#it’s literally nowhere near Halloween I’m just watching Scream right now
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the batkids (and superfam/ flash fam/ Titans etc, if they’re around) have a drinking game on Halloween where they have to take a shot every time they see someone dressed as them. Cass and Duke usually end up dry, Steph and Jason get a few, Dick is falling off roofs by the end of the night, and the Robins would be wiped if their siblings let them shoot anything but apple cider. once he’s the Flash, Wally also usually ends up pretty fucked. Jaime always gets at least a few. Conner gets a surprising amount, although he suspects it’s just because a Superman costume with a leather jacket over the top is warmer than a regular Superman costume. the next day, all the kids brag about how many they got and how hungover, arguing over who’s the fan favorite among the kids.
what they don’t know is that the tradition started with the JL when they were younger (they also don’t know it’s the real reason Bruce hates Clark so much— he always got more kids)
#it’s literally nowhere near Halloween I’m just watching Scream right now#also sorry I meant to get out that batfam/ superfam thing a couple days ago😭🫠#it’s almost done I swear I’m just in a rough spot rn#anyways#dc#batfam#batkids#jason todd#dick grayson#tim drake#damian wayne#cassandra cain#stephanie brown#duke thomas#wally west#jaime reyes#conner kent#red hood#nightwing#red robin#robin#blackbat#spoiler#signal#kid flash#blue beetle#superboy
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October
Fandom: Halloween
Pairing: Michael Myers X Reader
Warnings: Death, attempted rape (not by Michael), hurt. (also not proof read because it’s 4am and I’m very inspired so I’ll proof read it another day).
Summary: Y/N hates fall, but that changes upon meeting someone special.
Words: 2.8k
A/N: I’ve been obsessed with the song ‘we fell in love in October’ by Girl in Red and yeah this just kinda happened because of it.
Fall had never been Y/N’s favourite season. As a matter of fact, it was one she hated and dreaded the most each year. Well, until she met him.
They met during October, nearing Halloween.
Sure, she had heard the whispers about the infamous Michael Myers who murdered his sister and many others. Did she care? No. Not really anyway. It wasn’t like she’d ever see him… right?
Well, that’s what she thought. She had never believed that she’d ever meet him, nor see him. But, everyone can be wrong sometimes.
The stars glistened brightly as Y/N lay on a blanket, gazing at them dreamily.
It might have been cold, freezing actually, and the jacket that hung loosely from her body provided very little warmth, but she still enjoyed it. Despite hating fall, she did particularly like the late nights. Not many people would be around on the nights due to the cold weather which meant that she was able to be alone whenever she wished, except for Halloween of course when children and teenagers alike would be wandering the streets of Haddonfield.
Lost in her thoughts whilst staring at the stars, she finally realised something.
“Shit I’m lonely.” A slight chuckle left her lips at the words.
As if on cue, a sadistic voice sounded behind her causing her whole body to tense, “Do you often talk to yourself late at night?” She could almost hear the smirk through his words which was followed by numerous laughs.
Quickly climbing onto her feet, she turned to face the people, who she quickly assumed was a gang after seeing their similar outfits and weapons ‘hidden’ in their pockets.
“Sometimes, yes.” She gave a casual smile, doing her best to hide how afraid she truly was. Despite the shaking of her hand, she showed not true fear, her eyes simply filled with determination. “Can I help you gentlemen?”
“I believe you can, pretty lady.” The man, who she believed to be the leader of the gang, stepped towards her with a huge smirk on his lips.
“How so?” Y/N’s head tilted to the side, hair falling with the movement, covering her face in a cute manner that almost made the men feel guilty; key word being almost.
Nothing could really change their beliefs after it being instilled in them from being children.
All five of the men walked towards her, an action that made the girls strong stance falter. Both her stance and demeanour crumbled into tiny pieces as the first guy grasped her shoulder tightly, leaving her unable to shrug it off despite her attempts.
“Let go of me.” She mumbled, eyes darting towards the ground.
“Awe, you sound so cute when you say that.” Another man chuckled, beginning to palm himself through his, almost too tight, jeans which made her realise what was about to happen. “Say it again.” He stifled a moan at her small, afraid whimpers.
“Please.” Her tone was a pleading one, simply sparking the enjoyment and pleasure in the men’s eyes.
“Awe, she’s so cute guys. Maybe we should kee-“The leaders voice was cut short by a knife to the heart, blood quickly making its way to his mouth, pouring down his lips. Everyone, besides the perpetrator of course, stood frozen still.
Y/N watched in horror as each of the men were slaughtered in front of her.
It was only once the last man fell to the ground that she finally looked up to see the man who has rescued her.
“Michael…” The name left her lips before she could even stop herself. All she got in return was a simple head tilt from the extremely tall man. “Thank you.” She whispered to him before taking a step forward. “Even if it was a strange last sight, I still appreciate it.” Her words came out hoarse now as she realised that it was the end of her life.
Michael simply tilted his head again, looking almost like a confused puppy. In fact, it was cute to her. Sure he had just murdered five men, but he saved her and she couldn’t thank him enough for that, even if he was about to kill her.
Y/N’s eyes closed as she stood in front of Michael, his body towering over her in a way that intimidated her significantly. Her body braced herself for the stab.
One second…
Two seconds…
Three seconds…
She wasn’t sure how long she was stood there, but the stab never came. Her eyes flew open, wondering as to why she was still breathing, only to reveal Michael was no longer stood there.
That was at the start of October.
It had been over a week since then and she was still alive as well as extremely confused.
He saved her and then didn’t kill her? Michael Myers? Willingly sparing somebody’s life?
From what she had heard, she assumed that that wasn’t normal for him. But the more she thought about it, the more confused she became.
Each night was spent wondering why he spared her life; why he saved her.
Sure, maybe it was the bloodlust. But why would he spare her? She didn’t know him, he didn’t know her and he was some bloodthirsty killer.
She thought nearly every hour of every day, pondering why he spared her, but she was unable to think of a valid and reasonable answer.
Little did she know, she would receive her answer that day.
Y/N’s lips formed into an O shape as she puffed out the smoke from her lips, cigarette limp in her hand which hung beside her thigh.
The roof she was on was one she visited often.
Nobody was able to come up here, meaning that she was the only one here.
She did love to be alone, like she was right now.
Or so she thought.
Behind her stood a tall, masked man that the entirety of Haddonfield knew as Michael Myers, the guy who killed many, including five men a week ago.
He stalked towards her, knife nowhere in sight, simply store in his pocket, close to reach if he needed to grab it, but hidden enough to not scare the girl.
He watched fascinated as she lifted the lit cigarette to her lips. He caught sight of her painted fingernails, a nice shade of red. It was strange of Michael to pay attention to such simple things, tending to be focused on the colour of the blood pouring from his victims. Maybe that was why he noticed her nails; the blood red reminding him of his victims.
Michael himself wasn’t entirely sure as to why he spared her life. He had stalked her for the past week ever since the incident, the feeling in his stomach leaving him irritated. He became especially irritated when he couldn’t bring himself to force the steel knife into her chest whilst she slept soundly, oblivious as to the fact that there was a killer hovering over her, unable to strike.
There was a small part of him that understood what the feeling was, an extremely small part that he ignored.
He was infatuated with her.
Maybe it was the way she did her best to stand up for herself, or the way she walked towards him unafraid despite having just witnessed him kill five other men. It could also be how she thanked him, despite knowing who he was. Or maybe he just liked the way his name sounded falling from her lips and he wished to hear it again.
He wasn’t sure which reason it was, maybe a combination of all of them. But he was fully aware of the fact that he couldn’t kill her; he had tried multiple times in the week following the incident but, despite the voices screaming at him to do it, he couldn’t bring himself to end her life.
Michael was now behind her on the rooftop, nearing the edge where she was stood, gaze focused on the scenery ahead of her, blissfully unaware of the shadow looming over her.
His huge hands gripped her shoulder, pushing her gently, a big enough push for her to be scared, a scream leaving her lips, but his grip tight enough making sure that she wouldn’t fall.
He didn’t want that.
Eyes wide, she spun around to face the person who had almost killed he.
Her eyes widened even more as she saw who stood in front of her,
“Michael…”
He simply nodded before leaving.
“Don’t go.” She called for him, pleading for him to stay, almost like she had pleaded for the men to stop.
She watched as his body came to a halt.
“Michael,” His body tensed, “please stay.”
He did.
That was how their relationship, if you could even call it that, began.
That was two weeks ago.
It’s only a week until Halloween.
Until Michael next killing spree.
Y/N wasn’t sure how it had happened, but Michael had ended up staying at her house nearly every night.
Sure, he crashed on the couch, surprising her, but he did stay with her.
The two grew attached to each other, even if Michael was unaware as to this fact. He was, however, aware of the fact that he couldn’t kill her; he couldn’t even harm her, even if he wanted too.
It was another night with Y/N lounging on the couch, watching some random movie that was playing on the TV. Weirdly enough, she was alone tonight. She had no idea where Michael was, and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t worried. But she knew him well enough, or at least she liked to think she did, to know that he could take care of himself. He’s a big man, quite literally.
A knock on her front door pulled her attention away from her thoughts as curiosity filled her body. She didn’t know who it could be. She wasn’t exactly expecting somebody, and it wasn’t Halloween so there’d be no kids looking for free candy, something that Y/N began to curse at herself for, remembering that she had meant to pick some up today.
The knocking grew louder and more aggressive the longer she waited.
“Hello?” Her voice was confused as she greeted the weird man on her doorstep.
“Y/N, right?” He was straight to the point.
“Uhm…?”
“Dr Loomis, I need to speak to you.” He barged past her, startling her immensely and she internally begged Michael would be here soon if things went badly.
“Okay?”
She carefully closed the front door, turning to face the guy named Loomis who was now stood in the middle of her lounge.
“What is it?” Her words were cautious, chosen with extreme carefulness as she wasn’t entirely sure who this man was.
“I know of your relationship with Michael Myers.”
Crap.
“My what?” Her words sounded confused, despite her knowing exactly what. “Michael Myers? As in the killer?”
“Don’t play dumb, Y/N. I know he’s been staying here, and you’ve been letting him. In fact, I know you’ve become quite attached to him but let me tell you this, he is evil, and doesn’t feel anything for you. I’m quite sure he’s simply here for a place to stay and will kill you when he finds another place.” Loomis’s words were sharp, he wasn’t playing around.
“I seriously don’t know what you mean. Now, I think you should leave before I call the police.” Y/N demanded, walking over to swing the front door open for him to leave.
“I’ll be back to deal with you.” He spat before having the door slammed in his face.
~
Y/N wasn’t too sure how long it had been as she was curled up on the couch, wondering what she could do.
Should she tell Michael? Should she keep it from him? How did this guy even know? Why did he want to know? What should she do?
The back door swung open, Michaels way of alerting her to his presence.
She payed on attention to the noise, simply remaining in her thoughts.
It wasn’t until he was in front of her did she finally break from those thoughts, looking up at him with such fear in her eyes, shortly followed by tears leaking from them, trickling down her cheeks.
“S-sorry.” The girl hiccupped, tilting her head in order to make her hair fall in front of her face, not wanting Michael to see her like this.
Once she realised that Michael wasn’t leaving, she glanced up.
He stood there, bloody knife still in hand as though he was preparing to attack, not her but somebody else. His masked head was tilted, the same as he did when he was confused.
“I met someone today.” Y/N’s words were quiet, not noticing the way Michaels grip on the knife tightened at the sentence, knuckles turning white as his whole body was strained with anger. “He knows you’ve been staying here. He said his name was Dr Loomis.”
Michael left.
~
That was two days ago now.
She hadn’t seen him in two days, and it was safe to say that she did miss him. And, weirdly enough, he missed her also, in his own Michael way.
She wandered the streets, unaware of the gaze focused on her and her alone. Y/N had decided on a thick jumper today which hugged her body in a way that actually provided warmth this time. Her jeans were also a source of warmth. The wind blew through her H/C locks, tossing them behind her.
She looked beautiful.
The girl had arranged to meet a friend today in order to take her mind off of Michaels disappearance.
She had let Loomis’s words get to her, assuming that he had found somebody else like he had said. But, he hadn’t killed her, not yet at least.
Her steps slowed down, eventually halting as she realised something. Something she wished she hadn’t.
She loved Michael.
She couldn’t think about this for more than ten seconds before hearing her name leave somebody’s lips behind her.
“Y/N! Hey, why’re you stood still you weirdo.” Jessica, Y/N’s friend, giggled as she jogged to catch up to her.
“Hey.” Y/N’s smile was forced, the daunting realisation from moments ago still on her mind.
“How’re you doing?” The other girls smile was not forced, genuinely happy to see her friend after three weeks.
“I’m good.” Another forced smile, “How are you?” She tensed as Jessica’s arms wrapped around her friends shoulder.
~
A relieved sigh left Y/N’s painted lips as the door closed behind her.
The thought of it being unlocked didn’t even cross her mind, desperate to get inside, change into comfy clothes and just sit down. However, those plans were stopped when she felt a rough hand tug on her elbow, turning her to face him: Loomis.
“What the fuck?” She did her best to rip her arm from his grasp but to no avail, “Let go of me you creep!” She yelled, violently tugging her arm again.
“Tell me of your relationship with Michael Myers!” Loomis yelled back, refusing to let go of her, despite how hard his grip was, both of them unaware of the fact that bruises would be left.
“I don’t have one!” Another yell from her.
“Yes you do! Where is he?”
Tears began to pour down her cheeks and Y/N wasn’t sure if it was from panic, stress or the pain in her arm.
“Please let go of me.” She whispered quietly, tears falling to the ground.
“Only if you tell me where he-“ Loomis’s words were cut short due to a stab through the heart, reminding Y/N of the way Michael and her met.
She felt the grip on her arm loosen before watching the body drop to the floor, revealing a shaking, panting Michael. “Michael…”
He was covered in blood, shaking with both anger and hatred.
How dare Loomis touch what is his.
His…?
Michaels sudden realisation was similar to Y/N earlier that day.
Michael had seen that realisation happen, however he wasn’t sure as to why she simply stopped in the middle of the street.
He wanted her to be his and his alone.
He wanted her to belong to him and him alone.
No, he needed her to.
Michael showed no sign of the internal conflict he was facing as he stood in front of her.
“Are you okay?” Her words were concerned, more worried about Michael than the pain in her arm as well as the bruising.
A simple nod from him followed by a head tilt, wordlessly asking her the same.
“I’m okay.” She gulped, unable to look him in the eyes, something which irritated him.
His annoyance was evident in his stride towards her, leaving her afraid.
She gulped again once he was in front of her, watching as his arm raised towards her, hand tightly gripping her jaw, forcing her to look him in the eyes, his eyes showing a strange emotion for him.
Trust.
They fell in love in October, and that’s why Y/N loves fall.
#Halloween#Halloween x reader#Halloween imagine#Halloween imagines#Michael Myers#Michael Myers x reader#Michael Myers imagine#Michael Myers imagines#Michael Myers one shot#Michael Myers one shots#Michael Myers fanfic#Michael Myers fanfiction#Myers#Myers x reader#Myers imagine#Myers imagines#Myers fanfiction#Myers fanfic#Slashers#Slashers x reader#Slashers imagine#Slashers imagines#Slashers one shot#Slashers one shots#Slashers fanfic#Slashers fanfiction
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Okay so I just realised it’s 4:40am ... (I’m nowhere near finished and it’s 5:50am)
Anyway. So I’ve got some of my favourites here for anyone who decided to come and join me :P these are in no particular order by the way :,)
A Pair of Idiots in Love
Words: 71,190 Works:7
Series summary: a bunch of really really cute (and slightly smutty) shorts about Harry and Louis and them living life to the fullest... in lockdown.
Note: I absolutely love this series, I think I’ve read it fifteen times over and it never gets boring. The balance of fluff and smut is so just *cheffs kiss*. I’m yet to read the seventh short actually, but I can’t wait to do so. I’d definitely recommend it to anyone who loves fluff (and smut) as much as me :)
Tags: I mean it’s a series so there are so many tags, I feel really bad for not putting them on here but it takes me ages. Anyway. There’s a lot of smut and a lot of fluff, some jealousy, petty fighting and just like tooth-rotting amounts of fluff but I’ve already said that :)
https://archiveofourown.org/series/2056104
Your mess is mine
Words:176723 Chapters:20/20
Summary: Louis is the father to the most brilliant little boy in the world who is all Louis really needs, or at least that's what he tells himself. Harry is a gorgeous boybander fresh off a two year break and a massive scandal that's left him a little broken and more than ready to move on. They fall in love.
Note: THIS NGKSKWKRKW SORRY MY GAY IS SHOWING BUT I CANT. I have a thing for single dad fics idk but it was just so p e r f e c t. You know? And like- ugh just- I’m gonna go read it again. ALSO NOAH IS THE CUTEST THING EVER PLEASE.
On a serious note however, I was really hesitant to read this at first. I hate angsty fics and scandals just scream sadness but honestly? You’d be slightly stupid not to read it. I loved it so much and god the angst is so little you barely even notice it!! Really would recommend to literally anyone.
Tags: Kid Fic, Famous Harry, Ordinary Louis, Fluff and Angst, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Past Drug Use, Single Dad, Louis Falling In Love, Non-Famous Louis, Friends to Lovers, Journalist Louis, Family Fluff, Pet Names, an abundance of pet names
https://archiveofourown.org/works/3426800/chapters/7508540
Through Eerie Chaos
Words:102,104 Chapters:5/5
Summary: The Ghost Hunter AU where Niall lives to prove ghosts are real, Zayn is a skeptical librarian and Harry gets caught up in a century-old mystery and catches feeling in the process.
Note: WHEN I TELL YOU THERE WERE TEARS.
God this fic- I sobbed through most of it I’m not going to lie. I am telling you all it was so worth it because the ending had me crying happy tears but g o d UGH I REALLY CANT IT IS SO GOOD
Tags: Alternate Universe-Ghost Hunters, Ghost Hunters Alternate Universe, Fantasy Alternate Universe, Historical Alternate Universe, 1920s Aristocracy, Haunted Houses, Haunted Manor, Supernatural Elements, Supernatural Investigation, Historical Inaccuracy, Typical Homophobia, Arranged Marriage, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, liam Ghost, Aristocrat Louis Tomlinson, Photographer Harry Styles, Ghost Hunter Niall Horan, Librarian Zayn Malik
https://archiveofourown.org/works/10875072/chapters/24160332 - JUST QUICKLY!! IM SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE BUT YOU NEED AN AO3 ACCOUNT :(- if anyone can’t get one I’ll be happy to help sort something out!!
knock knock, i love you
Words: 86,066 Chapters: 4/4
Summary: Harry and Louis get kicked out of a statistics exam for passing a knock knock joke note, and subsequently fall in love. Harry's a virgin, there's a cat, a hot cocoa date, a lot of sex, even more knock knock jokes, and everything is lovely and happy.
Notes: I think we’re getting a theme here but this fic was so absolutely unbelievably fluffy I cried from a sweetness overload more than once. It is quite literally a vanilla fic at its finest and I am honest to god in love with it. Anyone who likes a lot of smut would love this and there was nothing overly kinky in there so yeah :,D
Tags: fluff, Alternate Universe aCollege/University, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, First Time, Rimming, Dirty Talk, Banter, Knock-Knock Jokes, No Angst, Virgin Harry, Bottom Harry, Hot Cocoa, Date, Spooning, Come play, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Halloween, a cat named Sushi, Masturbation, Flirting
https://archiveofourown.org/works/8342227/chapters/19110898
driving instructor fic
Words: 104,935 works: 2
Summary: the AU where Louis is a 25-year-old driving instructor and Harry is a 17-year-old virgin who's really awful at seduction, except for the time he gets Louis to fall for him and fuck him senseless and take him on kinky adventures.
Note: THIS WAS SOME KINKY SHIT AND I HAD TO STEAL EVERYONES HOLY WATER TO MAKE MYSELF FEEL BETTER. I admittedly didn’t read the second part because I’m not really one for threesomes, not really my thing lmao but THE FIRST PART... I was on the edge of my bed for the entire thing because of the constant t e n s i o n. It was just amazingly written and I fell in love with it :]
Tags: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, side Zayn/Perrie, side Niall/BARBARA PALVIN YES, Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Perrie Edwards, 17!Harry/25!Louis, age gap, dom!Louis/sub!Harry, Daddy Kink, Virgin Kink, Bondage, breath play, Exhibitionism, collaring, Sex Toys, Barebacking, Overstimulation Orgasm Denial, Subspace, Kink ,Negotiation, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Possessiveness, Facials Marking
P.s. reading over the tags now.. fookin hell I don’t remember it being that bad gnjejejq I swear (this is what I get for not reading the tags lmao)
https://archiveofourown.org/series/86149
Crave
Words: 90,765 Chapters:11/11
Summary: All eyes are on Louis Tomlinson to bring new talent to save Hanover Records from the mess the previous executive left behind. His newest artist, Harry Styles, is charismatic and everything Louis needs to revive the label. It’s up to Louis and his team to make Harry the star he was born to be. When Harry and Louis come face to face, it isn’t the first time they’ve met, and their worlds are about to be turned upside down.
