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once more to see you | kth 01

pairing: taehyung x reader ft. seokjin

genre: angst, fluff, unrequited love

synopsis: taehyung is the complete opposite of you, and you're so in love with him. he's not interested in you at all, but he's willing to pretend so he won't be known for breaking the sweetest girl in school's heart. he knows you'll end up hurt either way.

warnings: taehyung is an idiot, a lot of pining, y/n is annoyingly dependent on validation, y/n does a lot of silent prayers, y/n is a track star, childhood bsf seokjin (cute), mentions of deceased family member

music for this chap: she had the world , carry me out

a/n: taehyung will disappoint u in the beginning but hes cute i promise

"I get why you like him Y/N," Sohee swallowed the rest of her sandwich before finishing her sentence, "He's so hot. People say he's interested in you too, y'know?"

Sohee visibly tried to get food out from the back of her mouth using her tongue, and it made you chuckle at the sight. "I don't think he does." You sighed, resting your chin in your palm.

You were both situated at the table in the inner corner of the cafeteria, with a full view of who walks in the door, and sometimes you swore you could see Sohee drool when attractive guys walked in that exact door.

"Hello, of course, he does! Even his friend Jimin told Kang Seulgi from Class 1, who told Go Euntaek in class 3, who eventually told his girlfriend Baek Ho-rang who ran to me to tell me the great news." Sohee gasped for air after rambling, and you rolled your eyes,

"Stories change when that many links contribute." You scoffed, sitting back in your chair and reaching for your juice box on the table, taking a huge slurp, which you knew would annoy Sohee.

"You don't believe me? Guess we gotta ask a link closer to the source then." Sohee stood up from her chair, and you looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Park Jimin, get your ass over here will ya?" She nearly shouted across the cafeteria, and now all looks were pointed at you two, and you felt the urge to just slip down the cracks of the floor tiles and hide there forever grow stronger for each nanosecond.

You sunk further down on your tacky, orange chair, but you could still see Jimin's black locks sway a little over the crowd as he walked over to the table you were sitting at.

"What's up sugar?" Jimin smirked at Sohee, and Sohee didn't even budge, and you had no idea how she did it. He was stupidly attractive and could make any girl drop her pants with a comment like that.

"Jimin my dearest, a little birdie told me that Taehyung likes my sweet Y/N, could you confirm?" She batted her long lashes and smiled prettily at Jimin.

He looked to the left, sucked his teeth, and said, "I can't, I'm sorry." You realized you had grown a little too hopeful, and your heart sunk quite a bit when he spoke.

"Does he think I'm pretty at least?" You spoke up, eyes shining when you looked up towards the standing Jimin, the harsh lights in the cafeteria reflecting in them.

"He hasn't mentioned you much, to be quite honest." He shrugged, walking back to his table, where Taehyung and the rest of his friends sat.

Your heart thumped when he met your eyes, and you looked away in panic. The rest of lunch was just Sohee apologizing and you avoiding eye contact with any of the students at the nearby tables.

Jimin mentioned you and Sohee's name several times, he was a loud speaker, and you were so scared of what he was saying you could probably die right then and there.

Saved by the bell, you picked up your stuff and got ready to start running to your classroom, praying you wouldn't meet any of Taehyung's friends, and especially not Taehyung as you ran Usain Bolt style.

You looked down while running, not thinking twice about leaving your best friend behind, you suddenly fell to the ground with a thud. This was surely not one of your glory days.

When you looked up, you wanted to cry. It was none other than Kim Taehyung, and he didn't look pleased. You gathered your things and muttered "Sorry." under your breath probably about 10 times, and he just watched, disappointingly.

"You're a klutz. Why were you running?" He spoke, and your knees turned into jelly when you tried to stand up, you nearly fell and dropped all your stuff again, but he caught you by the arm, straightening you up like it was nothing.

"Uh... Uhm... Err..." you mumbled, and he rolled his eyes, and not in a joking manner. "Fuck that, why are you going around telling people I like you?"

Your breath hitched, and he stared at you coldly. "I didn't! Gosh, my friend Sohee told me someone had told her that you liked me, and- uh... We asked Jimin, and-" He put his hand over your mouth, making you shut up.

"I don't want you two to go around making up baseless rumors about me, it's incredibly annoying for me to go around correcting people who assume shit just because your little friend speaks louder than a bunch of hyenas at a tea party." Taehyung nearly spat, and you took a step back.

You noticed that people were listening in, their stares burning holes in your back. He was livid, and you didn't understand why, you just smiled, praying to god that this would end soon.

"I just thought you liked me-" You began, and he interrupted you, "You thought I was gonna like someone like you? Get over yourself and enter the real world."

The hallway went silent, your lips trembled as hot tears raced down your face, and like the track star you were, you fled the scene and passed the finish line into the bathrooms.

You stayed till the school day ended, not knowing what was unraveling outside the four walls of the stall.

Sohee 💜: 01:12 pm

Y/N, where are you? i heard what happened :( i hate taehyung im gonna chop his sausage off

Sohee 💜: 01:38 pm

taehyung is fighting w doyoung because doyoung decided to defend you this is hilarious

but fr where are you

Sohee 💜: 01:57 pm

doyoung gave taehyung a black eye damn

doyo is on the verge of tears when taehyung said you liked him and not doyo

taehyung cant not have feelings for you like there must be smth deeper going on

Sohee 💜: 03:39 pm

class just ended i'll wait out back

Sohee always knew when to leave you alone, so she did, partially. You usually shut off your phone when you're upset, but she still sends you texts to update you whenever you turn it back on.

This time, it was quite dramatic, and you rushed out of the icky stall and ran (again) to reach Sohee to get the full story, and as you expected, it was interesting.

"Basically, Doyoung punched Taehyung and Taehyung was a little too OP, so he failed to initiate a fight, so it just turned into Taehyung being an ass to Doyoung for defending you." She shrugged, adjusting the straps of her leather backpack as you walked home.

"Taehyung's rep is so tainted right now, I don't know how he's gonna fix this my dear Y/N, so I guess he got his karma. He's an idiot and I'm glad other people are starting to see."

You nodded yes, pushing out a fake chuckle, while silently you prayed that everything would soon be back to normal and that Taehyung would forgive you for the mess you caused.

Being in love with Taehyung for a year had taken a toll on you, and your best friend since freshman year had noticed too. You were different.

You used to be so independent and optimistic, but now you would strive for validation, and you had turned into one of the most insecure people Sohee had ever met.

Sohee tried to pull you away from him, but to her demise, it only got worse when you tried to meet other guys. She figured that the only way for you to disconnect from him was if you had your go with him, or if he treated you like a complete idiot.

You waved goodbye to Sohee as you entered your house, kicking off your shoes and throwing yourself down on the couch. You wanted to scream, but you saw your brother's and another guy's shoes in your hallway, so you kept it inside.

After having watched an episode of Seinfeld, you could hear the floorboards creak, and your gaze found its way to the hallway, where your brother, Yoongi stood, peeking out from his door.

"Ah, Y/N, you're the one who's home?" He smiled brightly, eyes turning into small crescents, which made you awe at the sight.

"Yuppers." You said and sat back again, pressing play to start the next episode. "Who's your guest?" And as you uttered your last word, another head peeked out from the door, and you couldn't help but feel the happiness brew inside you.

It was Kim Seokjin in all his glory, and this time, he looked even hotter. It had been about two years since you last saw him because he moved to Germany to study medicine.

Seokjin had been your neighbor since you were born, and you pretty much grew up with two older brothers who always took care of you.

No one dared to mess with you, because Seokjin and Yoongi always got to them first. That way, you grew up without a care in the world, protected from all evil.

You had no idea when you fell in love with him. It was somewhere during puberty, where your interest in Brad Pitt and Kim Soohyun from Dream High had grown stronger.

You remember Seokjin was scouted for modeling, acting, and even idol groups all through your childhood. He did a few ads, photoshoots, a popular teenage drama called Double Trouble, and even managed to get his own Wikipedia page.

There was no doubt that Seokjin was an attractive man, and in the two years he had been gone, his face fat was completely gone, and he had defined cheekbones, a slimmer and tighter figure, and you thought he couldn't be any more perfect.

"None other than God himself," Seokjin said smugly, opening his arms to greet you with a hug, and you threw your blanket you were covered into the side as you bolted into Seokjin's arms, legs wrapped around his waist.

He slowly put you down so your feet touched the parquet, and you felt a kind of euphoria as he smiled at you again, the same smile he had flashed you as long as you could remember.

Everything about Seokjin had matured and changed, but his smile remained the same. "What are you doing back?" You sniffled, holding back the happy tears that were forming in your eyes.

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I love Germany, but it's a little bland. I miss ahjumnas complimenting me on the subway and the bomb ass food here in SK." Seokjin grinned as he wiped a tear that fell down your face.

Yoongi was leaning against the door frame, smiling at the grand reunion. You knew he liked seeing you two together, and you had a small suspicion about him shipping you guys.

"Please don't ever leave again." You gripped onto his shirt, digging your face down in his chest, and he said, "I swear to god if you're wearing makeup right now-"

You laughed as you pushed him away, placing your hands below your chin and batting your eyelashes dramatically, "I'm all-natural."

"Naturally pretty." Seokjin leaned forward and whispered in your ear, and your heart did a little somersault.

Seokjin's always been a charmer.

