolls and darted into a sprint, trying desperately to close the gap between themselves and the Boles.

#fred weasley #fred weasley fanfic #fred weasley smut #fred weasley x oc #bibiana malfoy #the girl who vanished #tgwv #tgwv 1-4 #enemies to friends to lovers

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delicrieux · 4 years

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queens, half past ten | p.p.

pairing: peter parker (as spiderman) x reader

summary: walking home alone at night is terrifying with your phone being dead, but, heh, spiderman is on patrol and you’re really craving starbucks.

warnings: nothing! fluff and pinning only xx

words: 2.2k

author’s note: this is part of my social media au BE MY VALENTINE! but it can also be read as a standalone fic!!

feedback is always appreciated xoxo

masterlist | buy me coffee☕. previous. next.

heading home from a concert under normal circumstances would be an adventure-esque movie/music clip where you’d listen to music and stare longingly out the window and into the shadow shrouded streets, faraway blinking lights from either cars or buildings. you’d imagine what it would be like to be a lead singer, or a drummer, or better yet the guitarist, and what all of that would entail. how you’d perform and smile and scream the lyrics along with adoring fans, how you’d get free drinks (when you’re legal), and how you’d have many bowie-esque backstage shenanigans.

alas, your phone is dead and you are stuck in confining silence, with nothing but the occasional whine of a passing car making you jump. the night is cold; smoke leaves your lips with each breath and you are eerily aware how loud your breathing is. the streets are bare —work night, no one really hangs around this late — and you feel like the only person in the world, but in a bad way. normally you’d call mj or jess and chat away about your experience at the concert, smile so hard your cheeks would hurt. now you hurry down the streets, itching to get home as soon as possible. not safe. pepper spray is grasped inside your pocket, but knowing you, if an attack (god forbid!) would happen, you’d probably spray yourself in the face and be doomed for. how did you forget to charge your phone? your friends must be worried sick. your mom would probably be too, if it wasn’t for the fact that you told her your at mj’s and she thinks you’re eating snacks and gossiping at the moment. instead you’re walking home alone with no means of communication. oh my god, no one would even be able to find you if you disappeared.

scaring yourself to death won’t help, nor make the walk shorter, or so you concluded. alas, you can’t help being on edge. if you saw a person now you’d probably burst into tears.

worst fears come true. the night had been amazing but it seems that everything is going downhill when you pass a pub. some loiter next to the door and smoke, their eyes trailing you as you walk past. bad bad bad. not everyone is evil, but you never know! being a girl is hard enough without the crushing fear of going home alone. you quickly disappear around a corner, sharp turn, you’re really working up a sweat by walking so quickly. the worst has passed, you think, sighing.

then someone has the fucking nerve to whistle at you. you thought this only happens in movies, but no, reality is just as cruel. you keep your head down and pick up the pace, but before much else—

“hey!” you jump and snap your head to a nearby lamppost, eyes wide in horror, heart hammering in your chest, but relax once you see it’s just spiderman. he gives an awkward wave, sitting quite comfortably on the lamp, legs swinging, as if he’s bored. staring as him, you uncertainly wave back, “sorry, i didn't mean to scare you.” he says, his voice deep and strange and somehow familiar. “i just uhh— heard those guys whistle at you and figured you’d appreciate the company. not safe in this part of town.”

you really don’t know what to say as he makes his way down to stand beside you. you hadn’t prepared to meet a superhero tonight, and certainly not one you had been actively stalking on social media for a better part of the year. oh my god. he’s really next to you, isn’t he? had he noticed you liking all of his posts? dear god, you hope not. suddenly rooted in spot, breath spent, cheeks aflame, you are thankful it’s so dark outside.

“i’m uhhh spiderman.” he introduces.

you manage to give him a shy smile, “...hi.”

mj will freak when she hears this. you will too once you process what’s happening. worlds are colliding in your very eyes. you have a hopeless crush on him, though now... is it really that hopeless? it’s fate. you don’t believe in fate, but any other explanation escapes you. he awkwardly mutters for you to lead the way and you two fall into pace. yet you don’t feel much calmer, rather now you’re nervous, but in a good way. you trust him. instantly. there is something familiar about his stance, his demeanor, yet you can’t quite place it. you wonder what he looks like behind his mask and sneak a glance at him. there is no way to tell. but your guess? hm... couldn’t be anyone like timothee chalamet, spiderman has some bulk on him. evan peters? maybe, but the aura doesn't quite fit. ross lynch?

you glance at him again, smiling to yourself a little. could be like ross lynch — brown hair, kind eyes —...what if it is ross lynch? can’t be that far of a stretch, most superheroes are hot (you’ve seen captain marvel, or just, as most dub her, god). but if it really is, you’ll faint.

you quickly fix your hair, somewhat self-conscious. you must look a mess right now. how will he fall in love with you when you’re all red and sweaty?

“so... what have you been up to?” he asks. he’s interested. good start. you have to swallow down a manic giggle.

“i went to this concert with my friend.” you say, a bit breathless, “it was so, so much fun, i just forgot to charge my phone so...” you tilt your head to him, flash him your most lovely smile, “i’m glad you showed up.”

“just uhhh—“ he fumbles, “doing my job! yes.”

“i know you’re like super busy—“ you continue shyly, hooking a strand of hair behind your ear (you are too good at this. if it wasn’t love at first sight, it sure as hell going to be at second), “—fighting crime, saving people... so it means a lot that you... you know... are not doing that right now to make sure i make it home safely.”

most don’t know this (with the exception of mj, that is) but you are very sly and calculating when you need to be. so you, gracefully and absolutely ‘unintentionally’, step closer to him, walking side by side, shoulders brushing. he fidgets, anxious, and you can only assume he is a bit flustered under that mask of his. your heart skips happy beats. you wonder if you whined enough would he web-sling you back to your apartment. you’ve never flown before. it must be exhilarating.

“your safety is just as important, (n—“ he promptly shuts up, swallows, then clears his throat, “uh... what’s your name, again?” you introduce yourself with another love-struck smile, “haha, i’m spiderman...” he chuckles nervously.

you lean in. he freezes. “i know.”

“so, uh, anyway, anything else i can do for you?” he wonders aloud, his voice unnaturally deep. you wonder if his throat hurts from putting all that stress on his vocal cords. alas, his identity must be kept top secret -- if it really is ross lynch, you understand that his career as a heartthrob is more important -- and so you refrain from questioning him. though, now that you think about it, you are a bit parched. power walking home really takes a lot out of the body, and you could definitely use a sugary drink. probably not the best idea, but you still have a mountain of homework, so it’s not like you’ll go to sleep once you’re actually home.

besides, the more time you spend with this, presumably, insanely handsome superhero - the better.

“actually...” you say with a dreamy smile, “i’d go for a drink right now. like starbucks. oh yea, definitely starbucks.” as overpriced as their coffee is, the flavor is impeccable.

spiderman is quiet for a moment, possibly considering whether to dismiss you or not, or trying to locate the nearest starbucks in the map of his mind.

lastly, “sure.” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice, “there’s one a few blocks down...i think.”

“ahh...” you nod, looking down at your shoes wistfully. no, they are not uncomfortable, actually the opposite of that. but he doesn’t know that. this is your one and only chance to see the city from a birds eye view, and there is no chance in hell you’re missing out on it. you’ll scam your way into anything.

“are you scared of heights?” he suddenly asks.

you jerk, startled, wide-eyed, in absolute disbelieve that your cheap tricks are actually working, “...no. why?” you narrow your eyes, all suspicious and pretend like.

he opens his arms, “well...come here.”

“what?”

“we’re taking a shortcut. will be fun, promise.” he insists. you heart roars in joy. he is so in love with you. fighting a grin, you sling your arms over his neck, and his arm snakes it’s way around your waist, pressing you close.

“just...hold on tightly.” you can barely hear him over the drum of your heartbeat. and before you can prepare - physically and mentally - you’re shot into the air, wind in your ears, adrenaline in your veins.

the city goes in vertigo and you laugh, wondrous and scared out of your wits, but excited all the same. the glimmering lights, car beeps and snippets of conversation fade into an incoherent whistle. your eyes start to water and so you shut them for a moment, before opening them again and seeing queens from so far up before your vision blurs as you race forward.

when he sets you down, you’re on shaky legs, hair a mess, smile so wide it hurts your cheeks but you can’t help it.

“that was...” you start, breathless, “so...so awesome. best uber i’ve ever had.”

“five stars?”

“i’d give you ten if it was possible.”

starbucks is up and running and unsurprisingly empty of patrons and the two of you slowly walk over, mindful of your wobbly stance. he grasps your shoulder, steadying you, and you nod at him gratefully. being the true gentleman he is, he opens the door for you with a dramatic bow, and you giggle a you enter.

“yo!” the barista, a young college student, calls, “sup, spiderman?”

“hey, george.”

“friend of yours?” you whisper to him.

“yep. two free coffees, coming right up.” he mutters back, stalking to the counter before you can stop him. your orders are usually complicated and absolutely bizarre, but you suppose something simple for this hectic night wouldn't be that bad--

your mouth falls open when he says the exact order of your favorite drink. word for word. even the pronunciation is similar. and for himself he picks peter’s go-to. the barista, you suppose calling him george would be appropriate, nods and goes to fix your drinks. you wander to spiderman, blushing.

“how...did you know my favorite order?” you pipe up.

“oh-uh... i’m good at reading people.” he explains quickly, “it’s uhh--...part of my superpower.”

“wow, that’s awesome, wish i had powers.” you say, “actually, you ordered peter’s fav.” you admit, “oh! uh, peter’s my friend.”

“he sounds like a really cool dude.”

“you...don’t know anything about him?”

“uh...it’s the name. peter’s a strong name. for a...strong cool guy.”

“he’s kind of a dork, to be honest.” you mutter with a soft smile, “but he’s really sweet.”

“so...you like him?”

“‘course i like him!” you say, just as george announces your drinks are ready, “he’s my friend.” you finish, quickly maneuvering past him to get your coffee.

“right...friend...”

there was a mutual agreement to walk back, since neither of you wanted to risk spilling your drinks on unknowing townies or yourselves. to your surprise, he had lifted his mask up, just a bit, to expose his jaw and lips and to sip his delicious drink. and yes, you might have stared excessively and shamelessly, and yes, you were almost convinced it was ross lynch himself walking you home, and yes, the urge to kiss him for this fantastic date came in waves. one moment you wanted to throw your arms around him and taste the coffee drops on his lips, but the next you recoiled and re-thought your approach. alas, your street came into view all too quick.

you stop, and so does he, and with a somewhat sad smile, you say, “well, i won’t keep you any longer. there’s probably a robbery happening or something, and i’m...” you turn away, see your apartment complex looming, “home.”

“uh—yea, totally.” he nods, “uhm...it was a pleasure to meet you, (name). i had fun.”

now or never.

instead of giving him some lame, forgettable goodbye, you throw your arms around him and squeeze tightly, smiling into his shoulder. he wraps his arms around you loosely, stiffly, as if uncertain whether it’s the right thing to do or not. blushed like a rose, you tilt your head and land a soft kiss on the side of his lips, “that’s for good luck.” you murmur, smiling deliriously, lastly pulling a way and waving, “and for the record, i had fun too.”

he says nothing, too stunned to move.

you, in the elevator, your dead phone grasped in your hand, feeling like your heart might bust out of your chest, and he, sitting on a roof of a nearby building, watching, waiting for the light in your room to turn on as an indication that you’re finally safe, mutter: “holy shit.”

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Three Days ~ 73

~*~Sebastian~*~

The group of us walked the edge of the room to the stairs. Bar tables were in a line and following the other's lead I helped push them against the wall, leaving an open area for us to stand. Emma led me to stand up front with Angie right as the house lights went out. Kirk came running and I moved behind Emma to give him room. Put me in a better position to feel up Emma anyway.

A bank of speakers over the stage was on the level and aimed right at us. My ears would be ringing all night. Nothing would beat the acoustic living room show from a few weeks ago. Still, the music and energy were fun. I was sucked in, like everyone else. Unlike with volleyball, Emma didn't ignore me. While I was behind her I ran an occasional hand over her hip. Each time Emma would do something: reach behind to lay a hand on my leg, turn her head to kiss me, or lean back into me. Several songs in the music slowed. I invaded Emma's personal space, moving up on her, and wrapping an arm around her my hand was seated on her ribcage, my thumb stroking the underside of her breast. My other hand held onto her hip, keeping her close where the pressure from her relieved a little of the ache in my jeans. She cupped the back of my head and turned to nuzzle against my neck. We stayed close and moved to the beat. The feel and smell of her did things to me.

When the tempo picked up again Emma turned to the side and pulled me between her and Angie. I stayed a half step back so they could talk and react together, but I was included. There were songs they had choreography too. Not the band, Emma, Angie, and Kirk. I played along as best I could, more than once we fell together laughing. The shot of tequila layered with the edible had me happily baked. Not enough tequila to be drunk or knock down the high. This was a good buzz I wanted to maintain. I drank half of Emma’s tequila, afraid her lower body mass would make it too much and she'd get sleepy. I'm sure she has experience with what she can mix, but I'm confident my knowledge is better.

By the end, I felt like I was herding cats. Emma, Angie and Kirk being the cats. Nobody was functioning optimally, but at least I didn’t have the same level of emotional attachment to the stage. My attachment was next to me and I kept the three in front of me. We screamed the loudest when Eli’s part was over.

I leaned close to Emma’s ear to ask what happened next. She led me to the edge closest to stage and pointed. “Everyone will pack up their shit fast as they can and stow it in the corner, then head to the dressing room to cool down, wipe the sweat away, and likely have another joint while Keaton sets up. When the lights go down Eli and all will join us up here. Angie and Kirk will go backstage to meet their husbands."

I raised my eyebrows, "Are we?"

"We can or we can stay up here where it's relatively empty."

I looked around at all the people, "Lots up here."

She scrunched up her nose and shook her head no, "Not on our side. I’d rather stay here. Unless you need a hit."

I shook my head, “I'm good.” I lowered my head and got close "You ok. I don't know how long it’s been or your tolerance. You level?"

Her head bobbed, "I gotta tell you, these nights with just friends and the music. This is when I want cocaine. The boost it gives."

"I bet Keaton has some in his little bag." I snickered. I was sure he did.

"I don't think so. I don't want the crash tomorrow. I'd rather see what we get into." She met my eyes, "You being horny and all.”

She really had no idea what was going on with me right now. Very very bad thoughts that covered everything and I mean everything. I have no idea where I’m going to land. Aggressive, romantic, pleading. Any combination and anywhere in between. "Coke makes me loud and overly friendly. Worst of all it makes me sweat. Look at pics and you can tell when I’m doing coke. So I don't. Rarely. Special occasions."

True to what Emma had said, Kirk and Angie took off as soon as the crowd noise died down a little. They would have had to fight through the sea of people if they left before the music ended. Everyone with Keaton’s group left too. I looked around us and found, um, no one. Talk about feeling exposed. We were in a roped off side of a U. Alone, but the other three sides were crowded. Being high doesn’t generally make me paranoid, but the two of us standing in an open pasture was making my Spidey senses tingle. I pushed her back closer to the wall, using my body to block her. If anyone was paying attention to us all they’d see was my back. I was banking on being far enough in the shadows. I was pretty sure this good idea wouldn’t seem so good tomorrow when I was sober, but right now it was brilliant.

Emma sat her hands on my hips. I could barely feel them. I like that. I like the way her touch can be this barely there pressure. My body seems to register it differently. The light touch makes more nerves fire. There’s more of a psychological part. It’s intimate. Her hands on me are the only part of us touching. I can’t touch her. I want to, but I can’t. I’m not in control.

While everyone who saw her in this dress knew her every curve, my knowledge was more detailed. I risked giving myself a taste and bent to kiss her bare shoulder. “What’s Keaton’s band like?”

Her thumb moved on my side. “They’re more eclectic. They’ve been together a long time and their sound has evolved. They opened for some big names on big tours and made the jump to headliner. Things fell apart while they were doing their next CD. The concessions the record company wanted were too much. Keaton wouldn’t give up the control. They decided they’d rather stay doing their music their way. They tour a lot and have a very devoted fan base. There’s a mix of rock and indie stuff. Keaton’s lyrics are amazing and he is crazy passionate. He writes him. It’s all personal. And a big chunk is Mia.”

I nodded, still trying to ignore her thumb. “I like him. Before the show . . . there’s something about him.”

“He’s a good guy.”

Jealousy flared. Not real, the fake bullshit kind.

Emma laughed, “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” I laughed too. No idea what about.

“That pretend jealous look on your face. Don’t make me prove why you’re a good guy. It’ll start with words and end up my hand in your pants.”

“Ooof.” I looked behind us, just to check that there were people around. Dammit. I laid my forehead against hers. “You realize this is the first time we’ve been alone since we got here and you went shopping. We haven’t been alone since we left your place almost twelve hours ago.” That sounded much more desperate when said out loud than it had in my head.

She giggled at me. I deserved it. “I wouldn’t say we’re alone, Bastian.”

“More or less. I need to talk to you about something important.” I tried my best to keep a straight face. Unclear if I succeeded. “Your dress.”

Emma pressed her shoulders into the wall, pushing her hips forward. “Is this not the one you wanted me to wear?”

“It most certainly is the one I wanted you to wear.” I didn’t move, my hips keeping her from stretching out more. “It’s better than imagined. But I have problems.”

“I can tell.”