Note: so I often get this mixed up with another on this list (walk on the ocean) but I think that’s just because of how they first meet? Maybe.. I’m not sure. But anyway. What I’m trying to say is that these two are probably my favourite two which is absolutely bonkers considering the slight angst in both of them (if y’all hadn’t already picked up, I hate angsty fics) but g o d it’s so g o o d. And like- UGH THE ENDING NFKSKRJRW
Tags: Strangers, BDSMDom/sub, Bondage, CEO Louis, Musician Harry, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Sexual Tension, mentions of Simon Cowell, Daddy Kink, Sub Harry, Dom Louis, Kink Negotiation, Friends With Benefits, Nipple Play, Nipple Clamps, Sexting, Phone Sex, Cock Rings, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Anal Sex, Face-Fucking, Spanking, Riding, Top Louis, Top Harry, Bottom Harry, Bottom Louis, Multiple Orgasms, Begging, Handcuffs, Panties, Collars, Barebacking, Butt Plugs, Anal Fingering, Biting, Painplay, Aftercare, Subspace, Subdrop, Hair-pulling, Light Angst, Switching, Rope Bondage, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Sex Club, Kink Discovery, Kink Exploration, Dirty Talk, Happy Ending, Blindfolds, Teasing, Feathers & Featherplay, Spreader Bars, Coming Untouched ... so I didn’t realise the stuff I read was this bad h a
https://archiveofourown.org/works/12951438/chapters/29604861
walk on the ocean
Words:26,099 Chapters:5/5
Summary: Harry is an on the rise rock star. Louis is as far from the music scene as a famous producer's son can get. They meet and everything changes.
Note: again, I was really hesitant to read this one, I feel the summary doesn’t do it justice. The fic itself left me gobsmacked for the rest of the day, it was just written so well, it’s hard not to like [love]. It’s nowhere near as kinky as “crave” but it has its moments. I think that the angst got me a bit, but I didn’t shed too many tears and all in all it was just such a good read.
Tags: Surfer!Louis, Singer Harry, Louis has daddy issues, Minor Character Death, a wee bit of angst, Smut, Bottom Louis, Top Harry, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, the ocean
I also love this person right now because there aren’t that many tags :,,)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/7969168/chapters/18228733
Bite My Lip and Close My Eyes (Take Me Away to Paradise)
Words:3,937 Chapters:1/1
Summary: Or the one where Harry goes on the date from hell only to return home to find he’s not alone in his desire to wank over his room mate
Note: now it wouldn’t be a favourite list without the one very e x t r e m e l y shameful wank fic in there. Honestly there’s not much to say. It’s written really well and that’s that :). Not really because it’s kinky asf and I’m dying
Tags: Friends to Lovers, Roommates, 19 years old Harry, 21 years old Louis, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism
We’re What’s Right In This World
Words: 48,809 Chapters: 16/16
Summary: Or the World War II AU where Harry goes off to fight and all Louis wants to do is be the boy who brings him home.
Note: I DIDNT WANT TO READ THIS. THEN I DID. I CRIED A LOT. IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. I CRIED A LOT MORE. IT WAS SAD. IT WAS EVEN MORE SAD. THEN IT STARTED GETTING BETTER. THEN IT WASNT BETTER AND IT WAS SAD AGAIN. But it’s fine because the ending was so prefect it fixed my heart to a point of which I watched all of my sad Larry tiktoks without crying once :) (or maybe it broke me.. I’m not sure)
Tags: World War II, Alternate Universe - Historical, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Blind Louis, Soldier Harry, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Period-Typical Homophobia
https://archiveofourown.org/works/12211689/chapters/27734604
Okay I’m going to leave it there for now. It’s just gone six in the morning and I’m yet to go to sleep. My asks are always open and I’d love a chat if anyone wants one!! Remember to treat people with kindness. xx
#larry af#ao3 feed larry#larry stylinson#harry styles#louis tomilson#long reads#fanfic#fanfiction#one direction#larry shippers#larry styles#larry fanfic rec#larry fanfiction#larry stylinson fic#larry stylinson fanfiction
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Late - Part 1
Spencer Reid x Reader
(Warnings: The reader gets kidnapped, so there’s a lot of dark stuff there, there will be a part two as a conclusion, what happens, we’ll see;3)
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You sighed heavily as you looked at the clock on your phone, a frown on your brow as you put away your phone, wrapping your arms around yourself in attempt to get warm in the cold night air, your eyes scanning the streets, watching each face pass you, but none were his, pissing you off more. You were about to leave when you heard your name being called out to you, seeing him come running towards you, panting as he stopped right in front of you “I’m so sorry, I know I’m late and-” you put your hand up, cutting him off from his apology, and he saw the look on your face, his own softening as he saw that you wasn’t angry, you weren’t mad at him for being late again, for the 20th time or so, you were just sad. You looked down at your feet and shuffled them quietly, not saying a single word, which just made Spencer feel worse. “(Y/N) I-” you held your hand up again, stopping him as you gently shook your head, finally looking at him, tears threatening to spill over the corners of your eyes “don’t, Spencer, just don’t, alright?” you looked down again, hearing Spencer sigh as he wanted to apologize again, so he opened his mouth, but you knew him too well, looking up at him and shaking your head once “don’t, because I’ve heard it all before, I know what I signed up for when we got together, but this is the day you’re meant to be off, you know I hate to sound selfish but you were meant to spend this day with me, and you're two hours late, what have you even been doing for two hours?” you looked back up at him with a frown, you didn’t mean for your words to sound as harsh as they did, but you had literally been standing in the cold for two hours in a dress and heels, makeup on and a light jacket because you were meant to be inside.
“I was… I was reading a-”
“Case file, should’ve guessed” you mumbled the last part, looking back down before sighing, your eyes meeting his again “listen Spencer, I care about you, I really do, but this is the fifteenth time you’re late and-”
“Twentieth…” Spencer mumbled, making you frown as you studied him “excuse me?” you asked in a low voice, Spencer’s eyes not meeting yours “twentieth time…” he mumbled, making you scoff, another sigh escaping your painted lips before you walked to the edge of the street, waving down a taxi. You opened the door, about to get in the backseat when you turned to face a defeated Spencer, and your heart ached, not just for him but for you as well “take care of yourself, Spencer” you mumbled before getting in, telling your address to the driver, not even watching Spencer as you drove off, you couldn’t, you knew you’d jump out the moving car and run to him if you did.
You had only been driving for a few minutes when you noticed that you were definitely not near your apartment, a frown making it’s way onto your face as you looked around for a street name, your eyes catching the driver’s in the rearview mirror, seeing a nasty look in his eyes “uhm, I’m sorry but… you’re going the wrong way” you quietly said, seeing him only glance at you before back to the road “no, I’m not” he said in a disturbing voice, your eyes glancing at the door, seeing the lock in place, and you bit your lip in thought before faking a smile at him “oh right, sorry, I must’ve seen the wrong address, sorry” you said in a sweet voice before getting out your phone, dialing Spencer’s number, hoping and praying that he would pick up, and you nearly cried when you heard his voice “(Y/N), I’m so sorry I-”
“Hey Steph” you said in a cheerful voice, hearing Spencer pause on the other end, but you knew something was wrong with your driver, so you had to somehow get him to understand what you were doing “(Y/N)? Is everything alright?” he asked suspiciously, he was a genius, if only he was a telepath too, “yeah I’m on my way back, guess what? He didn’t show, again. No I’m fine, I just feel lost, like he’s not taking me where I need to go” you said the last part a bit too harshly, but the sinking feeling in your gut continued to grow, and finally it clicked for Spencer. You heard him scramble past a couple of people, apologizing, it sounded like he was inside, because you heard no cars on his end, which meant he was either home or at the bureau, either way suited you right about now. “Keep talking to me (Y/N)” he said on the line, you heard paper shuffling like he was hurrying to get something to write with, and you forced a laugh “of course, you know me” you said perhaps a bit too nervously, catching the eyes of your driver, whoever he was, and you felt even worse, quickly looking out the window “yeah, we’re just going past-” before you could say the street name felt yourself being knocked forward, the car stopping abruptly and your forehead slamming against the seat in front of you. Turning you saw the man, now wearing a hood of sorts, turn and face you, an angry look in your eyes as he reached over and hit you in the face, a groan escaping your lips at the pain, feeling the right side of your head throb in agony, and you remember yelling something and hearing something Spencer said on the phone, but you don’t remember what you yelled or what he said, or if it even was to you, and the next thing you knew, everything was black.
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You groaned as your eyes slowly opened, squinting at the light that was shining directly in your face, your head was throbbing with pain and you couldn’t move your arms or legs, that’s when you realized that you were tied down to a chair, leather straps being placed tightly around your wrists and ankles, the chair you were forced to sit in was made of metal and bolted to the floor. Once your eyes adjusted to the lights you looked around, seeing a room with tiles littering the floor and walls, the ceiling was made of concrete, so you assumed that behind the tiles was concrete as well. You looked at your wrists, seeing the leather bonds made you huff annoyed, why couldn’t he have used rope or tape like most bad guys? It’s easier to get out of. Your train of thought was cut off when you heard a lock shift, your eyes looking behind you, as much as possible, seeing a man come into your view, slowly making his way towards you and in front of you, the light from the lamp still blinding you, it was pointed right at you.
You jumped as the door finally closed with a heavy slam, and you realized two things, one; It took a long while to close, meaning it was heavy and you could get out without having to pry it open if you left right after him. Two; he was careless enough to not close it behind him, that meant he was either alone and would be for a while, or the person living with him was far away or couldn’t get up to investigate what was going on if you made noise. There was also another thing your hyperaware mind noticed, the room was cold, damp, no windows at all, thick heavy steel door, no natural lighting; you were probably underground, maybe a basement or an old bunker.
You squinted as he moved the lamp closer to your face, blinding you even more, so you didn’t stare directly at it. You could see his silhouette behind the light, his head tilting like he was examining you, studying you, and that’s when you heard his voice, it wasn’t the same from the taxi, this one was different “strange… most fight, scream and cry, beg for their worthless lives” it sounded muffled, like it was behind a mask, not a ski mask but like a mask made of plastic, like one of those Halloween masks you and Spencer dressed up in for fun on Halloween, you remember him once taking his entire stash of masks to work and you remember him telling you how Emily squealed when he threw a head at her and how Derek didn’t like Halloween because of the masks. You winced at you were poked with something sharp, it wasn’t enough to poke a hole in you, but it sure as hell didn’t tickle either, but you continued to look away from that light “LOOK AT ME!” he shouted, making you flinch as you closed your eyes, the first traces of true terror filling you, up until now you had been scared, yes, but Spencer had told you to not give in, they like the fear their victims display, but you couldn’t help the whimper as you felt the corners of your eyes fill with tears, but still, you refused to look at him, not even when he grabbed your face roughly, trying to turn it, the lamp now being pushed out of the way, lying on the floor with a broken bulb from him shoving it out of the way.
“Look at me” now his voice was disturbingly calm, like he had two personalities, one was the loud, angry one and the other was this one, calm, composed, and it freaked you out more than this whole situation, it meant that he was unpredictable, he could lash out at any moment, you remembered Spencer telling you this as well. Forcing yourself to breathe normally, as hard as it was with how fast your heart was going, you opened your eyes but still didn’t look at him “I’ll look if you answer a question, deal?” you asked, you tried to not let on how nervous you were, you really did, but it was fucking hard with a phychotic killer gribbing your face, wearing a mask and lashing out of nowhere. You waited silently, feeling his grip on your jaw loosen, and he finally let go, you let out a heavy breath of belief, your eyes closing for a moment as you heard a chair being pulled up and his voice “deal” he said, and you mustered up the courage to look at him, the sight horrifying you, and you couldn’t stop the look that crossed your face, your eyes wide in horror and mouth open in a silent scream, tears welling up in your eyes as you heard his laughter ring out.
His mask was made from pieces sewn together, faces cut from people and sewn together, one part of a mouth belonged to one person, and the other belonged to another person, sewn together like one, and you studied it as he continued to laugh maniacally “like it? Made it myself” he stated proudly, leaning back in his chair comfortably, watching you carefully, and you had to swallow the vomit that forced it’s way up into your throat, trying to regain your composure, which was easier said than done. You tore your eyes away from him and closed them, doing everything you could to forget the horrid thing he wore like clothes. You were too lost in thought to hear him lean forward, your whole body jumping as he gently slapped your cheek “come on, you had a question, right? Ask me” as he said the last two words he slapped you hard, a gasp of surprise leaving your lips, something else inside of you taking over as you stared him right in the eyes, staring past the horrid mask he was wearing and straight into his deranged eyes “I do, yeah. What kind of a coward can’t even kidnap a woman himself?” you spat, you knew it was a stupid thing to say, but it surprised him, you saw his entire body freeze, and perhaps that’s when you should have stopped, but you didn’t “you couldn’t even kidnap me yourself, I bet you couldn’t kidnap any of those poor people you’re wearing. You know what? I know you couldn’t, you’re just a pathetic little man who can’t even talk a woman into his car, you’re a sadistic piece of shit who’s too cowardly to do anything himself, I bet your mom still lives with you, what are you 40? 45? I bet you’re 50, a 50 year old kid who lives with his mom, lets her wash his clothes, brush his teeth and wipe his ass when he’s taken a shit! You can’t even show your own face!” you spat, still staring into his eyes as his hand instantly wrapped around your throat, squeezing, even as you began to lose air, your brain being starved of oxygen and your body growing heavy you still kept your eyes open, despite every fiber in your body telling you to look away, you didn’t.
You gasped for air as he let you go, pacing in front of you like he considered killing you right then and there, a few grunts leaving his mouth out of anger, but eventually he yelled and flipped a nearby table, his back turned to you as he took off his mask, turning back to you and now smirking, which gave you a sick feeling in your stomach, watching him slowly come closer with his mask in his hands, and slowly he lowered it onto your head, putting the mask on you and you almost threw up, your whole body shaking but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of trying to run, it was pointless and probably what he wanted. You finally got a good look at him, his real face, he had a shallow face, no real jawline, like his jaw had been removed or cut in some way, making him look less masculine, he had brown hair and you noticed that he didn’t have a traditional masculine hairline, at least it didn’t seem like it, you noticed that he had painted hi forehead with the same colour has his hair, as if he had a feminie hairline. He had brown eyes form what you could tell and he was… wearing makeup… he wore makeup to make his cheekbones look bigger, more protruding, noticeable, and he had pierced his own earns, you could tell due to the blood and how awful the actual wound looked, it looked like it was torn open, as if he had done it with a needle and shaky hands. He looked to be in his 40’s perhaps early 50’s, so you were right about that part, he had clearly been colouring his hair to the brown colour it was now, probably to make him look younger and hide the grey hair that would have been showing, and it was well done, except for the physical proof that he was indeed not in his 30’s, which probably angered him, it made him look odd, this 40 something year old who shows all the signs of aging except his hair.
You watched in anger as he leaned in closer, kissing the dead lips that covered yours and you cringed in pure hate and utter disgust, watching him lean away with the same stupid, disgusting smirk “I like you” was all he said before leaving, leaving you with the mask on, and once you heard the door close you screamed, flailing your head around in an attempt to get the mask off, doing every possible movement with your head and finally it fell off, landing at your feet and you quickly leaned to the side of the chair, feeling whatever you had in your stomach come up, leaving your body as you threw up over the side, feeling weak and sick to your stomach, or well, what was left of it.
You leaned your head back against the chair, closing your eyes as you faced the ceiling, feeling the first tears to actually leave your eyes, running down your cheeks and landing on the floor below you, a sob escaping your lips as you continued to cry in as much silence as you could muster. You didn’t know if he was careless about his victims making noise, so you did everything you could to muffle yourself, but it became increasingly harder the longer you thought about your situation, you had no idea where you were, who this guy was, what his real goal was besides probably taking off your face and dumping your body in an alleyway. You were no profiler, but it was almost like he wanted to be a woman, the mask and the faces it was made from, from what you could tell it was only feminine features, smooth skin and he had sewn eyelashes onto it, thankfully fake ones… the lips were painted in a classical red lipstick, and some of the skin looked… older, like the pieces were cut up and sewn together with months in between them. You gave the mask a hateful look, spitting on it before leaning your head back again, feeling tears still run from your eyes and down your skin, landing on the tiles underneath you.
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clairvoyant. (m) part eight.
masterlist
pairing: jungkook x reader , taehyung x reader
word count: 17.8k+
warnings: oral (m receiving), face fucking, clothed sex, choking, degradation, orgasm denial, cum facial, tae spits in your mouth, also jungkooks kind of a major dumbass and ya’ll gonna hate me ok goodbye, also some non sexy slut shaming :/
author’s note : nows a good time to mention that the song that made me start this story is clairvoyant by the story so far, just so ya’ll know lol also this is the last super long chapter...i think
Jungkook feels the headache before hes even fully awake, its a dull thud against his temple but its enough to get him to groan in discomfort. He cracks one of his eyes open slowly, confusion clouding his brain when a tangle of hair is the first thing he sees in front of him and he almost throws himself back, his half asleep mind assuming its some animal until he remembers its you.
His left hand comes up to rub at his face, his fingers pulling back and seeing the remnants of his halloween makeup staining the tips of them and thats when the memories of last night come rushing back to him. Flashes of you moaning underneath him going through his head and he feels his temple pulse at the thought. His gaze follows the mess of hair until it settles on your face, smushed against your pillow with the cutest pout on your lips and he smiles at the sight.
His fingers twitch, wanting to push back the hair that covered part of your face but he stops himself. His hand is caught in the air when you take a deep inhale, your lips puckering out as you start to wake up and his mind begins to panic.
It was the next morning, what did that mean exactly? Well fuck all if Jungkook knew, he’d never had casual sex with anyone let alone a friend. So when you come to and peek over to look at him with a small smile all he can do is wave his hand like an idiot.
You’re not fully awake yet, your eyes still burn from sleep and it feels like your head is stuck in a fishbowl, the small traces of a hangover starting to rise to the surface. As you raise a hand up to clutch at your temple your comforter shifts from its spot around your chest, the material slipping down until your boobs are exposed.
Your mind is too focused on the throbbing in your skull to realize your nipples are exposed to the chilly air in your room but Jungkook notices, his eyes zeroed in on them and he doesn’t know if he should look away out of respect or not.
“I think I could still be drunk.” You rasp out, your hand falling from the side of your head and landing limp in front of you. You make no moves to cover yourself up, Jungkook had already seen you in all your glory last night and you were absolutely shameless regardless. You sat up a little straighter and raised both arms up to stretch your sore muscles, the action jutting your chest out further and Jungkook wanted to cry. The simple action was enough to get his dick to twitch, a small sign of life that he was determined to ignore because he would not pop a boner at the sight of a nipple.
When you finally turned to actually look at him he realizes he actually hasn’t said a word, “Oh, I’m definitely not drunk. My heads killing me.”
You smile at that, taking in his beyond messy bed head and the way his cute lips look slightly chapped from the cold of last night. He watches as your eyes scan his face, trailing down his neck and seeing the faint petals of purple you left on his skin that he has yet to notice, going further down and seeing his sculpted abs that still looked glorious even as he was hunched over. Your comforter covered him from the hips down but you knew he was just as naked as you were and it excites you but you spare him, showing him some mercy and allowing the both of you to properly wake up.
His thighs tense up when you shift in bed, your palm resting on them as you navigate around him to get out of bed. Even though he’s trying his best not to his eyes are glued to your body, watching as your breasts jiggled when you hopped out of bed, the way your ass jutted out as you rummaged through your drawers and once you got clothes on he cant help but notice how perfectly the tiny sleeping shorts hug the curve of your hips until the hoodie you throw on covers them entirely.
He can hear you mumbling something out but his eyes are still stuck on your legs, remembering how soft your skin felt as his fingers clutched onto you. It’s not until he feels a cold wipe smack him in the chest that he looks up at you, seeing you standing at your desk with your hand on your hip and an incredulous look on your face.
“Earth to Jungkook.” You wave your other hand around in the air, a makeup remover flailing around in your grasp as you do so.
He peels off the cold wipe with a grimace, “Sorry.”
You just laugh, going back to wiping your face from last nights debauchery and he starts to do the same. “Do you want advil or anything for the headache?” That must be what you were asking him while he was in a trance.
“Please, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to hangovers.” He crumples up the now dirty makeup wipe and sees the trashcan is nowhere near him and his clothes are currently on the floor beside your roommates bed. He’d have to get up and reveal his naked ass self to you in order to toss the wipe.
He gulps as he looks down at his covered thighs, not sure why he feels so much uncertainty. You basically fawned over his appearance last night, sure you were drunk but the way you kissed his thighs and cock made it very clear you liked what you saw.
In a burst of confidence Jungkook stands up, yanking the sheets off himself with a force that startles you for a moment as you’re untwisting the medicine bottle. You see him stand up from the bed and your eyes immediately dart to his dick because you’re only human. The taut muscles and vline that lead to it are still as beautiful as you remember and even though he’s soft it’s admittedly still one of the nicest dicks you’ve seen.
His thighs bulge out as he steps towards you, his movements coming off as casual which differs greatly from the small scream he currently hears in his head. Once he tosses the wipe away he spares a glance at you and sees you’re caught in the same trance he was in earlier.
A statement he made last night stuck with you, Jeon Jungkook has never had a blow job before. And unless drunk you conjured up fake memories, he said he wanted one next time. Was today next time, not technically, but it could be.