You woke up in your room, pink sheets draped over your half-naked body as tons of messages poured in on your phone, vibrating so much it nearly fell off the edge of your nightstand.

You grab it while rubbing your eyes, and you're shocked to see the messages that had exploded on your lock screen.

Unknown: 08:39 am

Hey, it's Kim Taehyung.

Look, I'm sorry for the shit I said to you and I would love to make it up to you in some kind of way.

Maybe I could take you out?

I get it if you don't want to, but I heard you were interested in me so...

What kinda food do you like? Activities, hobbies?

I really wanna make this right :)

You: 08:43 am

oh hey! I'd love to, you kinda owe me one. if it's your treat, I suppose we could get some sushi and boba...

btw I don't like u like that

Contact made, saved as "taehyung <3" at 08:44 am

taehyung <3: 08:47 am

Okay. Meet me at Nori Table at 6 pm. Don't make me wait.

Your heart was palpitating, and when you pressed your phone up to your chest, you could feel your body heat up from your scalp to your toes.

Maybe Kim Taehyung had no interest in you right now, but he sure would after tonight. You were gonna make him love you, soon enough,

Running to the shower a few hours of Seinfeld later, you scrubbed with all your might with your newest strawberry scrub, did your makeup, curled your hair, and sat down on the couch, outfit draped over the armrest of the chair.

It was an hour till you were leaving, so for the time being you sat with hair rollers in your hair, dressed in pink sweats. Seokjin and Yoongi had been awake all night, you had heard them laugh and play Mario Cart all night, it reminded you of old times.

Old times where you went to bed crying because Yoongi and Seokjin's bedtime was later than yours at sleepovers. Thinking back, your parents made a pretty rational decision, but you resented them for it.

When Seokjin left for school in Germany, during your Sophomore year you cried again. You thought it was so unfair that you had to be two years younger, why couldn't you come with him?

You were painfully in love with him, and you had been probably since you were. A few months after he moved, your feelings faded. You were love-free, only to fall stupidly in love again with Taehyung just a year later.

You were forced to snap out of your train of thought because you heard the floorboards creak again. When you looked over at the dark hallway, you saw a tired, yet familiar face smile at you.

Seokjin looked quite disoriented, hair ruffled and eyes puffy, yet he looked like a Greek god. Sculpted to perfection, he smiled at you like he did yesterday and all the times before.

"Morning." He grunted out, his morning voice prominent. You chuckled when you looked at the time, feeling kind of bad for Seokjin who had slept away the majority of his day, which you knew he didn't like.

"It's 5 pm, cutie. Mom said you guys could order takeout, cause she's working late." You stood up, and Seokjin gave you a good look up and down, and then diverted his gaze to the lavender ruffle skirt and white long-sleeve blouse you had neatly hung over the armchair.

"What's the occasion?" He nodded over at the clothes and then your hair rollers and full-face makeup-covered face. He threw a few walnuts from the little bowl on the coffee table into his mouth.

"It's none of your business, but I have a date tonight," you said smugly, and a walnut flew out of Seokjin's mouth in shock.

"A date? Like a real one?" He frantically asked, and you nodded as you walked away with your outfit in hand.

You came back out minutes later, and Seokjin had to hold his mouth shut so it wouldn't drop to the floor. You had matured so well, a white blouse adorning your waist, and the lavender skirt hugged your curves nicely.

You had decorated your neck and ears with golden jewelry, and you had a pair of Air forces dangling from your left hand. You were beautiful, hair let free from the hair rollers, curls swaying as you did a twirl.

"It's alright, I guess." He pretended not to care, and your proud grin morphed into a frown pretty quickly, and he noticed.

He stood up and walked towards you, standing very close. His tall figure was hovering over you. Seokjin leaned forward towards your ear, not whispering this time,

"You're gorgeous." He pushed your curls behind your shoulder, adjusting your golden necklace as he returned to Yoongi's bedroom.

You were screwed.

The time on your phone showed 6:06 pm. You recall him saying ‘don’t be late’. What a hypocrite. It had started to pour down, so you were squeezed up against the brick wall of the restaurant so the ledge above you would shield you from the rain.

You were shaking from the cold, legs exposed because of your skirt. Sighing deeply, you reached down into your purse to text Taehyung, but when you looked up, you saw him running over to you.

He was holding a bouquet of pink delphinium and peonies. You’d always been interested in flowers, and this small gesture made you all fuzzy inside.

“I apologize for my late arrival m’lady. The flower shop was about to close down for the day, and I had to beg the cashier to let me in, promising to buy a huge bouquet if she did.” He smiled as he stood in front of you.

“No worries sir, I haven’t been waiting for long.” You chuckled, as you accepted the bouquet. His eyes scanned every inch of your body, and he said, “You’re shivering. Let’s go inside.”

This was a side of Taehyung you had barely seen before, caring and warm. This was also the side of him that initially made you fall for him.

The memories of him reading stories for children at the hospital was heartwarming. Whenever you went to visit your brother, who has now passed, you would see him read stories for all the unlucky kids.

Your brother, who was only 7 years old talked about Taehyung like a superhero, and it seemed as if Taehyung’s stories were the highlight of his days at the hospital.

Daejung wasn’t a kid you would pity. In his last months in the hospital he never once cried. You believed that Taehyung was a big part of the reason.

That’s why you fell in love with him. He hadn’t been a superhero in the form of saving lives, but he definitely made a whole lot of sick kids happier.

How could you ever repay him?

Taehyung rested a hand on your shoulder and lead you inside the door, and there stood a beautiful tall woman, black hair to her waist, almond-shaped eyes, and full lips.

She was beautiful. You looked up to see Taehyung’s reaction, and he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at you. His eyes met yours, and you could’ve sword the whole world stopped.

“Excuse me?” An unfamiliar voice spoke up, and it kicked you right back into reality. It was the pretty woman speaking, an even prettier voice to match her.

“Do you have a reservation?” She questioned, smiling so genuinely from ear to ear. “Yes. It’s on Kim.” Taehyung spoke so confidently.

“Ah, for two. I’ll be your server tonight.” She waved for you to follow her, and before she turned around, you saw her name tag.

Bae Eunmi. A pretty name for a pretty person. Of course, she had to be pretty. Your confidence sunk even lower, and your insecurities grew.

“I’m not interested in her, by the way. I’ve talked to her before. She’s all beauty and no brains. Not for me.” Taehyung whispered into your ear, possibly to reassure you.

You sat down at the table and ordered a huge plate of different types of sushi, maki, nigiri, uramaki, and even sashimi.

This restaurant was fancy, nearly too fancy for your liking. It was huge and flashy, and it made you doubt your outfit choice completely.

The restaurant fell silent since there weren’t many guests here this early. The silence wasn’t awkward between you guys. It was just, too silent, and you decided to break it.

“Do you still write stories?” Taehyung’s face froze. How did you know about the stories he wrote? Had you been stalking him? Was this when everyone would find out how weak he truly is?

“How did you find out... About them?” He asked hesitantly, fidgeting with a small woven basket with bread placed on your table.

“When sun and moon met, moon felt bad. When the moon was alone at night, he cried, because he wanted to shine just like the sun.” You quote his story word by word, it was your favorite paragraph.

He looked at you with a confused look and his eyes told you that he wondered why you knew the story so well.

Before he could speak up, you said, “My brother's name was Daejung. He looked up to you and constantly told me about how he wanted to be like you when he grew up.” You placed your hands on top of his over the table.

Taehyung was speechless. He sat there, body completely frozen as he processed what you just said. The little boy he had mourned for many months was the same flesh and blood as you.

“Daejung told me how he wanted me to marry you because he thought no one else deserved me.” Letting go of his hands, he continued sitting completely still.

First, he felt disappointed in himself. Disappointed of the way he had treated you, how sad Daejung would be if he knew.

Second, he could see him in your traits. Your button nose matched his completely, and your eyes sparkled just the way his eyes did.

Third, he realized he had to take care of you. Fall in love with you, for Daejung. Taehyung had promised the little boy to take care of his friends and family when he has at his worst.

His expression completely changed. It softened, and his eyes looked at you like you were godsent. He believed you were too. It was fate.

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minimickzy · 6 years

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TomHolland2013 posted || Tom Holland

Request: Just something I wrote long ago

Summary: Social Media style Imagine! Reader is in a movie with Tom and hangs out with him and the cast of Spider-Man HC. Please let me know what you think!

Characters: Tom Holland x Reader, Zendaya, Harrison, Jacob

Word count: 2200+

Warning: Fluff, soft make out

a/n: I took this off my wattpad and changed a bit because I think I’ve grown as a writer at least a little! Infinity War has launched me back into the Marvel fandom so feel free to send in requests <3 also idk why I’m posted this so late but hey, why not?

Instagram 4:21pm July 5th

@(y/u) posted:

[picture of Tom sleeping on table]

Wake up, I want a wrap on set so I can go home! #[movie title]

TomHolland2013 and 170,693 other people liked this

17278 comments

4:31pm TomHolland2013: wow stalker much??

4:32pm (y/u): wow professorial Much?? @tomholland2013

User1: oh my god I ship it

User2: CUTE!! ❤❤❤😩

User3: agh Tom is toooooo Hot, my eyes BURN!!

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Instagram 2am July 7th

@TomHolland2013 posted:

[photo collection of you, Tom, and Harrison with cake smeared on faces]

Fun night out with the mates!!