I bet she could with her hips pressed into mine. “You look amazing. Every time I look at you I can’t help but think about all the things no one but me can see.” Her eyebrow lifted and her head tilted a little.

"Even when you're not smiling, I can see the dimple in your left cheek." Almost instantly she smiled. I kissed her dimple. "Right there.” I looked down at her breasts, “The black hides them, but I can see your nipples perfectly." I touched her side under her ribs. "Three freckles here and one under the curve of your ass. From the pool picture I know your twin doesn't have one, so I'll always be able to tell you apart. Don't get me started about what you hide between your legs." I traced the collar of fabric at her neck. "This is what I knew would drive me crazy all night, because this is the only place I could get away with kissing. I love kissing your neck as much as you do. How easy is it to get off?"

"Two buttons with elastic loops."

Sounded like more fine motor control than I was likely to have. "Can I rip it?"

Her eyes went wide, "No!" She started laughing and hugged me. Her laughter went on and became contagious, infecting me. Emma pushed my shoulders, looked at my face, and kept on laughing. My seduction was not going as planned. Emma patted my face, "Sebastian, I love you and want you more than anything. But right now, I'm too stoned for that seriousness."

I yelled, "Fuck!" and we started laughing again. "I worked really really hard." I buried my face against her neck, pulling at the collar with my teeth, then running my tongue around the shell of her ear. Emma squirmed away laughing. I glared at her playfully and huffed out a breath, "Horny."

"My poor baby." Emma whispered against my mouth, "Don't worry. You'll get laid tonight." She kissed me before sucking on my bottom lip.

I said, "Yay." Best as I could with her attached to my lip. I wonder if it’s too soon to leave? It is. I know it is. I don’t really want to leave. I’m having too much fun.

We stayed pressed against the wall laughing and kissing until Eli was beside us, his arms went around both of us. "Are you having sex?" He looked down between our bodies.

I blew a raspberry, "No ", and pulled my hips back to prove it. We most definitely were not connected.

"Because it looks like you're having sex against the wall."

The three of us started laughing. I looked at Eli with a smug expression, "This is your show. Do you really think I would fuck your best friend into the wall at your show?"

Emma punched the hell out of my arm.

"Ouch, Why did you... oh shit." I'd said the four letter word that begins with W.

Luckily Eli was looking at me, his eyes narrowed. "Yes. I think you would if you were pretty sure you wouldn't get caught."

My face went blank, "You're not wrong."

Mia came zipping by and grabbed Emma's arm, "Come with me." Angie was with her and the three women moved to the railing.

Eli and I watched them go then turned to each other with a shrug. We'd been deserted. I hugged him, "I like you, Eli. You're right about a lot of things." I kept my arm around him. “You were right about the wall thing tonight. You were right about her parents being asses."

Eli put his hand on my shoulder and his face was serious, "My friend, I would not lie about her parents. They do not have Emma's best interests. We... you, me, and Ed. Don't trust them." He poked me in my chest. "Protect her."

I put my hand over his mouth, "No more words. Last time we were drunk together we got in trouble."

Eli laughed, "No shit. You went and told her everything."

"Was it a test?" That had crossed my mind many times. Had Eli told me to keep a secret from Emma to see if I would?

"You're giving me too much credit. I was drunk and talking out of my ass." He held up a finger, "Had it been a test, you would have passed."

We've entered the "I love you, man." part of the night. "You're a good friend, Eli."

He inclined his head, "And you're a good boyfriend, Seb."

The house lights went down and the music started. Watching Emma, Mia, and Angie hang onto each other was what I imagined partners at a concert being like. They'd been on tour together and been through good and bad times together. I felt that connection with other actors on set, but this was different. This was the behind the scenes support system. Not just support to their “famous” partner, but support to each other. I didn't know this, but I wanted it. I wanted Emma on a set or an event with me, there for me but also with friends behind the scenes. This felt like family.

Eli and I pulled a table from the wall and sat. Boone, Travis, and Dan joined us. Kirk went up with the support group. I felt part of the group, not an outsider. They'd taken me in as they'd taken in Emma years ago. I wanted this.

I didn't understand Emma's explanation of the differences between Keaton and Eli’s music. Maybe she wasn't clear and maybe I just didn't understand. A couple of songs in I did. At the party, I'd been blown away by Eli’s voice and expression. He could sing anything. Tonight, had been mostly original music, and while good, it lacked the emotional connection for me. The most honest reason would be the songwriting wasn't consistently as strong. They were good, but lacking that something that made them great.

Keaton was great. He had the confidence, command of the stage, and over the audience that Eli just didn’t have. Music and lyrics were next level too. I don’t know the words to explain. It was the difference between an A and B list actor. There’s something more than just talent that feeds the higher level. Keaton had it. He should be out there in stadiums and the top ten on Spotify. I understand how he didn't want to sell himself to get to the next level. I'm not sure if I'm willing to do that either.

Remembering what Emma said about Keaton writing his life and a lot of Mia, I paid close attention to lyrics. I loved them too. I could see what he was writing, feel it. After the song about her dad telling him stay away, I crept up behind Emma, hugging her from behind and kissing her shoulder to get her attention. I didn’t think Ed would try to chase me off, but the song had resonated because she has a protective dad. When Emma turned her head toward me, I kissed her and made sure she was watching when I mouthed, "I love you." She did the same. We kissed again and I went back to the table.

For the encore, I returned to Emma. I stayed just behind her with a hand on her ass. I'd heard the final song, a strong guitar driven song about sex at the end of the world. Pretty sure I had it on a playlist somewhere. It wasn’t over when Mia grabbed my hand and I grabbed Emma. Mia led us to the backstage area. Not surprisingly she knew exactly when to leave to beat Keaton backstage. Can't say I wasn't happy to avoid going in the opposite direction of the crowd.

Keaton was the first one through the door. He immediately went to Mia for a short and breathless kiss before leading her to the couch. Mia sat at the end, Keaton laid down with his head in her lap, and Mia combed her fingers through his hair. He looked tired, but with her touch, he relaxed. I smiled and nodded in their direction, "What's the story there?"

Kevin had heard, "Aftershow ritual since they were sixteen."

"They've been together since they were sixteen?"

Kevin said, "Yes."

Keaton yelled, "No."

I cut my eyes toward the couch then back to Kevin. He shrugged, heading to the other side of the room. I pulled Emma with me to the couch where I could see the couple.

Keaton opened one eye, "Not really."

"It's a binary choice."

The rest of the room laughed.

Emma moved to the far end of the couch and pushed Keaton's feet off. "I told him you like to tell your story."

Keaton smiled, "I do."

I sat where he pointed and, happily, Emma sat in my lap with her arm around my shoulder, playing in my hair. The rest of the room started talking amongst themselves. They'd heard the story.

"We met in kindergarten. I tried to scare her with a worm."

Mia laughed, "I kick him in the shin and put the worm under a bush."

They traded off telling their story with smiles and laughter.

While they went through school together, they weren’t friends until middle school when Mia tutored his brother in math. Keaton was playing guitar in his room and Mia went to listen. From that night on they were inseparable. They would meet up after cheerleading and guitar practice. His band’s first concert was a New Year’s party in her basement. Keaton taught her to kiss before her first real date and beat the guy up when he was mean to her. Both stuck to the story they weren't a couple even after they chose to lose their virginity together at their prom. They lost touch when Mia went away to college and Keaton stayed in New York to tour and make music. Mia became an architect and was over restoration in her father's firm. They didn't see each other until almost eight years later when Mia's mother died. Keaton helped her pack up her mother's house in the neighborhood in which his parents still lived. After dinner they went to the country club where they spent their summers. Both had been married and divorced. They'd wanted so much more for each other. Neither wanted this new start to end and they exchanged phone numbers. Keaton walked her to the house and what started as a hug lacing many years together turned into a kiss. One they discussed days later and decided to move past.

They kept in touch, talking or texting daily. Keaton had been signed and was touring new music. He had insisted on two nights in Savannah where Mia lived. They stayed with her in the home she’d restored. The boy who haunted her house hadn’t been as accepting of the new people, running the halls, slamming doors, moving things, and turning out lights. After the show, Keaton liked to hang out and meet fans. Mia came over, only to be surprised by her ex-husband and his new wife. Mia had taken Keaton’s hand, hoping he'd follow along. He had and when the ex called her a groupie Keaton explained they’d know each other since elementary school. He took her out on the dance floor, positioning them to make sure he'd see Keaton kissing her like a lover.

They still said they were just friends. When Mia joined them on tour, they’d get drunk after the show and find any reason to make out and make up every reason why it meant nothing. On the last night of a break in Aspen, Mia had emergency surgery. Keaton stayed with her. Something changed in the single room they shared. Mia slept, Keaton played, and when Mia woke Keaton would care for her. Over the years they'd shared many beds, but not like this. This wasn't drunk collapse after a show. This was tender and Mia being safe in his arms with Keaton waking up to her face, laying together talking in a quiet morning.

Keaton went back to tour and wrote a song about falling in love with your best friend. Mia wouldn’t hear it until their ten year high school reunion. When Keaton wasn’t on stage he was with Mia pushing the boundaries of their friendship and testing the waters for more. He held too many scars to make the first step. Mia could. They crossed the friendship line for the last time.

Keaton kissed Mia's engagement and wedding ring, "Six months later we compulsively married after not dating for about twenty years.”

While we'd been talking another joint had made its way around the room. I was feeling giddy. I let out a happy sigh, "That's a fantastic story and a fairytale ending.” I looked at Emma then back to Keaton, “I think I’m in love."

Keaton smiled, "With more than just Emma?"

"Not more than Emma, but I love your story and the soundtrack you wrote for it. You should get a writer to put it down and sell the movie rights. Hard to beat a good, friends to lover’ story. I’ve started writing. I'll write it. You'll help and do the music."

Emma joined in, smiling at Keaton, "You've left out the best bit."

Keaton's knowing smile asked, "What part would that be, Ms. Vedder."

Emma grinned, "The first song Mia ever heard you play. The one that started it all.”

Mia took Emma's hand, "Pearl Jam, Black."

Keaton starting laughing, "I will never forget the first time I met you."

I clapped my hands, rubbing them together in front of Emma, "Alright, let's hear this!"

Emma stood up, "I'm going over there." She pointed somewhere I couldn't see and walked away.

I watched her walk away with a smile on my face before turning my attention back to Keaton. "Where were we?"

The three of us laughed. Keaton remembered. "We were playing a club in Seattle and Ed came to check us out for the opening gig job. I was so anxious I was afraid I wouldn't be able to sing. I was expecting Eddie fucking Vedder. Larger than life rock god." He put his hand on his chest while he laughed. “Then this dad guy showed up with Emma. I thought I was going to have to call child protection services. He never took his arm from around her and she looked terrified"

"How long had she been in Seattle?" I was assuming they knew at least that part of the story. Since they were kind of there and Ed had trust Keaton with her.

Mia made a face, "Maybe two days.”

Keaton picked back up, "Thank fuck he introduced her as his daughter and I didn't have to report him for child trafficking. She was sixteen, but looked like a homeless thirteen-year-old."

That got me laughing, "I looked like a homeless drug addict when we met."

Mia snorted, "I doubt it, but ok."

I didn't want to talk about me. I waved Keaton on. He smiled, "She was a completely different girl the next summer. Confident. Beautiful." He cringed, "Seventeen."

I winced, "Best not to think about."

He nodded, "That whole tour Ed didn't let her out of his sight."

Mia shoved her husband, "Because of pervs like you looking at his almost eighteen-year-old daughter. It was sweet. Ed was very sweet with her." She got off the couch and headed over to where my Emma was.

Keaton yelled after her, "I was a perv when you fell in love with me.”

Mia spoke over her shoulder, "I have questionable taste in men."

Kevin dropped onto the space Mia had left, "She's right." Keaton shoved him over onto me. "Just because you shove me doesn't make me wrong. Who are you perving on?"

Keaton rolled his eyes, "No one."

I shoved Kevin off me, "We were avoiding perving on my girlfriend"

"Why?" Kevin pointed to her, "Look at her."

"The night we met her," Keaton said in a dead tone.

Kevin hissed in a breath through clenched teeth, "Oh, no. She looked like she'd just gotten out of rehab."

I snickered, "Because she had just gotten out of rehab."

"There is that."

We sat talking and laughing until my face and sides ached, reaching the point where we switched from laughter to leftover quiet snickering. I looked around to find Emma. I felt my eyes crinkle as my head tilted to the side.

The other two said, "What?" simultaneously.

I pursed my lips and held a finger out," Do either of you see panty lines?" I didn’t wait for an answer, "I don't think she has on panties."

"Surely," Keaton began, "this isn't a new experience for you."

"No, but I'm very high and very horny."

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Everything has changed [Sturges/F!SS | Chapter 1]

so i was requested to post this on my blog, and here it is! <3

if you guys enjoyed this chapter, please don’t hesitate to leave a kudos on the actual story on ao3, thank you!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26400847

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A month had passed by since the Institute's destruction and the Commonwealth was a step closer to finding the closest thing they could find to peace in this chaotic world. The minutemen were finally taking back the Commonwealth piece by piece, bouncing back from the hole they were dug into thanks to a particular person. There was no other way to celebrate such a huge step forward but with a party dedicated to the hero herself.

The usual silent night was filled with an abundance of music, laughter, and chattering that seemed to overlap one another. Sweaty bodies filled the streets of Sanctuary, dancing against one another or simply exchanging a few drinks and words. The bars were filled with people who drank the night away while telling tales that seemed too far fetched to be considered true. It wasn't everyday a party was commenced, so the settlers saw this as an opportunity to lay back and relax with each other, throwing away any thought of danger clouding their minds.

Sturges leaned against the wall, arms crossed as his eyes scanned the settlement with a smile. He wasn't very keen with social gatherings such as these and preferred to shy himself away from the crowd unless a person were to confront him first. Even then, he wasn't really strong with carrying conversations, which could easily make him very boring to many people. Besides, he'd rather spend his night working on some power armor or fixing a wall - well, anything that could keep his hands busy, really. With a soft sigh, he lifted the glass he was holding and brought it to his lips, feeling the whiskey burn as it went down.

As he withdrew from his drink, his ears perked up at the sound of Jun's voice through the wall he was leaning on. Guess it wasn't as soundproof as he thought it'd be. Sturges turned his head towards the opposite direction, hoping that the sound of music would distract him from the conversation between Jun and whoever he spoke to, but found himself mindlessly taking in their words despite his attempts.

"I-I love you. You know that, right?" His voice sounded muffled, but Sturges could make out every word he was saying. He had heard a soft sniffle in response, but heard the familiar voice of Jun's wife, Marcy Long, respond with a raspy, tired voice as if she'd been crying for quite a while.

"I know that you do."

"So why are you crying? Is it cause of me? I-If it was, you can always tell me." He lightly tapped his glass with his finger, hearing the sound of rustling echo throughout the room.

"It's not you, Jun. It's not even sad tears, I'm just-" A sigh left Marcy's mouth, "I'm wondering if Kyle is at peace now. Now that we're safe and growing, I wonder if he's watching us."

Sturges felt a twinge at his heart hearing that statement. It was sorrowful; how they lost their son within moments. He'd never forget the look on their faces the day it happened, the sound of Marcy's screams and Jun's cries for help as their son passed haunted him. Despite Marcy constantly being an ass to every settler, he knew that she was suffering from the loss of her son and this was her way of expressing her grief. He had never spoken an ill word to her despite her attitude and instead, tried to lift the two up from time to time. It worked on some days, but most days, it hadn't. He continued to listen, despite his mind pleading him not to.

"I-I believe he is. I know I've been a mess lately, but everyday gets a little better and I want you to know that we're never alone." Another sniffle.

Before he could catch Marcy's response, a familiar voice jolted him on his two feet, allowing him to stand straight instead of leaning on the wall. "Hey Sturges, I was getting worried you were working on some power armor instead of enjoying yourself."

He slowly turned around, coming face to face with Preston, who smiled and tipped his hat towards him. He smiled awkwardly, tapping the glass with his finger once more. Dang, maybe he really should've just worked on something - his hands yearned for it at this point. With a soft chuckle, he responded. "Nearly gave me a heart attack."

Preston slightly grinned, "Didn't mean to scare you, just thought you'd like some company. You look pretty lonely here."

"Lonely ain't the word that quite fits my mood. Maybe the word 'content' suits it a little better, but I don' mind your company." Preston let a laugh evade his lips before leaning his back on the wall besides him. "Why don't you join the others up there, it's not as bad as you think. Maybe a few drunks here and there, but you should be fine." Sturges leaned near him, staring down at the drink in his hand. "You know I'm not a fella to party. Not much of a talker either."

"I guess I wouldn't want you any other way." Preston took a swig from his bottle, a smile never escaping his lips. "I'm proud. Proud of how far we came. After losing all those people, I never thought I'd move past that." Sturges looked at Preston, who took off his hat. "But we're here now. Never thought I'd see the day. I can't take all the credit, though, Sole was the mastermind behind all this." Sturges let out a hum of agreement.

"Without that little missy of ours, we wouldn't have been standin' here in the first place. We really do owe her one."

"Of course. Big time." Preston let out a sigh, "Without her, I don't think I could've made it. This party isn't enough to repay her for the deeds she's done for us." Sturges' eyes scanned his surroundings, looking for the familiar face being mentioned. Preston made a point - It was her party, so why couldn't he see her around? With a party like this, he'd imagine her usual cheerful self running around and having fun with everyone, but none of that was happening.