You have the two pills in your hand but you say nothing because holy fuck if you didn’t want to suck his dick and worship his thighs before you sure as hell do now.
You don’t even realize when Jungkook plucks the pills out of your grasp and swallows them and he’s starting to get a little self conscious at your attention until you speak up. “Hey Jungkook?”
“Yeah?” He responds, taking a small step back so he can try to reach his briefs and cover himself up because he was once again the only one naked now.
You take a step towards him, setting the bottle back down as you look up to meet his gaze. “Can I do something?”
Your hands are fidgeting in front of you as you take yet another step towards him because you really want to reach out and touch him. “Anything.” He confesses, standing his ground and seeing the smile spread across your face.
Anything. Did he mean that?
“I really wanna suck your dick,” his mouth dries up at that, not expecting that to be what you say at all, “will you let me?” His head is nodding before he can even properly register the question.
Hell if you wanted to suck his dick he wasn’t going to say no. He’s pretty sure you could do literally whatever you wanted to him and he wouldn’t protest. Although he knows he should probably save himself from further confusion and ask you about last night before the two of you go at it again, hearing you confess to wanting to pleasure him invades his thoughts.
So when you wrap your arms around his neck and bring him in for a kiss he doesn’t hesitate to kiss back, your lips taste like the minty chapstick you just swiped on and even though his lips are a little cracked you still smile against them. Gently you start to lead him backwards towards your bed, your tongue slowly licking its way into his mouth and when he lets out a small groan at the feeling of it you can only kiss him harder.
Jungkooks hands have slipped underneath your hoodie, his fingers cautiously tracing up and down your waist, the feeling making you sigh into his mouth as goosebumps rise up on your flesh. When his hands get bolder and dance their way up your torso, his thumbs finding your nipples and giving them soft flicks you moan out, your teeth coming down to tug his bottom lip.
You feel his dick harden at that, the length of it pressing against your thigh, every groan and whimper you get out of him the harder he gets until he’s fully erect. You both pull back, Jungkooks half lidded eyes looking at you and seeing the desire in your own as you look down and see his throbbing cock.
It bobs up slightly as he catches his breath, the tip of it leaking precum, looking exactly like the meal you want to devour. Your hands fall from their place around his neck, coming down to touch his chest as you look back up at him, “Do you want to stand?” Deep down you hoped he did, it’d make it easier from him to thrust into your mouth standing up but you weren’t trying to push it.
Jungkook stands there for a moment, his mind playing out what would be best until he decides that standing would be and when he sees the way your eyes light up he knows he picked right.
You give him another smile that helps make him feel at ease, your lips coming back to kiss him and he falls into it easily. He follows the rhythm, feeling one hand trail from his chest down to his hips until its wrapping around his length, your fingers starting a gentle tug that matches your kisses.
He sighs into your mouth, his body relaxing into your touch as your hand slides up to his tip, your fingers gathering up as much of his precum as you could to help the glide. When your hands repeat the motion a third time, your thumb slightly dipping into his slit he bows forward, his mouth detaching from yours to gasp lightly.
“Tell me what feels good okay?” You mumble out, your lips pecking his jaw and neck. His jaw is still slack as you continue to jerk his cock while you make your way down his body, landing snuggly on your knees in front of him.
Your left hand stays wrapped around his base as you lean forward and give his tip a soft kiss, licking the small traces of precum on your lips and he groans at the visual. Jungkook isn’t sure he’s gonna last long at all from this but he can’t find it in himself to care. You were kneeling in front of him looking like the poster child of innocence with an oversized hoodie and messy hair, a smile on your face as you gave his cock an experimental lick, if he was gonna cum in a minute he wanted to remember this visual forever.
You continue to softly lick and kiss his length, easing him into the feeling and slightly enjoying the teasing but you’d never tell him that. When you finally pop the tip of him in your mouth he curses above you, your lips wrapping around him and suckling on his engorged tip, licking up the beads of precum that leak out of him at the action.
“You’re not telling me what feels good Kookie.” You scold him, pulling him out of your mouth to look up at him.
His hand is raking through his hair as he looks down at you, your tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his cock, from base to tip until your slipping him back in your mouth. Swallowing him deeper than before, hallowing out your cheeks as you pull back.
“Oh fuck,” he breathes out, his hand coming down to softly pull back the hair thats falling around your face, “t–that feels good Y/N.”
You hum at the praise, happy to hear him being vocal. His fingers are gently rubbing your scalp, raking back the fallen strands as you suck his dick and its cute.
Jungkooks hands freeze in your hair when he feels the tip of his dick nudge your throat, the muscles spasming slightly at the intrusion and he groans, the fingers that were gently massaging you now clutch your strands tightly when you swallow around him.
He can’t believe he’s never experienced this before, the slippery warmth wrapping around him, the slurping sounds you emit every time you pull back, the gentle kitten licks you ghost around his length, its all too much for him to focus on. His eyes are screwed shut as he tries to reel it all in, wanting to savor this moment before it was gone.
You pull back with a pop, grinning at the sight of his dick shining with your saliva, your hands wrapping around him, twisting your way to the top before gliding back down smoothly. Jungkook cracks his eyes open at the change in feeling, attempting to give you a shy smile when he sees you looking up at him, your lips coated in a sheen of your spit, but when you start to trail kisses down his base until your lips latch on to his balls and gently suck he feels himself tense up as a moan leaves him.
“Holy shit.” He whispers, his teeth coming down to bite his bottom lip, keeping eye contact with you while the sound of your hands jerking him fill the room.
“You like that?” You ask, attaching your lips back to give them another suck, your tongue swirling around them. A small smirk is on your face when you pull back again, seeing him nodding his head at your question.
“Yeah,” he takes a shaky inhale of breath, “want your lips around my cock more though.”
That takes you off guard, not expecting him to say that of all things, but if he wants to feel you choking on his dick then thats what he’ll get. His lips quirk up into a smile when he sees you laugh, resting back onto your thighs with your hands still around his cock, your eyes crinkling as you shake your head.
“Whatever you want Kookie.” Your left hand goes to clasp his thigh as you bring him back into your mouth, the weight of his cock resting on your tongue as you sink back down. Jungkooks head drops back at the sensation, his stomach tightening when you resume bobbing on his length.
He can feel the small sense of desperation creeping up on him, his mind starting to get hazy as the pleasure blurred together and thats when he gives his first thrust into your mouth. It was accidental, the intrusion catching you by surprise and making you choke around his length. He whips his head back down to make sure you’re okay but when hum around him, your hands on his thigh rubbing soft circles he gives another experimental thrust.
Jungkook groans when he sees your body relax, your jaw easing up as you drop the hand that was around the base of his cock, eager to let him fuck your mouth. He starts slow, shallowly pulling out inch by inch and gliding back in smoothly, his hand going back to wrap around your hair to help him control his thrusts.
“Is this okay?” His voice is strained as he tries to keep himself from abusing your mouth. You refuse to pull back to give him an answer, instead the hand on his thigh trails up to his hip, urging him to go as fast as he wanted, a muffled out hum of approval vibrating around his dick and its good enough for him.
The grip in your hair tightens up as he lets himself lose control, his hips rearing back before thrusting forward. He was enjoying the wet sounds of you gagging on his length, the look on your face as you tried your best to take it spurred him on. Your eyebrows furrowed together as your eyes watered up, he would think you weren’t enjoying yourself too if it weren’t for the moans you’d let out in unison with his.
“Fuck nngh,” he grunts out when he notices your legs are spread apart with your hand in between them as you rub yourself over your shorts, “you’re gonna–shit–ruin me.”
He’s getting more vocal now, not being able to hold back his whines and moans as he nears his release. Desperation suits him, his face looking utterly fucked out thanks to you. You feel his thighs tense up under your grasp, his thrusts becoming sloppier until he’s cumming with the breathiest moan you’ve ever heard. The hand on your head pushes you forward until your nose is pressed against his abs, his head thrown back in pleasure.
You feel his hot cum fill your mouth as he thrusts a few more times and you try your best to swallow it all while he’s still in your mouth. He sighs deeply when he pulls out, a string of cum and saliva spreading between his cock and your mouth and he knows he’ll never get over that sight. More so when he realized you’re still trying to get yourself off in front of him, your face screwing up in pleasure when you feel yourself nearing the edge.
You lean forward, letting your head rest on his hip as you rock into your hand, small moans leaving your mouth and Jungkook swears he could cum again from seeing you like this. Your breath fans out and he shivers when he feels it hit his skin, your left hand clutching onto his thigh so hard he feels your nails dig into his skin but he can only stare at you with his jaw slacked. Hearing your moan raise in pitch until you’re cumming too, your hips stuttering and your lips dragging down his hips as you come down.
Jungkook rubs your head soothingly as you slump onto the ground, still leaning against his body while your limbs feel warm and tingly.
“I bet this is the best start to any day you’ve ever had.” Your head lifts off of him and you’re staring at him with the biggest smile as if you hadn’t just choked on his dick and successfully ruined him for anyone else.
He laughs, continuing to rake his fingers through your hair but his stomach twists when reality sinks in for him. You weren’t his girlfriend, or his fuck buddy, this wasn’t going to become a thing you two would do. He knew from the very start that you didn’t want a relationship, you were helping him learn the ropes for casual sex for crying out loud. But Jungkook can’t control his feelings, as much as he tried to stop himself from having a crush on you he’s scared it was too late.
That stupid seed had been planted, the roots burrowed too deep into his chest for him to ignore it, and seeing you smiley and giddy in front of him just makes him want to water and nurture it instead of ripping it out.
“I think my hangovers gone.” He mumbles out, his hands accepting the clothes you hand him.
You laugh loudly at that, going back to your own drawers to once again change since your underwear and shorts were ruined. “Really? Is that the cure then?”
He shimmies into his briefs, staring at the costume he wore last night and dreading putting it back on. Something about wearing a halloween costume in the daytime on the first day of November felt wrong.
“Definitely.” He said wholeheartedly, a wide grin spreading on his face as he turned to see you rubbing your face from any traces of cum that leaked out of your mouth.
“You think its just an orgasm that cures it or does it have to be a blowjob?”
He pauses as he gets his pants up his legs, thinking the question over, “No, has to be a blowjob.”
That just makes you laugh harder, turning back to face him and seeing him in the process of zipping up his tracksuit top, looking like a very disheveled version of last night. His hands pat the pockets of his pants, fishing out his phone and seeing the influx of texts his friends had sent him.
He was actually supposed to hang out with them last night, he was only meant to go to Taemin’s party for a few hours before meeting up with his friends at another party but obviously that never happened.
He opens up the group chat they have and see that last text came from Mingyu at 2:37am, simply saying I swear to god Jungkook you better be dead in a ditch or arrested.
He cringes as he scrolls up through the thread of messages, all of his friends calling him out for being a flake and even a group photo of them all flipping him off.
His eyes glance at the top of the screen to see its currently 10:44am, not too late in the morning so hopefully he could save his ass from being chewed out by then if he explains himself now. You watch him stare at his phone in concentration, his eyes flying across his screen as he typed out a response.
Jungkook 10:44am : I have a good explanation.
It was only a few seconds before his phone vibrated from the onslaught of messages.
Eunwoo 10:45am : oh look whos NOT dead
Mingyu 10:45am : the fucking audacity
Bambam 10:45am : well lets hear it then
Mingyu 10:45am : wait lemme guess
Mingyu 10:45am : you got drunk and rubbed one out in the shower thinking of Y/N again?
Eunwoo 10:45am : oh shit LOL
He just blinks at his phone before locking it entirely, the fucking nerve of Mingyu bringing up something he told him in confidence. He wasn’t gonna open that can of worms and have a conversation about you while you stood a few feet in front of him.
“Everything okay?”
His eyes shift up to look at you, stuffing his phone back into his pocket and nodding at you. “Yeah, friends just thought I died or something.”
“Oh,” you laugh for a second before your eyes widen again, “oh!” You search your room for your phone, spotting it on the floor besides your leotard from last night. When you unlock it you’re met with the same visual Jungkook had, influx of messages from your friends this morning worried about your safety, asking you if you had seen Jungkook with the final text coming from Park Jimin calling you a dirty whore with a stupid emoji tacked to the end of it.
“Same here.”
And thats when a weird silence settles between you two, both of you stood in front of the other and Jungkook doesn’t know what the fuck to say. His mind wants to ask you about last night and this morning but he doesn’t want to say something he shouldn’t, assume anything he shouldn’t.
His phone vibrates once again and he reluctantly pulls it out, his lips pressing together when he sees its Taehyung texting him. A simple question asking him where he’s at, Jungkook doesn’t know why that fills him with guilt again, he knows you’re free to do what you want and so is he but he still feels bad.
So when you ask him if he wants to join you for breakfast, a hopeful gleam in your eyes because you’re wanting to continue spending time with him and know he probably wants to talk about last night, he does the dumbest thing he could do. He turns you down, his throat tightening up as he does so, his eyes not missing the look of hurt that flashes across your face so briefly.
“Sorry, my friends want to get together to eat right now too.” He lies through his teeth, scrambling for an excuse because he doesn’t want you to think he’s turning you down because of you.
“Oh, okay that’s fine.” Your smile has dimmed down, no longer reaching your eyes as you step back slightly. You start to tidy up your room, stepping around him to fix your bed up and gather your clothes off the floor and Jungkook feels like a dick, especially when he can see you’re trying your best not to look him in the face as you cleaned up.
He’s about to speak up again to try to make things okay but you beat him to it, “I’ll see you around then?” You’re stood near the door now, your arms crossed over your chest with your lips pressed together. An open invitation for him to get out.
Jungkook nods softly, his eyes trying to tell you everything he’s too much of a pussy to say but unfortunately he’s not telepathic so he just gives you a small sound of confirmation, attempting to give you a hug before he steps out but you barely return it.
He doesn’t miss the slam of the door behind him and he can’t stop but think that this is the second time he’s had a door slammed on him in the span of a few weeks. Way to go Jungkook.
You force yourself not to feel a certain way once he’s gone, your mind trying to be rational of the situation. Jungkook was shy, inexperienced and has never been in a situation like this. Had you been a one night stand from a club then you two parting ways the morning after like this would be the norm, expected, not something you’d dwell on.
But Jungkook was your friend, someone you’ve gotten closer to these past few weeks so you were hoping he wouldn’t give you a half assed excuse to not getting breakfast together. It kinda made you feel a little used.
If you hadn’t let Yoongi and Jimin’s words get to you maybe you wouldn’t have been expecting Jungkook to admit to anything regarding feelings, hell a simple this was nice, thanks, would have sufficed. Thats why you invited him out, not wanting to talk to him about this in the middle of your bedroom after giving him another orgasm, but that was fine.
You reach for your phone again, ignoring everyones messages until you reach Jimin’s, responding to his text with an invitation for breakfast.
He was never one to turn down food so thats how you found yourself snuggled into a booth in a restaurant by his apartment, a big plate full of eggs, hashbrowns and pancakes in front of you.
“So how long are you expecting me to pretend like I don’t know you fucked Jungkook last night.” Jimin asks, his fork stabbing into some of his own eggs casually, popping them into his mouth with a smirk when his eyes meet yours across the table.
You blank, mid chew as you stare at him, “What do you mean?”
Jimin rolls his eyes, squeezing an unhealthy amount of ketchup onto his hash browns, “C’mon, you two totally left together last night and now you’re acting hella weird so I’m assuming something happened.”
He watches you push your eggs around the plate, your tongue prodding your cheek out in thought. Him and Taehyung had been the only ones aware that you and Jungkook had disappeared, the rest of your group being way too inebriated to even notice until this morning. Taehyung had mentioned Jungkook having other plans after the party but Jimin wasn’t stupid, he knew you two had snuck out together and with the nervous way you’re currently behaving he knows the morning after didn’t go as expected.
“Who knows?”
An odd look is thrown your way, “The fuck? Why does that matter?”
“It doesn’t!” You retort, clearing your throat slightly when you realize your volume. Jimin grins at your outburst, his eyes squinting when he sees you nervously tuck your hair behind your ear, “It doesn’t matter, it’s just I don’t want to hear it from anyone.”
He hums softly, resting his chin on his hand as his elbow sits on the table, “Anyone as in Taehyung?”
You drop your fork onto the plate, you’re not going to be able to eat your food until this conversation passes. “Not just Taehyung, Yoongi too.”
Jimin takes a sip of his coffee, clearly enjoying you being in the hot seat as he teases you. “Trouble in paradise?”
Taehyung had been very vocal while hammered last night, rambling on and on about how he was going to miss you, thanks to the way you had treated him as well as the subtle way Yoongi and even Hoseok had hinted at him that this wouldn’t last forever.
If Jimin didn’t know you he would assume Taehyung was mourning the loss of a friend who died or moved far away but no, this was Taehyung, he was mourning the loss of potentially no longer being able to fuck you.
Jimin had just pat his back and tipped his cup up higher to continue to drink to get him to stop moping around. Jimin had been expecting this to happen, when you two first started sleeping together it had been random, when you were stressed or both of you hammered but then it morphed into something more constant. And as much as sober Taehyung swore up and down that he didn’t feel a certain way, desperately trying to convince himself and everyone else, once he was a few shots in his tune changed drastically. Jimin had witnessed Taehyung relying on you and only you for pleasure and that would have been fine until Jungkook came along.
He knew the second you met the freshman he had you charmed, it may have been deep under the surface but he could see it creeping up slowly more and more every time you two hung out. It wasn’t until the bonfire that Jimin knew his assumptions were correct, seeing you two snuggled up watching movies and teasing each other until Jungkook’s whole face was red. But Jimin also knew you and just because you were charmed didn’t mean anything which is why he’s having a hard time trying to find a proper way to respond.
“Theres no paradise Jimin.” You scoff, slumping against the booth and sliding down an inch. “Taehyung and I sleep together because its convenient–“
He didn’t believe you in the slightest but he’d entertain it. “So then are you moving on to sleeping with Jungkook because it’s more convenient?”
“No, I’m not because he couldn’t get out of my room fast enough after I gave him a blowjob this morning.” You snap back, letting yourself crack a smile even though you were lowkey hurt when Jimin chokes on his coffee. The dark liquid drips out of his mouth, his ring clad fingers wiping it away before it drips down his neck.
“Woah what?”
You let out a pathetic cry, pushing your food away from you and letting your head land with a thud against the table, your mind replaying the events of this morning and you whimper again.
“Was the blowjob that bad?” He whispers across the table, leaning over and shielding his mouth with his hand. He jolts back when you whip your head up so fast your hair smacks him in the face.
“Excuse you, I’ll have you know my general ratings for blowjobs are a 9.5.”
Jimin tilts his head at that, watching you go back to stabbing at your pancakes. “9.5, why not a 10?”
“My gag reflex acts up sometimes.” You shrug before waving your arms around, “That’s besides the point. Yes me and Jungkook hooked up and it was nice and I thought when I woke up this morning everything would be fine and dandy and well normal.”
You pause to drink water, the pancakes getting stuck in your throat due to you not properly chewing them in order to explain yourself. “But clearly that didn’t happen and next thing I know he’s fucking my face and instead of him doing what I thought he was gonna do and ask me what it all meant he left my room without even saying anything.”
At that Jimin slumps back, a whistle leaving his pursed lips as his hands cup his coffee mug. “I mean, maybe he just didn’t know how to approach it? Like honestly what would you have said if he confessed he loved you or something or if he said this was all a mistake, even him suggesting you two keep it casual. Would you have a response for any of that?”
Honestly no, you wouldn’t. Because sleeping with Jungkook was never in your head until recently. Sure you had a teeny tiny crush on him but you acquired crushes on people easily, lingering for a few days max before it fizzled away.
You always assumed it would go away once he found someone to be with. You blame the alcohol, one hundred percent. If you hadn’t drank that much you would’ve been able to continue your life blissfully unaware to how beautiful Jungkooks cock felt inside you. But no, now you were simping.
When you shake your head in response Jimin raises his hand to gesture at you, “See, you need time to digest this and so does he. Relax okay?”
You mumble out an okay, going back to eating your food while Jimin swerves the conversation into something more light hearted. But even while he talks about his new found romance with Chaeyoung, the mayhem that happened after you left the party last night, and him still needing you to be his plus one to his parents event this month because he couldn’t put Chaeyoung through that, your mind was only half tuned in.
The rest of the day doesn’t go any better for Jungkook, he had managed to get into his room and change without running into Taehyung. His friends had successfully roasted his ass over a meal and left Jungkook feeling even more confused than he was before.
When he let them know that you and him had actually slept together and you had given him head that morning he was met with praise from all of them. It wasn’t until he started to speak about feelings and how to go about telling you that he had them that the opinions split. Eunwoo telling him to be honest with you and encouraging him while Mingyu had shouted at Eunwoo, asking him if he smoked crack for suggesting that, Bambam just wincing at Jungkooks confession.
Then came the stories, how they all knew someone who knew someone who knew you or Taehyung, knew of you two and the small reputation your group had. All very familiar stories that Jungkook had heard very early on and when he voiced out that he knew this because he was actually friends with you and your group, it didn’t earn a change of tone from his friends, in fact that only spurred them on.