@hazosterfield @(y/u)

10:34am (y/u): delete this, I look like shit!

User1: OMG (Y/N) IS SO HOT WTF SHSJSKAKAKAN

12:37pm @tomholland2013: um? Bish where? @(y/u)

User2: Um, did @tomholland2013 just call @(y/u) hot??? IM DECEASED

12:38pm @(y/u): you did not just quote a vine

5:32pm @hazosterfield: stop bickering like a old married couple!! @(y/u) @Tomholland2013

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Instagram [Dm] July 13th

12:34am Tom: oh my god!

1:53am You: what?!

1:53am Tom: Tessa just shook my hand

1:54am You: I thought this was serious

3:24am Tom: I don't know what's more serious than my dog putting her paw on my hand and moving it up and down??

3:27am You: Tom it's 3:27 am go tf to sleep

8:35am Tom: I think it was a dream

8:37am Tom: I tried again this morning, She doesn't know how to do it anymore

8:43am You: 😢😢😢

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[(y/u) is live on Instagram]

9,367 viewers July 15th 3:45 pm

"Hey guys, it's me (y/n)" you say, "and me, Tom Holland!" Tom pushed you aside to get in the shot. You laughed and shoved him over a little so you both fit in the frame. "We're on set here in uh, Toronto. It's kinda boring actually." Tom laughed. You started to read though some of the comments:

User1: LOOK AT MY PARENTS

User2: Tom please say quackson for me!!

User3: ILYSM

User4: Hi from London!

You nudged Tom, "say quackson." He shot you a gentle glare, "No, absolutely not." You gave him puppy dog eyes in a lame attempt to change his mind, "Please." "Why." "Because the viewers are asking for it.... I'll give you a peak on the cheek." He rolled his eyes, "if you want me to say it that bad.... Quackson." You smiled at him and kissed his cheek, then went back to the comments:

User1: OTPPP

User2: are they dating??

User3: AGH I WISH I WAS (Y/N)

User4: @User2 THEY SAY NO BUT I MEAN WE ALL KNOW THEY’RE LYING

User5: SHE KIISED HUS CHEEK OMG OMG JANSINSSMMAMA

You laughed and started to answer questions left by the viewers, trying to ignore the pinkish tint on both your and Toms cheeks.

[live ended]

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iMessage July 15th

5:33pm Tom: hey

5:33pm You: what's up?

5:35pm Tom: no hi?

5:36pm You: hi, what's up?

5:36pm Tom: better 😂, and Haz and I are meeting up with Z so I was wondering if you wanted to come along?

5:36pm Tom: we could pick you up around 7ish?

5:42pm You: um, sure. What are we doing?

5:42pm Tom: idk, Z invited us over to just hang out and maybe watch a movie

5:43pm You: okay, I'll be ready

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Zendaya's Snapchat Story July 16th

1:32am

[video from the side, of you asleep in toms arms under a blanket while Harrison is pointing and smirking with the caption 'this is what you guys get for falling asleep after one movie' and Zendaya laughing in the background]

3:24am

[picture from front of you and Tom with Zendayas Bitmoji blowing a kiss]

7:45am

[picture of you hiding your face with one hand and flipping the camera off with the other. Your hairs a mess and you’re wearing Toms shirt from yesterday. Tom’s in the background laughing and Haz is pulling a funny face. With the caption of '(y/n) is not a morning person']

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Interview with (y/n) (y/l/n) and Tom Holland, July 20th [cut to 6:34 minutes in]

Interviewer: "So, on Zendaya's Snapchat, 4 days ago we saw some cute sleepy cuddling snaps of the two of you. And fans want to know if your dating or what's the story behind that?"

Tom: "I mean no, we're just friends, and the story is that we were both just really tried and fell asleep."

You: "yeah, I just needed a pillow."

Interviewer: "so then that morning shot of (y/n) in your shirt... that was just..."

Tom: *chuckles* "she was just cold and spilled something on her shirt so I gave her mine and got one that I had forgot at Z's"

Interviewer: "oh so you and Zendaya then" *smirks*

Tom: "no, we're friends, nothing more."

Interviewer: "So, you two have no feelings for each other?"

Tom and You share a awkward glance

Tom: "uh..."

You: "do you mean Me- an-and Tom or Tom-"

Tom: "well I mean yeah we have a great time together. Thank you."

Tom put a hand on your back and moved you along still rambling.

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Instagram [Dm] July 20th

4:02pm You: That lady really grilled us, huh?

5:23pm Tom: I know right

5:32pm Tom: do you think I was too rude?

5:32pm You: no, you saved my rambling ass tho, Thanks

5:33pm Tom: don't mention it

6:18pm Tom: Z's house? 8:30ish

6:19pm You: meeting there or driving together?

6:20pm Tom: pick you up at 8

6:20pm You: 👌🏻

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Instagram July 20th 8:37 pm

@TomHolland2013 posted:

[photo of you driving and him pulling a goofy face]

stuck in traffic with my favorite lady @(y/u)

163,827 people liked this, 12437 comment

User1: where you going?

@Zendaya: so I guess your running late than, huh?

User2: date night?

@TomHolland2013: oh yeah, whoOps. Sorry 😢 @zendaya

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Instagram July 20th 10:47 pm

@Zendaya posted:

[picture of Tom, Zendaya, Jacob, Harrison and you]

We're going live in ten minutes!! Playing truth or dare so give us some good ones!

462,729 people liked this, 19299 comments

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[Zendaya is live on Instagram]

15,682 viewers July 20th 10:58 pm

"Hey guys!" Zendaya waved to the phone and then spun it around your small circle so you all could wave. "Okay so how this is going to work, is we'll go around and ask truth or dare and then you guys pick what we do... so... yeah and I'm gonna start!"

The game was fun, viewers ate it up. You went around a few times before Zendaya clapped her hands together and said goodbye to the watchers and turned her phone off for the night. "Okay, now for the real ones." Harrison smirked. You knew it was coming but you hoped they'd just leave you alone. "Tom, truth or dare?" Jacob asked with a grin you knew too well playing at his lips, "Uh," Tom shot Harrison a nervous smile, "dare?" "Okay! well you both had to have known this was coming, but... the sexual tension is actually killing us." Zendaya said motioning to Jacob, Harrison and herself. You felt your cheeks turning beet red.

"I'd normally say just kiss, But... this time I'm thinking the classic seven minutes in heaven." Harrison pipes up. "Okay. (Y/N)," Tom stood up and put his hand out for you. You took it and pulled yourself up, shooting a glance back at the group and then let Tom pull you to a closet that was out of earshot.

Harrison came behind you and shut the door so you were now surrounded by darkness and you were trapped. "So..." Tom chuckled, "we don't have to actually do anything, but we should talk, I mean there's something here, you can't tell me you don't feel it." He trailed off almost to a whisper. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel it." You smiled as His hand brushed against your arm. You reached for it holding it tight in your grasp.

You reached with your other hand up to find his cheek. "Maybe... we could, you know, just to defuse the tension." You let a shaky breath. "Well I mean- I don't- we should really give them something right?" Tom said stepping closer to you. "Most definitely." You pulled yourself up to meet his lips.

It just felt right, you fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. He lightly pushed you against the wall and you put your hands in his hair, "this feel so good." "Agreed." You let out a small laugh, "Tom? Remind me why we didn't do this sooner." "I have not the slightest fucking clue." You moved your lips back his and melted in his arms. "should we tell people? The press I mean." You asked "I don't even know," Tom laughed and joined him going back into a makeout session.

But sadly the two of you were met with the door swinging open. "So, how was it." Harrison smirked, you patted down your hair and smiled a little. Tom came out behind you and Harrison started laughing. You turned to see what was so funny and saw Tom had your lipstick smeared all over his lips and a little on his neck. You chuckled and used your thumb to wipe some of it off. When you went back to the living room Tom clapped his hands and yelled "we're official." You smiled and sat down as the others lightly cheered, this time not afraid to let his arm find its way around you.

"We're not going to release it to the press yet. We don't want or need the extra drama." You smiled. Zendaya nodded, "as long as the air is loose I'm good." And it was. Tom and You were a lot more relaxed and could exactly act on your thoughts that you used to push aside.

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Instagram July 26th 2:16 pm

@TomHolland2013 posted

[picture of you and Zendaya laughing at a beach]

Feels great to have such a beautiful view @(y/u) @zendaya

278,352 people liked this, 43,680 comments

User1: oh my god is Tom and Zendaya dating??

User2: @user1 Or Tom and (y/n)

User3: HOT DAMN BBY GALS

User4: ploy anyone?

User5: I wish I was Tom

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(y/u)'s Snapchat Story July 27th

[picture of you driving looking away in the background of Toms selfie. Caption: hacked]

[video from lap of you singing to the radio and then Turning to Tom. "Are you videoing me?!"]

[picture of you at stop light smiling at the camera. Caption: paparazzi following us for like 10 miles, we just want to eat 😢😢]

[video of you ordering food at (y/f/ff)]

[video's of the women working at the window freaking out because you and Tom are talking to them, you laugh and take a selfie with them and Tom though the window and sign a napkin for each of them]

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"Those women were so nice." You smiled, walking into your apartment with Tom trailing behind with the food. "Yeah" Tom plopped on the couch and turned on E! News as you put your bag and keys away. "Seriously, you want to watch that?" You laughed sitting down next to him. The host was taking about the latest 'Hollywood break-up'. "I wanna know what's the drama in the entertainment world." He smiled as you rolled your eyes at him. "But the love in LA wasn't lost today," The host said, "Tom Holland and (y/n) are rumored to have a relationship behind closed doors, today Tom and (y/n) posted riding together to pick up some fast food and surprise the employees working in the drive threw window." She spoke as the video's and photos played on screen. "We're the drama" Tom smirks, and you let out a little laugh. "Can we watch a movie now?" He nods and changes to Netflix.