"Where is she anyway?" Preston let out a thoughtful hum, tapping his chin in wonder. With a surprised expression, he pushed himself off of the wall, looking around.

"Huh, I guess I don't remember seeing her either. Maybe I'll try asking Hancock or MacCready. They might know." Preston tipped his hat once more at Sturges before turning around to go into the crowd, "I'll catch you around."

He nodded, sending him a small, simple wave. "Yeah, hope you find her." He watched as Preston lost himself in the sea of people and looked down at his feet. Though he tried to perish the thought, he continued to ponder her whereabouts, wondering if something happened. He stood up straight, dusting his coveralls and headed towards the streets of Sanctuary. Maybe a little work on some pre-war tech wouldn't hurt.

Sturges yawned tiredly, reading a manual Sole had given him from her adventures. He was restless and couldn't put a finger as to why he was. It wasn't very often he couldn't catch sleep - it would only ever happen if he was immensely anxious or troubled but he was neither of those things tonight. He rubbed his eyes before shutting his book and laying it on the nightstand near his bed. He stood from his bed, gently throwing his sheets off of him.

Sturges made a mental reminder to fix those once he returned from his walk. Before exiting his room, he grabbed the white shirt hanging on the chair and slipped it on to avoid the chilliness in the air. The party was now over and the only sound that could be heard outside the walls were the crickets chirping.

He quietly crept towards the front door, carefully shutting it behind him to ensure he didn't wake anyone. Even if he did shut it carelessly, they'd probably be too blacked out to be pulled out of slumber. With a relieved sigh, he walked towards the bridge in hopes to clear his mind of anything that clouded it. Unfortunately for him, he was unsure of what it was. As he approached closer to his destination, his eye had caught a familiar figure leaning over the railing, a bottle in their hand. He knew that glow from their wrist from anywhere, its what pulled her apart from others. Well, besides the whole saving the Commonwealth thing, of course.

Sole didn't notice the man creeping out near her and nearly shrieked, pulling the gun on him as she felt a touch on her shoulder. Sturges backed away quickly with a shocked expression, holding both his hands in the air.

"Woah, woah! It's just me, darlin'. Ain't here to hurt ya or anythin', I swear." A look of horror crossed her face as she quickly retreated the gun from his chest. "Oh god, Sturges! Don't do that. I almost pulled the trigger on you!"

He slowly put his hands down, making his way to the free spot near her. "Wouldn't blame ya if ya did." He leaned his back on the railing, watching as sole moved back to her previous position, taking the beer bottle to her lips. The bottle lingered there for a bit, much to his concern.

"Now, now. We both know that stuff won't do anythin' good for ya." His words probably meant nothing to her; she could do whatever the hell she wanted and he knew that. As usual, she replied with the same playful sarcasm she put out for anyone and everyone.

"Sorry, mom." Sturges couldn't help but chuckle. She sent him a smile of her own before staring back at the stream under her that seemed to stretch endlessly. His brow raised in a questioning manner as her smile dropped as fast as it formed. He didn't want to bring it up directly to her, deciding to just beat around the bush to make things a little less suspicious.

"You know, that party wasn't really kickin' without ya. I'm not the only one who's noticed you've been gone." Sole glanced at him for a moment before looking forward once more, taking another sip of her drink. Oh how he wished he could smack that bottle out of her hand. She already looked miserable, that dreading beverage probably wasn't helping her in any way.

"What are you talking about? I was there, in the shadows, watching you," she bantered, hoping that maybe he'd drop the subject, "Better get your eyesight checked, pretty boy." He flushed at the nickname, his eyes widening for a mere second. Sturges wasn't really used to the whole nickname topic and had never personally received one from anyone besides Mama Murphy. Sole giggled at his expression, "If your eyes go any wider, they might fall and roll out."

Sturges snapped back to reality, an embarrassed smile playing on his face. "Oh, uh, right. But I was serious, y'know." Now it was Sole's turn to lean back on the railing; she gave her full attention to the pip-boy that wrapped around her wrist. The light illuminated on her face and he felt his words die as he caught the redness of her eyes. Guess that explained why she hadn't looked at him straight in the eye. Had she been crying?

"I just needed time alone. All that noise was hurting my head." Whatever she was going through, he didn't want to pry into it. It was her business, yet, he couldn't help but wonder what was going on in that mind of hers. His eyes flickered from her to the device that lightened the darkness between them.

"You can always chat with me. I ain't gonna judge ya'." Sole shook her head gently, her eyes never leaving the screen of her beloved device.

"I know you won't judge me, Sturges. I'm fine, really." She lied through her teeth, sucking in a breath to avoid the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. He didn't buy it, not one bit but decided that if she was ready to talk about it, she would. The last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable, especially with the condition she was in.

"Alright, darlin'. Just know my offer always stands. If ya ever need me, you know where to go." He pushed himself off the railing, fully facing her. "Let me walk ya' home, things can get pretty dangerous during this time. I ain't about to leave you out here in the open, 'specially while you're drinking that stuff."

With a sigh, she nodded, not having the energy to fight back with him. "Good." He said, walking side by side with her towards the direction of her home. By the time Sturges dropped her home, he waved at her as a goodbye and they departed without another word. Once he reached his bed, he felt his body grow heavy with exhaustion. He looked outside his window, looking at the curtains on Sole's bedroom window. Before he knew it, his vision blackened.

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hailbop1701 · 3 years

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STAR!!!

Thank you @dreamers-wonderland! This was a lot of fun to back through and talk about! 😅 (Still no beta for this part. I left it as it was when I posted it. )

Only The Beginning Chapter 1: Old Friends

(Writers Commentary)

The air was freezing and you had been running for a solid hour. Groaning you looked down at your stomach, moving your hand you hissed when it came away soaked in blood. “Damnit,” you growled frustratedly.

“Can’t run away you fucking bitch!” a voice cried out angrily from behind you. Rolling your eyes you placed your hand back on the gunshot wound in hopes to keep as much blood in your body as possible. The sound of footsteps was getting louder behind you making you sigh heavily,

“I’m bleeding too much,” you muttered in annoyance. Glancing over your shoulder you quickly duck behind a dumpster. The footsteps slow and come to a jog as they pass your hiding spot. Gritting your teeth you pull the knife from your boot and crept up behind the merc. Steadying your frantic breathing you lunged, plunging the knife into the man’s neck. The merc didn’t make a sound as he crumpled to the ground. Yanking the knife out of the merc’s neck you wiped it clean on the guy’s jacket,

“Don’t fucking move!” a voice screamed from behind you, huffing a breath you gripped the knife tighter. “Get up and slowly turn around!” the voice screamed again.

“Okay do you not want me to move or do you want me to get up and turn around?” you asked sassily. The man (You decided) growled, “Get the fuck up. Slowly with your hands where I can see em’ “

I wanted the reader in this story to be a bit more out there. She mouths off more and gets into a lot more trouble. Here you can tell she is getting rather fed up with constantly being on the run or “taking care of” mercenaries. She’s constantly feeling guilty for the lives she’s taking and does her best in finding other ways.

Rolling your eyes you eased the knife back into your boot and lifted your bloody hands into the air. Groaning you slowly rose to your feet and turned to face the paid mercenary aiming a gun at you. “What the hell are you?” he whispered, hands shaking, a flash of pity coursed through you. Taking a deep breath you looked the man dead in the eyes, “Leave the city and never come back. Final warning,” you offered, voice a deadly calm.

The man shifted nervously, “They’ll kill me,” he hissed eyes darting around as if the UAC was going to jump out and say “Boo!”

I really wanted to make the UAC a ghost story a company to be feared. John and the Reader being on the run from them for so long and still being alive is practically unheard of. So they sort of become legends in certain circles.

You grimaced, “I’ll kill you if you give a reason too, run and get a new line of work,” you ground out starting to feel dizzy from blood loss. The mercenary slowly began to lower his gun, “What are you?” he asked again.

As he lowered his gun you placed your hand on the bullet wound again, “Honey you don’t wanna know,” you grumbled keeping your hands where the twitchy man could see them, you didn’t need any more holes.

The merc holstered his weapon, “ They want you, really bad. That guy...Kennex too.” he said eyeing you as you opened up a manhole. Wrinkling your nose at the intense smell of piss, shit, and death. Grunting in pain you lifted the dead man, dragging him toward the manhole. “Yeah they’re persistent this time around,” you muttered finally after dumping the body. The distant splash and grinding of the manhole cover was the only sound between you and the merc. Nudging the cover back into place with the toe of your boot you saw that the merc drifted to your side curiously,

I actually played around with the idea of having this merc be the ancestor of one of the bridge crew of the Enterprise. Who knows I might still do it. I kinda left him descriptionless just in case I wanted to use him later. I’m still unsure of who he really is.

“What are you going to do?” he asked, brows furrowed. “Well, for starters get this mess fixed and maybe take a nap,” you joked lightly moving in the direction of the wall. “I mean with the UAC!”

Glancing over your shoulder you grin, “I’m going to be a pain in their ass until they leave me and Kennex the hell alone!”

The reader will go pretty great lengths into protecting her people. Her team, Sam, Duke, and especially John. If you read the epilogue in “To Hell And Back” you would have seen that they spent a whole year running away from the UAC together. A lot of bonding could happen in that time. Though not the kind of bonding you would have liked 😏

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John unlocked his front door with a quiet sigh, they were no closer to catching the bastard who had been kidnapping and killing young women. He had stopped two weeks ago and the trail is starting to go cold. John kicked his door shut, balancing beer and take out in his hands; he breathed the air and froze.

Dropping the bags onto a side table John pulled his gun and entered his living room. A shadow sat against the large windows, curled into themselves. “Not exactly how I wanted to see you again but I didn’t have many options,”

John choked, “(Y/N)?”

He knew it was her but I think he really didn’t want to believe it. He’s still pretty heartbroken from when they separated and she never called or wrote. Didn’t visit or say anything after he lost his leg. That’s how I imagined Anna got to him so easily at first. He was still raw and she was the perfect distraction. I’m not gonna beat around the bush so I am going to confirm that John does indeed like the reader a great deal (More than friends) but he hides it not wanting to ruin their friendship.

You grunted in pain as you pushed yourself off of the ground, “You’ve been shot. Why aren’t you healing?” John asked, holstering his weapon. You rolled your eyes fondly,

“The bullet is still lodged in there, I can get it out by myself,” you mumbled and hissed in pain. John gave you a look, “You know you don’t have to be shot to see me,”

You snorted and sat down heavily on a chair, “It’s been five years John, I figured that you would want me to keep my distance,”

John pressed his lips into a thin line, “I was mad, I only heard from you by the occasional postcards you’ve sent,” he grumbled from across the room. Digging through a series of drawers John looked up at your silence.

“It’s a really long story,” you sighed shifting in your chair; John grunted pulling a black zip-up bag and a flashlight from the depths of the drawer he was searching through. He crossed the room in quick strides, “You’ll have plenty of time to tell me,” he whispered crouching in front of you.

Oh he’s still mad but the way I imagined it was that he’s really good at keeping his emotions in check. John is very bottled up and eventually, he will have to unload and it won’t be pretty when he does.

You huffed a laugh, “Yeah I’m going to be out for a day or two,” John smirked putting the lit flashlight between his teeth, he grabbed a pair of surgical scissors from the black bag. Cutting your shirt open John wiped away the blood with a clean towel, “Why are you in the city (Y/N)?” he asked, his real question is ‘Why were you shot in my city and where is the body?’

Clenching your jaw you breathed deeply as John dug around for the bullet stuck in your abdomen. “I’m helping an old friend,” you said cryptically, hands clutching onto the chair’s arms. The metal creaked and groaned under your grip, John raised an eyebrow.

“(Y/N) what’s going on?”

You took a shaky breath, “The UAC found you and put a rather large bounty on your head,”

John froze for a millisecond before cursing under his breath, you yelped when he pulled the slug from your abdomen. Dropping it into a glass he quickly placed gauze on the bleeding, healing wound. Panting you dropped your head back, “How many?” his voice was quiet and his eyes practically glowed in the dark.

You looked away from them, “Four, I convinced the fifth one to find a new line of work,”

For those of you curious the bounty is million each. The reader and John are full of C24 and if at all possible the UAC wants them brought in alive well at least one of them brought in alive anyway.

John watched you carefully for a moment; his hand found yours and pried them from the warped remains of the chair. “There are more coming, huh?” he asked quietly. You glanced down at him again,

“It’s my fault,” sitting up you shook off John’s hands, he sat back on his heels giving you room to breathe. Jumping out of the chair you began to pace back and forth like a caged animal.

“I found all of them, John. The ARK’s, and I blew them to hell. They-they killed my team and left Hunter in a wheelchair!” You screamed, grabbing the chair and throwing it across the room with a loud crash. John didn’t move or flinch, he simply got to his feet and watched you sadness in his eyes. “It’s my fault, I should have just left them alone,”

The reader has been on her own for quite some time (five years). She is full of anger and anxiety and is constantly looking over her shoulder. Being in the same place for so long will put her on edge and John will be the only one to keep her calm. He has a talent for it. She constantly blames herself for her actions in destroying the ARKS and she holds a lot of weight on her shoulders.

At some point, after I finish the series I was thinking about doing a small series of one-shots/Drabbles to give you happy readers a view into what had happened and adventures that were cut out. Deleted scenes if you will.

“They were going to find me again eventually (Y/N). It’s not your fault and you know it, and it wasn’t your fault when your team died. Hunter didn’t blame you for the chair either!” John said, keeping his voice calm. He slowly stepped toward you as if moving any more quickly he would scare you off. Tears cascaded down your face, the long sleepless nights, the fighting and, the weight of the world finally catching up to you.

Quickly turning away you grabbed your discarded coat from the floor and moved away to the open window you came through. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-” you mumbled moving to your escape inhumanly fast. John was behind you in a second.

In this story I’m going to definitely be showing the reader and John all superhuman at certain points. They have to be REALLY careful though so they don’t get caught. There will be eyes everywhere and not all of them are the UAC.

Wrapping his arms around you, he easily held you in place. “Stop. Take a breath,” he ordered softly. The anxiety within you calmed some at his proximity; taking a deep breath you let it out. John loosened his grip some, trusting you not to bolt for the open window. He moved so he could look you in the eyes,

“You’re running on fumes (Y/N) I can tell. When was the last time you slept or ate?” you avoided his gaze not answering. John hummed not surprised, “You’re going to sleep and in the morning we’re going to figure out how to get the UAC to fuck off,”

You huffed out a humorless laugh, “John I’ve been dealing with the UAC for almost six years. They won’t stop until they get what they want,”

“What do they want? Like you said the ARK’s are gone…” he trailed off when your expression became stormy.

“They want C24. And the only two people left with it are you and me, they’ll kill one of us and capture the other,” you whispered and John was quiet thinking over his words carefully.

“We made a promise, remember?” He asked with a small smile raising his pinky finger. You couldn’t help but snort, raising your finger you curled it around his.

The pinky promise thing! I actually came up with that after dreaming about it and I thought it was damn cute and you would never expect it from a guy like John. I think he softens just a bit when the reader is around and sometimes that scares him. It’s sort of like an inside joke between him and the reader.

“We made a lot of promises John and I broke a lot of them,” you sighed looking at your best friend.

“We did and you had no choice,” he fired back tone forgiving. You scowled annoyed at being forgiven so easily. “Stop being so nice, you’re freaking me out.”

Yeah, they bicker and banter a lot. They will tease each other obscenely! “Hey, bitch,” “Shut the fuck up asshole,” that type thing. It sounds so mean to an outsider but to them, it's pure affection.

John nudged you almost playfully, “We promised to look out for one another and you need to ease yourself back into society,”

You groaned, stomping your feet like a child. Fingers still hooked together John pulled you into a hug, “Stop being an infant and listen,”

“Stop being an infant and listen,” you mocked and stuck out your tongue. John rolled his eyes and smiled at how easy it was to fall back on routine.

*Side eyes* Infant...get it? Eh? Anyone?

“We’ll stop every merc that will come for us and show the UAC that we don’t fuck around,”

You pulled back a little, eyebrows disappearing into your hairline, “That is the dumbest plan-”

“It’s brilliant,” he shushed you as he led you into his bedroom. “It’s really bad like we could die or become human pincushions bad,” you muttered with a shake of your head.

“I’m not sleeping with you either,” you joked, yelping when John threw a spare t-shirt and sweatpants at your head. “Go take a shower, ass,”

Walking toward what you assumed was the restroom you shot John a cheeky grin. After you closed the bathroom door John let out a sigh, looking out the window at the falling rain John couldn’t help have a knot in his stomach. Something bad is going to happen and he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was going to happen to you. John grabbed a spare blanket and pillow from the bed jaw set.

Depositing the pillow and blanket onto his new bed John stripped out of his clothes before dropping onto the couch. Getting into a comfortable position he secured his gun under his pillow; sleep being the furthest to his mind he let his thoughts wander.

He thought about your postcards and your mission. You had been keeping the UAC busy, so busy that until only recently that they had left him alone. He hadn’t exactly been hiding, he’s been making a lot of noise. Causing a stir, maybe in hopes that you would contact him, even if it were to tell him to shut the fuck up. The ARK’s are gone, and the UAC is crumbling into nothing, but that doesn’t mean that they’ll stop or not sell their secrets to someone else so they can swoop in for the kill.