Bambam mentioning how his roommate Yugyeom partied with Taehyung often and witnessed first hand how shameless you and Taehyung were. And its not until Eunwoo, the only one who had been somewhat encouraging, started telling a story of how he had walked in on you and Taehyung in the bathroom of a party the first week of class that Jungkook rose his hand up to shut them all up.
They were right, he was dumb to think that you sleeping with him and sucking him off meant anything more to you than sexual gratification. You were both drunk and horny and Jungkook had slipped up and confessed his want for you, thats what spurred this on. Had he not said anything you probably would’ve snuck off into a room with Taehyung like you always seemed to do.
“I’d just let it go Kook.” Mingyu spoke up, watching his friends face crumble a bit. Jungkook could only nod, accepting it.
It’s not until the following Tuesday that you see Jungkook. He’s sat in his usual seat in class, near the front with his current essay on his desk as he skimmed it. You’re sat in the back with a small scowl on your face, your fingernails scraping the already chipped table as you stare at the back of his head.
The half blonde half red hair was gone, his usual dark brown color was back and as much as you wanted to compliment him on it you felt like you couldn’t. Jungkook had successfully blown you off, leaving texts unanswered or responding so dryly with no room to continue the conversation and you couldn’t help but feel like you did something wrong.
How things changed so quickly between Halloween and now. All of this just because you two had slept together. You wished he could just talk to you, tell you anything. Fuck even if his reason for ignoring you was that the sex was so bad you’d rather have him tell you that so you two could get over it. But no, Jungkook took it upon himself to act like the friendship you two had blossomed was nothing now.
“You good girl?” Jackson speaks up beside you, his eyes watching you glare down at the younger student.
You sigh deeply turning to face the literary arts major with a fake smile plastered on your face and he just laughs at your failed attempt of looking normal. “Peachy.”
“Could’ve fooled me, looks like you got it out for that freshman. Need me to set him straight?”
He watches you shake your head, your face softening up, your eyes glancing back down to Jungkook once more before looking at Jackson again, “No, just haven’t had a good day so I’m stuck in my head.” You shrug, capping the pen on your desk, “You just caught me daydreaming while staring at him.”
Jackson can only hum, not believing you but honestly not caring enough to push it. Instead he pulls out the recent essay your class had been assigned, handing it over to you and asking you to proof it. So while you two swap papers, giggling in the back of the class as Jackson jokingly critiques your work, Jungkook just sits with his jaw clenched as he tries to block out the sounds of your laughter. He knows its his fault you two haven’t spoken but he can’t get himself to do anything about it.
The minute class is dismissed Jungkook shoves his coursework into his bag and is out of there before you can even get up from your seat. Watching him bolt out of class instead of waiting for you like he usually does is what does it for you, your heart freezing up as you accept that things aren’t gonna be the same.
The first time you feel like you can breathe all week is Friday night, you and your friends doing what you did best. Hoseok had gotten word from a classmate of a party happening and it didn’t take much convincing until all of you were stood inside a random house while throwing back drinks.
Jimin watches as you fill up your shot glass before you fully swallow the one you just took. His hand comes to press on the edge of the cup, stopping you from putting it against your lip, “Slow down.”
Even though he speaks softly you glare at him, navigating your shot glass from under his fingers and turning your head to throw it back. “Don’t tell me what to do.” You grimace, the back of your hand wiping your mouth as you place the glass down behind you.
Jimin raises his hands up in surrender, not being a fan of being on your bad side, but his eyes stay trained on you to make sure you’re fine.
“Where’s Jungkook?” Namjoon asks as he pours sprite into his cup, his eyes looking up to meet Taehyung’s whos stood at the end of the island, his own drink held in his hand.
Tae takes a small sip, his eyes quickly flicking over to you while his gaze is covered by the cup, “Couldn’t make it, plans with his friends.”
Namjoon winces, his hand clutching his chest as he laughs, “Ouch, I thought we were his friends.”
Yoongi hears the snort you let out at his words, your eyes rolling as you push off the counter you were resting on, grabbing a cup for yourself and pouring vodka into half of it following it up with lemonade. You just raise the cup up into the air to announce your departure before you’re walking out of the kitchen and into the stuffy living room to try to dance.
It’s after a few drinks that you feel the warm buzz settle into your blood, the bass of the current music pumping so loud you could feel it in your chest. The living room is crammed and you’re sweaty but you feel when someone slides behind you.
Their hands skim up your exposed thighs, past the hem of your skirt until their large hands are gently grasping your waist, swaying your body in time with theirs. When you let your back rest against their chest you know its Taehyung, the familiar scent of his cologne filling your nostrils.
“You okay Y/N?” He murmurs into your ear, letting you wrap your arms around his neck from behind, feeling you move your hips against his with more purpose now.
“Of course I am.” Your eyes are shut, your head falling back slightly against him, a small smile on your face now that you had alcohol in your system.
Taehyung doesn’t believe you, he’s seen the way you’ve been acting all week, how you couldn’t seem to throw back drinks fast enough tonight, determined to get drunk as quickly as possible. The way you were acting was very much the way you always act when you’re stressed, slightly self destructive under the guise of having fun.
He bites his lip in thought, not sure if he should call you out on the lie or just help you forget like he always does, but when he feels your hand fall from around his neck, your fingers trailing up his thigh behind you he can see you’ve made your own mind up.
His eyes shut when your hands come up to palm him over his jeans, your body whirling around in his grasp, your lips slotting between his so fast he’s surprised he reacts quick enough. Kissing you back with the same urgency you have, a groan being passed from his mouth to yours when you tangle your hands in his hair and tug. Taehyung can feel his cock harden in his jeans, the smirk your press against his lips lets him know you feel it too.
Taehyungs hand grips yours, not thinking twice as he tugs you behind him, the both of you sliding out between the packed bodies as he leads you down the hallway. He groans in frustration when every door he tries is locked, the two of you about to give up until the last door opens up with a click.
He turns to look at you, his blonde hair pushed back and his eyebrows wiggling at you jokingly and only when you laugh does he smile back, tugging you into the dimly lit room and locking the door behind you.
Its the houses master bedroom and you’re surprised out of all the rooms this one isn’t locked. Theres a giant bed in the middle, the lamps on the nightstands beside it being the only source of light.
Taehyung snaps you out of your observation, his hands gripping your shoulders and shoving your back against the door with a small laugh, seeing the tipsy smile on your face as you felt the bass reverberating against the door.
He dips his head down to attach your lips again, relishing in the feeling of your mouth opening up to let his tongue slide in, the small moan you let out and the way your hands reach forward to tug him closer by his belt loops only makes him kiss your harder.
He slips his thigh in between your legs, angling it up to press against your center and feeling more blood rush to his cock when you start to grind down on it with desperation. Your head falls back, hitting the door with a thud but you don’t register the pain, not with the pleasure you feel, especially when Taehyung starts to kiss your neck, softly biting the tender skin and sucking at it until its bruised.
You’re rutting on him faster and if you were more sober you’d be embarrassed at how desperate you were acting but Taehyung loved it, he loved watching you like this, how you couldn’t seem to get enough.
Its when you start whimpering that he pulls away, seeing your face screwed up with a pout on your lips. The friction of his jeans on your clothed pussy felt nice but it wasn’t enough, not when you had Taehyung right in front of you, someone you knew was more than capable of giving you the release you’re searching for.
“Does baby wanna cum?” He coos, his hand gently brushing the hair off your face.
You just nod your head, grabbing his other hand and trailing it down your body until you reach the hem of your skirt, another inch up and his fingers meet the wet fabric of your underwear and he groans deep in his throat at the feeling of how wet you are.
“Please.” You whisper out, brushing your lips against his as you talk. He doesn’t get a chance to respond when he feels your fingers start to work on the buttons on his jeans, your nimble fingers yanking open the gold buttons and pulling his zipper down before your tugging them down enough so you’re able to pull him out of his underwear.
Your small hand wraps around him, giving him a teasing tug and smirking when you see his eyebrows raise up to try to pretend he’s unfazed, but you know him too well.
“Whatever you want baby.” His hands wrap under the hem of your skirt, yanking it up until the fabric bunches around your hips, showing him the cute pink underwear that he can’t wait to ruin further. His finger hooks into the material, tugging the crotch of your underwear to the side and letting you lead his cock to your dripping entrance.
Just as he raises your leg to wrap around his waist you stop him with a gasp as you suddenly remember something.
“Condom.” You breathe out and he falters, not sure if his drunk mind heard you correctly. His hand drops your leg and he steps back from you slowly, letting you slump against the door.
“Huh?” He pouts at you, “Wait why?”
You huff the hair out of your face as you stare at him, the tunnel vision you had slowly fading away as the initial lust started to simmer down now that he was at arms length.
He watches you catch your breath, your swollen lips trying to form a sentence, his eyes look past you to focus on the light switch by your head and you see when the realization hits him. His jaw ticks out when his eyes meet yours again and you don’t know why but it fills you with nerves. “You–“ he pauses and smiles, “you fucked someone else?”
You straighten up against the door, the action making your skirt slide down your legs again. He takes a small step towards you, his hand cupping your chin and forcing you to look up at him, the half smirk remaining on his face but his eyes look cold. His fingers dig into your skin, his head tilting slightly, “I asked you a question baby girl.”
Taehyung watches as you gulp nervously, your lips pursing together, “Yes.”
That answer doesn’t satisfy him, his eyes narrowing down at you, “Yes, what?”
He doesn’t miss when you roll your eyes, yanking your head out of his grasp, “Yes, I fucked someone.”
The laugh that leaves him fills the empty room up, the muffled bass of the music becoming background noise when the room once again falls quiet. His heads thrown back, his neck fully exposed as he smiles at the ceiling before looking back at you, the small smile still on his face.
“When?” His face inches closer to yours, his hand coming back up, this time to gently rest on the side of your neck, the back of his fingers gently rubbing your skin as he nudges his nose into yours with his eyes half lidded.
Your breath stutters at the question, not wanting to be reminded of that night again, and he feels it fan against his face, “A few days ago.” The reply is so quiet he barely hears it, a small squeak that just reaches his ears but he’s humming in confirmation, his four fingers cupping your neck as his thumb traces the underside of your jaw.
“And you let them fuck you without a condom?”
When you just nod he laughs again, letting his forehead rests against yours for a second, “Wow,” he pulls his face back again to really look at you, his right hand coming back between your legs, his hand gently slapping your pussy and you jump at the unexpected feeling, “you dirty girl.”
You whimper when he pulls his hand away, his left hand coming to fully grip your throat, his thumb pressing down gently on your neck, “Do you deserve to get fucked now?” He asks lowly, smiling when your face twists up at the implication of not getting your release tonight, your thighs coming together to try to relieve the pressure you feel.
When you don’t answer he tightens his hold on your neck, feeling the moan in your throat against his hand, “Huh?” He questions again, “Why should I reward you?”
You gasp when he releases his grip for a moment only to squeeze harder a second later, your hand coming up to rest against his fingers. You can feel your arousal drip onto your underwear, the material feeling sticky against your skin and you whimper again, “I’m sorry.” You finally respond, shutting your eyes tightly to try to ground yourself, “I won’t do it again, I promise.”
You plead and you almost cry when he releases your neck letting you rest fully against the door as he steps away from you. His eyes stare you down as you struggle to regain your composure, “You better hope theres a condom in here baby.”
He turns his back to you as he walks to the nightstands by the bed and you take it upon yourself to slip out of your shoes, mind set on getting comfy because you were determined to get dick tonight even if you had to beg. You take a moment to breathe, your mind whirling from the alcohol in your system. This is what you needed, sleeping with Taehyung never left you feeling the way that morning did.
Taehyung rummages around the first drawer, tsking loudly when he finds nothing before moving on to the other side and opening the drawer. When he pulls up a string of condoms into the air you nearly sob and he just smiles as he tears one off and shuts the drawer again.
His hands motion for you to come over and your legs cant move fast enough, stumbling over air until you get to him as hes sliding the condom over his length, his face cringing at the feeling of latex and lube and he knows you’re gonna complain about it too but this is your fault.
His hands grip your shoulders as he turns you to face the bed, pushing your back down to bend you over the edge of it, your hands hiking up the back of your skirt again and he snickers, his right hand rearing back and landing on your ass cheek with a smack. The blood rushes to your skin and the sting that accompanies it just makes you wiggle your hips back at him.
“Such a desperate little slut.” His hands soothe your skin, pulling away to deliver another harder smack to the same spot, chuckling when he hears you moan into the sheets.
“Please Taehyung.” You whimper, your arms lifting your body up slightly to look back at him and he just raises his eyebrows at your pleading. Both his palms smoothing over the skin of your ass, his thumbs toying with the fabric of your underwear, sliding underneath it and moving it aside to slide his length between your folds.
You gasp when you feel the cold lube on the condom press against you, Taehyung sliding his feet between your legs to spread you out further before he’s sliding into your heat, the both of you groaning when he bottoms out.
“Fuck.” You moan, gasping when Taehyung grabs your hair and yanks you up until your arms are supporting your upper body, only giving you a moment to adjust as he starts to pound into you.
Taehyung grunts at the feeling of your walls fluttering against him, annoyance creeping up on him at not being able to fully feel you. He grabs your hips with both hands to hold you still since you can’t seem to stop trying to fuck yourself back onto him. “Stop.” He grunts out, right hand coming down onto your ass again with a sharp sting, “you’re gonna take what I give you.”
Your hands clutch the sheets underneath you, a small cry leaving your throat when his slows his pace, thrusting into you slowly with more force. “Please, f-faster.”
His laugh fills the room again, he reaches over and brushes your hair over your shoulder to see your face pressed against the mattress, “Look at you,” he slides out of you slowly, “cock hungry slut.” He feels you clench around his tip, trying to keep him from leaving you empty but it fails.
You don’t get a chance to protest, his hands moving your body around until you’re on your back and he’s sliding back into you. His hand finds its home around your throat and you moan when he squeezes it the way he knows you love. “Is this what you want?” He asks, quickening his pace. You can feel the material of his jeans rubbing against your ass but you don’t care, not when his dick curves just right inside of you.
You can only nod in his grip, your eyes rolling back when he lifts your leg up and over his shoulder, his body bending over yours and reaching deeper inside you.
“S-so good.” You mumble out, your hand sliding down your body until your fingers are meeting your clit, rubbing the swollen nub in time with his thrusts.
He can feel your body tense up as you near your high, your hand rubbing with vigor and just as you’re about to topple over Taehyung swats your fingers off your clit, stopping his thrusts all together and enjoying the pained expression on your face as your orgasm is ripped away from you.
“No.” You cry as you grab the palm around your neck, wiggling your hips around in frustration.
“You think I’m gonna let you cum?” He taunts, staring down at you with a smirk that only gets wider when he sees your eyes well up with tears and the bastard laughs. Blame it on your need to cum but his condescending tone has more wetness gushing out of you.
“Taehyung,” you gasp, trying to blink the tears away, “please, please let me cum. I need this.”
Its the tone in your voice that makes him believe you, his want of making you feel better overpowering his desire to torture you further. His jaw tenses up as he resumes his earlier pace, the slick noises of him thrusting into you filling the room along with your sighs of relief.
His eyes stay on you, watching as the tension breaks and a lone tear falls free down the side of your face, “Crying over my dick baby?”
Your mouth drops open at a particular thrust that hits your bundle of nerves deliciously, your head nodding and slurring out a response, “Fuck, yes. Love it.”
Taehyung releases your throat in favor of cupping your cheeks with his palm under your jaw, “Does other dick make you cry like this?”
Your body is being jostled with every thrust, his grip on your cheeks tightening to hold your face still, “No, j-just you, god, just you Taehyung.”
Your right hand goes to tug at his shirt, wanting him even closer and he obliges, leaning further into you, making the muscles in your leg scream in protest at the stretch but you take it.
“So then why are you letting other guys fuck you when you know I’m all you need.” His pelvic bone rubs against your clit with his new angle, the feeling making you moan as you feel the coil tighten in your stomach.
“Im sorry.” You sob, “I won’t do it again.” You promise, your breath stuttering and hes shushing you gently, pressing his lips against you quickly before hes ordering you to open your mouth for him.
His fingers remain on your cheeks as you do what he asks, sticking your tongue out and seeing his eyes light up at you looking so submissive underneath him. “You’re mine.” He grunts out in between thrusts before hes gathering spit behind his lips and letting it fall onto your tongue.
You moan at the sensation, bringing your tongue back in to swallow it, “Yours.” You mumble out before sticking it back out again. Your mind was hazy as you neared your release again, Taehyungs cock stretching you open so beautifully made you feel more drunk than your drinks did.
“Dirty girl.” He murmurs out before spitting in your mouth again, letting you swallow it, leaning back from you and bringing your other leg up on his shoulder. Your body folded in half when he bent over again, letting his arms cage you in as he started to fuck you harder.
Small grunts of pleasure were leaving him, seeing your face looking fucked out every time he thrust back in, your walls pulsing around him as you got closer to the end. Fuck Taehyung wished he didn’t have to wear this stupid condom.
“Close.” You whisper out, wrapping your arms over his shoulders as best as you could, taking his pounding with your head thrown back. And then that coil inside you was snapping, your pussy clamping down on him as you chanted his name. Your body shuddered underneath his, your nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt as your back arched off the bed.
“Oh my god, yes.” You mewled, your eyes screwed shut as you saw white. Taehyung continued to thrust into you, moaning softly at the feeling of your walls pulsing around him. His eyes moved down to where you two connected, your underwear was absolutely ruined, damp with the mixture of lube and your arousal. You were whimpering now as you came down and Taehyung slid out of you, his hands yanking off the condom as he slid onto the bed on his knees. Shuffling up towards you, his thighs on either side of your ribs while his hand jerked himself off on top of you. You weakly held yourself up with your elbows, your mouth dropping open once more as you waited.
“Shit.” Taehyung gasped, the head of his cock peaking out of his grasp every time he pumped himself. His brows furrowed as his jaw slacked, a deep groan leaving him when he met his release. His eyes bored into yours as thick ropes of his cum splashed onto your face, landing on your lips and tongue, splattering onto your cheek. He hummed in content when you swallowed his seed and brought your cleaned tongue out to show him.
He shuffles back off of you slightly, letting you rest back onto the bed fully as he hovers over your body. His thumb traces your cheek, his fingers swiping his sticky mess around your face, popping into your mouth and letting you suck them clean.
“Mine.” He mumbles out, when your eyes slip shut as he presses down on your tongue, pulling the finger out of your mouth and smashing his lips against you again, not caring as his nose touches the cum on your cheek.
You’re gasping into his mouth when his tongue swirls against yours, “Tae stop, I cant.” You whimper and thats when he realizes his hand had slipped between your thighs and started rubbing your sore clit again.
“Sorry.” He whispers, pecking your lips once more and sliding his fingers away from your center, wiping them clean on the black jeans he still had on.
His eyes roam the room before hes getting up and adjusting himself back into his pants, going into the ensuite bathroom and coming back out with a handful of wipes. “They don’t have towels in there.” He speaks softly when he comes out, his hand cupping your face and gently wiping away any trace of him on you, moving on to clean between your thighs.
You hum softly at the feeling, letting yourself lay limp onto the bed with a groan. Your head cranes up slightly when you feel him start to slide your underwear down your legs, his eyes looking up at you and seeing the confusion on your face, “I’m sorry, were you trying to wear these ruined panties back out?”
You lean back, your hand draping across your face as you pout, “No, but I don’t wanna flash anyone either.”
He chuckles, slipping the material past your ankles and crumbling them up before he’s stuffing them into his jean pockets before you can notice. “I mean it’s either you flash someone or everyones gonna get a whiff of what your cum smells like.”
Your face flushes at the statement, he’s right, you’ll take your chances. Taehyung just stares at your form, his fingers tracing the tops of your legs softly, smirking when he sees your muscles trembling slightly at the aftershocks of your orgasm.
His heart is currently pounding in his chest, not just from exertion but from a mixture of the anger and jealousy he felt when you had admitted to sleeping with someone new. As much as he tried to convince himself and a few of your friends that he didn’t like you like that he knew he was lying. Taehyung didn’t love you but somewhere in the middle of this he had realized his interest in you had gone deeper than your friendship and hookups and now he was scared.
The both of you were the ones who shouted the loudest when it came to being against relationships at this age, you and him used to be each others wingmen at bars and clubs before sleeping together had become more consistent. Taehyung had never recalled getting jealous when you spoke of different hookups, hell he used to take it as a challenge when you’d talk about how so and so had made you see stars when you came, he would eat you out with new found determination, enjoying as you laughed and shuddered after he forced orgasm after orgasm out of you.
No, it wasn’t until his new roommate had entered the picture and the way you had acted the night of the halloween party, shooing him away like he meant nothing while you pranced over to the younger boy and gave him your undivided attention, thats when he felt the first real pang of hurt in his chest.
And now he felt stupid, stupid because he knew this would happen but his inflated ego had hoped it would be you catching feelings, not him.
Fuck, Yoongi was gonna have a fucking field day.
“Why’re you staring at me like that?” You mumbled out, sitting up slightly as you rested on your elbows.
Taehyung smiled softly, “You just look really pretty.”
You scoff, swatting his hands off your thighs with a smile, not being able to conceal the blush on your cheeks, “Yeah right, you only call me pretty when I’m covered in your cum.”
He laughs loudly at that, the classic Taehyung laugh that comes from his stomach, his mouth opening wide while his eyes crinkle up and its endearing.