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@TomHolland2013 Instagram Story 11:56pm July 27th

[picture of you asleep on his chest. Caption: goodnight Instagram]

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Instagram Dm July 29th

1:47pm Tom: (y/n)

1:48pm Tom: (y/n)

1:48pm You: yes?

1:49pm Tom: I think we should tell people

1:49pm You: Its been 9 days

1:50pm Tom: so can I post a happy 10 days love, tomorrow?

1:56pm You: Really?

1:56pm Tom: yes

1:57pm You: okay... but I get to post one too.

1:57pm Tom: THANK YOU!

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Instagram July 30th 10:22am

@Tomholland2013 posted:

[picture of him holding you bridle style]

Happy 10 Days love @(y/u) 😘 📸// @hazosterfield

162,729 people liked this, 102,478 comments

User1: HOLY MY GOD OTS OFFICIAL

O F F I C I A L

User2: IM CRYING IN THE CLUB

User3: REPORT RED ALERT OTP OTP CANON

(y/u): ❤❤ can't believe you used this picture!

User4: I want death SKSNSNAKNS

Zendaya: congrats you crazy kids

Tomholland2013: I love this photo @(y/u) and thank you Z @zendaya

[let me know if you’d like to be tagged for marvel/peter parker or Tom holland imagines in the future]

#tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fluff #peter parker fanfic #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #marvel imagine #spiderman x reader

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What Honesty Gets You (Chris Manawa Imagine)

prompt: I NEED A CHRIS IMAGINE. I'm coping with his death by reading :,) could i have one where y/n is pregnant and it's his and they're on the boat

requested: by anonymous word count: 7,484 warnings: language, suggestive themes

a/n: this will probably have a part two eventually also its slightly au bc they left the boat after like 6 episodes in the show and honestly? im here for boat shenanigans. they coulda stayed on the abigail the rest of the show bickering and i woulda eaten it up also i went a lil overboard with this imagine no boat pun intended lets fcking gooo

masterlist

It was never silent on the boat, not even at night when everybody was below deck sleeping. You could hear the sound of waves smacking against the side of the ship. It took a while for you to be able to find that noise mixed with the hum from the engine relaxing enough to fall asleep. Now, you’d have no problem drifting off. All you needed was darkness and the reassurance that Alicia was in the room with you. After everything that’s happened, you were admittedly too frightened to sleep in a room alone. Or maybe you were just scared of being alone in general.

How you ended up with the Clarks with your family out of the picture was quite a long story and you tried not to relive it since you didn’t know their fate. But having no blood relatives on board did make you feel lonely. Even though Madison treated you like a daughter, you weren’t naive enough to believe that if God forbid something happened where she could only save you or Alicia, she would ever choose saving you over her biological daughter.

So maybe that’s why you felt you had to get close with somebody.

You first approached him after he practically tossed his deceased mother overboard. What better way to bond with someone than to talk about how shitty the universe was treating you both? He wasn’t amused and had no desire to talk to you. You respectfully gave him the space he needed, but hell if he thought that would be the last time you tried to talk to him.

It took him a while to open up to you, and you never pushed him to. Every time he did, it was because he was ready. Even with the world ending all around you, every time you sat down and talked with him, you felt a sense of safety - like, perhaps if the infected started falling from the sky, he might be the first one to pull you inside and save your life. It was a heartwarming thought.

He sought you out one night, surprisingly in the mood to talk. You were wide awake because Alicia was spending the night on deck. He sat in your bunk and while he spoke about his life before the outbreak, you were staring at his lips. Thankfully, there was little to no light in the room because your cheeks were undoubtedly flushed. And you were so lost in your own thoughts about how handsome he looked in the dimness, you didn’t even realize he had stopped talking and noticed where your glance had fallen.

“Y/N?”

The sound of your name is what brought you back to the moment. “What?”

You couldn’t tell for sure, but he seemed to be fighting back a smirk. “Are you okay? You looked, um, a little out of it for a minute.”

Your heart skipped a few beats when you realized he must have noticed you staring - so you attempted to play it cool. “Yeah, sorry. Sometimes my mind just, you know, kind of wanders off.”

He gave a nod. “So what were you thinking about?”

Oh, you know, just thinking about kissing you all over your face and telling you that I think I’m totally falling for you. The usual.

“Dogs,” you blurted out.

“You were thinking about dogs?” He raised an eyebrow.

It was random but you had to go along with it. “Yeah, ‘cause the world as we know it has fallen off the deep end and people are dying and coming back to life, but I hope there’s somebody back on land taking care of all the dogs.”

He stifled a laugh. “Alright, fair enough. Wanna tell me what you were really thinking now?”

You felt the air was punched right out of your lungs. There was no doubt in your mind that his question visibly caught you off guard. Lying to get out of it again would be a waste of time. The room was quiet, save for the humming of the engine and the ocean waves.

Biting your lip, you decided to just be frank about how talking to him made you feel lately. You admitted that you enjoyed his company, more than anyone else on board. You told him you found him undeniably attractive. And finally, you confessed that you were thinking about kissing him.

His response, after a brief moment of utter shock, was to press his mouth against yours. You almost gasped as your lips connected. It didn’t remain the tender kiss it started as. It turned into sloppy, hungry kisses filled with pure desire. And you were okay with that because you suddenly felt as close with a person as you could ever be.

When you woke up, the room was bright and you were alone. Alone and topless. You shuffled out of the bed to find your bra, clipping it on as Alicia walked into the room.

“Sorry, didn’t realize you were getting dressed,” she muttered.

If only she knew the half of it.

You half-expected things with Chris to be completely awkward following your night of romance, but they weren’t. Around everybody else, you both acted like nothing happened. But when you were alone, you were holding hands and still enjoying each other’s company.

To be honest, you were getting sick of living on The Abigail. So when Madison said they should make a trip to land soon just to stock up on supplies, you nearly jumped for joy. You would have really jumped if you weren’t nauseous. You had been feeling lousy the past couple days and with all the sudden nausea, you were sure it was your body telling you to get off the boat for a while.

The next morning as Strand was docking the Abigail, you awoke feeling sick to your stomach again. When you got on deck, you unexpectedly ran to the side of the ship and vomited. Everyone stopped and stared, and Chris was the first to approach you carefully.

“You okay?” he asked in a soft voice.

Before you could respond, Strand interrupted, “You better not have gotten your upchuck on the side of my boat.”

You glanced down. You did, a little bit. But you weren’t going to say anything. You leaned your forehead against the banister, feeling a bit dizzy. It’s not like you had much in your stomach to puke up.

“Maybe you caught a stomach bug or something,” Chris suggested. You weren’t sure, but it certainly wasn’t unlikely. With everyone cramped in such a tight space, somebody was bound to get sick.

When you felt okay enough to walk back inside, Madison glanced at you. “You’re not coming with us. You need to get some rest.”

“I’m not just going to sit here and do nothing,” you countered, wanting to contribute. The last time you went to land, you were gathering belongings from a plane crash and that didn’t end up working out very well. You knew things could go wrong and you wanted to be there to help out in case they did.

Ofelia stood up from the couch. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll be on board too.” She was still nursing her shoulder though it had begun to heal nicely, all things considered. There was no use in fighting, so you just nodded.

Alicia grinned, “Hey, if we can find clothes, I’ll pick you up something nice.”

“Yes, but clothes is not at the top of our list,” Madison said. “Food, medicine-”

“Feminine napkins,” Alicia added. “We’re almost out.”

Were you guys running low? You didn’t even notice. It had been a while since you last ransacked the bathroom looking for some.

Everybody was ready to head off. Strand, Ofelia, and yourself stayed behind.

In all the chaos of everybody figuring out who was going to wander off in which direction in what groups, you pulled Chris aside. “Be careful, okay?” you whispered.

He nodded, “Of course.”

“And don’t wander off this time,” you lectured.

Rolling his eyes, he replied, “Got it.”

You weren’t trying to patronize him and you realized that’s how it probably came across. You genuinely just wanted him to be safe. Before he could walk away, you grabbed a hold of his arm. He seemed taken aback. “I mean it. I want you to come back in one piece, okay?”

“Okay.”

Travis’ voice calling out for Chris startled you both. He said goodbye and shuffled off. As soon as he was out of your line of sight along with Alicia, Travis, Nick, Madison and Daniel you walked down to your shared room with Alicia to relax.

You had about two minutes to yourself before Strand burst into your room, yelling about how you did get puke on the boat. You told him to clean it with his ego and then locked yourself in the bathroom.

You stared at yourself in the mirror. The bags under your eyes weren’t as awful or prominent as you thought they’d be. Your mind wandered back to Alicia’s comment about feminine napkins earlier. Pads. You and Alicia had been on the same cycle, presumably since you spent so much time together after being locked in the military safe zone at the start. It had been well over a month since you last got your period - if you calculated the days correctly, that is. You stood in confusion, even pulled your pants down to check if you got your period without realizing it. You didn’t.