Postcards don’t really count...especially when they just say a single word on them. The reader and John have a codeword system. So when she would write “Whiskey” on a postcard it means that she’s okay and alive. If she wrote “Tequila” then it would have meant that she’s in trouble. And I’m sort of sure y'all caught on what “Siberia'' means. If you don’t know it means ‘I need to disappear again,’

Like I said earlier one-shots and drabbles. It will be a thing...eventually.

“It’s only the beginning,” he whispered, the truth of the words made him want to shudder. John took a deep breath and listened, the sound of the shower running and you humming softly filled him with warmth. Enough for him to relax and drift off to sleep with the hopes of you still being there in the morning.

What I had in mind for my lovely sequel was to combine the gritty, horror, and the cracky banter of Doom and Almost Human. So there will be cracky moments, there will be horrific moments, and there will be tension filled moments. The reader and John will get closer and more domestic in this story. Chapter 4 is already up and I’m already outlining number five!

SO much is going to happen and I’m practically dying here trying to keep it all to myself.

But like John said “It’s Only The Beginning,” so stay tuned!

-H ❤🖖

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paintingraves · 4 years

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The Witcher Sing!AU

just watched Sing and I’m feeling pretty inspired so please imagine a Witcher band AU in which they all participate in a singing contest. In the end it all comes down to two very different finalists:

one if a band called The Witchers. we’ve got Yennefer as lead singer, Geralt as lead singer + guitarist, Eskel as drummer, Lambert on the bass, Aiden as cellist and Cohen as keyboardist (or something along those lines.) Geralt knows Regis, who’s a music manager under the big name label Vampire Records (Detlaff owns the company and the label organized this whole thing hoping to find some new talent.)

Now The Witchers are good, they’re better than good, and they know they’re good, but alas they suffered several major setbacks that prevented them from ever breaking through in the industry; including, like, Geralt getting a child surprise, Yennefer and him going through a bad breakup once, and Eskel getting in a very bad car accident (he’s got the scars to show for it.) But today they’re here and they look amazing. They’re going to set fire to that damn stage and get signed under Vampire Records if it kills them.

And the other finalist? Why he’s a strapping, loud and very flamboyant young man who plays, between other things, the lute. He’s got an amazing voice and an amazing presence on stage, and at his disposition a whole variety of instruments that he has mastered - he switches between the lute, the guitar, the piano and even at some point a goddamn hang drum seemingly effortlessly. And it sounds gorgeous, damn it.

Geralt has to admit it - the kid is good, he’s really good. Depending on what Vampire Records are looking for he might just be who they choose. But it doesn’t mean The Witchers won’t go down without a fight. Each of them wants this more than Julian - stage name Jaskier, buttercup - can possibly imagine.

Jaskier does grate on Geralt’s nerves at first but then Eskel, kind Eskel invites him to get a drink after rehearsals and Jaskier beams at them and readily agrees. As time goes by and despite the fact they’re competing against one another they all become fast friends with Jaskier - it’s hard not to, charisma practically oozes off the guy in waves and it feels like he could charm the pants off of anyone if he just smiled at them like they’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

He stares at Yen like that.

And Geralt.

And Eskel, who is utterly puzzled by it.

And Lambert, a tad, but then Aiden growls at Jaskier who prompty moves on.

(Seriously, it’s like the bard falls in love with everyone he meets.)

Regis and Detlaff pay them a surprise visit the final day of rehearsal and, à propos of nothing, Regis tells him Emyr var Emreis himself might just be there to see the performance -- just because Detlaff knows him and apparently the emperor made time in his schedule to see this as a way to relax.

Jaskier chokes on his bottle of water and repeats the words the emperor???? the fucking emperor?????! for the next fifteen minutes until Lambert cuffs him on the back of his head.

The last day of competition arrives. The winner gets to sign under Vampire Records and the second place goes home with a 10,000 $ price, which is a fair consolation prize. Geralt is nervous, but they’re all in a good mood, in top shape, Yennefer is gorgeous as ever, they’ve all donned their ‘armor’ and they’re ready to make the audience lose their minds.

Jaskier is silent for once. He’s wearing a shiny blue thing à la Freddie Mercury that sparkles in the light; his hair is carefully tousled and his eyes are lined with knol (artfully done by Yennefer herself, who’s grown quite fond of the little bard.)

Lambert is talking to Aiden in a corner, their hands touching; Geralt is pretty sure that, whether they win or lose, Aiden’s gonna ask for Lambert’s hand in marriage tonight and they’ll party till dawn.

His daughter Ciri is in the audience, of course, with a few friends. She can’t wait to see her dad kill the stage. His heart tightens in his chest. He’ll be the best he can for her.

He doesn’t know if the emperor is actually here, and tells himself he doesn’t really care. they’ve done this hundreds of times. they’re ready as they’ll ever be.

Jaskier goes first, for once. His manic energy fills up the entire stage and he’s got the public eating out the palm of his hand after the first song. Geralt watches him from backstage, mesmerized, just like Yennefer and anyone else looking at Jaskier right now. When his set ends he is sweating, his cheeks flushed, but the audience roars their approval and calling for encores and he bows deeply and flirts as he makes his way out of the stage under a thunder of applause. He’s smiling brightly and Geralt doesn’t say it but he knows Jaskier is thinking the same thing - that was incredible and he’s won.

Doesn’t mean people shall leave this place without remembering performance of The Witchers, because they’re damned good. The audience is going to see two very different genres of music and two very different performances tonight and Jaskier will appeal to some and The Witchers to some others. The public also gets a vote.

It’s the matter of a few minutes to set the stage and then it’s their turn. The atmosphere immediately grows darker, the lights fading out. Eskel and Lambert start the first song, Ignite, with the drums and bass and then Yennefer’s melodious voice gradually joins in like the veil of an angel cast from the shadows. The lyrics are Geralt’s and Eskel’s work (Eskel just has a way with words, must be all that poetry he reads) and talk about resilience and the ability to ‘come back to life’ when one has lost everything.

It’s a heavy subject but the beat is good, Geralt and Yen’s voices powerful, and the whole room is electrified. They have fans here, old and new, who shout at the top of their lungs the lyrics as they sing and Geralt briefly spots Ciri in the crowd, dancing along and grinning up at her father with stars in her eyes.

After that comes Aard, with an incredible solo by Lambert, and then Yrden -- Yennefer’s time to shine. The performance goes very well, and the multiple light and fire effects on stage add to the wow effect of it all.

When they’re almost done the crowd goes absolutely wild, screaming and shouting and applauding. Some are even crying. Yennefer gets close to the edge of the stage and touches a few outstretched hands as she holds that final note, and Geralt grins at Lambert, who nods and they both take off their shirts (Eskel rolls his eyes) and throw them in the public to screams and whistles. Yennefer throws her empty water bottle to a lucky guy who holds it like it’s the holy grail, awed and struck dumb.

They perform one last song, a bit calmer and quieter but no less remarkable, and then finally bow and leave as the curtain closes.

Jaskier grins at them and hands out a new water bottle to Geralt. “That was amazing,” he says sincerely. “I got goosebumps all over, I’m still shaking.”

They can hear the showman telling people to vote while the jury deliberates and, after fifteen good minutes, they are all called back onstage. Geralt puts on another t-shirt. Lambert doesn’t and walks out there with a feral grin.

The tension is high and near unbearable as they wait for the final deliberations.

Finally the presenter calls Regis and Detlaff onstage. Regis holds a single golden enveloppe in his hand. They wave to the crowd, thank them for coming here tonight, say it was difficult to make a choice, yada yada. Yennefer’s biting her lips, Lambert is standing ramrod straight, and Jaskier is flexing his hand.

“And the winner is... Jaskier!”

“Oh, fuck,” Jaskier says aloud, and then, “Wait, what? No!”

And Geralt knew but it still hurts, it feels like he’s failed his band again --

The crowd is wild but Regis holds up a hand. “If you’d let me finish,” he says calmly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Yes, Jaskier, congratulations for winning this competition. You have a lot of potential, and I think everyone here saw that. However...”

“... However,” he continues, “I believe everyone will agree with me here when I say The Witchers more than deserve to win.” There are screams of agreement. “Your performance here tonight was astounding, Geralt, everyone -- you blew us all away. Even the emperor, who yes, dear audience, is with us tonight. Up there.” A stagehand shines a spotlight to where Regis is pointing. There indeed sits emperor Emyr var Emreis, who stands up and waves under a new thunder of applause. He meets Geralt’s eyes and gives a nod, smiling. Geralt feels like he’s dreaming.

“Which is why...” Regis has to raise his voice even with a mic. “Which is why The Witchers will still get signed under ampire Records; and as for you, Jaskier, we offer Oxenfurt Records on a silver platter. I am good friends with the CEO and she has noticed you. Countess de Stael, if you please?

As a gorgeous blond woman rises from the high seats and makes her way down, the world suddenly comes into focus around Geralt.

The noise is deafening. Regis is smiling smugly as if he knew this was how it would go the whole time. Lambert is cheering and hugging Eskel and Cohen is repeating well fuck me on a loop, and then Aiden is grabbing Lambert by the scruff of his neck and bringing him center stage and getting down on one knee in front of him and oh my god.

“Oh my god,” Jaskier echoes, and he’s crying.

It’s all so much.

Geralt might be crying too.

And Ciri.

And Yen, though she’d never admit it.

And everything is fine.

#the witcher #the witcher 3 #band au #jaskier #geralt of rivia #aiden x lambert #yennefer of vengerberg #eskel #lambert #my fic

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giingers · 5 years

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The Worst of Nightmares (part one)

Request: Omg can I request one where the reader gets shot and bleeds in Tommy’s arms

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Tag list: @peachy-aisha @crazyonesarethebest @peachyblinderss @spaghettirogers @mclfoybaby

Enjoy guys! This is loosely based off of S2 EP5 but I’ve changed it around to suit the story.

“Love is the most beautiful of dreams and the worst of nightmares” - William Shakespeare

The rushing of his blood that coursed through his veins, the thumping echo of his heartbeat and the erratic breaths that fell from his chapped, dried up lips were the only sounds he could hear. Arthur was screaming nonsense at him while Aunt Pol cried from where she had thrown herself onto her knees but he couldn’t focus on any of them. He couldn’t even focus on the figure of his mother who had suddenly appeared in the dark corner where John now paced up and down. His brother didn’t even seem to notice her, but Tommy could see how she stood there, pale and unmoving, with the glow of the flames that now engulfed The Garrison flickering across her ghostly skin.

Where had she come from? Why was she here? She was dead wasn’t she? But he couldn’t answer those questions. Not when the most almighty chaos had just reigned down on his family. His eyes that had scanned his surroundings momentarily, now came to rest on the horrific sight that had caused so much destruction to his family.

You were in his arms, bleeding and frozen by the icy kiss of death. Your face was pale and your eyes were closed and no matter how much he had screamed your name he knew you were gone. He had ran so hard to get to you but when he had rounded the corner and saw the pub up in flames and your lifeless, bloodied body lying in the middle of the road he knew he’d lost you.

Get help! He had screamed loudly at his family, his throat scratching itself hoarse and his eyes filling with tears but it seemed none of them had been listening. He looked at you and through his blurry vision he could make out the outline of the deep scarlet patch that was soaking through your coat. His hands were slick with blood as he held you, he could feel it pouring out of the wound and through the wool of your coat to stain his hands.

How had it come to this? How had he let you die? It was all his fault.

“Tommy” he heard a voice say softly and he stiffened from where he knelt on the ground. His eyes flickered from your figure to land on the ghostly shadow of his mother who now was walking towards him with outstretched hands.

“Tommy” she said again softly “let her go, I’ll take care of her”

“No!” he almost screamed at her “I won’t let you take her”

Her eyes were piercing and they stared into his as she knelt down beside him, her cold dead hands taking his face. He hadn’t looked into his mothers eyes since he was a child, and despite the fact he was holding your dead body in his arms he felt some sort of comfort. He knew then and there that if his mother was taking you, then he’d end his own life shortly afterwards.

“Tommy, my darling boy” his mother told him gently as she stroked his face “wake up”

A jolt went through his body that was sharp and electric, and with it his eyes opened widely only to squeeze themselves shut again when the morning sun beamed harshly in the window. He was in a bed- of that he was certain as he began to familiarise himself with his surroundings. He was lying flat on his stomach and his face was pressed deeply against the pillow, and he was aware of the softest scratching at his back.

He turned around with a groan, his mind still whirling from the dream he had just woken up from. It hadn’t been the first time he’d had it either, and for the past month it had plagued him relentlessly each time he closed his eyes. Each time he dreamt it, it was always the same. You were dead, The Garrison was in flames and somehow his mother had been allowed to resurrect momentarily just to bring you with her.

All thoughts of his nightmare vanished from his mind at the sight of you as he turned over. His eyes met yours and your hand that you had been using to trace patterns on his naked back now came to his face. He sighed as your cool fingertips traced along his stubbly jaw and up towards the shaved velvety hair at the back of his head, each touch causing the nightmare to remain in the past.

“Morning” your voice was almost a whisper, but a croaky one at that, and Tommy smiled to himself as he shuffled closer to you under the warm covers.

“Morning, my love” he let a rough hand come to your soft face, and began to trace your features just like you were doing to him. Your hair was a perfect mess, now temporarily moulded into a tangle of knots that Tommy’s hands had created last night as he’d gripped the tendrils during the height of pleasure.

He thought then how bitter it was to love you so much and spend a night in your arms, only for it to be shattered by the cruellest of imaginings. It was almost like god himself was trying to persecute him. Thomas Shelby could never be fully happy. Some terrible act of violence always had to turn his happiness into prolonged misery.

“Did you dream again?” you asked him softly, a finger tracing under his eyes where Tommy was sure the evidence of his nightmares lay. He frowned a little, making a deep line appear near his forehead but your nimble finger only soothed it out with your touch.

“Yeah, I did” he sighed and now it was your turn to frown as you took in how tired he really looked. His skin was normally a placid ivory but now it looked like a deathly white with no blushing undertones at all.

“Was it the dream about your mother?” you asked him softly and he felt his heart twitch beneath his rib cage. He’d awoken many nights before with the horrific image of your dead body swimming behind his eyelids, but instead of voicing aloud the depiction of his nightmare he instead chose to tell you he had been dreaming of his deceased mother. Only a half lie, he told himself, and a half truth.

“Yeah, it was the dream about my mother” he spoke with a sigh as he pulled you closer to him under the covers. The warmth that was radiating from you was tangible, and he felt his heart thrum contently within his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist. A gentle kiss was pressed against his bare chest and Tommy let himself melt into your body, allowing himself to be consumed by comfort and by the thought that for now you were safe within his arms.

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The Garrison was eerie and still without the hustle and bustle of the usual rambunctious pub goers. There was no heavy clouds of dense tobacco smoke that swirled through the air or the sounds of clinking bottles and glasses. For most of the evening there had just been silence and calm for once, yet you now polluted the quiet with the soft threading of your feet and the jingle of keys as you made your way to the front door.

You had stayed behind for the evening to do some book work that Tommy had wanted you to do, trusting you to get it done before anyone else. You thought of him now as you stepped outside and shut the heavy door with a bang, the night time air chilling you under your clothes. You pulled your coat tightly around yourself and let a small huff out that made the air turn icy as it left your mouth, your eyes scanning the dark for the figure of your husband.

He was meant to meet you here and walk home like he had promised you under the covers in bed this morning but so far there was no sign of him. You just stood under the doorway and waited, your arms folded tight to keep in any warmth that you managed to contain and your eyes cast towards your feet.

Minutes upon minutes passed before you heard the voice. But it was not Tommy’s.

“Mrs Shelby?” the voice was clear and demanding, and your eyes jumped up to meet the shadowy figure that was getting closer to you. You felt your heart skip a beat when the man got closer, his face now half illuminated in the glow of the moon and half shadowed in the obsidian curtain of darkness that surrounded you both. His eyes were hooded and dark and they bored into you with a glare that you could only describe as venomous.

“Yes?” your voice was strangely calm despite the fact you were now feeling an undeniable fear. You’d nothing to fear though, right? Everyone knew who you were around these parts. The man had addressed you by your married name, and no one dared mess with a Shelby. Right?

“Sabini sends his regards”

The gun was drawn before you could even take another breath, and your eyes widened in fear as it was pointed at you- glinting dangerously in the moonlight. The sound that reverberated off every surface surrounding you was deafening and you shut your eyes tightly as you awaited the impact.

Naivety came before logic however, and for a solid minute your mind began to convince itself you weren’t wounded. But when a shaking hand came to clutch your side and came away covered in scarlet red any doubts began to trickle away. You swayed a little on your feet and threw a hand against the cold stone of the pub, but the pain was coming fast now like a horrific and stifling wave. It was like your body was ripping itself apart from the inside out and the hand that was gripping the wall faltered and before you knew it the ground was getting closer and closer until you were lying on your back.

The man who had just shot you was gone, you could barely hear his running footsteps in the distance, but his words rang loudly in your head. Sabini sends his regards.

Those words rang around in your head as you lay on the cold ground, nothing but the dark solitude and stony silence to keep you company. The world was dismal and quiet in that moment, and it became even darker as your eyes began to close.

#tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby imagine #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fic

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thepineapplejuicer · 5 years

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Z nation fanfic- Z Fighter Part 3 is now up after so long (None of the Znation characters belong to me, only Maren) (gif not mine) honestly want to go back to this fanfiction I was writing. But I really want to pair Maren up with the shows new character, Georgia St. Claire because she stole my heart. “So you’re the savior?” I ask, holding back a laugh as I stare at Murphy. He glares at me as I look up and down trying to find something decent to say. I give up and smile, “Honestly I imagined someone, well, less like you.” He leans up to Warren as she drives, “Can we please stick her in the back?” I glance at Cassandra, catching a giggle from her, I mouth quietly, “He told on me.” “I heard that.” Murphy turns. “You two play nice.” Charlie chuckles, not bothering to turn around. Its quiet for a moment until Charlie speaks up again, “If we find a working radio we can try to contact that citizen Z guy again.” “Citizen Z guy?” I ask without thinking. “He’s some kind of NASA worker or something. He is helping us get Murphy to California.” Warren explains. Murphy interrupts me before I speak as he says sarcastically, “Ah Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love.” He leans over me to the window, pointing out two male Zombies tearing apart a body. I groan in disgust as we drive past them. I am genuinely surprised and comforted when I notice that none of them cry or jump to save the victim, glad to see that they are sensible people. “Is that?-” Warren trails off as she looks to the side slowing down the truck. Charlie and her exit and some of us smile as we see the Liberty bell strapped onto the bed of a truck. “Is that really the liberty bell?” Mack yells out. Doc jumps out from the trunk, awe-stricken, “Three years of the zombie apocalypse and you think you’ve seen everything.” Murphy leans over me, pushing half his body out the window and pulling some of my hair with him. “OW!” I say angry and annoyed only to be ignored. He groans as he lets his arms hang on the side of the truck, “Who cares? Let’s go!” “Hang on, the thing might still have gas.” “try not to blow it up like Jersey.” Charlie laughs. I look at Cassandra with frightened eyes, “wait… don’t tell me that explosion was you guys-” She gives me a hesitated, regretful smile before I can finish. I look back out the window, trying to see passed Murphy’s big head, “so glad I came along.” I sigh. We wait as warren checks the gas tank of the white truck. “Its loaded up, we can have some of the others ride in here so they aren’t out in the open like that.” Warren speaks to Charlie more than the rest of us, consulting in the middle of the road. “Amen for that!” Doc points at the bell, “99% of the human race dead, but there is still some jackass out there with a spray can.” Doc shakes his head, disappointed. Everyone stares at the bell, not noticing when Warren opens the door to the truck. Growling surprises everyone and a zombie launches itself toward Warren. Suddenly a small whistle comes from behind the truck. I turn to see 10k with a slingshot and then back at the z, now dead in the seat. “one thousand seventy-five.” he smiles. “Wow,” I whisper, hoping no one heard my praise. “Please don’t tell me that turned you on or anything.” Murphy groans as he puts his weight on my thighs. “Murphy! You ride in here with Warren and me.” Charlie calls out. “Thank god.” I groan, opening the door to push him out the truck. He lands on the ground with a cry and is pulled up by Doc. Murphy comes up to the window, staring at me coldly, “You wanna fight or something?” My smile fades and I become defensive, “Boy, I will beat yo ass.” he is pulled back by doc, “I’m not an expert or anything, but probably not smart to mess with a professional kickboxer.” he whispers to Murphy. ***************************************** Doc speeds behind Warren, glancing at 10k every so often. I can’t help but glance at him either as I am squished in the back seat with Cassandra, Mack, and Addy. “So can you really kill someone with just your hands?” Addy asks me. “I was kind of trained to.” Suddenly the truck swerves and a small car almost collides into us. I hold myself steady with the safety handle above me and the cushion of the driver’s seat, feeling the weight of everyone slide on my arm. Doc swerves before stopping and we watch as the others skid in front of us, The Liberty Bell snapping off the cables plummeting down the road. It bounced heavily on the ground and leaves a blood trail as it smashes through every Z in its path. I stare at a pair of legs staying in one place before toppling over each other. “I’d pay money to see that again!” Doc shouts with a smile on his face. I’ll admit, as gruesome as it looked it was awesome. “Everyone in the truck,” Warren yells. Once again we are all in the same truck, but we only drive a little while longer before stopping again. We all sit in the back of the trunk, warren handing out Twinkies and snowballs. I’m not really listening to any of them talking, but when I look up I have to giggle as I see 10k shove an entire Twinkie in his mouth. “that’s the last of the food.” Warren announces. “We need to split up and look for food and water.” Charlie starts talking, but I zone out when the others do. “Doc you take 10k, Cassandra and Maren to look for food.” I perk up when I hear my name and scramble a bit when everyone splits up. *************** “You’ve never seen porn?!” I hear Doc yell in disbelief trying to hold up the satellite on the side of the building. I turn to 10k who looked slightly embarrassed but was still focused on disfiguring the satellite dish.  “Is it good?” He asks.  Cassandra and I exchange a look as Doc answers enthusiastically, “Uh, yeah!” 10k looks at us for reassurance, “Meh.” Cassandra and I answer in unison.  10k laughs a bit and returns to the satellite.  “I’m going to go look for food while you two figure out…”  I stop realizing their struggling has their full attention. “Whatever you are trying to do.” I finish. “Want company?” Cassandra asks. “Nah I’ll be quick, plus, someone has to look after these two.” I walk down the street, taking one last look at Cassandra. She seems jumpy, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t curious about why she was so defensive about stopping in Philly. She hasn’t stopped looking around or fidgeting with her clothing. The way she is acting reminds me of when I first escaped.  I continue down the street, reminding myself that I had enough to worry about, I don’t need someone else’s problems either. “I’m just catching a ride,” I say to myself. After rummaging through dusty, cryptic stores I put the food I had been able to salvage into the middle of my jean jacket and tie the arms, creating a makeshift bag. I look at the packaging and remember how they used to be lined up at stores and handed out in schools, things like peanut butter crackers, canned corn, and ramen noodle packets. Taking an estimated guess at how long I’d been gone I begin to walk back to the others.  The air is quiet. But a familiar smell beckons me to stop. Something rolls along the rocks behind me, slow and eerie. I turn and see a bottle come to a stop about 10 feet from me. The bottle’s label is filthy and peeling away. To take a closer look I swing my makeshift “bag” over my shoulder and lean over. Maybe it was a Z? The smell of oil and gas push me away and that’s when I see it. Backing away, I’m trying incredibly hard not to make any noise. The alley beside the bottle began to illuminate from a match, revealing several shadows. I glance back at the bottle and follow the trail of oily substance all the way into the building to my left.  I continue to back away slowly before they realize- “Shit” I sigh as I see a shadowed hand drop the match into the oil.  I grunt as I push my self to run down the street, the fire spreading wildly into the building. An explosion sends my hair forward and numbs my ears. I stop as I hear a high pitch ringing.  I try to turn, but all I do is run. No matter how badly I want to turn around I just keep running.  I hold the jacket bag tightly sprinting away from the explosion until my body rams into something hard and solid, arms wrapping around me. I can’t tell who it is even by their voice yelling my name. The ringing won’t go away and my entire vision is blurred. It isn’t until I see familiar blue eyes and blonde hair that I lean into his chest. “Maren?! Have you seen Addy?!” Mack yells. I try to shake away my disoriented vision, “Addy? What, what are you talking about?” I turn before he answers.  How long have I been running? “Addy! I can’t find her!” He becomes hysterical and drags me by the arm.  Did he not hear the explosion? How far was I? I can’t stop asking myself questions, but the one on repeat is: how am I still standing? I look back up and see Warren, Charlie, and Murphy.  “There you are!” “Addy’s gone!” “What?!” I’m not paying attention to who is saying what, instead I lean on the truck, my head looking down. “Uh, I think Rocky is gonna go down.” I hear Murphy say as he steps away from me. “What is going on?!” I look up and see Doc and 10k making their way toward us, “Maren? Girl, where’d you go? Wait, Cassandra is not with you ?” “Addy’s missing too!” I try to look at them in order to match faces to words, but I just end up falling to the ground, Charlie catching me before I hit the pavement.  He sits me slowly down by the wheel of the truck and steps back.  “Maren?” He asks, but his voice is muffled. “Maren!”  “I hear you,” I say, unsure if I whispered or screamed. Charlie hands me his water and puts it up to my lips. I take two gulps before he asks, “What happened?” “What happened was that Addy-” “Mack, just wait for a second!” Charlie shouts and turns his attention to me again. I see Warren begin to comfort Mack and watch as he pulls out Addy’s mini video camera.  My eyes are pulled back to Charlie and he puts his fingers on my chin and examines me.  “I-” The words are severed from my throat as Cassandra runs up to the truck.  “Hey, sorry I was out-” she’s cut off as Mack’s eyes go from worry to bloodthirsty. “What the hell did you do?” He asks grabbing her arm and shows her the video camera footage. “Aren’t those more of you biker buddies from Jersey?”  Cassandra looks like a deer in headlights and the moment Mack loosens his grip she books it into an alley. I try to get up but am kept down my Charlie. He stumbles up, “Doc, take a look at her!” I watch as Charlie runs behind Warren and Mack, chancing terrified Cassandra. Everything still looks fuzzy and a white blur coats everything I see. Doc leans down in front of me calling out for 10k. He hands him the first aid pack and shifts around for a cotton swab. “I’m just going to stop the bleeding.” He reassures me. Wait. Bleeding? Did I fall?  He isn’t answering me and I start to panic that I can’t speak.  “Doc!” I finally blurt out in need of answers  “One sec, kid!” I sit patiently, not even feeling pain where he is treating me on the side of my forehead.  “Okay. Can you hear me?” he says that my eardrums pop and begin going back to normal. I nod my head and stay on the ground longer. “What the hell happened to you?”  I look down the street and at 10k, panic in my eyes. Even though I didn’t answer I knew. I knew exactly what happened and why. I know who’s watching. I know whose waiting.

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barbika1508 · 5 years

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The awakening (Demon! Yoongi x Reader/ Smut)

Part 3

Word Count: 10k

Genre: Demon! BTS, Demon Au, Prince Au, Angst, Romance, Smut

Pairing: Demon! Yoongi x Reader

Character appearance: Park Jimin, Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Jung Hoseok, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jeongguk

Warnings: Cursing, Graphic violence // Oral, Sexy times

Authors Note: The spacing, and the words written in Italic means it’s a flashback/ memory.

Summary: Y/N is a mere human, who one day unsuspectingly fell into hell. And not just a random part of hell or the top level, no she fell right inside the mansion where the prince of darkness lives. Instead of casting her back to earth, or imprison her because it’s hell after all he decides to spare her life. But the prince of darkness who may be the most powerful demon to walk to earth and rule hell, still is a growing young man who has to face all types of threats. Maybe she is one too?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 (The End)

Oh, I don’t want to be here. Ohhh noooooo I don’t want to see that, just…oh bljekk, ew no. Is he really going to…ah yep he’s cutting into the dude’s throat nope…don’t throw up Y/N, don’t…oh man the gurgling noises are even worse ewwwwwww. Lunch stay down, please don’t throw up and make an ever-bigger fool of yourself, again. Ew, nope, ah...I burp involuntarily hiding it with a fake cough, letting my head hang low for the moment, eyes closing, as I run my tongue over my teeth. There’s nothing in your mouth Y/N no need for the gag reflex to be triggered so much…oh great more sounds of chocking. Chocking on his own bl-bloo-d.

I glance to my left towards the throne, and the still unphased prince who only has raised an eyebrow. There’s Namjoon standing on his left side with an emotionless expression as well, staring at what’s happening before them.

I dare a glance forward and fuck no that’s so much blood. Fuck this. Hey do you wanna do something fun? Yes Yoongi of course. Fucking bastard I didn’t think beheading someone was a fun thing to watch and well in Taehyung’s case do.

Another louder gurgle echoes around, Tae’s deep voice asking the same question he has been ever since this whole torture thing started. But the pain evident in the noises the lesser demon is letting out are enough to flip my stomach. And I though it was under control. But nope. Without saying anything to anyone I stand up, ignoring the eyes that immediately turn and focus onto me and make my way quickly, towards the door I was lead through not even half an hour ago.

Okay to rough, I grab onto the handle to hard and stumble over my own two feet as I jump into the narrow hallway leaving the throne room behind me. Quickly shutting the door behind me, the noises are cut off finally and I feel as if I can take a deep breath in relief.

Looking left and right, nobody is in sight. I eagerly step away from the doors, hearing a scream. An unpleasant shiver runs down my spine, making me shake my head as I march over to the giant windows, that show the gardens on the west side of the palace. The skies are still stretching out in trademark darkness, with a hint of red unlike the night sky that’s dark blue. We’re in hell, after all no light like the sun can be expected to shine here. Expect the pits of hell I’ve heard that there’s light there, as its literally fire and lava. Makes sense as it’s the centre of earth. Doh. Logic. And science too. Besides demons and angels actually existing which makes the whole science thing question itself. But that’s not my mystery to discover, or to question too much.

I offer a smile as I met kind brown eyes, Hoseok grinning widely raising his hand as he waves to me from the garden having stopped for a moment, with picking flowers. Why he’s doing that in the first place beats me, but only now I realize the flowers are alive. Huh. I wave back, hiccupping still feeling a bit nauseous, which has me huffing a moment later as he turns his back to me returning to his task. The whispers are back in my earshot, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I turn around another hiccup coming up, which luckly can be masked as a jump of surprise as I see Yoongi soundlessly close the door after himself.

‘’Are you alright?’’’ he asks the emotionless expression morphing into one of concern.

‘’Peachy.’’ I reply lying through my teeth which has him immediately frowning as he makes his way towards me ‘’Just had this urge to, look at the garden. Didn’t even realize till now that the flowers are actually alive!’’ I point out hoping it’s going to distract him.

He hums, pose straightening up as he stops to stand right next to me, the whispers calming down and quieting ‘’Human’s have always had a way of depicting things to their liking.’’ He starts a smile raising over his lips, eyes darting onto me.

The side of my mouth raises as I nod ‘’We also don’t learn from our mistakes much.’’ I point out, flinching as a shout rings out from the throne room, but gets cut off abruptly. Its not hard to imagine what happened to the poor guy, but it’s my imagination that makes it 100x worse than it has to be.

I’m quick to turn around to face the garden, my heavy breathing noticeable in the quiet that’s surrounding us ‘’Would you like to go for a walk?’’ comes a question. Unlike most folks here I look at him daringly into his eyes, expression sincere. There’s nothing implying that he’s mocking me or having a laugh. Only softy features, and kind eyes.

Its still nagging me, this whole mystery that he’s enwrapped into. At least to me. I feel as if he’s an open book, but at the same time I can’t read him.

‘’Don’t you…’’ a hiccup raises up my throat as well as some acid that I mask with a cough again ‘’Ah I’m sorry. Don’t you have royal duties to be present at?’’ I go on covering my mouth with my hand as he takes a step even closer, his eyes piercing right through me.

‘’It’s Monday. Namjoon can handle the lesser demons.’’ He replies raising a hand up in offering. He has again a soft smile on, lips enticing.

I manage a faint nod, accepting his hand which yet again to my surprise is warm. The first time he was icy cold, I’ll never forget the sensation. And yet whenever he touches me now, even brushes his finger against my cheek to brush away a strand of hair, he’s warm. It gets me giddy every time he does touch me, because a sense of security settles over me. I feel as if nothing bad can happen with him, and yes that is so cliché and overused, but I feel like before my amnesia I didn’t feel safe much. My body indicates that, as my muscle memory sometimes makes me do odd things. Defensive ones most of the times, as the fight ones (fight or flight response) I’ve only experienced two times when a demon threatened the prince. I wanted to slit his throat which is gruesome and oddly specific if you think about it. And yet I know I could do it with my own hands without batting an eye.

‘’Okay let’s go.’’ I breathe in shakily and tug him forward instead. He jumps after me in surprise but honey chuckles fill out the eeriness of the palace, which is usually cold and void. That’s my feeling, he on the other hand knows where everyone is at all times thanks to his shadows.

‘’Y/N.’’ He speaks up making me realize he’s walking with a slower pace, which has me bowing my head down in embarrassment and also trying to hide away the blush as well, while I fall back into step with him.

‘’Sorry.’’ I mumble turning left into another corridor as he silently leads us, noticeably taking a step closer to walk right next to me.

‘’Are you sure you’re feeling well??? I don’t mean to be unkind, but you seem rather pale.’’ He comments taking two steps in front of me making sure I stop for sure which only startles me, as I almost walk into him being my clumsy self.

‘’Ah I’m fine. Maybe the corset of this dress is a bit to thigh.’’ A half lie. I’m comfortable enough while standing its only when I have to sit down that breathing is slightly an issue. His eyes dart down taking my figure in, curses spilling in my mind at myself. Now he’s checking me out and this isn’t even the best piece of clothing in the closet. Great.

‘’We should…’’

‘’Nahh it’s fine. All good. I wanna see the flowers. So please lead the way.’’

‘’You are a very stubborn human. Has anyone ever told you that?’’

I grin instead as he opens a door which I though was a window, but I step outside not marvelling at the secret ‘’Many times, by many people.’’ His smile makes my heart flutter, before my nose gets assaulted by the smell of flowers which are potted in pots hanging over the railings of the balcony. And hell is supposed to be a bad place. Certainly not bad with having the prince of darkness for company, who wouldn’t have taught I’d find myself here one day huh?

I’ve always liked flowers, even if it’s another cliché thing. Or not, I mean I can still be a girl and like flowers it doesn’t make me cheesy or anything. But I always did pick flowery scents over all others, maybe that’s why when I stumbled upon Yoongi out of all the boys, he was the one that pulled me in the most. Because he smelled like flowers, having spent that same afternoon in the gardens. I’m not surprised at all once I open my eyes for them to land not on the flowers themselves but on the man, who holds my heart and soul and who has made me pull back my thorns allowing him in.