He’s crawling over your body again, his thighs caging you in as his right hand cups your cheek and he presses a firm kiss on your lips, “Just accept the compliment.” You hum against him as he nudges your noses together before kissing you again, “C’mon, lets go.”
He’s leaning back and patting your knees, letting you grasp his arm as you stand up to slip your shoes back on. The both of you laugh as you walk out of the room, Taehyung clowning you as your legs give out a few times and when the party host sees you two leaving the master bedroom, asking you who you were, Taehyung crouches down and wraps his arms under your butt to lift you straight up as he runs down the hall.
You’re screaming with laughter, swatting Taehyungs shoulder to tell him to stop being dramatic since he wasn’t even following you but he just spins you around a few more times.
With your added height Yoongi spots you easily from his spot by the liquor, his eyes narrowing as he sees the dark purple hickey on your neck. He just shakes his head, old habits die hard and you two were well and truly fucked.
Once Taehyung finally lets you down you tug your skirt, making sure you’re fully covered since you were currently commando, “You wanna get outta here?” He asks you, staring down at you with a smile, “Kinda craving some street food.”
You nod at him, your hands coming down to pat at your stomach. Eating some food would do you good, you needed something in there to absorb the alcohol sloshing around. “Should I tell everyone else?” Your eyes scan the room, trying to spot your friends but not being able to see past the bodies surrounding you.
“Nah lets go just us two.” Taehyung suggest, he just wants to spend time with you alone, someplace you two could talk without having to shout at each other. You feel his hand clasp around yours, a smile on his face that only widens up when you nod, letting him once again lead the way as you exit the house.
The location of the party wasn’t too far from an area near campus that was notorious for their grilled chicken skewers so naturally thats where you two headed. Your hand hooked around his arm while you slowly walked there, Taehyung helping you stay balanced as you stepped over cracks and uneven sidewalks in your heels.
It had been a long while since you two properly hung out together, hanging out in his dorm room only to sleep together or hanging out with your entire friend group wasn’t the same. Taehyung missed the random chaotic energy you two had together, doing bar crawls as a duo, roaming the streets as you snapped endless photos of him and your surroundings, or just you two grabbing food alone.
You were thinking the same thing, your mind hadn’t realized the small space of distance that had creeped in between the two of you until right now. You had gotten busy with work and school and he had too, plus with the added attention you were giving Jungkook as he asked for help with Jisoo or random questions he would have, you two barely spent more than an hour together in his room more often than not.
So as he orders food for you two, handing you a skewer as he takes a bite out of his own with a smile, you can’t help but think how thankful you are for the weird relationship you two have.
You walk over to the nearby bench as he grabs your drinks before joining you, both of you huffing as you take a bite of the hot chicken, laughing at the dumb faces you make. “This is nice.” Taehyung speaks softly, his teeth sliding another chicken piece off the skewer.
The crisp sound of you opening up the soda can fills the air beside you as you hum, “Yeah, it is.”
Taehyung carefully chews his food as he thinks his next words over, his tongue licking his lips as he swallows. “If I say something and you’re not on board can you just pretend I never mentioned it?”
That grabs your attention, setting the can down by your feet as you nod at him. Your mind assuming he’s gonna ask you to try something new in bed but one look at his face shows that hes clearly nervous. “Sure, whats up.”
He nervously takes another chunk off of his chicken, using the food to stall as his eyes give your face a once over to see if theres any sign that he shouldn’t say what he wants to say but you’re sitting there patiently waiting for him to finish, opening up his own drink for him to take a sip that he’s surely gonna need. He takes the can with a smile, taking a gulp and looking at you again.
“Let me take you out.” Your lips purse out in confusion so he continues, “Like, on a date.”
Those words feel foreign on his tongue, not being able to recall the last time he ever used them. He wants this though, he needs to know if the inkling of a crush he feels inside means anything more than just friendship and lust. If the date is garbage and you both agree its weird then no harm done.
“You’re drunk.” You laugh, cupping his cheek with your left hand.
“You are too.” He counters, mimicking your action and cupping your own cheek.
“No I’m not.”
“Well neither am I.” And his quick retorts make you laugh again, dropping your hand from his face.
When he doesn’t remove his hand you sigh, leaning into his touch slightly, “Why Taehyung?” You remember Yoongi’s words from the art exhibit, claiming Taehyung had a crush on you and you had just laughed it off, but with this unfolding now you know Yoongi knew more than he let on.
“Can I be honest?” He asks, more confidence filling him since you hadn’t immediately told him no. He was expecting you to burst into laughter and call him ridiculous but the fact that you were entertaining the thought made him feel less stupid. “I’ve been battling these emotions for over a month now and I know this mutually beneficial thing we have going only works when theres no feelings going on, and I know we both hate relationships but if I’m laying it all out there I haven’t actually slept with anyone else in so long which says a lot.”
You can only giggle at his rambling, watching him take another deep breath to keep talking, “I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t have the best track record but I’m just asking for one date. One.”
Hes finished now, still wanting to continue to ramble to further explain himself but he needs to know what your thoughts are first. Your face gives nothing away as you stare at him.
“Do you actually want this or is this your jealousy speaking because you know I slept with someone?”
He rolls his lips together as he nods along, “No, I mean it. I know you slept with Jungkook–“ your eyes widen at that but he ignores it, he had figured it out on his own. Jungkook was a shit liar, the way he had stuttered when Tae asks about his Halloween night, how he would derail conversations that brought you up had spelled it out for him and with your confession tonight it just confirmed what he already thought, “and it’s none of my business, but hearing about it made me feel a way I’ve never felt before so I just want to know if there a chance.”
You both fall silent after that, your mind drawing a blank as you think. You had always been so fast to dismiss any thoughts regarding dating Taehyung. You had never thought of Taehyung as a boyfriend because you had never seen Taehyung be a boyfriend besides those two strange weeks, you only ever saw him as your friend who happened to know how to give you great orgasms. There was no denying that Taehyung was hot, the physical attraction was not an issue, and your personalities mixed well together, it was just the thought of Taehyung being able to be a boyfriend that left you unsure.
You weren’t even positive you wanted a boyfriend yet, with how life was at the moment you couldn’t find a spot to juggle a relationship in between it all but he’s only asking for a date. Who knows how that could play out, you shouldn’t overthink it all because for all you know the date could be a disaster.
“One date, and if its a shit show we forget it ever happened?”
His eyes shut, his lips pressing together as he sighs, opening his eyes again and nodding, “Yeah, exactly.”
Ignoring everything you’ve heard from everyone the past few weeks you nod, there was nothing to lose and you were sick of people having opinions and advice to give you regarding situations that had nothing to do with them. “Fine, wine and dine me Kim Taehyung.”
“No sixty-nineing though.” He gently prods your with the tip of his skewer, his classic smile back on his face, “Just a wholesome date, can’t let my dick be the reason you accept, it’d ruin the scientific study.”
Just like that you’re both laughing again, your hands shoving his shoulder, falling back into normal conversation as you finish your food, Taehyung getting up to grab another order for you two.
The actual time and place of the date had been a bit of a struggle to decide, you and Taehyung needing to plan around your schedules but he was determined to make it worth it. He had started doing things he normally didn’t do, messaging you in between a long break in classes and bringing you food to eat during it all while claiming it didn’t count as a date yet. He’d also begun waiting for you at the end of your latest class on Thursday nights, insisting on walking with you during the very long 3 minute trek back to your building.
His reasoning was trying to help normalize doing these things just in case the date went well and you kinda liked it. Taehyung had always been a caring friend, yes he was vulgar and shameless but that didn’t discredit that he always tried his best to show his friends how much they meant to him. Getting an extra dosing of that caring Taehyung isn’t something you’re against but you’re not letting your guard down yet, not until this date happens.
Luckily your schedules aligned and tonight would be the night you two give this date a shot and you’re a little nervous. The dynamic between you two was fun and carefree, a small part of you was scare you two were teetering too close to the edge and a wrong move would be the downfall of all of it. Yeah you had said if this date went sour you would pretend it never happened but would it be that easy?
How were you going to go back to fooling around after knowing he had been thinking of asking you out on a date for weeks now. You’d feel cruel sleeping with him if you had no feelings after this date while he did.
“Why are you pouting, do you hate the top I picked out?” Wendy asks, staring at your reflection as she stands behind you, her fingers tugging at the blouse she had suggested you wear.
You take a deep breath, shaking your head as you stare at the material of the white patterned top you had on, your fingers going to smooth the front which was tucked into your jeans, “No, just overthinking tonight.”
She hums in understanding, helping you adjust the back of the shirt so it wasn’t bunched up, “Don’t be, I’m sure Jungkook is just as nervous.”
Your hand freezes halfway down your pants, your face scrunching up because im sorry what?
“Jungkook?” The tone of your voice exhibits just how wrong her assumption had been, her wide eyes flicking back to yours, a tiny grimace on her face, “Is that not who you’re going out with?” She speaks timidly.
You yank your hand out of your pants with a huff, your fingers fidgeting with your hair, “No, why would you even think that?” You hadn’t told a soul about what you and Jungkook had done, the only people who knew were your friends and they had no need to go gossiping about your business to everyone because they couldn’t be bothered.
Wendy goes back your closet, sorting through your jackets to see what would pair nicely with your outfit, “I mean after Halloween I kind of just assumed something sparked between you two.”
“After Halloween?” You’re turning to properly face her now, okay she definitely knew. The only person who had seen you and Jungkook sneak into your room had been Jihyo and you highly doubted she would rat you out to your own roommate considering she’d also be getting in trouble.
“Girl, did you forget Yeri’s room is right next door?” Her thumb flicks over to your side of the room, pointing at the wall you most likely shared with her friend and your face reddens. “She told me she heard you giving him the gawkgawk5000.” That breaks your hard exterior, your hand reaching out to swat at her before you’re covering your face as you both break out in hysterical laughter, you calling her a child as you scream behind your palms, “I hate you!”
She just laughs harder, “Hey, no shame here. She didn’t know it was him until she saw him leave your room a few minutes later.” When you compose yourself again, standing straight up and wiping under your eyes to save your makeup from being ruined by stray tears, you see shes staring at you with a gentle look on her face, “Did something happen?”
You finally spill it all out to your room mate, telling her everything, how Jungkook had approached you one night after he partied with Tae and assumed you were being cheated on, asking you for help regarding girls and sex, that time in your room, to the drunk texts and wet dreams to finally sleeping with him and the cursed morning after and the way he left and hadn’t given you the time of day since.
Her pretty face was pulled in, a look of anger coming across as her brows pinched together on her forehead, “What a fucking dick. You know what though, I knew it.”
“What do you mean?”
Her arms cross under her chest, “He came across as too pure, asking you for relationship advice was his way into your pants. No guy that looks like him needs help for fucks sake. Maybe Jisoo was telling the truth.” She shrugs, confident in her words. You frown at her statement but you’re not in a hurry to jump to his defense like you had before because you were still very much upset at him, even now, over two weeks later he had yet to reach out and you were growing sick of it. Seeing him bolting out of class no longer stung like it had the first time.
“Yeah, maybe.” You shrug it off, “I’m going on a date with Tae though.”
The screech she lets out bursts your eardrums, your hands clasping over them as she holds the note out, “What!” She’s yanking your hands away from your poor ears, holding them clasped in between the two of you, “Kim Taehyung? The boy you religiously bang? Certified McDreamy?”
You roll your eyes at her praises, “Jesus-”
“Yes, the man looks like Jesus!”
“Wendy!” You snap with a chuckle, “Yes that Taehyung.”
You yank your hand out of her grasp to pull your phone out to check the time. He had told you to be ready by 6pm and it was currently a few minutes shy of that so you had to get going. “How did that happen?”
“It just did? He said he just wants one date, something about him wanting to see if this helps him figure out his feelings and I guess mine?” She sees you grab the leather jacket she had pulled out for you, her hands making grabby motions at you when she realizes you’re about to walk out.
“No, you can’t drop that bomb and fucking leave what’s wrong with you!” She marches to the door and stands in front of it as you slide into your converse, slinging your bag over your shoulder as you walk towards her with a grin.
“I’ll tell you whatever you want when I get back, if its a disaster I won’t have anything worthy of saying.” She just pouts but grumbles out a fine, stepping aside and letting you leave.
Just as you make it out of your building your phone starts vibrating with an incoming call from Taehyung, a picture of him high as fuck with a dopey smile adorning a plastic tiara that you had taken during summer break set as his contact photo.
“Hey, where should I meet you?” You ask, your legs already starting to move in the direction of the boys dorm but he stops you, telling you to meet him on the west side of campus, the area where guests were allowed to park.
He stays on the line as you walk that way, asking if you were excited even though he had told you zero details of what he had planned. Its when you reach the guest parking and spot him standing against the hood of a car that one hundred percent did not belong to him that you stop talking on the phone, hearing him laugh into the receiver at your expression.
He hangs up the call when you get closer, his arms gestured out to the car, a giant smile on his face, “Okay who’s car is that?”
Your eyes examine the car further as he pulls you in for a hug, complimenting your outfit, “Oh my god is this Jin’s car?” You speak against his chest, pushing him back to peak into the passenger side window, spotting the peach scented air freshener hung around the mirror to confirm your suspicion.
He chuckles again when you turn to face him with a knowing look, “Yeah, he let me borrow it for tonight. I promised him I’d wash it and fill up his tank.”
“You don’t have your license though.”
He presses his index finger against your lips gently, “Sh, lets not get into specifics.” He ignores your eye roll and opens the door for you, sliding into the drivers seat shortly after and starting up the car.
Your eyes take in his appearance, seeing his blond hair laying on his head in soft waves, a handful of silver chains around his neck that glimmer with the last remaining light the sun gives off. He has a loose black and burgundy striped shirt that has the first few buttons open, the material tucked into form fitting black trousers, a black leather jacket draped on him that matches the one you currently have on.
Your outfits were very similar in style and it makes you giggle slightly, his eyes drifting off the road to look over at your for a moment, smiling when he sees you giggling to yourself, “What?”
You lean further into the passengers seat, your hand raking through your hair, “It looks like we coordinated our outfits.”
He joins you in laughing, letting one hand drop off the steering wheel to reach out and pinch the fabric of your shirt, “You know, I’m pretty sure you stole this shirt from me.”
Now that he mentions it, you’re pretty sure you did, remembering how he had bought this shirt online and when it had arrived he was pissed when the material wouldn’t stretch over his broad shoulders. The way the short sleeves dug into his skin as he tried to force himself to fit into it had made you laugh when he turned to face you, looking like the hulk in tiny clothes.
“You gave it to me okay.” He hums, refusing to believe thats how it played out, “Where are we going anyway?”
He had started driving further away from campus, deeper into the city and had yet to say anything, “I actually heard about this exhibit happening this month and got us tickets. It has some of your favorite surrealism photographers work on display.”
The car fell silent, all you could do was stare at him, seeing him nervously chew on his lip as he tried to focus on the road when you didn’t say anything. Had he already fucked up?
Taehyung knew of your love for surrealism, being on the receiving end of the countless messages you’d sent him of insane photos. He’d also seen you spent hours upon hours in photoshop trying to perfect photos in that style before giving up all together, accepting that it was a style you wouldn’t be able to master. Nonetheless you still loved it from afar and him doing this for you made you wonder just how attentive he had to be.
“If you think its stupid we can go do something else–“
“Taehyung,” you cut him off, gently swatting his shoulder, “no, thats actually really nice.” You can just see how his body sags into the seat in relief, his hands tapping the steering wheel in excitement.
He’s nervous as hell, the jittery feeling is completely new to him, his hands never got clammy when you two hung out before but as he struggled to button up his top half an hour ago he knew it was the fear of not knowing how this would play out.
Jungkook had watched him get ready while he sat at his desk and finished his course work, the two of them exchanging polite words even though Taehyung wanted to fight him. He knew you and Jungkook had a falling out, with the way you’ve acted and the fact that Jungkook couldn’t seem to desperately divert conversations fast enough if your name ever popped up it wasn’t hard to piece together.
So even though Taehyung wanted to talk about this first date, help get his nerves in check, he didn’t want to bring it up and have the conversation become awkward. He held it all in until he got to Jin’s apartment, words of doubt instantly falling from his mouth when Jin opened the door for him.
Arang had been sat on the couch, a smile on her face, clearly enjoying seeing Taehyung uncharacteristically nervous. Seokjin had led Taehyung into the kitchen, thrusting a bottle of water into his hand with encouraging words. The oldest friend had been the only one to not make Taehyung feel like he was doing something he shouldn’t. Considering Jin was Tae’s room mate before he graduated he had witnessed the dynamic between the two of you more than anyone else so when he told him that he had nothing to worry about, that everything would be fine between you two regardless, he finally let himself take a breath.
And once you two arrived at the exhibit, you stood in the middle of it all with the biggest smile, grabbing his hand and yanking him to the first photo that caught your eye, Taehyung lets out that same breath.
You spend two hours in that building, your hand remaining intertwined with his and even though it isn’t something you two ever did it feels nice, the small squeezes shared between each other had emotions stirring inside you that you swore you’d never feel.
Taehyung and you bounce around from photo to photo, him watching you patiently as you take everything in. The dates nice and the conversation flows naturally, attributed to the fact that you two are very good friends. Taehyung can feel his heart skip a beat every time you drag him along behind you and he hopes you feel anything at all.
That craving he has only intensifies once you two are sat back in the car, both the seats pulled back and the windows rolled down to let the night breeze roll in. Taehyung had pulled in to a nice lookout spot near campus after you had voiced a want for a milkshake, which you were currently sipping on as you sat with your feet resting on the dashboard.
Taehyung was sipping on his own shake, licking any traces of the chocolate desert off his lips as he stared at you. “So,” he started lamely, a sheepish smile adorning his face when you glanced at him sideways.
“So.” You mimic, stirring the straw in your cup.
“Thoughts?” Its all he can get himself to ask, not wanting to ask a specific question that puts you on the spot.
The soft sounds of the radio playing fill the silence as you reach forward and set your cup on top of the dash by your propped up feet. This was the part of the date that you were anticipating, your brain sorting through every memory and possible emotion to form a response.
“I had a good time, but I knew I would, that was never a doubt of mine.” He knew this but he still smiles, letting you continue talking. “I’m just confused I guess?”
You nervously tuck your hair behind your ear, dropping your legs from their spot and shuffling on the seat, “We’ve been... us, for almost as long as we’ve known each other so I’m just wondering what would change if we pursued these feelings?”
“Do you have feelings?”
His question makes you fidget, you’ve never been comfortable talking about romantic feelings hence the underwhelming list of boyfriends past.
“I’m having a hard time figuring out if what I feel is love for our friendship or something deeper.” You confess, your eyes meeting again and you relax when you see he’s not upset or offended, “What we currently have is such a blurred line, if we were strictly friends and nothing else then maybe it’d be easier for me to figure out if I felt butterflies because I wanna know what it feels like to kiss you but its kinda hard to do that when I already kiss you all the time.”
He gets that, what you guys had blurred the line between friendship and relationship. It was not the typical friends with benefits dynamic and he knew that from the start, you two wouldn’t just send each other a text at 3am looking to get off, you would hang out all the time, he would kiss you in public like it was completely normal, and the amount of people who thought you were a couple already spelled it out.
“I guess what I’m wondering is, is it just the exclusiveness that comes with it?”
He sets his own cup down besides yours, settling back in his seat slightly turned towards you. “No, well I mean yes-sorta. Like I told you, besides me kissing like two girls I haven’t slept with anyone besides you.”
“Tae you realize if we’re dating you can’t be kissing any girls?” You tease him, enjoying the eye roll he gives you.
“Yes Y/N I know this.”
“Did you know this when you dated Nari?”
“Nari?” His face scrunches up as he thinks, his expression settling into one of understanding, “Y/N, I asked Nari out when I was high off shrooms and she only dated me because she knew I could get her drugs. She cheated on me twice as much. Is that a reason you’re not into this?”
“Its one of the reasons.” The reason you didn’t do relationships was not because you were scared of monogamy, sure you liked the freedom of being single but you knew deep down if you were actually with someone you wouldn’t be unfaithful. Taehyung had never explicitly said he didn’t date because he knew he would cheat but after witnessing him and Nari’s shit show of a relationship for two weeks it was a rightfully made assumption.
“Y/N,” he speaks softly, almost nervously because he can feel his heart in his throat. His hands are clammy again, fidgeting on his lap, “I’m ignoring every fiber inside me to say this and I know it’ll be hard to but believe me when I say it’s more than just being exclusive. I think about what it’d be like to have a dumb photo of us as my lock screen, or to properly introduce you to people as my girlfriend, or even wondering what my parents would think of you and I told myself I wouldn’t say any of this but I need you to know it’s not just me wanting an ego boost about being the only guy you sleep with.”
His confession is definitely not one you expected and its stunned you to silence, “I dont–I don’t expect you to have a response to any of that, I’ve had a head start at letting my feelings settle so I get it if you need time.”
You can only nod softly at his stuttered statement, you definitely needed time but hearing his confession didn’t fill your stomach with dread like you thought it would and when he softly grabs your hand you’re once again thankful for the relationship you two have.