And then a surge of panic ran through your veins. You exited the bathroom on a mission. Ofelia was sitting by the swimming deck. She smiled as you took a seat beside her.

“You feeling any better?” she asked sweetly.

Less nauseous? Yes. Better? No.

“A little bit. If I ask you something, can you promise to keep as neutral a reaction as possible to maybe keep me from freaking out?” you asked, toying with a loose thread at the hem of your shirt. You felt like your throat was closing.

“Sure,” she answered wearily.

“So, I was just wondering, like, out of the blue this totally just popped into my head and I got curious. Um, have you ever been pregnant?” you rambled.

She only raised an eyebrow in response and said, “No. Why?”

A gust of wind blew your hair to the side and you tossed it out of your face, trying to figure out what to say next. Your palms were growing clammy. So you took a deep breath and let it out slowly before softly telling her, “My period is late.”

“You’re probably just stressed, Y/N. I mean, you know what has to happen in order to get pregnant, right?”

You groaned, thinking back on your time in health class. Oh, you definitely knew what had to happen. “Um, just forget this entire conversation, okay?”

Before she could say anything, you were jogging back inside to the sleeping quarters to find your backpack.

“What are you doing?”

You let out a yelp and spun around. Ofelia was standing in the doorway. You didn’t even realize she followed you.

“You scared the shit out of me,” you said, putting a hand to your heart.

She crossed her arms, eyes narrowed. “Sorry. Y/N, what are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you said casually, tossing the backpack over your shoulder. “Just going for a walk.” Except she wouldn’t let you past. “Do you want to, like, move please?”

“Tell me what you’re doing,” she demanded. There was a part of you that was flattered she seemed to care, maybe she was even worried about you. But the other part of you needed her to get out of your way.

Tightening your grip on the backpack strap, you let out a frustrated huff of air. “Not to be rude or anything, but it’s none of your business.”

“I think you made it my business when you started asking me about being pregnant - which by the way, how old do you think I am?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, ignoring that you might have offended her. Besides, it wasn’t that uncommon for young unmarried women to have kids or at least pregnancy scares. It was fairly modern.

“Look, I... I have to... I’m feeling better and if I leave now I can catch up with Alicia and-”

“Y/N, please. Just tell me the truth.”

Telling the truth was what got you into this situation, wasn’t it? You told Chris how you felt about him and now were nauseous, lethargic, your period was late, and in all honesty your boobs seemed to have swelled and gotten a little bigger. The last point wasn’t entirely negative though. But, you were already in this situation. And maybe being truthful this time around wouldn’t bite you in the ass. You didn’t regret your night with Chris. It was a little clumsy and awkward, but sweet too, and it felt so good. However, you wished you took some precaution.

“The truth is I think I’m having a baby and I’m fucking terrified.” You didn’t even recognize your voice. It sounded so distant, and your eyes were welling up with tears, about to burst out.

Great. Add overemotional to the list too.

Ofelia only tilted her head in confusion. “I don’t understand. How could you be having a baby?”

“I got a visit from the stork,” you said bitterly, wiping away a stray tear.

She didn’t seem to appreciate your sarcasm and let out a loud breath. There was a brief silence and you watched her expression change from frustration to utter shock.

“What?” you asked softly.

“Is it Nick?”

“Is what Nick?”

“The baby, is it Nick’s? You know, if there is one...”

You would have laughed if you weren’t entirely hellbent on getting off to the boat. You just wanted to find a pharmacy. Surely there would still be some pregnancy tests left.

“If you move out of the way I’ll tell you,” you prompted.

She didn’t seem interested in your game. “What are you going out there for?”

You shrugged your shoulders. Might as well keep up some of the honesty thing you had going. “A pregnancy test.”

“Just wait for everybody to get back. We’ll just find one tomorrow.”

“Uh, if I’m knocked up I’d like confirmation of that as soon as possible,” you uttered.

Ofelia sighed. “You don’t care what I say, you’re still going today, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Well, I’m not letting you go alone. I’ll grab some water for the road. Meet me upstairs.”

Strand had no problem letting you both leave. He called it foolish, but he didn’t try to stop you. He also didn’t bother asking why.

It surprisingly didn’t take you very long to stumble across a pharmacy that was already broken into. Ofelia killed one infected that was inside and sauntered to the back of the store, kitchen knife and backpack in tow, while you rushed towards the aisle with the tests. The whole pharmacy was turned over top to bottom, but there was one box left with one pregnancy test inside. If you weren’t an anxious mess, you would have laughed at the coincidence.

You shoved it in your pack and turned to leave. A rotting corpse walking through the shattered doorway stopped you in your tracks. You weren’t sure you would ever get used to seeing dead people walking around. The whole store smelled like decomposing flesh already, but the stench from the infected galloping towards you made your stomach lurch. Ofelia quickly put down the infected and glanced over at you.

“You good?”

You were hunched over, trying to swallow the bile you felt rising in your throat. But you gave her a thumbs up anyway.

“We should really get going,” she urged.

You nodded and stood up properly and made slow strides to the door.

Your journey there was entirely silent. The walk back, on the other hand, was filled with Ofelia prying into your private life. She kept wanting to know if it was Nick’s baby and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t mildly offended that she didn’t even consider it could be Chris.

You made it back on board with a few hours of sunlight still left in the day. The others weren’t back yet, but you were sort of glad about that. You hoped they were okay, but you needed the time to yourself.

You locked yourself in the bathroom for the second time that day - except this time you had a pregnancy test on the counter. Since you didn’t have a timer, you sat on the floor and counted the seconds. And when you were done, you still stayed seated, too scared to even think about standing up.

A loud knocking on the door made you flinch.

“Y/N? Is everything, um, okay?”

It was Ofelia trying and failing to be discreet. You ignored her, pulling your legs close to your chest and lowering your head. You just wanted to go back in time and make sure that you wouldn’t end up in this situation. You were so scared. Being pregnant after the end of the world was basically a death sentence, wasn’t it?

She knocked again. “Come on, Y/N. Open up.”

Taking a deep breath, you got to your feet. Your hands were trembling. You had to force yourself to pick up the test and turn it over.

“Oh shit,” you whimpered as the red lines stared you right in the face.

You were indeed pregnant.

Your breath turned uneven and you couldn’t see anything through the waterfalls of tears that started running down your cheeks. This couldn’t be happening. This had to be a nightmare. There was no possible way you could carry a baby to full term and deliver it on a fucking boat with no doctor on board - never mind even raise it. You weren’t ready. Not even close. The thought of it being a false positive jumped into your mind, but you knew it wasn’t. You had all the symptoms. You couldn’t be that lucky.

Ofelia knocking on the bathroom door again brought you back into the moment. So you angrily threw the test into the trash and swung the door open, rushing past her before she could get a word out. You slammed your bedroom door and collapsed into your bed, letting yourself sob into the pillow. If that didn’t make it obvious enough to Ofelia what the results were, that would be her own fault.

You must have cried yourself dry and drifted into a light sleep because the sound of voices upstairs suddenly caught your attention. You could easily distinguish the voices. It was Madison, Alicia, and Nick.

For a few seconds as you sat up, you weren’t thinking about the fact that you were knocked up. You were just glad they made it back alive. And curiosity about what they found brought you to your feet. When you got to the top of the stairs, Alicia jogged over to you and pulled you into a tight hug, asking if you were feeling better. Then she was excited to show you the clothes she found while Madison was unpacking and storing away cans of food. You were happy their outing was successful. But in the back of your mind you were terrified because it was completely dark outside and Chris, Travis, and Daniel were still out there.

Another part of you was worried Ofelia would spill the beans to everybody. You weren’t sure when you would feel okay enough to tell anybody else, especially Chris. So you hoped she would keep her mouth shut for now.

The boat was still docked and you were sitting by the swimming deck, fighting to keep your eyes open. From the corner of your eye you saw Ofelia walking over to you, wrapping her sweater tighter around her body as a breeze flew by. She quietly took a seat next to you.

“What are you doing out here?” she questioned.

“Waiting for them to get back.”

“You worried?”

“Aren’t you?”

“Yeah, that’s why I couldn’t sleep.”

A semi-comfortable silence filled the air. You wished she hadn’t broken it.

“So, you really are pregnant? It was positive?”

You glanced at her with pure panic in your eyes. All you could do was nod.

She frowned. “You have to tell them, Y/N. You can’t keep this to yourself.”

“I don’t have to tell anyone,” you countered. “I can do whatever I want.”

You could tell she was frustrated with your attitude, but she remained calm. “If other people know, we can all help you. Everybody here cares about you. And don’t you think that Nick deserves to know-”

“Oh my god. Ofelia, it’s not-” You stopped yourself and thought about what exactly to say. “Look, I’m beyond tired right now. There’s literally a thing growing inside of me, like an actual human being forming. And I really don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to think about it.”

“Because you’re scared?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and your eyes glossed over with tears. “What if it dies inside me? What if it, like, rips me apart?”

“That won’t happen,” she whispered.

“You don’t know that,” you choked out, wiping your nose with your sleeve.

She took a deep breath. “When we were at the pharmacy today... I had a feeling that you would take the test and it would be positive. So, I thought ahead. I brought back prenatal vitamins for you, Y/N. It will help keep the baby healthy, okay?”