He has his head slumped forward in an awkward angle as he’s situated on the armchair which he must have dragged across the whole room, just to sit next to me. I smile at how ridiculous he is as I’m comfortably laid in the middle of his king-sized bed, where there’s plenty of room for him to have laid down properly. I’d welcome it even. Even though I’m covered with a thick duvet and fresh sheets I feel cold, a shiver running over me unpleasantly after the thought.

But as my brain wakes slowly, so does my body and the first thing I notice is something holding onto my right hand. Looking down, his fingers are loosely intertwined with my own. So that’s why he’s half slumped. I try readjusting myself but a sharp pain crosses through my whole body enlightening 3 spots specifically. Chest, hip and hand. Given that my hands are out I glance at my left one not feeling much strength in it. It’s all bandaged up and moving my fingers is a bad idea as it brings pain and wounded sounds to leave my lips which I bite into to keep silent. My eyes dart onto the prince but he only shifts, a frown settling onto his soft features.

There are dark bags under his eyes, clothes slightly wrinkled and I bet he’s going to be so sore when he wakes up from the awkward position he has put himself into. Ah Yoongi…

‘’You are terrible at acting.’’ I find myself speaking out loud lips stretching into a smile ‘’Truly awful. An then I’m considered being a bad liar.’’ The statement brings a smile to his lips the illusion completely broken, hence why he opens his eyes and looks up at me, hair falling into his face.

‘’You are a bad liar. The worst.’’ His voice seems slightly gruff as if he has been screaming to much. I only click my tongue instead and close my eyes.

‘’Meanie.’’ I mumble feeling his hand tighten around my own, and feel him shift around.

‘’Just speaking the truth.’’ He goes on sounding amused prompting me to look at him now from curiosity. He leans onto the left side of the armchair to be closer, pose straightening up, but I still think he’s going to feel sore.

‘’Why aren’t you lying here with me? There’s plenty of space!’’ I point out immediately ‘’Also what happened? Did I fall or something?’’ I ask raising my left arm, examining the bandage spotting a light patch which I think is blood on top of my hand. A memory flashes before my eyes, of me staring down at an arrow sticking from my hand, dark blood dripping around the wound. Ouch. I feel the pain ghosting over, and it’s not pleasant.

He straightens up more concern again washing over his features ‘’How much do you remember?’’ he asks voice gentler than usual.

I try and think what’s the last thing I remember but I’m blanking out, some weird flashes crossing my mind ‘’A nightmare?’’ I ask ‘’The sky was bloody red, that’s how its panted in my memory and the wind whistling…something whistling and shouting…’’ I go on my head starting to gradually hurt ‘’And then…blood?’’ I glance down at my left hand again shifting wanting to raise up but he’s quick moving in, hands careful as he presses his fingers gently onto my shoulders pushing me back down.

‘’Don’t get up, just lie still alright?’’ he goes on making sure I’m lying down properly again ‘’What else do you remember?’’ he prods on, sitting on the bed at least hand finding my own once more. It’s comforting his closeness, but also the reassurance is kind of not necessarily scaring me but it’s making me worried that he’s not telling me something important.

‘’I…’’ I start and close my eyes frowning as the pain is back. I feel as if something is pounding in my head, banging on my skill trying to pry it open, pressure building ‘’…I c…ah…’’ tears quickly gather in my eyes and spill down my cheeks, chest feeling full but empty. I feel like I’m suffocating slowly and quickly, and like my heart is so full ready to burst, and it’s to much, and there’s to much blood and pain and fear and there’s Yoongi staring at me with mischief written in his eyes, the smirk offering me reassurance but there’s also Yoongi shouting with tears spilling down his porcelain cheeks face contorted into one of pain as he shouts. And he shouts, from the agony and fear.

‘’Hey, hey, hey, hey…Y/N…’’ I can hear him through the haze as I stare back into his beautiful brown eyes, the grey having bleed back to reveal his own dark orbs that always whenever I get the chance to see them I feel like I see into a part of his soul. I feel closer to him ‘’Stop please jagiya, it’s alright don’t think about anything alright focus on me okay, focus on me my voice and my heart beat can you do that…’’ he moves closer propping my upper body up carefully. He tugs my hand making my fingers spread palm pressed firmly against something flat.

There just so much pain he feels, the way his shadows grow around us. They’re basically swallowing the world in they’re wake. Nobody is safe. Whoever hurt him will pay the price. Whoever hurt him I will personally hunt down and rip them limb from limb whoever…

I can feel something thump against my palm ‘’Y/N.’’ he whispers voice sounding broken which has me opening my eyes to look up at him surprised with seeing his eyes filled with tears.

And I look up at him in confusion all the pain and overwhelming emotions and feelings wash away, getting replaced by my own worry towards him ‘’Hey.’’ I whisper ‘’Why are you…’’ but he’s suddenly leaning down, soft lips pressing against my own which renders me stiff at the sudden movement. And its not the first time we’ve kissed it’s just the action that is just surprising. I quickly relax in his hold and return the brush of the lips, letting him slowly and gently lead it, as he prompts himself onto his elbows still holding onto my right hand, bending it near my head not breaking the kiss even once while he manoeuvres us so I’m lying down again and he’s holding himself up keeping his weight off me completely.

This feels right. It feels familiar and feels new, exciting, makes my heart flutter and butterflies raise in my stomach. Even though I know this time it’s different. Despite the tingling in my left hand I raise it up to run my fingers through his jet-black locks which I’ve had only once the pleasure of touching for a brief moment. His hair is as velvety and soft as I’d imagine it would be so I gladly burry my fingers in, sighing contently into the kiss air running thin but who cares. I’m kissing the love of my life.

He always did complain about my stubbornness the most. It has me grinning widely as he sighs clearly annoyed at me breaking the kiss. I chuckle silently while he settles on resting his forehead against my own instead ‘’I win.’’ I whisper gleefully opening my eyes to look at him. Despite the slightly awkward angle, I can see he’s not amused as he’d usual be. He’s keeping his eyes closed not moving away an inch…something is wrong ‘’Hey.’’ I whisper tightening my fingers around his ‘’Yoongi-yah.’’ I try again but it doesn’t get a reaction I’d wish to see. His eyes open, and there are still unshed tears threatening to spill ‘’What’s wrong my love?’’ I continue whispering while he leans a tiny bit back, but keeps himself close, eyes taking me in as if he’s engraving my face into his mind.

‘’I almost lost you.’’ He whispers in return the statement surprising me but I try not letting it show as I bring my hand to the front to cup his cheek, trace it with my thumb gently.

‘’Not possible. I’m too stubborn, aren’t I?’’ I try teasing him but his lower lip only tightens ‘’Hey…’’ I coo again ‘’Please don’t dwell on what might have happened. I’m, here aren’t I? And so are you.’’

But he growls instead, shadows flickering across the room ‘’You’ve been bedridden for a week, almost lost your hand, you’ve lost so much blood I barely got you to wake up, it’s not fine at all. Nothing is fine!!! Its all my fault and my fault alone!!! I should have never let you stay in the f…’’ he stops himself lifting himself up into a sitting position. Its not hard to figure out what the last words mean.

‘’Sorry for being a pest then. It’s not like I wanted to end up in hell…’’

‘’Ah no Y/N…’’

‘’It’s not like I wanted to lose all my memories and who I really am, and just trust demons not even humans with my life and everything. Not like I wished for this to happen, any of this…’’ I start pushing myself up ignoring how my wounds ignite tenfold.

‘’Don’t you dare move, you’re going to open your wounds…’’ he tries to reach out for me but I slap his hand away and continue pushing myself away from him.

‘’It’s not like I wanted to fall in love with you, not like I was ready to give someone let alone the prince of the underworld and darkness my heart, and let myself be bare and vulnerable after what feels like forever just to be his regret, I’m sorry for…’’ he’s quick to pin me back down onto the bed lips crashing against my own. And I do try and fight it, I really do but the pain gets too much, I feel the wounds flaring but also the tears that unwillingly shed and break my resolve.

‘’N-no…get off m-me…’’ I try and break the kiss but he’s not letting me, pinning my arms down and straddling me properly. I can feel shadows simmering around us, feel their touches ghosting over me. And it should be weird, should at least freak me out, should make me scared but I’m not.

Its reassuring that’s what it is. So as if I’m being eased into it, I start to let go...my will shifting...so I let him devour my mouth, kiss turning more passionate and demanding, hands loosening their hold into gentle caresses as he gets closer his body heat warming me up.

‘’You have no idea, how much you mean to me.’’ breaking the kiss he breathes out hands cupping my face eyes honest as well as his expression as he looks at me ‘’No idea how much my heart longs to see your face every second of the day, to see you smile and hear you laugh. See you blush because of something I did, or get you fumbling adorably.’’ And then the tears are spilling down his cheeks landing over my own startling me ‘’I was so scared.’’ His voice goes into a whisper ‘’There is no me anymore. You’re me. You’re my reason for anything and everything.’’

I just stare up at him in disbelief pain flourishing into one of love for him, both emotions coexisting in my heart hurting and soothing me ‘’Seeing you so hurt, and the way you just accepted your destiny…’’ he takes in a sharp breath straightening up a bit expression getting serious ‘’You’re never leaving me! Do you understand that?!’’ the shadows raise up over the walls around the room swallowing the light from the lamps mounted on the walls. Not a trickle of fear appears in me.

‘’I do.’’ I reply which has his nodding firmly.

‘’Never ever!’’ he goes on firmly with a convincing and possessive tone ‘’Because I can’t…I c-can’t without you…’’ his voice breaks and this time around I reach for his hands over my cheeks, and lean up ignoring how every cell in my body protests crippling pain blooming in my chest and hip but it doesn’t matter. I reach up to kiss him, wanting to portray some emotions this way because not everything can be put into words. He’s quick to return it tongue quick to demand entrance. Its filthy and messy but neither of us care.

But the pain does get unbearable, I can only endure so much and the white spots dancing behind my closed eyelids are a good warning, to let go.

Whining into the kiss he’s quick to back away hands wrapping around me ‘’Lie down.’’ He whispers and this time I don’t protest and do as he tells me, watching as he follows right after face hovering inches from my own, eyes still not leaving me ‘’How much in pain are you?’’ he asks instead of asking if I’m in pain at all. It’s just a testament how much he does know me after all.

‘’Bearable. The judges say I’ll live.’’ I reply with a smile but he shakes his head immediately.

‘’Don’t joke about something like that.’’ he almost snarls ducking down pressing a kiss to my cheek and then just continues to trace kisses, hand cupping the other side of my face moving it to his liking.

‘’Touchy.’’ I whisper earning myself a growl in return that has me chuckling. My front brushes with his own, as he has gotten himself comfortable, still hovering over me not yet touching me like I’d like too, meaning he’s holding himself back for some reason ‘’Yoongi-yah…’’ I breathe out wanting to get his attention but he seems engrossed with tracing kisses down my neck, lips ghosting over my ear the sensation making me shudder. Realization crawls upon me, reality making itself present suddenly. It’s happening.

He’s still keeping his distance somewhat, weight shifted of me which still means he is holding himself back. My hands trail up again tugging onto his hair gently getting his attention ‘’Please…’’ I mutter pleadingly his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. I know where his emotions are going to lead him from confusion into panic. So, I cup his face this time, bringing his head closer. His hands that were over my shoulders brace onto the bed, as he complies into my demand and returns my kiss easily.

Getting my right hand free, I urge him by pushing at his shoulder and lift my left leg up with strain but with a clear intent ‘’No, we can’t…’’ he breaks the kiss ready to protest. I’m faster though, sealing our lips back together again.

I start sliding my hands down over the silky shirt he’s wearing, fingers finding the top of the black pants he has on. His skin is exposed as the shirt has ridded up. To my disapointement he’s quicker, hand shothing down catching my wrists and stopping me just as two fingers slide under, to trace against his underwear ‘’Y/N-ah.’’ He speaks in warning glaring at me with darker eyes than usual. I offer a smile in return pecking his lips before he’s moving away ‘’Stop. I know what game you’re playing at and it won’t work.’’

He goes on completely serious while I slump back onto the bed pouting, trying to look adorable as much as I can as I blink even repeatedly ‘’You don’t want me?’’

I shouldn’t be so aroused, but I am at the snarl that leaves from his throat his shadows flaring around the room, making the lights flicker. Only now I notice how they have ‘eaten up’ our surroundings.

‘’You don’t understand how much I want you.’’ My eyes quickly flicker back to meet his own, that are changing into the two silver orbs who would make any mortal and some immortals instantly look away and repent for their sins on spot. But it does things to me. It has the opposite effects. My skin practically tingles, electricity buzzing in the air we breathe. I feel as any kind of move can set spark off which means it will end up blazing into an unstoppable fire. My breath hitches in my throat upon his statement ‘’I want to devour you whole…’’ I pick up on how his shadows which start to whisper voices picking up on a more melodic tone ‘’I want to devour your soul and body, I want to mark you up so every creature in this or other realms will see that you’re mine! You belong to me.’’ By the end of the speech he’s growling, silver irises staring at me with a cold hard gaze but I can see past it, I can see the lust, the want, the need and love dare I say it hidden behind the masked layers he has built in his life time. He had to, to survive. As well as I. But he’s bare before me and that is an enormous difference.

He climbs over my legs and rests in between them the duvet being moved along to reveal my left leg. He’s careful with manoeuvring it to the side and around his hip. Something rustles on the sheet making me panic for a moment, because his hand is touching my thigh the other placed near my head ‘’Shhhh…’’ he gently shushes me my breathing becoming harder at the scare. I glance down seeing a shadow sprouting from him, and how it bends at odd angles that don’t follow the lighting of the lamps. It dips down across the white sheets, over the creases gliding up till my nightdress that has raised upon my leg hanging as it is in the air. I stare how the shadow still whispering softly, raises over the flimsy material of the blue nightgown I’ve been dressed in.

Glancing silently up at Yoongi he has this small smile on his face, staring down at what the shadow is doing. I can see and sense the playful mood he has fallen in to. I gasp upon the brush and feather touch over the wound on my hip the slight pressure lessening ‘’Ah ‘m sorry…’’ he breathes out leaning in, to brush his lips against my own, while I furrow my brow trying to get my breathing under control as it’s still laboured. There’s this anticipation clinging onto me which I can’t figure out exactly why there’s a hint of fear in the first place.

An involuntary whine leaves from between my lips when the touch returns, the wound in pulses spreading the pain, my brain registering it as danger. But his kisses that deepen and hard teeth nipping at my lower lip at some point distracts me completely from feeling how the shadows slither under my back to touch upon the wound on my chest. It does bring a blush to flare up over my cheeks, as the shadows like water seem to ripple around across my bare skin under the flimsy dress which is more of a bother as the shadows room over my skin, earning shivers to shake me when brushing certain points.

With the lack of oxygen, he pulls away licking over my lower lip teasingly which has me trace my own lip after he moves away. The smirk that he sports, makes me feel weak, and quiver at the way he’s looking at me. As if he’s the predator and I am the pray; he’s going to savour this, and absolutely devour me.

‘’So gorgeous…’’ he breathes out sitting up on his knees, spreading his own under me forcing both of my thighs to rest against his, knees bent around him. His right hand is still supporting my left side though, and remarkably the pain is gone. I don’t feel the strain over my hip and chest, only on my left arm where it’s still present ‘’Let’s get this off, I want to see you…’’ he goes on not even waiting for a reply as his long fingers grab the end of the dress. I simply stare how effortless he just splits the clothing in two right down the middle, revealing me all at once. I stare at him with my lips parted, as he makes quick work off tugging the material from under me, all the while his still silvery eyes are darting around over my skin and curves clearly taking me in. The bandages don’t cover much of me up but they do make me feel insecure upon my scarred skin. I have this strong feeling through creeping up on me that he isn’t going to be too bothered by it.

The ghosting touch gets me to tare my eyes away from him regrettably, seeing the shadow that’s not entirely black as it trails over from the top of my shoulder and slithers downwards, over my bicep, elbow, the inside of my forearm, and then pries my fingers gently to open up, while it settles there covering my palm completely but not like the bandage does. Its soothing as if its massaging and chasing the pain away, or maybe taking it from m…

My eyes widen upon the realization, settling onto the prince again who has gone to work over the front buttons of his shirt. My mouth falls closed tongue darting out to lick over my dry lips as he’s staring at me with hooded eyes that are shouting ‘Want’ while the silky material falls open finally, his hands, his long fingers making work of tugging it off. I whine when he starts stalling. The bastard even chuckles and tsks ‘’Patience Y/N-ah, haven’t you learned anything from being with me all this time? Good things come to those who wait.’’

I simply groan and shamelessly run my eyes over his pecks, how smooth his porcelain skin is. There’s not a single mark on him, arms strong and defined, veiny hands and fingers…I already know the capability of them how he can so effortlessly squeez a life out of a demon, but that is nothing compared to what he’s going to show me right now, how capable he really is in this field. His stomach is flat, and his torso lean. He is stronger than he looks. My eyes dart down to his pants, the garment offensive in all the ways.

‘’So I take that you are not a blushing virgin, then are you?’’ he asks out of the blue.

‘’Disappointed??’’ I dare back feeling a tiny bit insecure at his statement. Men do have their weird standards, not much can surprise me in regards of them. Yet I’m left pleasantly surprised upon the smirk that appears on his wine-red lips.