“So then are you two officially dating?” Yoongi asks as you both walk down the street, you had finished your shift a few minutes ago and were now headed back to campus. The sun was almost fully set and the sharp cold of the wind had you two huddled close together to keep warm.
“No, we’re not. I told him I need to think about it before diving in.” He hums in response, glad that you weren’t jumping into anything without thinking it through. Yoongi, like always, had seen this coming from a mile away, take away the fact that Taehyung had drunkenly confessed to his feelings multiple times in confidence Yoongi would still be able to detect them otherwise. Yoongi, and Jimin as well, weren’t against you dating if thats how the cards played out, they were just trying to make sure you two weren’t doing it for the wrong reasons. The last thing anyone wanted was a messy situation but it seemed like Jungkook had dropped out of the picture entirely, his absence made the situation less likely to implode.
“Smart, I’m glad he finally said something. I gave you a heads up though, not my fault you didn’t take me seriously.”
You roll your eyes as you near campus, a group of boys making their way down the path you were walking up, too far away to make anyone out. Yoongi yelps when you swing your arm around his head, forcing him to hunch over as you attempt to put him in a headlock, your hand wrapping around your wrist as you try to overpower him. “Not my fault you didn’t take me seriously.” You mimic, hearing him guffaw at your surprising strength.
All it takes is him abruptly standing back up to knock your hold loose, the action making you stumble over, Yoongi reaching his arms out to catch you by the waist before you topple over onto the concrete. He pulls you into his chest from the force and you’re both laughing hysterically, his hands letting you go once you’re stable, choosing you wrap over your shoulder to continue walking huddled together.
Unbeknownst to you the group that was walking towards you was Jungkook and his friends, all of them taking note that it was you and Yoongi walking towards them. Having seen the incident that just happened Mingyu speaks up, “Isn’t that Y/N?”
Jungkook has his eyes glued to you, seeing you’re cheeks tinted pink from the cold and a smile on your face as Yoongi spoke, “Yeah it is.”
Mingyu scoffs, “See, she’s already hopped onto the next one.”
Eunwoo glares at his friend, trying to tell him to shut up but Mingyu doesn’t get it not even when Jungkook mutters that you’re just friends with Yoongi, “Yeah, like shes friends with Taehyung. Bambam told me that Yugyeom saw her and Taehyung sneak off at a party a few weeks or so ago.”
That only irks Jungkook more, why the fuck were they trying to keep tabs on you? Was this their way of trying to make him feel better when their words were the ones that made him distance himself?
As you and Yoongi get closer your eyes drift up and meet Jungkooks, he sees the flash of realization on your face and he desperately wants to greet you but he knows he’s already dug his grave, more so when Mingyu continues to put his foot in his mouth, “Heard she slept with Jimin too, don’t be simping over a slut dude.”
Jungkooks eyes widen at what his friend had just called you, and you had heard, his voice had been loud and clear as you passed by. You froze on the pathway, your brows pulled together as you stared at the concrete at your feet. Yoongi had heard the remark as well, his hands now digging into your shoulder, waiting to see if you’d say something or if he’d had to.
His group continued to walk down the path, all it took was a moment for you to breathe in before you whipped around and marched over to his group. You were pissed, Jungkook had treated you like you meant nothing and now his friends were calling you names and he said nothing?
Jungkook could hear the sound of feet stomping behind him and he knew it was you and fuck he could feel his stomach sink at the fact that this would be the first interaction you would have. Surprisingly you don’t reach for Jungkook, your hands curl around Mingyu’s shoulder and yank him hard, his face showing pure shock at you standing before him looking livid.
“What the fuck did you call me?” Your tone is void of any emotion and it only scares him, Bambam and Eunwoo taking a few steps back to steer clear of your wrath.
Mingyu seems to have lost his balls, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to think of a response. He hadn’t meant for you to hear that, he was only trying to cheer up his friend but it had only earned and elbow to the rib from Jungkook and now you were stood in front of him looking like you were ready to castrate him.
When his friend sputters out gibberish your eyes move to stare down Jungkook, the same wide eye look he always had that used to make you swoon just filled you with anger and he can see it, the way your mouth twisted up in disgust at his lack of defense. “Fuck you Jungkook.”
You wanted to say more but you really didn’t feel like crying in front of guys who clearly didn’t see you as a human being with emotions so you turn back around and storm off again, passing Yoongi as you feel your eyes burn. Jungkook gulps as he stares at Yoongi, seeing the cold stare in his eyes and thats when he bolts into action, ignoring his friends and running after you.
You were taking deep breaths as you walked, blinking furiously to force the tears to go away. Yes guys were fucking assholes, the majority of them acting like women were only there for their pleasure and nothing else while simultaneously slut shaming the girls they used, but you hadn’t expected it from Jungkook. He hadn’t called you a slut but his friend had and it didn’t get any reaction from him and that alone was a reaction enough.
“Y/N.” You hear the out of breath voice of Jungkook, rolling your eyes you try to speed up, fully aware you left your friend behind but you weren’t far from your building.
Jungkook reaches out and grasps your arm, a small tug you feel but you yank out of it as if he had done something outrageous, his hands coming up in defense when you turn around and glare at him, your nose now tinted red from trying to stop yourself from crying, “What Jungkook.”
“I’m sorry.” Is all he says, his hands still raised up as he steps a tiny bit closer to you, seeing your gaze flicker down to his feet before looking back at him and he deems this is close enough.
“Oh are you, for what exactly?” Your arms are crossed under your chest now, an expression on your face that he never thought he would witness, especially not towards him, “Are you sorry for sleeping with me and leaving immediately after, or are you sorry for completely disregarding our friendship after you got what you wanted?”
His face looks hurt, his hands softly dropping to his sides as he pouts at your statement, “Or are you sorry your friend called me a slut and you said nothing. You know Jungkook, I thought our friendship meant something to you but you fucking used me.” Your finger comes up to point at him accusingly, you were beyond mad now, your mouth determined to spew out anything you could to make him feel as shitty as he had made you feel.
“No I didn’t.” That just makes you scoff, only confusing him further because he hadn’t used you, not intentionally like you’re making it out to be.
“Really? You came to me looking for help, help with sex, and I don’t know why I was so naive to believe that a guy like you needed help getting girls but it makes sense now. Is that your play, come across as vulnerable to get girls to believe whatever comes out of your mouth. If you just wanted me to sleep with you all you had to do was ask Jungkook, not fucking string me along with friendship and other bullshit. I defended you from Jisoo but you know what, maybe she wasn’t that far off.”
Jungkook didn’t know what to say at all, contrary to what you now thought he really was as inexperienced as he had said. All the bullshit his friends had spewed to him, telling him that you viewed sex a certain way and that he was stupid to keep a friendship with you because his stupid crush wouldn’t go anywhere was the reason you viewed him this way and he wanted to scream.
He loved your friendship, he had found himself looking forward to any of the small moments you two shared in passing and he wishes he could go back in time and go about that dreaded morning differently, even the possibility of you two never sleeping together sounded better to him than you standing here with tears in your eyes as you told him off.
“I’m sorry for all of it okay but I swear I didn’t lie to you to try to get into your pants-”
“Save the bullshit Jungkook,” you cut him off, seeing his hand clutch his black strands in worry because he can tell you’re not gonna hear him out and honestly he didn’t blame you, “I expected this from so many people but never you.”
He watches as you turn back around, taking a few steps before turning back to him, “You know what, I’m glad I gave you a black eye the first day of class. You deserve it.” With that you fully turn around and leave him standing there, his hands coming up to touch his eye and nose as he remembers the very first day you two met.
Hes only given another second of silence until a harsh shove to his shoulder has him stumbling, his head turning in the direction it came from and seeing Yoongi stood there, hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat with a mean glare on his face, “The fuck is wrong with you.” Is all the older boy says before sauntering off after you.
Jungkook can only stand there, no longer caring about his friends, his eyes glued to your figure as you and Yoongi step into your building and he once again feels lost. There was no way out of this in his mind and he could only blame himself. You had reached out to him multiple times, excited text messages asking him about his day, offering to go get food together, the occasional meme and he had ignored it all. It hurt him to do so but his friends’ words stuck with him and he’s never regret asking them for advice more in his life.
The stupid pain in his chest was back now, his face screwing together as he tried not to cry, this was his fault. Jungkook had well and truly fucked up.
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A Long Way Back - Part 1 of 2
Pairing: Gerard Way x Female Reader
Rating: General
Requested By: Anon
Word Count: ~7,900 total, ~3400 in part 1
Author’s Note: This request asked for current Gerard with a singer who is younger and to be honest, I started this request immediately when I got it, but I’ve been picking it up and putting it down on and off since then. I was inspired by His Smile Will Keep You Safe by @xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx and I Know I’ll Lose by @sunsetinmyvein and while this story is nowhere near as long as their stories, I hope that you guys enjoy it regardless. I’ve also thrown together a playlist if you’re interested as well
“We are Garden of Woe and don’t you ever forget it! Thank you Milwaukee!” (YN) shouted as the band hit their final notes and the lights went out. The crowd was cheering and (YN) felt that addicting mix of adrenaline and exhaustion that she always felt after an amazing show.
“That show was sick!” Liam the guitarist raved and (YN) nodded enthusiastically as she took a swig from her water bottle on the way backstage.
“Hey guys, great show as usual,” their manager Clark grinned when they walked in the dressing room. “Can I get your attention for a second?”
(YN) looked at her bandmates, a look of confusion shared amongst them. “What’s going on?”
“I didn’t wanna tell you guys before the show and have yall be in your heads, but” he paused. “You’ve been asked to open for My Chemical Romance on their US reunion tour.”
(YN) thought she was about to either faint, puke, or die on the spot. “Clark don’t fuck with us.”
“I’m not fucking with you.”
“Oh my god, this is, oh my god,” Jake the drummer muttered, a far away look in his eyes as Rebecca the bass player just stood there with a shocked look on her face.
(YN) sunk down on the couch, legs unable to support her anymore. “I had just hoped to get tickets to one of those shows,” she said with an astonished laugh, holding her head in her hands.
“Well if you accept, you’re gonna be going to every show, getting paid to be there, and getting more exposure than you ever could dream of,” Clark replied.
“I think I speak for everyone when I say hell yes!” Liam exclaimed, the rest of the band agreeing instantly.
“Then it’s settled, I’ll get in touch with their management tomorrow morning and you better get ready because you’re about to go on a wild ride.”
~
To (YN) it felt like an instant and an eternity at the same time before Garden of Woe departed for the first stop of the MCR reunion tour. A lot of buzz had been building around their band since it was announced that they, along with Taking Back Sunday for the first half of the tour and Crystal Lake Cemetery for the second half, would be opening the shows.
“Are you so stoked Becs? Are you? Are you?!” Liam shouted, shaking Rebecca’s shoulders excitedly as their bus rolled down the highway.
“If you keep doing that I’m going to barf on you,” Rebecca snapped back.
Everyone’s nerves had been on edge since Clark had told them the news and arguments had been erupting about things like the setlist, or what their merch would look like, and the tension only seemed to grow the closer they got to the start of the tour. Rebecca wouldn't even return (YN)'s calls for a week over a debate about what they should be wearing on stage.
“Oh my god Liam, I say this with all the love in the world, but please shut the fuck up,” (YN) muttered.
Liam, with his endless energy, bounced across the tour bus to where (YN) was sitting and climbed onto her lap. “You! This is literally what you’ve been talking about since you were 16 years old! This is why we formed Garden of Woe, why we’ve been struggling and starving for a decade!”
“I know, but you’re never gonna see the stage if you keep bugging everyone like this,” (YN) retorted to her friend in her lap.
“What are you gonna say when you finally meet them?”
“Will we even meet them?” (YN) asked, trying to sound aloof. She had been trying not to think about actually meeting the band that she had been obsessed with and saved her life when she was a depressed teenager back in 2004. When she and Liam founded Garden of Woe, she modeled her stage presence on Gerard’s after watching hours of live performance videos. When My Chem announced they were getting back together back on Halloween 2019, (YN) cried tears of joy for hours and they did an extra encore of just MCR covers at their show that night.
“We’re gonna be on the road with them for two months, of course we are,” Jake replied.
(YN) groaned. “I can’t deal with this right now,” she grumbled, pushing Liam off her before climbing into her bunk.
A while later Clark was calling her name to come out as they had arrived at the first venue. “Alright, here is the itinerary: you guys have soundcheck at 5:30, doors are at 6:30, you’re on at 7:30. After your set, you should get to the main merch booth to sign things for the fans, but you can watch Taking Back Sunday and My Chem if you’d prefer. Then two hours after My Chem finishes, we load back in and it’s on to the next stop.”
(YN) glanced at her phone, it was just before 2 PM, which meant they had hours before their soundcheck. Hours to build up more nervous energy, to possibly run into My Chem or Taking Back Sunday, another band she’d looked up to for just as long.
The bus rolled to a stop and they grabbed the things they’d need for the show that night and headed inside. There were other big black busses already parked outside and roadies moving things around.
“This is real, this is really real. This is the biggest thing we’ve ever done and we’re really here,” Rebecca said, totally astonished as (YN) linked arms with her.
“I’m really trying not to think about it,” (YN) replied. Even from the back of the stadium they could hear the crowd already waiting out front. When they got to the door, they flashed their badges and were escorted to their dressing room.
“Do we just wait here? Can we go walk around? I wanna go check everything out,” Liam babbled excitedly.
“How much coffee did you drink today, dude?” (YN) asked, trying to keep the nerves out of her voice.
“None. Come on, let’s get out there and meet our tourmates! Who is with me? (YN), Jake, Becs?”
Rebecca rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna try to calm down and center myself and not piss off the people who are employing us.”
“I’ll go,” Jake replied.
“Yea me too, get it over with,” (YN) mumbled. She’d met so many people touring and opening for bands she looked up to that it shouldn’t make her nervous, but Gerard, Mikey, Ray and Frank were legendary. The three bandmates started to wander the halls, peeking in doors until they heard people talking.
“Is this happening? Are we about to meet them?” (YN) looked at Liam, her heart hammering.
“Come on,” he said, grabbing her elbow and leading the way. “‘Scuse me, sorry to interrupt, but we wanted to introduce ourselves. We are Garden of Woe.”
“Hey, nice to finally meet you guys, I’m Gerard,” Gerard said, getting up to shake their hands. Jake and Liam introduced themselves like normal humans, but (YN) was screaming internally.
“I’m (YN),” she squeaked, and Gerard gave her an amused smile and she was certain her brain melted. Then all the sudden she was introducing herself to Mikey, Frank, and Ray as well and it was as if she had transcended to another plane of existence. She listened as they easily made conversation with Jake and Liam, but she couldn’t put together a coherent thought to join in.
“Are you ok?” she heard someone asking. Shaking her head to pull herself out of her thoughts, she realized it was Gerard.
“Yea, yea, thanks, just kinda overwhelmed by everything that’s going on,” she admitted.
Gerard nodded. “Yea, being back in the tour life has been kinda weird. Overwhelming, like you said.”
“For sure. And I don’t wanna seem like, I dunno, a crazed fan, but I have to tell you, I’ve been listening to you guys since I was 16 when Three Cheers came out. It got me through so much and your performance style inspired me so much and how I perform and yea. Sorry to ramble, I just had to get that off my chest, I won’t bug you about it again,” (YN) said with another shake of her head as she put her hands over her face. She didn’t know why, but tears were stinging at her eyes. “So sorry.”
“Don’t be,” he replied and he reached out and rubbed her arm. “We saw you guys performing and that’s why we asked you to come out with us. You have a lot of talent.”
“Well thank you, this is literally a dream come true,” (YN) blushed. Receiving a compliment like that from Gerard Way himself was mind blowing.
“My Chem, you’re up for soundcheck,” someone with a headset called from the doorway.
“We’ll see you around,” Gerard waved as they made their way out the door. After the band was gone (YN), Jake, and Liam stood alone in the dressing room silently for a moment.
“Holy fucking hell we just met My Chemical Romance!” Liam shrieked.
“I know!” (YN) shouted in reply, throwing her arms around her friends in a celebratory hug.
~
"(YN). Earth to (YN)," Liam said, pulling her from her thoughts. "You ready?"
"No, not at all," she replied and Liam could see the fear in her face. It had been a long time since he had seen her that nervous before a performance.
"You got this," he said to (YN). "We all got this, come on!"
Just then the stage lights dimmed and the crowd roared like she'd never heard before. The other three took their places on stage. "Fuck it," she muttered to herself and ran out on stage.
45 minutes later Garden of Woe was taking their bow and hurrying off stage so the roadies could switch out their equipment for Taking Back Sunday’s. The four bandmates were wrapping each other in sweaty hugs and jumping up and down, as the set had gone better than they ever could have hoped. After cleaning themselves up a bit, they went to the merch booth and signed autographs and took photos for a while, but the line cleared out again once Taking Back Sunday went on. After they finished, there wasn't much time before MCR were going to take the stage, so (YN) hurried backstage and found a crate to sit on and watch while the greatest band of their generation took the stage.
The show was absolutely awe inspiring; to watch the way Ray shredded on his guitar, the way Frank and Mikey moved around the stage, but most of all watching Gerard. He was a natural on stage, even after all this time away from it. While she had watched enough interviews on youtube to know that he was soft spoken, the way he turned that off and started to just command the stage and the crowd was incredible. What she couldn’t believe was that no one else was with her watching the show. Did they not realize what an opportunity they were missing she wondered.
"Enjoying the show?" Gerard asked when they came off stage before the encore.
"So much! You're kicking so much ass out there!" She beamed and the guys all laughed in appreciation.
Once the show was over and everyone was cleaned up, the bands all came together to celebrate a little before it was time to reboard the busses. The drinks were flowing for everyone that partook as people talked happily, but (YN) found herself without a place to sit until she decided to crash on Liam's lap.
Ray smiled as he walked over to them. “Hey, how’d the first show go?”
“Amazing!” Liam grinned.
“So amazing, but you guys, holy shit!” (YN) gushed. “I suppose when you’ve played together for so long you don’t just lose that, even after a break.”
"That’s true,” Ray nodded. “How long have you been a band?”
“About ten years,” (YN) replied. “We talked about it in high school, but neither of us could play an instrument, and life was so hard back then. We couldn’t get our shit together until after he graduated from college. It's only really been in the last few years we've been able to find some success with it.”
“So are you two together?" Ray asked, looking between the pair.
"Oh nooo," (YN) laughed. "Liam's practically my brother."
"And I'm gay," Liam interjected.
"And there's that," (YN) nodded.
“Well you guys have a real dynamic that works,” Ray shrugged. The way he treated them as if they were equals to everyone else on the tour was exactly the confidence boost (YN) needed as the tour got started.
~
The next few days of the tour were very much the same. Rolling into town, hurry up and wait, getting to know the guys in the other bands, and then finally getting on stage. After signing for fans, (YN) would rush backstage to watch MCR perform, and after that everyone would gather again until it was time to load back into the busses to the next town.
Each day was a little less nerve-wracking than the last and (YN) finally felt like she was coming out of her shell. She’d hoped that Rebecca would be her right-hand woman, since there were so few other women out on the tour, but Rebecca had been heading straight to the busses after the shows, instead of hanging out with everyone else.
“Do you have any idea what’s up with Becs?” (YN) asked the other two members of the band after their soundcheck.
“Nope,” Jake replied quickly before heading back behind his kit again.
“Just go talk to her,” Liam suggested.
(YN) grumbled before nodding and heading back to the dressing room. “Hey Becs!” (YN) said as chipperly as she could muster. “Are you gonna hang with us after the show tonight? I miss hanging out with you, and the guys are all super fun to talk to.”
“I dunno, maybe,” she replied, but (YN) couldn’t get a read on her mood.
“What are you gonna wear tonight? I was thinking my Mikey Fuckin Way shirt that I cropped,” (YN) said turning to their wardrobe rack.
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” Rebecca said before quickly turning and almost running out of the room. Moments later Liam came in.
“What the hell was that about?”
“I have no idea dude, I tried though, I really did.”
Despite the weirdness between Rebecca and the rest of the band, the show went well. (YN) again ducked out early from their signing to catch the MCR show from her favorite spot at the side of the stage. She couldn’t help but wonder if she was imagining things, but it seemed like whenever Gerard looked her way, he’d always smile just at her.
“Still enjoying the show?” Gerard asked when he came off stage before their encore.
“I’ve got years of not seeing you guys live to catch up on, I’m never gonna get sick of it,” she laughed.
Gerard nodded. “I caught your show tonight, you guys are really killin it.”
(YN) could have sworn her soul left her body for a moment. “R-really?”
“Yea, I really-”
“Gee, we’re back on,” Ray said tapping him on the shoulder.
(YN) waved him off as he went back on stage and the crowd roared again. She tried to keep from screaming herself, but for an entirely different reason.
At the end of the show, everyone convened as usual for the post-show celebration. (YN) was glad to find that Rebecca had joined the group, even if she was mostly just talking to Jake. She had meant to talk to her, but got pulled into a conversation with Adam instead.
“Ok, but can you teach me to swing the mic like you do and not kill someone?” (YN) asked with a laugh.
“Sure thing, how ‘bout after your sound check tomorrow?” Adam offered.
“Perfect, can’t wait!” (YN) grinned, but in the corner Rebecca was rolling her eyes.