Before you could respond, a flash light beaming in the distance caught the attention from both of you. Ofelia got up, swiftly approaching the side of the yacht.

“Is it them?” you asked, trying to subdue your tears and worries for now.

She didn’t answer until the light went off and they were close enough for her to squint and see. She smiled, “It’s them. They’re back.”

When all three of them boarded, you stood in horror. They all looked distraught and Chris was covered in blood.

Ofelia covered in mouth in disbelief. “What happened?” she inquired, taking a few steps closer to her father.

Daniel shook his head and motioned towards Chris. “Why don’t you ask the boy?”

You gulped as you turned to Chris, raising an eyebrow. “What happened out there? Are you guys okay?”

“We’re fine,” he muttered, rushing inside. He threw his backpack down on the coffee table and was headed for the stairs when Travis called his name in quite possibly the most stern voice you had ever heard from him. Chris stopped short.

“We have to talk about this,” Travis demanded in pure anger. Your heart was pounding. What the fuck happened?

He spun around and stood his ground. “I already told you there’s nothing to talk about.”

“Chris, you could have gotten yourself killed,” Travis reprimanded.

“It was a chance I was willing to take! We got the meds. Now no one on this boat has to get sick ever again.”

And with that he stormed down the steps as Madison was coming up. She gave Travis a curious look and you decided to go after Chris. As you rushed down the stairs you saw the door to the sleeping quarters slam. He was on edge, no doubt, and you didn’t want to make it worse. But you also considered yourself as the only person on board who would ever take the time to actually listen and understand him - and you knew he knew that. So you started with a gentle knock.

Silence.

You knocked again putting a little more strength into it.

Silence.

You let out a frustrated breath and added, “Chris, it’s me.”

The door opened not a second later. You immediately noted that he discarded his blood-drenched sweatshirt and shirt. He moved aside to let you in and promptly shut the door behind you.

There was another moment of silence, so you decided to be the first to speak, keeping your voice steady and filled with concern. “What happened out there?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “There was a room with a bunch of medication in it, antibiotics, vitamins, and like a dozen of the infected. It was like someone herded them all in there so no one would try to get to the meds. And my dad said it wasn’t worth the risk, but I knew it was. All we had to do was take out the infected and it would be a gold mine,” he explained. “Even Daniel said it wasn’t worth it so they started moving on, but I knew I had to do it with or without their help.”

“You know I told you not to wander off again,” you said, half-heartedly.

He pursed his lips. “I know. But I did it for you, Y/N. You’ve been feeling sick lately and I just needed to help.”

You felt lightheaded at the gesture, but also panicked at the realization that he really had no idea what was really going on with you. You weren’t sick, you were pregnant. When you were going to tell him was beyond you. All you knew for sure was that he put himself in immense danger to make you feel better and your stomach had butterflies and you were so glad he was okay.

You could feel your pulse racing through your veins as you stepped forward and lightly cupped his cheeks, your skin brushing against the smudged splatters of blood that were beginning to dry. You couldn’t think of anything to say, so you leaned closer to him, gently pressing your lips against his. His hands wandered to your lower back where his thumbs traced circles over the fabric of your sweater.

This was the first time you two had kissed since that night. You pulled back and whispered, “You should probably take a shower.”

“What, do I smell?” he joked.

You scrunched your nose and smiled. “Sorta. You’re also covered in blood.”

“Fair enough.” He quickly pecked your lips once more before reaching for some clean clothes.

You were sure you were blushing as you watched him stroll down the hallway to the bathroom. Once he was out of sight, you walked into your shared room with Alicia. She was sitting on her bunk. Her hair was wet; you assumed she had just cleaned up as well.

“Hey,” you greeted.

She slowly looked over at you. “There’s a pregnancy test in the bathroom trash,” she spoke softly. Your heart sunk and the boat engine started up.

“Oh. Uh, whose do you think it is?” You hoped you sounded convincing.

She sighed. “My mom, most likely. I don’t think she and Travis ever talked about having kids, it can’t be planned. Now isn’t exactly the best time to expand the family tree.”

You nodded in agreement.

The sound of the shower turning on reminded you that the test was still in the trash. You hoped Chris hadn’t seen it, but if he hadn’t then he might see it on his way out.

You were exhausted and petrified, but the adrenaline that shot through your body in that moment made you feel truly alert. “I’ll be right back,” you told Alicia before leaving the room as casually as possible.

The hallway was empty, so you rushed to the bathroom door. You slowly turned the knob, grateful that it was unlocked. You sifted through the trash for a moment and saw it. God, it was so obvious, it was practically right on top. You could only assume he didn’t see it. You weren’t even sure he knew you were in the room. The mirror that you had been staring in that same morning was steaming up, and it brought you back to how normal everything used to be. A soft moan to your side caught your attention. You leaned a little closer. It wasn’t like how the infected sound. In fact, it reminded you of the sounds from that night. And that’s when you realized what he was doing.

Your jaw nearly dropped and you rushed out of there. You took your time closing the door so it didn’t make a loud clicking noise.

“What are you doing?”

You jumped and spun around to see Nick standing in front of you. You hid the pregnancy test, clear as day in your right hand, behind your back and leaned against the wall. “Oh, I was just... I had to take some Tylenol, I have a headache.”

You were lying through your teeth.

He looked skeptical and tilted his head to the side. “Okay. I hope it kicks in soon. You should get some sleep.”

“Thanks.” You speed-walked to your room, quickly rushing over to your bag of clothes, slyly putting the pregnancy test at the bottom. When you stood up, Alicia was curiously watching you. You were holding some sweatpants to change into for the night. Thankfully, she thought nothing of your mildly frantic behavior and she rolled over and faced the wall.

You don’t remember falling asleep, but you think it must have happened as soon as your head touched the pillow. You awoke to light filling the room and your body screaming that it still hadn’t had enough rest. You could take a hint, so you closed your eyes and drifted off again.

The water was seeping into the raft. It would be minutes until it could no longer float. A hand on your knee felt reassuring until you looked down and noticed your basket ball sized stomach. You couldn’t help but start panicking. It was Chris by your side, but you didn’t feel safe anymore. He told you to start pushing. Suddenly Alicia was on your other side, she looked like she had seen a ghost. Keep pushing, Chris was telling you. Nothing was happening. And then you were screaming as you noticed your abdomen being ripped open from the inside. Chris was crying now and Alicia was gone. Maybe she fell into the water? You were sure you only blinked, but now Chris was cradling the baby in his arms. You watched him holding it with such love in his eyes as you drifted in the middle of the sea with a deflating raft. You would have started crying too until you noticed your baby start to decompose as if time was sped up somehow. Chris seemed unbothered as he handed the baby to you. The moment you touched it, it opened it’s eyes. They were yellow. Almost like a glowing yellow. It opened it’s mouth as if it scream and you saw razor sharp teeth right in front of your face-

You woke up in a cold sweat. Whatever your subconscious was trying to tell you, it needed to be quiet. You slowly sat up, wiping beads off sweat of your forehead. That was when the nausea slowly crept up on you. Taking a few deep breaths to relax yourself, you noticed that Alicia wasn’t in her bed so you wondered what time it was.

You decided to take a shower, still feeling a bit sluggish even as you got out and dressed yourself for the day. You assumed everyone was on deck so that’s where you went.

Madison was in the kitchen, holding a glass of water. Ofelia and Alicia were on the couch playing a card game, Nick was watching them.

“Good morning sleepyhead,” Madison said to you. “Nice of you to join us.”

You saw Chris sitting outside with his dad. Your cheeks burned as you remembered kissing him last night and hearing him in the shower.

“You want to play?” Ofelia asked.

You reluctantly agreed, hoping your stomach would settle down.

Strand stopped the boat and Daniel and Nick were fishing off the side, hoping for dinner. Chris had gone downstairs while Madison joined Travis outside. You wanted to follow Chris, but you also didn’t want to be obvious so you stayed where you were.

“Y/N, are you feeling any better today?” Alicia questioned without warning.

Feeling Ofelia staring at you, you gave a quick shrug. “A little, I guess.”

“That’s good.” You noticed Alicia glance outside at her mom and Travis. “Do you think he knows?”

“What?”

“Do you think he knows she’s pregnant?”

Ofelia sat up straighter and you tried to keep your eyes from bugging out of your head.

“What do you mean?” Ofelia asked.

Alicia lowered her voice, even though nobody was around. “I found a pregnancy test in the bathroom last night and I think it’s positive.”

“That’s- You think your mom took it?”

“Yeah. Makes the most sense.”

Ofelia glanced over to see your expression. Luckily you had perfected your poker face.

“I’m going to ask her about it tonight. I’ll probably mention it to Nick before, too,” Alicia started explaining.

There was no way this wouldn’t end in everybody learning the truth, but you were not ready. Not even close.

She continued, “I really can’t believe they would be so reckless. Seriously, how dumb do you have to be to let yourself get knocked up while the world is turning to absolute shit?”

Ouch. That made your eyes start to water a bit.

Ofelia chewed on her bottom lip as if she was in deep thought. She finally spoke, “Hey, maybe you should go ask them about it right now. I mean, the cat’s already halfway out of the bag, right?”

“No,” you quickly interjected. “You should let them talk about it when they’re ready.”