‘’You could never disappoint me Y/N-ah.’’ He replies getting serious once more and lowers himself down slowlyyy still teasing without actually doing anything which is getting torturous on its own. I just want to feel him, and his touches, feel his warmth ‘’Just no dying or leaving.’’ He lowers down finally making me keep in the intake of breath as he presses himself against my lower half where I can feel him properly the panties I got on not doing much to hide anything away ‘’Promise to stay with me.’’ he turns serious hands like I’ve mentioned capable of so many things, cup my face so gently as if I’m made out of glass ready to shatter even at a wrong breath ‘’Promise me that you will never leave me. That you will be mine forever.’’

‘’Forever is a long time.’’ I reply back getting serious too as he gets closer leaning his forehead against my own, thumbs caressing my cheeks.

‘’Not enough amor mea.’’ He whispers lips gently pressing against my forehead.

‘’A millennium?’’ I try which has him shaking his head, lips pressing a kiss between my eyebrows ‘’2 millenniums?’’ I go on with a smirk getting another kiss on my nose this time, and a curl of his lips as well eyes meeting my own so we simply can stare at one another.

‘’Forever.’’ He says simply and stares at me waiting for my answer.

‘’The whole eternity.’’

Instead of a reply, I watch lovestruck how his eyes seem to shine even brighter and a glow emits from him in this strange sense. The shadows settle into a melodic song that’s just all him. I can hear him in the song, they’re muttering playing, singing. And I’m just so enamoured, so entirely bewitched, and entranced with him I…I just…wow.

He leans in sealing the deal with a gentle press of his lips against my own, this kiss alone meaning so much more than all the kisses we exchanged up until now. It breathes life into me, makes my body enlighten, and my soul to sing in return along his melody. My eyes fall closed, sensations overwhelming me as he kisses down my neck, teeth nipping occasionally over my skin. He’s fulfilling his promise, leaving blooming marks in his wake.

So I just let him, even lift and bend my arms above my head to his liking as he maps my body with his tongue, which dips over my collarbone making my fingers wiggle for a moment and smile as I reopen my eyes again only to flush harder as just in the right time, he takes my left nipple in his mouth sucking gently, while his tongue flickers over it making me genuinely gaps in surprise how pleasant it feels.

His eyes seem to bore into me making my head spin. Letting go he licks at the hardened bud as I stare at him like an idiot, having grabbed and now am clinging onto the pillow above me, knuckles brushing against the wood of the headboard, meanwhile my panties are gradually becoming soaked. As his fingers move to play with my left nipple he moves with his mouth onto the right eagerly sucking at it, my body feeling as if someone set a bomb but just lit off the string that leads towards it.

‘’Y-Y-Yoon-ahhh!’’ I hiss as he lets go and starts blowing air gently, the sudden contrast shocking making me clench up. He smirks at my reaction leaning up to only brush his lips against my own.

‘’Tell me.’’ he whispers pressing another solid kiss onto my cheek ‘’What do you want?’’ he whispers directly into my ear, his left hand having found its way from my stomach, down to the panties skipping over the top of them, to dive down middle finger brushing over my lower lips. The grumble emitting from his chest has me blushing from embarrassment because I have a strong feeling that his finger is already wet ‘’C’mon jagiya don’t tell me you’re getting shy on me now?’’

I only huff in response as he leans backwards fingers now properly running up and down my clothed cunt, only briefly brushing over my clit but it’s not nearly enough for anything, except to make me stiffen up for a split second ‘’I’m not.’’ I mumble grinding my teeth together at the fleeting touches. He’s being mean.

‘’Alright then.’’ he chuckles sounding completely delighted ‘’Then tell me what you want.’’

I stare still entranced at the way his hand moves, fingers peeking over the tip of my cunt now and then as he moves it steadily, touch light and unchanging the torturous punishment which I don’t know how and what I did to deserve it dragging out. The slap is sudden making me jump and let out a yelp, the aftermath pleasant once it registers in my brain. I stare at him in disbelief whilst staring dumbfounded at his smile…proper devilish smile that has me fuming, his fingers reaching under the panties over my hips past the bandage. With a simple motion the panties rip, and the shadows actually swallow them leaving me bare. I gape like a fish as he lets go my left leg gently, because the shadows keep it propped up comfortably. He starts to crawl down, pressing fleeting kisses over my chest, my ribs, stomach as he lowers himself down my body.

‘’Fuck you smell good.’’ he curses, making me feel agitated in anticipation, as I feel his fingers spread my lips open ‘’My, my, my.’’ The smirk doesn’t help me to settle down, his eyes even less once I lift my own to meet his which are trained onto my own. I feel my eyes sharpen though which should be concerning but I can’t get bothered seeing him clearer than ever, as his tongue darts out trailing from my hole with fucking precision and all the way up over my clit trailing over the spots that have my fingers and toes curl instantly, body clenching and unclenching as he repeats the motion over and over, but by the 5th lick the jumpiness starts to subdue settling into a pleasant buzz that’s building up.

‘’Fuc-c-k-k-…Yoon-n-g-giii…’’ I manage to get out, chest deflating the shout getting cut off because of it as he lunges at the right moment lips attaching themselves around my clit. It has been throbbing and was left neglected for to long so now I’m almost hyper sensitive and aware of everything he does. But the intense suction is gone, brief enough to allow me to intake some air just enough so I can let out an almost ear-piercing scream, once his tongue starts flickering over it.

‘’FuAHHHHHH!!!’’ I grab at his hair once he gets rougher my hips starting to rock on they’re own. The shadows move and accommodate my leg, just as I feel something prod at my entrance ‘’Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes…’’ I chant feeling cold sweat trickling down from my forehead. His nose scrunches up but he continues moving his tongue as much as he can, but successfully does push one long finger into me without any restraint or resistance. I sigh in relief, when he moves away pulling his finger out but then quickly pushes it back in.

‘’So sweet, jagiya you are so delicious.’’ My jaw clenches the words having an affect on me but I need more and I need it now.

‘’P-Please just…please-e-e…’’ I plead giving him a proper look of desperation. The bastard that he is chuckles nudging another finger in besides the one, stretching me wider open without any burn of uncomfortableness.

‘’Whatever my princess wants.’’ At the nickname I raise my head again to stare at him, seeing the wink before he dives in changing between sucking onto my clit and licking around it teasing me. Thankfully he does give me mercy and at least thrusts his fingers in and out with an unrelenting rhythm.

The whines starts out of the blue, and chant on vocally forming his name, and other things meanwhile, the pleasure he is giving me is simply blinding making my body act on is own rather than me having much control over it. It’s why at one point he flattens his tongue and lets me grind myself against him with no complaint coming from how hard I’m gripping his hair, or how hard I’m moving my hips. I continue to chase my high, getting there rapidly because of the disarming stare. And at the change of his pace quickening up his fingers, he goes to curl them upwards and then with a loud moan that turns into a shout I’m clamping onto him, body tensing in the weird half raised position as the floodgate of absolute bliss gets released.

His hand’s help to lower me down, while my mind is completely overwhelmed and in another dimention is feels like. That state of euphoria washes over me, once I feel kisses getting pressed up over my face again. I automatically smile to his touches, his warmth welcomed as the explosion has now washed into tingles still rippling through me slowly dying down.

When I find the strength, I open my eyes to look up him feeling as if he’s a dream. I sure hope he’s not. His lips are turned up into a fond smile eyes having dulled down into faint silver, despite the shadows which are still very much so present darkening up the room but not enough so that I don’t see him. But I see so much more though…

‘’I love you.’’ I breathe out not even thinking. It feels right.

At first, I get a reward winning smile, the kiss gentle and firm ‘’I love you too.’’ He replies confidently, with a hint of relief. The kiss continues on as we have been deprived of too many kisses in the past specially the last days with the upcoming war and army ready to kill us off. There just wasn’t any time to sneak around for even pecks.

I get quickly aware of an issue, guilt gripping me as I get aware of my selfishness. Even if he’s not saying anything and is being considerate and all like he’s always been it irks me. So, while half focusing on the kiss I attempt to thrust my hips but end up only lulling us. It’s enough to get him to break away with a soft gasp, so I take the chance to let my tongue dart over his plushy lower lip. Grabbing onto his ass I use that to try and move my hips and grind into him from this awkward position as much as I can.

‘’Ah jagiya…’’ he breathes out as I continue moving my hips getting more reactions from him. I want to properly ride him want to show him how much I want and need him, but I think my wounds won’t let me go that far. And neither will he most likely so I settle on keeping quiet and moving as much as I can, starting to feel properly the outline of his dick, the rough fabric of his pants spreading my lower lips. And its so close I’m so close to being able to rub my clit against them but then he’s the one thrusting forward pinning my ass completely down to the bed a huff ghosting over my face. He still smells like mint and flowers ‘’Can you feel…how hard you make me…’’ he emphasizes his words with harsh thrusts that are forcing me to move upwards over the bed, hands shooting up to push myself away from bumping my head into the headboard.

I grin widely feeling pleased and proud of myself for having such an effect on him ‘’It fucking hurts...’’ he growls clearly frustrated ‘’…and its all because of you, only you…’’

I hiss when he nips at my neck harshly on the other side ‘’I’m gonna mark you up, because this is mine to colour into pretty purples and red marks.’’ He proves his point by biting harder making me cry out protest dying in my throat as he starts grinding and rubbing me the right way rendering me breathless again ‘’Mine.’’ He grumbles coming to a stop by thrusting harder than necessary but enough to have me look at him.

‘’You sure you want this?’’ he goes on going completely serious, everything besides his eyes and shadows going void of emotion. Because only I can hear and feel his shadows properly. I can hear what his soul is singing, because being the devil or not, prince of darkness and all that he does have a soul. Even if its tainted it matches my own broken one. His shadows sing what he really feels, from the debts of within him, song fulfilling going intertwined with mine.

I don’t have to answer his ridiculous question. I push myself up brining him into a demanding kiss, hands falling down to the top of his pants that I start pulling. And under my fingers they start to tare the sound filling up the room besides our kissing. He’s quick to help once I fall onto the bed again, wounds aching, his shadows squirming which are still dancing over my skin.

He makes quick work of tearing and pulling his pants off, as well as underwear to which I have to just stare and watch how his cock springs up bobbing against his stomach. Its rosy pink, the tip looking angry. There’s something already wet on it and for a second it makes me wonder if I ruined his pants with how wet I still am, but in the next moment it clicks that it’s precum, which gets confirmed as the pearly white substance leaks out. Before I can do anything else my vision gets obscured as he dives back in kissing and demanding my attention.

He’s smiling into the kiss which has me breaking into giggles for some reason even when I feel him brush against my folds. He doesn’t seem hurried.

‘’What’s so funny?’’ he asks moving his hips the tiniest bit leaning in to playfully bite my chin not pulling on it, soothing it with tiny kisses.

‘’Nothing.’’ I reply back ‘’You were the one smiling.’’ I point out.

‘’I was smiling because you make me happy.’’ He replies back without hesitation which causes me to look at him surprised the confession kind of out of the blue ‘’So insanely happy.’’ I gasp as I feel the head of his cock now prod at my entrance. I glance down as he leans closer head resting against my own. I stare as he holds onto his cock, sliding it up and down teasingly again spreading my wetness onto himself. My resolve is quick to break as I pant, once he prods again, so I let out a growl of my own. It doesn’t compare to his, but it gets his attention chuckles filling the room.

‘’You want me that bad??’’

‘’Mine!’’ I reply possessively seeing his unmarked skin, grabbing him around his torso and tug him downwards. He goes along huffing in surprise but doesn’t comment as I latch my lips onto his neck, biting hard into his shoulder. He hisses because of it so I let go to press kisses over the mark before continuing my way upwards leaving marks of my own behind ‘’As much as you think I’m yours, which I am…’’ the growl dies down quickly ‘’You’re also mine. And nobody can touch you, approach you, or dare to even look at anymore. You belong to me and me alone.’’ I grab gently under his chin brining his face closer, the tip of his cock sinking into me ‘’Body, and soul.’’ I feel something shift, a flood of emotions and memories fill up my mind. But I push those away, aware of my anaesthesia breaking, but it’s not important. He’s the only important thing right now.

His silvery eyes meet my own which have probably bleed into crimson red colour. I can feel my power as it is tingling on my fingertips his shadows are an indicator that they have awakened as they crowd closer around us, ghosting over his skin more noticeably.

With a growl he leans in forcing my head to lie back against the pillow. His body moves without words, as he sinks into me quickly meting no resistance. But the intrusion does make me gasp at the sensation, of being so full, and feeling like we are one. It ignites a fire within me that is instant to spread out of control almost.

I feel it on my fingertips, see how it appears right before my eyes, my hands settled over his shoulders. He spares it a glance, shadows shimmering in distress visibly for a moment until they settle into calmnmess his gaze landing onto me once more with a calculating look settling in his eyes for a moment.

‘’Mine.’’ He simply says and then pulls out, and thrust back. The fire I feel spreads down my forearms more ablaze than ever. Yoongi looks and remains completrly unphased starting up a slow but firm rhythm, pushing me upwards with each thrust that is getting harder but so pleasurable. Letting go of him I reach up to hold myself down, hands pressed flat against the wood.

The shadow that was wrapped around my wounded arm this whole-time trails back, leaving my hand alone as well as the pain that remains at bay. A particularly hard thrust has me moaning, twisting my head back, exposing my neck to him which he dives in eagerly, lips and teeth tracing all over. Glancing at my hands that are braced against the wooden headboard, my left one feels fine. It feels as it no damage was ever caused. Looking down again I raise my eyebrows ready to plead again for him to go faster. He stops moving completely but simply to readjusts himself into a sitting position onto his knees. He pulls my legs along settling them over his shoulders.

My hip doesn’t hurt anymore it’s why his shadow pulls way while the fire trickles down, over my chest. It is acting like a liquid without an actual blazing flame. The liquid does variate from blue to green colours. Its like molten lava but much more dangerous.

A high pitch moan leaves my throat as the angle shifts, and the way he’s thrusting now has me seeing sparks, going off in the air around us as I feel how his cock drags across my walls properly, giving me everything I need. I force my eyes to remain open with great difficulty as my fingers and toes are already curling again. His eyes seem to shine brighter, shadows swallowing almost every source of light in the room, besides the fire that’s burning on my skin.

I stare mesmerized at how sinful Yoongi looks. Bruised lips still coloured beautifully into a wine-red colour, marks stretching over his porcelain skin. He won’t be able to hide them, as I’ve managed to get one right under his ear. It fills me with a sense of pride and possessiveness knowing that everyone will know who he belongs to. He’s covered in sweat just like I am, from this “workout” but the way his skin glistens whenever he moves and the flames flicker…I wanna taste him all the more. He is breathing through parted lips, expression contorted into one of concentration, his hold on my legs to keep me still frim, not moving me an inch away from himself. And then his eyes. It’s as if I call him they flicker up to meet my own, another wave of arousal, or electricity and I don’t even fucking know I can’t describe what it exactly is washes over me violently, making me call out his name making me want to absolutely devour him whole. It’s not a predator and prey situation anymore. I’m on his level, we are completely equals if not the same. Shaking I let go of the pillows having torn them apart, to reach out for him. 3 thrusts after he’s shifting my legs spreading them further apart, but he places his hand over my stomach, the thrusts now shallow as he looks down eyebrows furrowed.

I follow his gaze to my chest; liquid fire having settled mostly in the wounds. The bandages surprisingly haven’t fallen off, until now as he reaches for them and tears them off revealing the scarred tissue behind. I’m surprised at how much I healed, lifting my left arm in front of my face I tug the bandage off, and watch as the fire is soothing the wound, closing it and regenerating the cells to heal up properly. But this isn’t my doing... not entirely. My hand falls away as I stare at him, while he leans closer again both arms landing just above my shoulders to keep me in place. He’s still burying himself deep inside me and leans in to steal away despite the whole situation sweet, honeyed kisses.

And as he bends down properly, he starts moving the kiss quickly getting broken as now he’s reaching deeper, not only rubbing my walls amazingly but just…he’s perfect…

‘’That’s it…’’ he breathes out tone gravely only furthering my arousal ‘’…moan for me amor mea, let me hear your beautiful voice, come on…’’ he encourages starting to piston properly fucking me without abandon, which does evoke many moans to leave my throat as I cling onto him, the fire still not hurting him, as he leans lower to get closer to me. He’s panting in my ear.

‘’Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongii…’’ I chant my voice getting louder and louder fingers digging into his shoulders. He’s going to hate me for this I’ve probably ruined his back for good. But he presses a kiss to my cheek brief as he’s still moving, and groaning along.

‘’That’s it…’’ he breathes out sounding pleased and gone definitely gone, which has me seeing white around the edges, my eyes falling shut ‘’Let everyone know who do you belong to.’’ He ends up growling biting onto the corner of my jaw making me whine, his thrust becoming brutal but I don’t need anything more. I’ve been on the edge since he leaned closer, clenching and unclenching.

I start shouting out his name, ending up panting wanting to breathe air in which isn’t there ‘’Mine!’’ he goes on sounding possessive ‘’Only mine! Say it!’’ a hand wraps around my throat suddenly cutting of the already non-existent air current into my lungs.

‘’Ah…yours…only yours…’’ I manage to get out eyes opening at a jerk, just to meet his silvery ones that for a moment look like crimson, but maybe that’s the reflection of my own.