From the other side of the room Mikey was trying to talk to Gerard, but he was noticeably distracted. Following his brother’s line of sight, realized Gerard was watching (YN)’s animated conversation with Adam. He bumped his shoulder into Gerard’s.
“You really are into (YN) aren’t you?” Mikey asked with a knowing smile and Gerard just shrugged dejectedly. “Why don’t you just ask her out or something?”
“I can’t,” Gerard replied.
“Why not?”
“Because.”
“Because why? Why? What good reason do you have?” Mikey argued.
“Because I’m older than her, because I don’t want her to feel obligated to spend time with me just because we’re on this tour together. Because I’m not… I’m not the Gerard Way I used to be.”
"What the fuck does that mean?" Mikey asked sternly.
"I know I'm not a sexy rock star anymore, I'm a divorced dad with grey in his hair and," he sighed. "You know what I mean."
"Gee, you know you're in a better place now in so many ways than you were before. Stop talking yourself out of it.”
Gerard just grumbled in response. He knew his brother was right, he was better off now than he was ten years ago, worlds better than he was even longer ago than that. But he couldn’t help but worry that (YN) wouldn’t be interested in him. At least not the current version of him.
But that didn’t change how he felt about her
~
The next stop on the tour was Riot Fest, but Garden of Woe would not actually be opening for My Chem and Taking Back Sunday. They had been relegated to one of the smaller side stages earlier in the day. (YN) and Liam were hanging out on the curb outside their bus in the warm, mid September Chicago air when Frank and Gerard came by.
“Hey, when are you guys on today?” Frank asked.
“At 4:30, why?” Liam answered
Frank climbed in between the two and pulled out his phone. “Gerard is always talking about how awesome your show is, so I was gonna promote you guys.”
(YN) looked up at Gerard who smiled shyly. “Well Gerard, why don’t you get in on this too then,” she smiled.
“Sure,” he nodded and sat down next to her as Liam took Frank’s phone and held it out so he could get everyone in the shot.
“Hey guys, we’re at Riot Fest, and before we play tonight, you gotta go check out our friends Garden of Woe," Frank said to the camera.
“4:30 on the Riot Stage,” (YN) added, flashing a peace sign before Liam finished recording. “Thanks guys, we really appreciate it. I don’t know how many people would be stopping by our set without the promo.”
“Well they should be, like I said before, you’re amazing,” Gerard replied as (YN) looked over at him with a soft smile. Over (YN)’s shoulder, Liam and Frank were exchanging knowing looks.
Hours later the band was waiting off stage, a few minutes before they were due to go on for their set.
“Holy shit, I didn’t expect the crowd this big,” Jake said after peaking out.
“I guess Frank’s post worked,” Liam shrugged.
“What post?” Rebecca asked.
“This one,” (YN) replied, pulling out her phone and pulling up the post she’d bookmarked. She let the video play, smiling happily at the four of them on the screen.
“Look at you all cozy with My Chem, what a surprise,” Rebecca deadpanned.
(YN) shot her a confused look and was about to open her mouth when Liam interjected.
“Ha, look at these comments,” Liam said, snatching the phone away. “People are totally shipping you and Gerard, (YN).”
“Shut up, no they aren’t,” she replied, but could feel her cheeks burning red.
“Yea they are, look!” He said pointing them out. (YN) scrolled through and couldn’t help but feel honored that people would think that she and Gerard made a cute couple. She could only imagine what it’d really be like.
“Don’t we have a show to play?” Rebecca asked snidely, snapping her from her thoughts.
“Becs is right, come on let’s get ready.” (YN) nodded, putting her phone away.
The energy of the crowd was great, and the fans that were up front were actually singing along, which brought a smile to (YN)’s face. An even bigger smile crossed her face when she glanced at the side of the stage and saw Gerard and Frank were there watching the show too.
Part 2
#gerard way x reader#gerard way fan fic#gerard way fan fiction#gerard way imagine#my chemical romance fan fic#my chemical romance fan fiction
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October 20th – Haunted Building
13 Days of Spooky Writing Event
Pairing: Tauriel x Reader
Word count: 1,914
Warnings: None
Author’s note: I have literally no idea what happened here, this story practically wrote itself. :) Also, it takes place in modern setting!
You could still recall the excitement flowing through your veins like a molten gold, the sweet buzzing in your heart and the warm squeeze in your stomach when you finally heard the words you were dreaming about for so long now. It was hard to comprehend that they were not part of your wild imagination, nor another made up scenario you created in your head right before falling asleep—those were actually real. Her offer was honest and it was no kind of joke, you did not misunderstand anything from the very direct and simple invitation, it was no mistake.
Tauriel truly asked you to join her in the amusement park next Tuesday.
However, right when the very first wave of bliss eventually faded away, you started to worry and as the time passed, the anxiety growing in your mind seemed to expand, almost completely blinding the previous joy. Countless questions piled, one more ridiculous than another but every single one of them occupying your thoughts for longer than you would want it to. It was enough to be stressed about meeting with the prettiest, the most talented and charismatic girl in your university—or so you considered her—worrying about any other, more or less possible scenario happening during that day was unnecessary for your already cluttered head.
What if she did not mean only you two, but some of her other friends also? There were always people surrounding her, two particularly handsome and apparently polar opposite boys accompanying her more often than the others. What if it was supposed to be simply a group meeting? What if you would make a fool of yourself one way or another? And most importantly, what if she did not see you the same way you saw her?
You barely managed to fall asleep for the whole hour at least during the night before, now nowhere near excited but rather scared of what was coming up. It was either the best opportunity to finally start talking to her about something less trivial or to prove her that you were not worth her time. Your worry increased as the inevitable hour was getting closer and closer and it peaked when you were standing at the amusement park’s main gate.
Although the afternoon was chilly, there was a lot of people on the carousels, buying deliciously smelling snacks and running from one attraction to another in a hurry. The sky became dark some time ago but it only made all the decorations and lanterns light more brightly, the variety of sounds and colours surrounding you from every direction. Fallen leaves rustled on the wind, the trees reached their branches up like a shadowy claws of some nightmare creatures and the overwhelming aura of upcoming Halloween was visible in every single corner of the fair.
Still, all you could think of was her. What are you going to talk about? Will Legolas be there, too? Perhaps you should eat something before going out, your stomach was starting to grumble but the stress prevented you from eating anything quite successfully. You were present few minutes ahead of time (speaking of making a good first impression) and you felt like waiting for her will be the worst part of it all. Once you start to talk, things should go smooth from that point.
Right…?
“There you are!” Tauriel’s voice cut through the cacophony of mechanical melodies, children’s giggling and screams of those who dared to try the hammer ride, and it was both the most breath-taking and frightening moment of your life. Slowly, you spun around to face her and saw the gentle smile on her sharp features. “I started to worry you won’t come.”
Quick peek over her shoulder proved you that she had no company this time. Just you and her.
“Why shouldn’t I?” You sighed with relief after your recent discovery. “I told you I’ll be here. Besides, I’d let you know beforehand if something happened.”
“I’m glad it didn’t then.” She looked at the booth you were standing next to and eyed the spooky themed candies before continuing. “Should we head to the main attraction of the day or do you want to buy something?”
Even though you liked the bat-shaped lollipop, you have forgotten about it already and agreed to go with her. The screams of those stuck on the rollercoaster did not create the most romantic mood but all you could think of was how picturesque her long hair looked in this peculiar scenery, ginger colour fitting her green blouse perfectly.
You wondered how would it feel to run your fingers through them.
The house of mirrors was an excellent choice for the first attraction to attend to, and you were proud that it was your idea to try it out. It was not as extreme as some rides and you had an opportunity to hear Tauriel laugh out loud, which happened to be yet another of her many advantages—her voice so carefree and fresh like a spring morning. Or maybe, you were simply growing too poetical around her.
“The labyrinth was fun,” she stated once you were out of the hall. “But I have to admit I lost the tracks at some point.”
“And why didn’t you tell me so? I told you I can find a way out just fine.”
“I didn’t want to ruin the great first impression. Plus, I was supposed to be the guide, right?” She winked at you.
“Next time I’m going to be the guide. No getting lost and certainly no mirrors which make your face look like a smashed potato.”
Tauriel chuckled and agreed with your words.
“Certainly. But you have to admit, the one which made us really tall was interesting. I suppose I could get used to being that tall.”
“It would suit you well,” you nodded and felt the next sentence leave past your lips before you managed to stop it. “And your adorable pointy ears.”
Tauriel suddenly stood still and reached her ears with the hands, replying to you before the wave of embarrassment managed to drown you completely:
“Do you really think they’re pointy?” She touched the tips, her expression unreadable.
Vaguely gesturing, you tried to desperately think of an answer which would not discredit you in her eyes.
“I think they’re pretty. A little bit pointy, yes, but I always thought it gives you this mystical look. Like an elf or something...” With every next word, your tone was becoming quieter, until you finished your sentence with a forced smile, hoping that you managed to convince her that you meant no harm.
For a moment, she did not answer you, instead tilting her head to the side and then lightening up, before saying:
“Well then, thank you for the compliment. Still, I believe they’re not even partly as ravishing as your eyes, my dear.”
Contrary to the previous idea, the one Tauriel came up with appeared as more concerning in your opinion. It was not the matter of being scared per se, but rather the possibility of doing something reckless in front of her. You wanted her to like you, to think of you as no less interesting than all the boys she was surrounded with, and even though you knew that you cared about her opinion way more than you should, it was impossible to stop. Not now, when your repressed feelings were finally finding a way out. It could be the only one opportunity to impress her and you were certainly not going to waste it on anxiety.
Or so you thought.
“It’s a really, really bad idea,” you whispered after crossing yet another corridor in the haunted house. “I don’t like it at all, it’s way too quiet.”
“It can only mean one thing,” Tauriel pointed out matter-of-factly. “Soon we’ll witness something spooky.”
Holding your breath, you did your best to not let the heart jump out of your ribcage. You were as close to Tauriel as possible, naturally, keeping in mind to not cross the line of her personal space. As much as you wanted to hold her hand, you were not sure if she would approve it. The corridor, on the other hand, seemed to be endless, decorated in fake webs, some splattered blood and other remotely disturbing decorations, none of which jumped on you all of a sudden.
The booth with candies was much more entertaining but right now there was no coming back, nor time to complain.
Tauriel stopped abruptly and placed a finger to her lips, only then pointing at the closed door you reached to. There was no way it was going to be simply a part of decorations, you admitted bitterly, surely you were being watched and had to experience a pitiful attempt to frighten you based on primal, human instincts and yet—
You did not expect for the hairy monster to jump at you so suddenly but even less did you expect Tauriel to grab your hand, shield you with her body and pull you after herself further into the corridor. From the perspective of running, all the stuffed creatures were not as scary as they could be if you paid the whole attention to them and even if you did, Tauriel’s fingers closed on your wrist were enough to make you focus on something completely, completely different.
She was holding your hand, Tauriel was holding your cold, clammy hand as you both ran through the haunted house, avoiding the jump scares and traps and laughing so hard that your stomach started to hurt. Maybe it was the nerves which made you act so ridiculously or maybe in that moment you were ironically the happiest person on the whole planet, when nothing but you two mattered—you, your connected hands and the silly run through the corridor full of plastic figures and eerie sounds.
No kind of love tunnel could bring as much adoration from you as the haunted house on that windy, autumn afternoon.
When you finally managed to find a way out, you noticed how Tauriel’s cheeks were slightly redden from the effort and emotions but the smile on her face still lasted and the spark of joy present in her gaze as she looked at you.
“Are you alright?” she asked and let go of your hand, muttering. “Sorry for your sleeve.”
“Yeah,” you breathed out. “Yeah, I’m fine. But I suppose I’ve had enough for one day.”
“And for the rest of my life, too,” she admitted and noticing your puzzled expression, quickly added. “I’m not really fond of those places, you know. But I can’t say this idea wasn’t successful.”
“What do you mean?”
“Playing your knight in shining armour against that bear-like-whatever was quite entertaining.”
This time you were more than sure that she winked at you, there was no mistake, her playful expression proved that well.
“Oh…” you were speechless. “Well then, I like the sound of that.”
“Good, because next time I’m going to use my marvellous skills with a bow and arrow to slay the dragon. But first, what would my princess say for a cup of mulled wine?”
You allowed her fingers to meet yours in a delicate grasp, when you slowly headed back to the food booths, all the anxiety leaving you as soon as you felt the cold air on your skin and Tauriel’s hand upon yours once again.
“She’d like that,” you nodded. “Very much so.”
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Nevermore Chapter One
Notes: This story is for a Halloween challenge put on by @sdavid09
The challenge was to create a story inspired by a horror movie, and a song and I chose the movie “Halloween” which, at its heart, is a story about a woman having a psycho stalker, and the song “Bad Romance” by Lady Gaga. The month got away from me so I’m still writing it. It’ll probably be about four or five chapters or thereabouts so not super long. You can follow along on here, or on AO3 where I’ll be posting! :D
Rating: T
Warnings: Intense Horror Elements (honestly not sure how to explain it other than that. It’s nothing that I graphically detail or anything, but it does get pretty intense at times so I wanted to put a warning for that) If you have read my writing then you probably have a pretty good idea of how far I’ll go, and also that I always provide a guaranteed happy ending. SO, you can rest assured that, no matter how scary or intense it gets, it’s going to be all right in the end for the protagonist. Anyhoo, just be aware, this is for a Halloween Challenge, and is meant to be scary and IS scary. If you are not a person who can handle horror (and that’s perfectly fine, I’m actually not a person who can handle horror so I literally just scared myself writing a story :P) then this may not be the story for you. Fortunately, I have PLENTY of other stories you can read on my AO3 account with no horror elements at all so I will shamelessly plug them and invite you to check them out! :D
Summary: Bilba Baggins is on the run from a stalker who’s supposed to be dead. He hunts her from city to city in an exhausting cat and mouse chase whose ending can only ever be tragic.
Or at least that’s what she’d thought before she moved to Erebor.
PROLOGUE
“There, now was that so bad?”
Bilba gave Priscilla a look that suggested her best friend had taken leave of her senses, and gestured outside the car’s window. “You’re joking, right?”
As if summoned, a large group of children rushed across the street, breaking around the car like waves around a rock as they rushed from house to house in search of candy.
Priscilla laughed and shut the car off. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”
“I doubt it,” Bilba muttered. She’d only had her license a few months, and was still getting comfortable driving at night. She’d driven them both to the movies, when the sun was still nice and up, but had refused to drive anywhere in the midst of thousands of children running about.
Priscilla frowned. “Shoot, I just realized.” She gave Bilba an apologetic grin. “I drove to my house instead of yours.”
She didn’t look sorry, Bilba thought crossly.
“I guess,” Priscilla said innocently, drawing out the word, “you’ll have to drive the rest of the way yourself.”
Bilba gave her a flat look and then, without breaking eye contact, grabbed her purse and coat and got out of the car.
Immediately, she was assailed by the shrieks of children dressed in bright costumes as dozens of tiny bodies dashed from house to house in search of sugary treats to fill plastic buckets and pillowcases. A crisp autumn air wrapped around her and she set her purse on the car’s roof to pull her coat on.
Priscilla scrambled out of the car, dodging a handful of ghosts and ghouls and their harried parents. “Wait, what are you doing?”
Bilba pulled the strap of her purse over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow at her friend. “What does it look like? Walking home.”
“You can’t walk home,” Priscilla said, rounding the car to where Bilba stood on the sidewalk. “It’s dark!”
Bilba turned in an exaggerated circle to take in the streetlights and the veritable hoard of trick-or-treaters and their parents. “It’s like two blocks. I think I’ll be fine.”
Priscilla scowled. “I’ll walk with you then.” She crossed her arms triumphantly, clearly convinced Bilba would now capitulate and agree to drive.
Instead, Bilba merely smiled. “How will you get home?”
Priscilla rolled her eyes. “I’ll wal---” she trailed off, realizing her mistake, but it was too late. Bilba grinned.
“Oh, so you don’t think it’s too dangerous to walk.” She waved at her friend and took a few steps away, quickly before Priscilla could come up with another argument. “I’ll come pick up my car tomorrow.”
Priscilla’s mouth opened and closed as she tried to find a way out of the box she’d neatly trapped herself into. Finally, she scowled and said, “call me when you get home, all right?”
“I will!” Bilba gave a final wave as she headed toward her home. She reached the corner and looked over her shoulder to see Priscilla standing near her front gate, watching to make sure she didn’t get kidnapped in public. Bilba waved and the other girl returned the gesture before raising her phone and pointing to the screen. Bilba gave an exaggerated nod to show she understood and then rounded the corner. Priscilla worried too much. The streets were overflowing with people trick-or-treating or driving to and from parties. It was probably the safest night of the entire year.
As the thought passed through her mind, it occurred to her that the street she’d just confidently strode onto was decidedly darker than the one she’d just left. Unease settled over her and she hesitated. Maybe she should double back and take another route? There was a house a block or two away that threw a Halloween party every year and she knew it’d be teeming with people.
She looked back, for just a second, and then shook her head. Going that route would double the amount of time it would take her to get home, and for what? Because a street she’d been on a thousand times was a little dark? She was letting Priscilla’s paranoia get to her. It wasn’t that dark, and it wasn’t entirely empty either. Several small group were running between houses, bags and pails in hand.
It was fine.
She’d be fine.
It was like a block.
Nothing bad could happen in a block.
Bilba squared her shoulders and started walking again, this time with what she hoped was a particularly confident air. Priscilla always insisted that no one messed with you if you acted like you knew what you were doing. The other girl was nineteen, three whole years older than Bilba, and that much closer to official adulthood. If she said something was so, then it was so.
Unless it involved convincing Bilba to drive in the dark on Halloween night. Then she was simply being...overconfident.
It was a fine line.
An especially cold gust of wind hit her, freezing her nylon clad legs and whipping her skirt about her thighs. Priscialla had invited a couple of her college guy friends to come along, not as an official double date but just a “meet and greet” as she’d described it. Bilba had gone along with it, but almost decided almost immediately she was nowhere near ready for that sort of thing again.
She shivered, for reasons more than just the cold, and paused to zip her jacket all the way up to her chin. She adjusted the strap of her purse as it threatened to slide off her arm, and wrapped her arms around herself in a futile effort to add an extra modicum of warmth.
Perhaps she should have accepted Priscilla’s offer of a ride after all. She could have just let the other girl keep the car until the morning, or asked one of her parents for help.
“Way to think of practical solutions now,” she grumbled to herself.
Something niggled in the back of her mind, a subtle but insistent feeling like some sixth sense tapping on the door of her consciousness. Bilba’s footsteps slowed until she’d come to a complete stop on the sidewalk. While she’d been lost in her thoughts the street had mostly emptied. Even as she watched, the last group vanished around the corner, laughter and shrieks of excitement fading as quickly as they did.
Bilba swallowed down a dry throat as, around her, the now silent street seemed to grow darker, and shifted from a familiar, and comforting place to one utterly alien and unknown.
Don’t be ridiculous, she tried to convince herself. It was still the same street, the one she’d walked down more times than she could count, on her way to school with Priscilla or the park or some other grand adventure. The only difference now was that it was dark whereas, before, she’d always walked it in the bright light of day.
She’d never realized before just what a difference the dark could make.
She started moving again, faster this time, short heels clicking on the sidewalk as if to alert the shadows to her passing. It was just a street, but the sooner she was off it the better. She wanted to be in her bedroom, light and warmth surrounding her and walls holding back the night. She’d change as soon as she got in, she decided. Put on her most comfortable pajamas and the thick robe she’d just gotten for her sweet sixteen. Maybe she’d make herself a mug of hot chocolate, and then go and curl up in her bed with a good book.
The feeling returned.
It was stronger this time, more aggressive as if something primal inside of her was trying to warn her. Screaming at her in a language she couldn’t speak, but still understood.
Something was wrong, and it was more than her simply being out on a cold and lonely night.
She focused, trying to understand what it was that was causing her heart to suddenly beat so fast in her chest.
And then she heard it. As her feet hit the pavement there was the slightest echo, the barest hint of a footstep just out of sync with her own.
As if someone were walking behind her, and taking care to almost match her steps.
Her stomach clenched, and a sick feeling washed over her.
“Don’t be stupid,” she whispered under her breath. It was Halloween. Of course there was someone behind her. She tensed and then, before she could talk herself out of it, whirled around.
The street was empty, nothing but moonlight and fallen leaves skittering across the street in the cold October breeze.
“Hello?” Bilba called. Mentally, she kicked herself. The very last thing she wanted was for someone to answer, so why in the world was she inviting a response?
The street stayed silent.
Slowly, Bilba’s heart rate began to slow and her breathing evened. This was all Priscilla’s fault. She’d acted all paranoid, and now Bilba was letting her imagination run away with her. Thinking she heard footsteps and whatnot when, in reality, it had just been her mind playing tricks on her.
She let out a small laugh at her own foolishness, spun back around, and promptly screamed.
There was a person standing behind her, less than a foot away. He wore a basic white sheet with black circles painted on for the eyes, and holes cut out for the sleeves. His arms and hands were covered in a black shirt and gloves, and she could see black pants and sneakers peeking out from the bottom of the sheet.
He raised his arms, and Bilba sucked in a sharp breath, only to let it out in a rush as she saw that he was holding an orange, pumpkin shaped trick-or-treat bucket in his hands. He was short, she realized, his head probably only coming up to her shoulder and that was saying something as she was short.