Alicia narrowed her eyes, and you wondered if she could see the pure panic happening inside your mind. “Are you okay?” she asked. Maybe your eyes were watering too much.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You tried to laugh it off and turned everyone’s attention back to the game. After Alicia won, she went downstairs for a bathroom break. You took the time to clear things up with Ofelia. “Oh my god, she thinks it’s her mom. What the hell do I do?”

“Tell her the truth.”

“No, what do I do besides that?”

“Y/N, that’s all there is to do,” Ofelia said. “The prenatal vitamins are in my room by the way if you ever decide to start taking them which I think you should.”

It took all you had to not burst into tears in that moment. You saw her point. Telling the truth to everybody would be best thing to do. You wouldn’t have to live with the secret anymore and perhaps the adults will be furious and Chris will be taken aback, but maybe it was best if they just knew already.

You took a slow breath. “How do I tell them? How do I tell them without having everyone disappointed in me?”

She grabbed your hand for support. “You just tell them the truth, alright? Everybody here cares for you and they will have no choice but to come to terms with it, okay? And you have me on your side to start.”

“Thank you,” you whispered.

The setting sun cast a pink hue over the skyline and everybody was outside admiring it - except for Travis, who was finishing cleaning up dinner, and Strand, who was in the wheelhouse. You were planning on taking Ofelia’s advice and simply telling everyone, but you needed to tell Chris first.

You stood next to Chris, asking to talk to him in private, and swiftly grabbed his hand and led him past his father and down the steps. Travis watched the two of you disappear downstairs, not knowing what to think. You supposed it didn’t matter if you weren’t being subtle anymore because everyone was going to know what was going on soon enough.

You entered your room and shut the door behind him.

“Okay, what’s going on?” he asked.

Your heart was pounding against your chest as you reached to the bottom of your bag and pulled out the pregnancy test. You gripped it tightly in your hands, feeling like you were going to pass out as you turned around to face him. The fear on your face was unmistakable. You were holding the test close to your chest, almost cradling it.

Chris glanced at your hands. “What’s that?”

You inhaled sharply before finding your voice. “Pregnancy test.”

He shifted uncomfortably on his feet. “What?”

“It’s a pregnancy test,” you said, a little louder with as much confidence as you could muster.

“Why do you have that?” he asked wearily.

Your mouth went dry and your tongue suddenly felt like sandpaper. “Because I took it.”

He didn’t say anything. He just stared at you, eyes growing wider by the seconds.

“It’s positive,” you told him, your nausea feeling worse than before. You looked down at the test in your hands, wanting nothing more than to run upstairs and throw it overboard. You began rambling, “It’s positive, so I-I guess I’m gonna have a baby unless it turns and eats me apart from inside or I die giving birth because that happens sometimes you know. I don’t want it to happen, but it could. It might.”

When you finally looked up at him, he was cautiously taking a few steps toward you. He looked completely panicked. “Uh, I.... Um-”

“I’m sorry,” you uttered before he could get the words out. “I didn’t want to tell you, but I guess you deserve to know and you were going to find out eventually. Please say something.”

“You’re- Can I see that?” he asked softly.

You nodded and showed him the test.

“How do you know it’s positive?”

“’Cause it has the two lines.”

“Holy shit,” he breathed out in absolute shock.

“That’s exactly what I said,” you half-smiled at him, hoping to lighten the mood and break the extreme tension in the room.

After a short silence, he pursed his lips and lowered his voice. “So, this isn’t like a joke? This is real?”

“It’s real, Chris. I wish it wasn’t, but it is.”

He gulped in response.

“You don’t hate me now, do you?”

Out of everything he’s learned in the past minute, that question seemed to take him by the biggest surprise. He quickly shook his head. “No. How could you even ask that, Y/N? I could never hate you. And this is my fault anyway.”

And that was all it took for you to burst into tears. You had a sudden tidal wave of emotions rush through your body and you couldn’t hold it together. He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you in a tight embrace.

“I’m scared,” you sobbed into his shoulder.

“Me too,” he whispered.

“Dad, Y/N is pregnant. Dad, I got Y/N pregnant. I’m sorry, Dad, I didn’t realize that pulling out was an option.” Chris let out a scoff, “I can’t do this.”

“The first one sounded fine. And you’re not doing it alone, okay? I’ll be there too,” you explained. “I can even be the one to say it.”

He was pacing the room, trying to figure out how to tell his father. You were laying down on your bed, exhausted. You were always tired lately. Probably because your body was overworking itself forming a human.

Sitting down at the edge of the bed, he gently rested his hand on your leg. “Look, you don’t have to be there if you don’t want to. He’s going to be mad.”

“It will be easier if we just tell him together, Chris,” you said.

“But we don’t have to tell him today,” he countered.

“You’re right, we don’t.”

He smiled.

You quickly added, “But we should.”

His smile disappeared. He licked his lips, thinking what to say next. “Once he knows... once everyone knows, everything will be different.”

“Everything is already different,” you whispered.

He looked frightened, but you noticed him try to relax himself. He leaned forward. “I’m sorry,” he said softly before kissing your forehead.

You quickly sat up. “Don’t apologize. Do I want to have a baby? No, not really. But I am. We are. And... we both... It was both of us.”

He let out a slow breath, about to say something. A knock on the door interrupted him and startled you both. “Y/N? Chris?”

It was Travis. Surely he had gotten suspicious of you and Chris running off hand in hand and decided to check in.

You both shared a nervous glance. “It’s open,” you decided to call out. Neither of you bothered to move as the door opened and Travis peeked his head inside.

“Hey,” he greeted. “Everything alright?”

Chris nodded. “Yeah, everything’s fine.”

“Well, everybody is upstairs and I just couldn’t help but notice that you were both in a rush to get down here,” he pointed out, stepping further into the room.

“Uh, yeah. Actually, there’s something we need to tell you,” you stammered.

This caught his attention. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged, “Okay.”

“I feel like you should sit down,” you advised.

A nervous chuckle escaped his lips. “You’re scaring me a little.”

Madison appeared in the doorway behind Travis. Telling them both at the same time would be killing two birds with one stone, but you decided you wanted to tell Alicia at the same time too. So you got to your feet. “We should all go upstairs.”

You could sense the tension as you motioned for Travis and Madison to take a seat on the couch. Chris was simply watching you take control as you walked outside to get Alicia. In doing so, you grabbed the attention of everyone else. And suddenly everybody was sitting inside, even Strand who joined out of curiosity.

He poured a glass of whisky. “Let’s make this quick,” he urged.

You swallowed, squeezed your eyes shut, and took a deep breath to calm your heart rate.

“Okay, um, I’m... I’m pregnant,” you admitted.

Alicia’s eyes widened. She looked... betrayed? You couldn’t tell. And you suddenly felt like crying.

Travis stood up slowly. “Chris?”

“Yeah?” His throat felt dry.

“Is this... A-Are.... Did you... I-”

“It’s mine,” he confirmed.

Nick leaned against the couch and snorted, “Maybe we should look for condoms the next time we go to shore.”

“It’s a little late for that,” you contended.

“How long have you known?” Madison asked. She seemed oddly calm.

“Since yesterday,” you answered.

“You were never sick. You were pregnant,” she realized.

You nodded.

Travis started shaking his head. “No, this has to be a mistake. How can you know?”

“I took a pregnancy test-”

“Where the hell did you get a pregnancy test? I can’t imagine Strand had one lying around on the boat.”

“After everybody left, I went to shore too and found one.”

Chris, who didn’t know that, narrowed his eyes. “You went out there alone?”

“No, I wasn’t alone. Ofelia went with me.”

Daniel looked at his daughter with disapproval and you felt a little bad for ratting her out, but there was no use in lying about it.

“Okay, so you took one test. That doesn’t mean it’s accurate,” Travis exclaimed.

Madison let out a loud, disappointed sigh. “No, she has all the symptoms. I can tell.”

“She’s just a little sick. It’s not-”

“She’s been feeling nauseous, she puked, and she’s always tired.”

Nick absentmindedly chimed in again. “And her boobs are bigger.”

Everybody gave him a glare and he hunched over, presumably understanding that he should stay quiet for now.

“Travis, I’ve been through it. I know,” Madison told him.

“And you’re okay with this?” he nearly shouted.

That was when Madison angrily stood up. “No, I’m not okay with this. Not at all. But there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“Dad, I’m sorry,” Chris mumbled.

“Hey, I don’t want to hear it right now, Chris. Do you even realize what you’ve done?”

You stepped closer to Chris defensively, clinging onto his arm. “Don’t be mad at him.”

“He got you pregnant, Y/N.”

“You’re really going to make me say it? It takes two to tango,” you replied angrily.

“I, um.... I just need to think.” Travis sighed and walked outside dramatically.

“So, are we going to have to listen to a screaming baby on board?” Strand wondered, prompting another sip of his drink.

You felt defeated. You truly expected Travis to handle it better. He always seemed like the reasonable and rational one. But, perhaps finding out he’s going to be a grandfather was enough for him to not be able to remain stable.

You frowned and made awkward eye contact with Alicia for a moment, who quickly got to her feet and rushed down the stairs.

“I imagined this going better,” you whispered to Chris. He simply placed a kiss on your temple to comfort you.

#lowkey i went off #fear the walking dead #fear twd imagine #ftwd imagine #ftwd imagines #chris manawa #chris manawa imagine #chris manawa x reader #reader insert #ftwd x reader #ftwd #imagines

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Hell On Wheels Ch12

WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS MENTIONS OF ATTEMPTED RAPE AND RACIAL SLURS THAT MAYBE OFFENSIVE TO SOME!