‘’Good girl.’’ He breathes ‘’Now cum for me.’’ and with that and the calmness he’s radiating, he lets go of my neck and the flood gates have been opened. With the only remaining cell in my brain that does remain unchanged I get aware that the fire has gone out of control.

‘’Y/N-ah…’’ I pick up on a breathless moan through the haze knowing he’s perfectly alright and well, despite the fire that’s ragging on for the first time not inside me but all around me destroying everything in its path, eating it up fuelling itself. I can’t get myself to be even bothered by it, seeing as Yoongi isn’t.

I smile at the way he breathes, practically lying on top of me enjoying his own post orgasmic bliss. He’s not even heavy, and the way he’s lying down doesn’t put pressure anywhere that would make me feel even in the slightest uncomfortable. Getting back the feeling into my body, and hands I raise them up, eagerly letting my fingers web in between his silky only slightly damp locks. I stare up at the ceiling, the lights returning enough so I can see without straining my eyes. Shadows are cast across the ceiling making me smile, once they form into solid forms as if someone is putting on a puppet show for me. I can easily recognize Yoongi and myself, and a ridiculous story playing out which ends with me killing a cartoon looking dragon and then grabbing him and lifting him into my arms bridal style. I chuckle breaking the comfortable silence and glance away, at how the shadows have crawled up over his back, but are just now retreating his back once left unmarked despite my rough touches earlier. But besides the shadows that are let out to do as they please, because they are Yoongi’s extensions, my flame meanwhile starts dying down.

And not dying not literally because that means I’d be dead, but the spark has run its course, the pent-up emotions hidden in memories as well, got let out earlier and has now left peace and serenity in its place inside me. I summon up the fire to pull back and raise my right arm and away, holding the flame on my palm. Yoongi mumbles something under his breath but only moves his head and, leans lower dick spent falling from me, but that’s an issue for later to deal with. He rests his head conveniently above my breast, eyes fixated onto my hand.

Smiling I stare at the dancing pair modeled out of the fire, who start dancing tango. It is the dance of passion is it not? All the while the liquid still variating from lighter to darker blues and hints of green retracts into the flame. When it’s all gathered, and the fire dancers have burnt out the fuel they end the dance with a bow and kiss, disappearing into thin air, a brief puff of smoke raising into the air after them, the shadows seemingly swallowing them.

‘’...didn’t kno you could…do that.’’ The prince obviously tired now mumbles almost unintelligible. So, I turn my head down, to glance at his nose. He hasn’t moved still

‘’Well now you do.’’ I reply back sounding way more composed than he is. He lifts his head up tried eyes meeting my own, now having turned back to normal as he blinks slowly at me, looking completely sated and content from the way he’s still very much so boneless in my arms.

‘’There’s a lot of thing I don’t know.’ he grumbles lips forming a pout eyes looking up at me, with this sad look. And it fucking stops my heart from how fucking adorable he is! He reminds me of a kitty to be honest.

I offer a smile in return and lean down to press a kiss to his forehead ‘’We do have forever.’’ My words quickly bring a smile to his lips ‘’So there’s plenty of time for anything and everything that your heart wishes for.’’

‘’Anything and everything huh?’’ he repeats in a wonderous tone.

‘’Uh huh.’’ I hum in return sighing happily and overjoyed, to have him finally rest in my arms like this with no more secrecy, no more tricks, no more wondering and questioning his or my own actions, and finally knowing and remembering. Suddenly he lifts his head and stares at me, but then raises onto his elbows, left arm outstretched to the left, making me glance at it as he looks like he’s reaching for something ‘’What?’’ I ask gently smirking while he impatiently then snaps his fingers, the shadows in the room shifting as if a wave of water crashed into them. The lights do go out, leaving us in complete darkness for only a moment. But once it’s back I’m left staring confused at the joyous expression he has on, eyes practically sparkling. But what startles me and stops time is the thing he’s holding between his thumb and pointing finger between our faces.

It’s a silver band ‘’Be my queen.’’ Comes the statement and without even answering him he’s grabbing for my left hand, the shadows supporting him so he’s effortlessly keeping weight off me, while he preoccupies himself with sliding the ring onto my ring finger ‘’You said anything and everything. This is it. Be my queen, rule with me by my side till the end of time.’’

The small silver band fits perfectly. He lets go of my hand, while my eyes scan the piece of jewellery that holds suddenly the weight of the world over me. It’s a simple design, silver with waves drawn over around it, and small diamonds scattered in pattern around it.

‘’Maybe?’’

‘’Maybe!?!??!??!’’ pause ‘’What do you mean maybe?!’’

‘’Kidding! Yes.’’

‘’What?’’

‘’Yes. My answer is yes.’’

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Troise Allumettes - Chapter 2

“Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!”

I turned around and saw it running towards the forest.

“Stop… Please!”

I was running as fast as I could, trying to catch up with it, but it was too fast. Too far away.

“I shall be too late.”

Trees everywhere… where did it go? I stopped, breathing heavily, trying to glimpse a white shape in all that brown and green. But it was too late, I was too late. Why did it… he have to leave me? We didn’t have nearly enough time. My sight started to blur and I felt warm tears on my cheeks.

I crouched on the ground, not caring about soiling my clothes, and started desperately sobbing. It wasn’t fair… I had just found him. We were supposed to be together forever, that was not how the story was supposed to end.

I was a mess. Resting my forehead on my knees I let the world crumble around me.

“Alice?”

Nothing made sense anymore.

“Alice?”

I suddenly felt a small soft paw on my leg.

“Candy?”

I froze. A kind voice said “This is not the end, Candy.”

I raised my head and finally saw them, the eyes I yearned for, one gold and one green.

“This is just the beginning.”

Drrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!

I suddenly opened my eyes. I was in my dorm room, lying on the bed. The alarm on my phone was ringing, I just turned it off and stayed there for a while staring at the ceiling.

The dream was already slipping away from my memories, but I could still feel the dread and despair. I didn’t remember what was going on but I knew that something, maybe someone, was missing. I was grieving. I touched my cheeks, yep, wet. Never a nightmare had left me so shaken.

I looked at the time and groaned, my alarm was set up early so that I could go looking for my ID card, which I had lost somewhere, before classes started. I granted myself a few etra moments in bed. Yeleen was still peacefully sleeping.

Today was the night of the concert, Castiel’s concert. Famous and unapproachable Castiel, I wandered how he had become. We were sort of friends in high school, even though I wasn’t sure our relationship could be properly defined as friendship. We kept teasing each other and nine times out of ten I found him annoying as hell, but now I knew that I probably had a small crush on him. I didn’t realise at the time, and nothing came of it. We had had many adventures together, some carefree and funny, others a little sad. I remembered when his evil ex came back in town sniffing around him and my friends. At the time everyone turned their backs on me, thinking I was jealous. By the time they realised what a snake she was it was too late for me. Eventually Rosa, Alexy and a couple of other friends took my side but I had already suffered a lot, no one had supported me from the start.

Shaking my bad thoughts away, I finally got up and ready for the day. After my lectures I was supposed to go shopping with Rosa and Alexy and then meet her at The Snake Room around 9pm. Alexy was also going to be there but he had a date with a guy called Morgan, a date he had managed to get only thanks to our meddling. We were all very invested in the outcome.

I eventually found my ID card in the toilets room of the Arts building, of all places, and no thanks to the always charming admin officer. It was too early to go to my archaeology class and I wasn’t really in the mood for breakfast, so I decided to wait on one of the benches in the quad. I was soaking in the feeble November sun when something caught my eyes, someone had left there a small black notepad. Taking it in my hands I observed its nondescriptive leather cover, I had never seen it before but somehow it felt strangely familiar. I was just about to open it when I heard someone call my name.

“Good morning Candy”

“Hi Chani, how are you doing today?”

“Pretty good” she said smiling “I spent a quiet night in listening to Rammstein and Sepultura”

“Ah nice, but I am more into Symphonic metal.”

“I know, I know, you have a sort of elegant goth vibe going on, very classy.”

I wasn’t exactly a goth per se… but I did love wearing corsets.

“I, on the other hand, am into thrash and death.”

“You are way more adventurous than I am, my friend” I said nodding.

“True that, now if you’ll excuse me madam, I’ll be exploring ancient catacombs while you gently sip your tea shadowed by your embroidered parasol.”

We both burst into laughter.

“Come on” she said “a long day of exciting classes is waiting for us.”

I groaned and followed her, placing the notepad in my bag without thinking.

The Snake Room was packed. Looking at the entrance from the opposite sidewalk I could see a huge crowd of people drinking and chatting with each other. A wave of nausea run through me, damn social anxiety! I could do this, no one was looking at me, no one cared about me, I could easily blend in.

Repeating encouraging words I headed towards the entrance when I abruptly stopped in my tracks, was that… Nathaniel? Talking with that strange guy! The one who had assaulted me the first night back in town. What the hell was Nath doing with him? They seemed to be arguing.

That really hurt, Nath talking with that guy after knowing what he was about to do to me. After saving me from him. Forcing myself not to think about it, I entered the club.

Lights were dim and music was in the background, luckily I was on time, the band still backstage. I made my way in the crowd and spotted Rosa next to the bar.

“A beer and a lemonade” she was telling the bartender.

“Make it two beers” I said, then surprised “who’s the lemonade for?”

“That would be me” someone behind my back replied. I turned around and, I wasn’t sure why, my heart skipped a beat.

“Candy, you are finally here!” Rosa said smiling “Lys is joining us tonight, hope you don’t mind.”

Lysander… Leigh’s brother, I hadn’t seen him since the whole ghost fiasco a couple of weeks ago. He was as tall and handsome as I remembered, wearing a long dark coat and a white shirt underneath, he looked like a Victorian era prince. I remembered the discussion I had earlier today when Chani accused me of secretly being a classy goth. With the cherry blossom embroidered corset and vaporous knee length skirt I was wearing, I looked like a doll.

He was slightly smiling at me, silent. He really was a man of few words.

“Hi Lysander, how are you doing?”

“Good thank you, I hope you are also well.”

“You probably don’t know, but Lys and Castiel are old friends” said Rosa.

“Really?” I was surprised.

“I met him at a concert years ago when I was in town visiting my brother.”

“He is going to write Castiel’s new album” she exclaimed proud, jumping on the spot.

“No Rosa” he sounded like an older brother scolding his brat little sister “he just asked me to help him with a few song’s lyrics.”

“Either way it’s a great opportunity for you, Castiel is getting really famous lately, this collaboration could open you many other doors, you may end up working for a record company!”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves” he added patiently “I am only helping out a friend.”

We suddenly heard an electric guitar playing from the backstage and the crowd went wild.

“It’s starting!” Rosa shouted over the noise “come on!”

She took me by the hand and made way toward the centre of the room.

I wasn’t very tall but I head a clear view of the raised stage, meaning I had a perfect view of Castiel when he eventually got on it. After playing for a bit with his back to the crowd he finally turned around and… oh yes, it was Castiel all right. I felt a smile form on my lips. He looked a little older but in a good way, more mature. And his voice… I had heard him play before but never sing, he was incredible.

The crowd, mostly girls, some wearing questionable shirts with CastieLove written right above their chest, went crazy. They were screaming and jumping all around pushing me on every side. I suddenly was shoved from the back with such strength that I lost my footing and was sure I was going to fall head first on the floor. I closed my eyes trying to ready myself for the impact, but the floor never came. I felt strong arms circling me at my waist and a hard chest at my back.

“Are you okay Candy?” Lysander spoke to my ear.

Time froze and all I could sense was his strong body enveloping me and his breath on my ear. I nodded and murmured a thank you that I wasn’t sure he had been able to hear over the loud music. After lingering for one long extra second he removed his hands from me and stepped back.

I was sure I was as red as a tomato so it was probably a good thing he couldn’t see my face. I spent the rest of the concert being acutely aware of his body and his movements. I need some air I thought once the last song was over.

“I am going to the restroom I said to Rosa” knowing she was going back to the bar to get the nth refill. I literally fled the room and got into the bathroom queue. It took a while, and I was just about to go back to the main room when I felt someone grabbing my elbow.

“Hi” he said.

“Castiel!” I exclaimed surprised.

“I didn’t know you were back in town” did he sound a little annoyed?

“Yes, I came back for my fifth year at Anteros, how did you know I was here?”

“I saw you from the stage”

We were surrounded by girls staring at us, trying to get the courage to approach him. One of the girls was Yeleen, she was looking at me seething.

“Look, do you mind if we talk somewhere private?” he said with some urgency in his voice.

“Sure.”

He lead us to a small room in the backstage, full of cables and instruments, there wasn’t much space for us so we just leaned against a wall. Now that I had a chance to properly look at him I noticed he was even more impressive up close, he amained an aura of success but also nonchalance and confidence that was so typically him.

“I really enjoyed the concert” I said with a smile.

“Thanks.”

“I never imagined you were so famous we had to hide to talk.”

“Yes, well, that’s kind of the flip side. But that’s mostly because this is the town we started in, more people know us here, it’s not the same everywhere.”

“Still, I am impressed. You were great, even better than what you used to do in high school.”

“I hope so” he laughed “in high school we were beginners. We are just starting to get the hang of things.”

“You have a great presence on stage, the music is fantastic and I am sure that now that you have help writing, the new songs will be even better.”

“What do you know about this?” he asked surprised.

“Oh, I know Lysander we watched your concert together.”

He looked utterly shocked.

“I mean” I rushed to explain “I came with Rosa, and since Lysander is Leigh’s brother he tagged along.”

Why was I trying to explain myself? And why did I suddenly felt so very embarrassed? He, on the other side, seemed to slightly relax at my words.

“Well, we should go back so I can say hi then, most people should have left the club by now.”

He looked outside the door and left the room, leaving me standing there like an idiot. I followed him.

“Caaaaaandy”

I heard a very drunk Rosa calling me from the other side of the room, she run to me and hugged me, laughing.

“Look who is there, Cassy!”

Cassy?

“Cassy!” she shouted skipping towards Castiel and Lysander who were talking surrounded by a group of girls.

“I see someone is having fun” he laughed.

“Haha she must have overdone it a bit at the bar” thankfully the place was mostly empty now.

“I just had a couple of drinks, and you were great I danced a lot!” then she added in a serious tone “Cassy look who is here, Candy! Aren’t you happy to see here? I always thought you were made for each other, you should get together, so we can go on double dates and…”

I stopped her before she could make the situation even more embarrassing.

“Come on Rosa, let’s go get some air” pulling her by the sleeve towards the exit. I felt someone next to me and saw that Lysander was coming with us.

“You can stay here and catch up with Castiel, I’ll deal with Rosa.”

“You can’t, she is wasted. I am going to carry her home.”

“I am fiiiiiiiiine” she protested while stumbling.

“We can take her home” a voice said. It was Alexy who started laughing at the sight of drunk-Rosa. He was with Morgan, things seemed all right between them but I was going to ask for a full recap of the evening as soon as I got him alone. We agreed to leave Rosa in their capable hands since they were heading to another bar close to her apartment and Lysander and I headed back to the dorms.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go back to the bar and talk with Castiel?”

We had been walking together in silence for the past couple of minutes.

“We talked already.”

I tried to object but he swiftly added “Castiel is not my current priority, we are going to have plenty of chances to catch up now that we are both in town.”

Did he mean I was his priority?

There were so many questions I wanted to ask him, he was a real mystery, but I didn’t want to scare him off. Falling back in a comfortable silence we quickly arrived at the gates of the campus, I was a little disappointed, I wouldn’t have minded spending more time with him. I saw him looking at something he had hanging from a chain at his neck and noticed it was an ancient looking pocket watch.

“Wow this looks really beautiful”

“Thanks, it was my grandfather’s”

“I have never seen a real vintage one up close.”

He looked at me for a second, then he said “Very well, come here then.”

He took me by the hand and pulled me against him. With one hand he raised the watch so that I could look at it up close, then he put the other arm around me and, leaning his head close to mine, he pointed at the watch.

“It’s just like a normal watch but there are stars instead of numbers, can you read the time?”

“Ten past one” I replied nervously, feeling his arms embracing me again for the second time in one night.

“I shall be very late.”

“WHAT?”

“I said it’s getting very late” he replied a little surprised by my sudden outburst. Geez… What had gotten into me?

He stepped away and said “Thanks for spending some time with me tonight, I know I am not the most talkative person…”

“Don’t worry, really, I find it refreshing, I am not very talkative either. I love being silent together.”

Damn me and my stupid ambiguous mouth. But he was smiling and nodding

“I know what you mean.”

He turned around “Aren’t you coming in?” I said surprised pointing at the gates.

“N-no, well…” was he blushing? Then it clicked in my head.

“You are going back to meet Castiel, aren’t you?” he looked away, embarrassed “You came all the way here just to accompany me.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply you can’t take care of yourself, but these street are not as safe as they seem and…”

Putting a hand on his mouth I interrupted him before he could say anything else.

“Thank you, really.” He was so tall that I had to stand on the tip of my toes “You are a true gentleman.”

Then I realised I had basically tackled him, my hand on the mouth of a guy I barely knew. A kind, charming and really attractive guy, who was looking at me taken aback. Damn me, was I ever going to stop acting ridiculous in front of him?

But then he relaxed and I felt him smiling. Taking my hand in his and bowing his head a little, he draw his lips closer and left a small kiss.

“Good night.”

This time I didn’t stop him when he turned around and left. I just kept staring at him until he crossed the street and blended in the shadows, disappearing from my sight.

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