"Is this the Teller girl?" he asked, she nodded and smiled

"It is" Patterson told him, closing your eyes you mumbled

"Shit" him still smiling at you, he pulled a knife from his pants and walked over to you

"Your brother, little girl. Put you in some very serious danger, do you know that?" he asked as he placed the knife to your throat.

Trying to keep yourself calm, you fiddled with the cheap handcuffs that they used on you.

He reared his hand back with the knife coming down with it, using all of the strength you have you kicked him as hard as you could in the crotch. Him bending over to hold his aching parts you pulled your hands free of the handcuffs and grabbed the knife from him.

Patterson just stood there wide eyed, scared to death. "I'm a Teller, you should have known to use better handcuffs" You smiled at her, Brogan stood up and started after you.

As he reached you he was met in the stomach with the knife he had brought. Gasping for air, eyes wide, blood spilling from his mouth you could see the life leaving his body.

"That's for thinking you could kill a Teller" you said, twisting the knife in his stomach and yanking it up making sure that even if paramedics got to him they couldn't save him.

Watching him fall to the ground, you smiled at your victory.

"Put the knife down, hands above your head" You heard one of Patterson's officers tell you

Doing as told, you dropped the knife and put your hands up.

"Shoot her" Patterson demanded her officer, both of you just looked at her

"I said to shoot her," she said again, he took his aim and pressed his finger on the trigger.

One shot, two shots, three shots, four shots, five shots, they continued. Throwing yourself on the ground trying to stay out of the crossfire, you saw Patterson's officer on the ground with a bullet in his head.

"Get up," someone told you, you looked up to see a female officer above you. You did as told and stood.

"Lieutenant Jarry" she said,

"Okay, are you here to play hero or something?" You asked, waiting for her to go bad cop on you

"Nope" she smiled at you

"Then what do you want" You questioned her

"I did you a favor, now I want one in return" he said

"What kind of favor?" You gave her a confused look

"Tell Filip to give me another chance" she smiled at you

"I cant do that, they will kill me if they find me" You told her, she didn't quite understand

"Please, i'll do anything. Whatever you want" She begged

"I'll ask, but i'm not going anywhere near them. And I want to kill HER" you pointed at Patterson

"Myself and I want mine and one other person's name cleared of any APB's or warrants," You told her what you wanted

"I can make that happen" She smiled, reaching behind her back she pulled out a gun, digging into her pocket she pulled out a glove and handed it to you.

You put it on as she handed you the gun right after, taking a look at it. You noticed it was the same kind the club use.

"No numbers, no prints. All the blame put on IRA" She smiled at you, you smiled back at her.

Making sure the gun was loaded, you look aim and fired. Taking the gun and placing it in Brogan's hand, you turned to the Lieutenant.

"Now what?" You asked,

"Now we go to the station and I help you with the rest of that favor and then you help me with mine" She said, smiling. Why was she so obsessed with getting back with Chibs you questioned yourself.

"So who else did you want cleared?" she sat behind her desk

"Juan Ortiz" you said

"Cant happen. He's wanted for questioning about Roosevelt" she said

"Then I cant help you with Chibs," You said back,

"Why do you want him cleared so bad?" she questioned you

"Don't worry about that, make it happen or no more Chibs for you" You threatened

"The best I can do is say that I assume he's dead from the club, and that's a maybe to get him clear" she said,

"Better start telling your boss. You don't get your end until mines done" you smirked at her

She sat at her desk on the phone, talking back and forth with someone on the phone

"Yes sir, we have reason to believe that he is deceased," She told the man on the other end of the phone

"Alright. Thank you sir" She smiled, as she hung up the phone

"All clear, both of you. Now time for my end" She said standing up.

["Follow me" she said as she walked out of the office and to her squad car, she opened the door for you to get it. Getting in she put the car in drive and took off.

"Why did you bring me here?" you turned and asked her wide-eyed, as she pulled in past the gate to the clubhouse

"Just securing my end of the deal" She smiled as she turned off the engine and exited the car, walking around to your side of the car she opened the door

"Get out" she demanded, doing as told you stepped out of the car

As soon as you stood up she guided you by your shoulder towards the picnic table where the whole club was waiting. Reaching the tables she let go of you and turned to face you

"Make my end happen then give me a call" she said just before she started walking away.

"Let's go talk" Jax said gesturing for you to follow him inside.

With your arms crossed over your chest, you followed behind him inside the clubhouse.

"Wow, it looks different, what happened?" You questioned as you looked at how different the clubhouse looked from the last time you were here.

"Fuckin Irish" Chibs blurted out causing a smile to form on everyone's face including your own

"You must have really pissed them off" You said looking at Jax with a smile still on your face

"That i did" He smiled, then continued walking towards the new chapel.

Opening the doors the big reaper table was still in the middle of the room

Jax walked his seat at the head of the table where the gavel was sitting, pointing to the chair on his right

"Sit" he said, as you slowly walked towards the seat you sat down in it.

Putting the edge of your jacket sleeves over your hands, you stared down at them

"What's the deal with Jarry?" Jax asked you once everyone was seated except for Happy who stood behind you leaning up against the wall.

You could feel everyone's eyes on you waiting for you to answer

"She kept Patterson from having one of her guys kill me, in return she wants Chibs to give her another chance, " You said playing with your hands in your lap

"Is that it?" Chibs asked from across the table.

Nodding your head up and down you responded to him.

"Sure, I'll do it" Chibs said giving you a short smile

"Come on let's have a drink" Jax smiled at you as he stood from his chair

"Where's the bathroom?" You asked as you stood up after him.

"T.O show her to the dorm that ma set up" Jax told him, he nodded and started

After passing a few doors he stops and points at the room.

Turning the knob and walking in, you noticed everything in the room was yours. You assumed your mom did it. Walking into the bathroom that was to the left you shut the door and did your business.

Washing your hands and drying them on the towel that hung over the linen door, you unlocked the door.

Stepping out of the bathroom you noticed T.O was still in the room and extremely close to the bathroom with you.

"Do you need something?" You asked clearly confused as to why he was still in the room.

He took a step towards you, knowing something wasn't right you took a step back.

With another long strid, he was right in front of you pinning you against the wall.

"You're helping a rat, and for that you're going to pay" he said as his hand traveled up your clothes to the zipper of your jacket, he unzipped it then tore off the button up tee you had on making the buttons fly off.

"Get your hands off me" You screamed, as you kicked and threw punches at him

"This is what you deserve," he said grabbing you by the wrist and throwing you on the bed

"Get off me" You said again as he climbed on top of you, using one hand to cover your mouth he used the other to start unbuttoning your jeans.

Struggling to get out of his grip you managed to get some good hits in which only pissed him off even more. Before you even knew it your pants were at your knees and about to be at your ankles. Still kicking and screaming you closed your eyes and hoped someone would hear you.

Not a minute later his weight was lifted off of you, opening your eyes you saw him up against the wall with Happy's hand wrapped tightly around his throat. You quickly pulled your pants back up and zipped up your jacket, looking over at the two of them it was obvious that he was struggling to breathe.

"Im should kill you right now but I wont....i'll finish later" Happy said to him before he punched him, knocking him out cold.

Turning around to face you he found you standing there watching him with tears still falling down your face, taking 3 long steps towards you, he guided you out of the room with his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

Walking into the bar all eyes turned towards the two of you, Jax looked at you with a confused look then to Happy with the same look. "Im taking her to Jarry, getting her out of here" He told Jax as he led you towards the door.

"What happened?" Jax asked before you exited the door

"Fucking nigger, He doesn't leave until im done with him" Happy responded to Jax, you couldn't tell by Jax's face if he understood or not.

Walking over to his bike, Jax, Tig, and Chibs followed.

"Be safe" Jax said as he pulls you in for a hug and kisses the top of your head

"I will" you say, soon Chibs is pulling you in for a hug.

"Take care of him, he's got no one else" he whispers in your ear, you give him a look of confusion. He refuses to be fooled by it and gives you a stern look knowing you know who he's talking about.

You nod your head at him and give Tig a hug, saying your final goodbye to the guys you get on the back of his bike as he started it and drove out of the lot.

Reaching the police station Happy walked you inside to Jarry's office, she seemed kind of surprised to see the both of you standing there.

"Get here out of here" Happy says to her, she nods her head and grabs her keys off the desk.

He follows the two of you out of her office and towards her car where he bike is parked next to.

You're about to open the door when he pulls you into a hug. After a few moments, you finally wrap your arms around him, you can feel his grip on you grow tighter.

He keeps a tight grip as if he doesn't want to let go because he doesn't want too,

"Im sorry" you hear him say, you just nod your head up and down. Truly accepting his apology, you feel his chest rise and fall in a sigh before he releases you. With tears threatening to spill from your eyes you start to open the door again but he quickly makes a rash decision and places both hands on your cheeks and pulls you in for one last kiss.

You were so addicted to his taste, that you almost kissed back before he finally released you and walked away. You got inside the car and buckled your seatbelt. Jarry put the car in drive and started out of the lot, she looked at you as she was leaving the lot.

"Wouldn't take you for the type of girl to fall for him" She said

"Looks can be deceiving" you reply as wait for this to be over and back with Juice.

#sons of anarchy #Jax Teller #chibs telford #tig trager #T.O #happy lowman

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