A kid, her mind supplied in near hysterical relief. He was just a kid.
“Sorry,” she said, putting her hand to her chest. Her heart thudded under her fingers, so hard she wondered that it didn’t burst out of her chest. “You scared me.” She frowned. “Are you lost?”
The ghost said nothing. Instead, he simply lifted the bucket higher. It was empty.
“I’m sorry,” Bilba said again, wondering why he would ask a random stranger on the street for candy. Then again, wasn’t that what Halloween was all about? Getting candy from complete strangers? What was the difference, really, between asking for it from a person in a house or someone on the street? “I don’t have any candy.”
The ghost tilted his head to the side, as if studying her. There must have been small holes cut in the black holes painted on the sheet, but they weren’t large enough for Bilba to see his eyes. It was disconcerting, his strange silence combined with the inability to really see him. “Are you lost?” she tried again. “Do you need help?” She fumbled in her purse for her phone. “Do you need me to call someone for you?”
Still, there was no response. With the costume on, Bilba had no idea how old the child was. He was small, but it was hard to judge if he was too small to be out on his own. He didn’t seem scared or upset, so that was a good sign? Probably?
Her hand brushed against a bit of paper that crinkled under her fingers. She’d completely forgotten that Priscilla had presented her with a candy bar after the movie, calling it her Halloween present.
“Here.” She pulled the candy bar out and held it out to the young boy. No child should have to go without a single piece of candy on Halloween. “I forgot I had this.”
The ghost held his bucket up a little higher, and Bilba dropped the candy in. It hit the bottom with a clunk, and the boy pulled it back to look in and study it. After a few seconds, he lowered the bucket, gave her a slight nod and started to walk away.
“Happy Halloween!” Bilba called after him. She looked down at her purse, making sure she’d zipped it up securely. Maybe she’d follow him, she thought, just to make sure -- she raised her head, and froze.
The child was gone.
“What in the world?” She stepped into the street, trying to see if he’d gone up the walkway of a nearby house, or stepped behind a parked car. She saw no sign of him. Perhaps he actually lived in one of the homes, and had simply gone home? It would explain what he’d been doing out by himself in the first place. Hopefully his parents would have leftover candy to fill his bucket with so he wouldn’t get through Halloween with only a single candy bar.
Even so, a shiver ran down her spine at the odd encounter, and she quickened her pace toward home, good mood gone.
When she finally made it to her own street, and spotted her home in the distance it felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. The area was better lit here, and filled once more with children and parents running from house to house. Most of her neighbors loved Halloween and had loads of candy at hand to give out.
Her parents were no different. They would decorate like it was Christmas, with jack-o-lanterns, spooky lighting and ghosts strung up in the limbs of the tree out front. As she drew near, Bilba expected to see her parents out on the porch, sitting back in their matching, rocking chairs with a giant bowl of candy on the table between them as they waited for each new group of excited children.
It was oddly dark as she approached, and it took her a few seconds to realize all the lights were off. Even the Halloween lights strung along the eaves and up in the trees were off, casting the entire yard and front of the house in thick darkness.
Her footsteps slowed as she neared the porch, confusion putting her nerves on edge. She’d talked to her parents before leaving for the movies and they’d told her to be ready to hand out candy when she got home. She’d expected to arrive to find a crowd of children on the porch, her parents front and center in the midst of them.
Instead the porch was empty, and eerily quiet. The worn wood of the steps creaked beneath her feet, sounding far louder than they should in the quiet.
Bilba hesitated. Behind her, she could hear the shouts and shrieks of excited children, but it felt like they were in another world, one far removed from where she had gone.
She’d never realized just how dark the porch could be without the light on.
She retrieved her phone, and pulled up the flashlight app. Immediately the porch jumped into stark relief, revealing her parents empty chairs, and a full bowl of candy sitting on the low table between them.
The popcorn she’d had at the movie began to churn in Bilba’s gut. Her gaze shifted toward the front door, and caught on a large box sitting on the doormat. Someone had written on it in black Sharpie and she took a step forward to read it.
Happy Halloween, Whore.
Around the words were dark splotches, with several resembling finger marks or palm prints. The box itself had been taped shut but, on the sides, she could see more of the dark...whatever it was, that seemed to actually be leaking from whatever was inside the box, saturating the cardboard around it.
Her eyes went to the writing again, traveling over the small, tight lettering, and jagged edges. The word whore had clearly originally been misspelled as “hor” before the W had been squeezed in after the fact.
She knew that writing.
Bilba felt lightheaded. Her heart thundered in her chest, and her throat burned as she struggled to pull in air.
She couldn’t seem to move. It was as if an invisible wall had sprung up in front of her, blocking her off from the front door, and what lay before it. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to move forward, she physically couldn’t.
A child shrieked in excitement somewhere behind her, and Bilba jumped. Some deep and primal feeling that she couldn’t fully define began to spread through her. She could feel herself starting to sweat, but was ice cold at the same time. Her legs started to tremble and threatened to buckle under her.
She turned and stumbled back down the steps. Her eyes focused on the house across the street, bright lights shining from the window and porch. The Lundleys lived there. Mr. Lundley was a police officer, and his wife had just been promoted to detective. There’d been a huge celebration with balloons and cake and everything. Bilba had gone with her parents and could easily call to mind her father’s jovial voice and her mother’s bright smile as they’d celebrated Mrs. Lundley’s promotion.
Tears pricked at the back of her eyes, and the bridge of her nose began to burn. She didn’t know why. What reason was there to cry? Everything was fine. It was just another horrid prank. Another way to get back at her for having the audacity to speak her own mind.
The sense of dread pressing down on her didn’t lift, and the hollow pit in her stomach showed no signs of filling.
A group of children were just leaving the Lundley’s front door, passing by her in a rush of bright colors, buckets and bags crashing into their legs and each other as they fled.
To Bilba, it was as if she were watching them from the other side of a thick pane of glass. Their movements were almost unnaturally slow to her, voices strangely distorted and indiscernible.
“Bilba? Are you okay, Honey?”
The world snapped back into focus in a rush of sound and light. Bilba was standing on the porch, Mrs. Lundley in front of her, framed in the warm light of her home. Warmth from the house escaped outside, along with the smell of gingerbread wafting from the direction of the kitchen.
“My parents,” Bilba managed to blurt out. She pointed back toward her home. “They should be out, but all the lights are out, and there’s a box on the porch….” her voice cracked on the last and the tears began to squeeze out of her eyes against her will. Why was she crying? It was fine. Everything was fine.
Please, let everything be fine.
“Come on inside, Dear.” Mrs. Lundley put an arm around her shoulders, and then she was inside and sitting on the couch. A body sat next to her that she vaguely recognized as Angeline Lundley. She was fourteen, two years younger than Bilba, and was one of her closest friends. The other girl took her hand, and might have said something, but Bilba couldn’t hear it.
Her eyes were fixed on the front door, through which Mr. and Mrs. Lundley had vanished. As if transfixed, she got to her feet and began to slowly walk to the door. She didn’t want to go out there, but it was as if she had no choice. As if some unseen force were dragging her.
She reached the open door in time to see Mr. and Mrs. Lundley crossing the street back toward her and the look on their faces as they met her eyes…
No....
No, she didn’t want to hear it.
NO.
And as the darkness rushed in, and her world shattered about her, Bilba’s last conscious thought was the inescapable fact that everything that had happened was entirely her fault.
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@bnha-halloween2019 | Day 3 & 5: Thunder Storm/Pumpkin Patch | Bakugou x Reader | Teen | Cursing
Hello there, I finally have got all my drafts down for the Halloween Writing Challenges :’) So since I’m late and very busy, I won’t be able to get to every single day so I’m just going to combine a few days and make longer fics to make up for it. Quality over quantity am I right? (and I’m just a lazy busy ass) Anyways here’s some fluffy fluff fluff for my first submission, enjoy!
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Honestly this place was Bakugou’s worst nightmare.
Children running around screaming and fighting over which pumpkin is their’s, pumpkins large and small littered all over the floor with little to no room at all to even walk, sweltering heat that would barely be classified as offering “shade” to those at the patch.
And worst of all, parents forcing their children to wear shitty costumes and take pictures on the uncomfortable pumpkins. He would never forget the years of torture his mother put him through just to get a cute picture for her design company, honestly he thought she only did it to piss him off.
Which it did. A lot.
And yet here the ash blond was, standing before the large tent along with his so called friends and girlfriend by his side. Just in case you were wondering, it wasn’t his idea. And surprisingly it wasn’t his friend’s idea either.
It was yours. For some reason you were dead set on going to one of these shitty patches to pick a pumpkin out for your dorm. Why you were so determined on getting one of these rather odd shaped fruits for your room, he didn’t know.
After his friends begging him literally all day to go, it only made him want to decline the offer even more. But when you got him alone and gave him that stupid adorable face you always flaunt when you want something, he knew he was fucked.
So begrudgingly he tried to hide his disgust, not very well at that, and stood by your side as your eyes lit up at the sight like a child at a candy store.
“Katsuki look at all the pumpkins!” You squealed with a wide grin quickly bending down to pick up a pumpkin that was almost the size of you, which showed as you shakily got it to rest against your legs before showing it off to the Bakusquad, “Aren’t they awesome!”
The rest of Bakugou’s friends seemed way more interested than he did, marveling at the pumpkin in your hand while Kirishima picked it up from your shaking hold.
“You might want to look for one more your size (L/n).” Kirishima chuckled as you let out a slight pant of relief once the heavy pumpkin was out of your hands.
“Go.. go big or go home am I right?” You said in between heavy breaths with a grin, most of your friends laughing except for Bakugou who clicked his tongue.
Walking beside you with folded arms, the grumpy boy scanned the perimeter of the tent with unimpressed eyes, “Just pick out a damn pumpkin already before you get fucking scoliosis.”
Looking over to your boyfriend you snuck a quick kiss to his cheek, giggling slightly at his startled expression, “Don’t rush me Katsu, I’ll just take even longer~”
Bakugou glowered down to you, ready to let a string of curses come out until a bright flash was seen from above. It only took seconds for the horrendous boom to come after, shaking the ground aggressively as the rain followed suit.
Your hand immediately found its way into your boyfriend’s at the startling sound, even Bakugou glancing up at the sudden change in mood.
For a second he almost felt a surge of excitement, this meant he could go home right? But then other sounds filled his ears that made him want to blow up the planet.
Children crying, adults shouting, loud wind and rain just adding to the new chaos of the situation.
Bakugou’s friends all let out annoyed groans, the six of you moving under the tent so not to get drenched by the heavy downpour.
“Talk about bad timing for a storm to show up.” Kaminari groaned with folded arms, the group nodding in agreement as they brought up what they should do next.
The ash blond couldn’t be more annoyed, the weather couldn’t hold out for five more seconds? Now he had to come back another fucking time so you could pick out a damn pumpkin, this was supposed to be a one time deal!
Though he remained silent, it was clear Bakugou’s mind was screaming profanities as he glared at the heavy rain, hands shoved deep in his pockets.
He hadn’t realized he was spacing out until he felt two nudges at his side, vermillion eyes glaring over to see Kirishima looking at him with a concerned expression.
“(L/n) okay? She doesn’t look too good bro.”
Bakugou raised a brow, glancing down over to you. Immedietly he noticed how closed off your body language had become. (H/c) locks covering most of your face, arms wrapped around your torso, lower lip just barely lowered in a small pout, and were your eyes getting glossier?
There’s no way you would cry over this, right? He knew you really wanted to come here but it wasn’t the end of the world?
“Sorry about the weather (L/n)-chan it’s a real bummer, maybe we can do this next year!” Mina said with a reassuring grin, your eyes snapping up to her own as you noticed all eyes on you now.
Quickly fixing your posture, you forced the corners of your lips to raise up and nodded, “It’s okay guys don’t worry about it! I only wanted to go because this place reminds me of home..”
Shit. That’s why you were so excited to come here. Bakugou forgot how seriously your country took these holidays, doing these small things must’ve made you feel a little more at home.
“My entire family would always come to this pumpkin patch, and we would take picture then me and all my cousins would pick out a pumpkin and have a carving contest when we got home,” You explained with a small smile, not being able to help it as your eyes sunk to the floor, “I guess recently I’ve been feeling a little homesick, I was hoping this would help bring some happy memories back.”
Now Bakugou really felt like a piece of shit. He had been such an asshole the entire way here thinking you were acting like a two year old, when really you just missed your family.
Your relationship was still a few months new, so he wasn’t used to sharing feelings and actually thinking about how you felt. It was something that he always beat himself up over in the back of his mind, but his stubbornness and pride often got in the way of it.
But he would be damned if he just watched you feel this way for the entire rest of the year. He was your boyfriend, it was his job to keep you happy. And he would really be damned if he wasn’t the best fucking boyfriend you’ve ever had, hopefully the only one you’ll ever have.
His eyes flicked over to the plastic table at other side of the tent, seeing the associate start to pack his box of money and signs. This wasn’t going to do.
“Don’t you dare fucking close this place up,” Bakugou yelled from across the tent, startling the young man as he looked over to see the six of you still there, “It’s nowhere near closing time buddy.”
Your head perked up at the sound of this, not only you but the rest of his friends looking at the ash blond confused as he snatched your hand into his own. You blinked owlishly at him as his vermillion orbs landed on your own, softening slightly as he took your features in.
“We aren’t leaving here until we find the best fucking pumpkin.”
At this your friends all cheered, a warm smile spreading across your cheeks as you squeezed his hand excitedly, “Thank you Bakugou.”
Bakugou would be lying if he said his heart didn’t do a flip as he saw that beautiful smile flash across your lips, but he also would never admit that in his entire life.
So instead he walked in front of you and tugged you along through the patch of pumpkins with a scowl on his face.
“Whatever, just pick a damn pumpkin out already!”
This is why you loved the ash blond so much, he was such a wild card. Some days he made you want to slap him senseless, but in the end he always made sure your heart was on cloud nine. He even managed to turn this horrible situation into a good one.
Even when you first started dating, you had a small feeling he had a heart deep down in that prideful body of his. People warned you, even a few teachers did, but you saw the light in him. If their wasn’t a light, why would he want to be a hero after all?
Bakugou was simply a normal misunderstood teenage boy in your eyes, one capable of love and being human. Yes he did work harder than the average person, and he was insanely prideful, and sometimes he could be an asshole. But he had a heart, and you intended on digging it out so other people could see what you see in him.
The loud snapping of your boyfriend brought you back to reality as you glanced down at the pumpkins. You might as well try to find one as soon as possible so the poor sales guy could go home.
Back at home you always went for the smaller pumpkins, they were just so cute how could you not? All of your cousins and yourself were able to pick out one large pumpkin for carving, and another pumpkin of any size for your room.
Since you obviously couldn’t fit any obnoxious ones in your small dorm, you figured you should pick out a decent sized one that could fit on your desk.
Meanwhile, Bakugou watched as you somehow gracefully maneuvered through the rows and rows of pumpkins. He figured you must’ve been used to walking through them from back home.
It wasn’t until he watched you dance through the pumpkins that he realized just how cute you looked today. He begrudgingly noticed that you were wearing one of his shirts. Half of him didn’t mind too much, part because seeing you in one of his shirts made him swell with pride, the other part admiring how well you put the outfit together.
You had tucked in the front of the plaid shirt, which was oversized on you, while leaving the back end of the shirt out giving it a loose simple look. The colors went well with your high waisted jeans and of course those stupid boots you always had to wear during the fall season.
Even as you bent down to examine the pumpkins, you were just so naturally beautiful. Your (e/c) eyes narrowed carefully, soft lips pursed together in concentration, silky locks cascading down your shoulders. It almost pissed him off how imperfectly perfect you were.
Quickly shaking his head, the ash blond muttered a curse to himself. He needed to get out of his damn head, you were making him too fucking sappy.
Glancing around at the pumpkins around him, Bakugou chuckled slightly at the sight a of a rather awkward pumpkin. The stem was practically chopped off, probably kicked or torn off by some bratty child. One side was distinctly higher than the other, making the lumpy object look deformed.
Grinning deviously, the ash blond tugged the pumpkin in his arms before calling your name, his grin growing wider once you made eye contact with him.
“Hey (S/o), this looks like your ass!”
Why you had any thought in your mind that perhaps your boyfriend was trying to help you, you had no idea. As soon as your eyes fell on the rather depressing pumpkin, your lips puckered out into an annoyed pout, your eyes following suit with a sharp glare.
This earned a loud snort from Bakugou, the ash blond finding your change in mood apparently hilarious.
“Oh I’ll show you funny...” You grumbled, glaring at the ground until you noticed the patch of squash a few rows down. Grinning you quickly grabbed a smaller one and whipped your head back to your laughing boyfriend with a smirk.
“Hey Katsuki~” You purred, successfully gaining his attention causing you to sneer before you held up the pathetic squash, “This one looks like your dick, asshole.”
Bakugou’s once wide grin fell into an expression of shock before a scowl came across his lips as you bursted into laughter. For someone so aggressive, he sure was sensitive.
That’s one of the reasons Bakugou came to like you. Even though you were kind and gentle, you were also confident and didn’t take shit from anyone. Any normal girl, except for maybe Mina, wouldn’t be caught dead saying something like that to him. Yet here you were, making fun of his package, inaccurately at that.
“Oh you think you’re funny you little shit?” Bakugou hissed, storming his way over to you as you continued your obnoxious laughter.
Grinning over to him you slowly stopped your laughing, pretending to wipe a fake tear from your eye as he neared you.
“Oh I think I’m hilarious babe, don’t you think-”
Your words were cut off from being lifted into Bakugou’s arms, a yelp escaping your lips as you held onto his neck tightly and blinked down to him.
“Bakugou? What are you doing? Why are you getting closer to the tent?”
The onslaught of questions seemed to go in one ear and out the other as you both neared the edge of the tent that was barely protecting you from the pounding rain.
“Katsuki! I swear you better not do this!” You shrieked, holding a vice grip on your boyfriend as you felt light pelts of water brush against your face, “Katsuki don’t-”
You couldn’t finish your sentence before cool water began to soak against your back and side, a shrill scream escaping your lips as you tried to hide your face in Bakugou’s hair.
If you thought Bakugou’s laugh was loud before, this would’ve been a howl of laughter then. Somehow he thought you getting drenched was funny.
But if he was going to play that game? You were going to then.
Gritting your teeth you lifted your leg that was behind his torso and kicked it against he back of his knee, causing his legs to buckle forward as he stumbled outside the tent with your drenched body.
Bakugou attempted to drop you but you held onto him like your life depended on it, keeping him out in the rain so you could both be soaked to death.
“(S/o) you little shit!” Bakugou growled as he ducked his head low, your giggles filling the air as you ran your fingers through his now damp locks.
“What? Don’t like getting wet pretty boy?” You questioned with a grin, placing a few kisses on his cheek while he glared up to you.
Initially the ash blond was mad, not wanting to get a genuine denim jacket wet, but with you looking down at him with so much joy... how could he be mad?
Even for a minute you though Bakugou was mad with you, but soon his glare softened, his vermillion eyes narrowing playfully at you as he grabbed your chin and pressed his lips against your own. Whenever he was like this with you, nothing in the world mattered at all. Not his friends, not the pouring rain, nothing. Just you and him.
Smiling through the kiss you held on to the back of his head and moved in close to him, welcoming the drops of rain falling from your now soaked hair.
And even as much as you didn’t want this moment to end, you knew for your friend’s sake and the poor sales associate’s sake, you should probably pick your pumpkin out so you could continue this at home.
Pulling away from him was a slight challenge, his head following your fading lips until your head was away from his own, causing his eyes to open while he scowled at you.
“The hell did you stop for?” Bakugou growled lowly, but stopped when he noticed your eyes weren’t on his own. Your (e/c) gaze was narrowed at something behind him, examining something. Raising an eyebrow, he opened his mouth to ask but you scrambled out of his arms before he could get the chance.
Quickly Bakugou made his way back under the tent, shaking his head out to get at least the dripping water from his locks before looking over to you.
Your soaked form was bent over some pumpkin, holding it close to yourself before you spun around and looked to him with a grin, “I found the perfect pumpkin!”
Bakugou nodded slowly as if taking everything that just happened in before walking beside you to see what this magical pumpkin looked like.
And to his surprise, it was white. Not orange like the normal pumpkins, just a light cream color with a curly stem.
“The hell do you want that one for?”
Smiling softly you stood up with the pumpkin in your arms, brushing the wet strands of hair out of your face before looking up to Bakugou.
“Because it reminds me of you.”
For a second, just a second, Bakugou didn’t understand. Were you still making fun of him? But then it clicked. The pumpkin had the same color tone as his ash blond hair. Only you would correlate such a stupid thing, only you would take something so meaningless and make it special.
And yet Bakugou felt his face getting hotter by the second. He wasn’t even sure if it was the way you were looking at him or the words you spoke, but there was no way in hell he was going to let you see him blush.
Without hesitation the ash blond snatched you into a hug, holding you close against him so you couldn’t try to get away.
“Why the fuck are you so sappy shitty girl?” Bakugou grumbled, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before glancing the other way so his friends on the other side of the tent wouldn’t see his rosy cheeks, “You watchin too much of those fucking Hallmark movies?”
The sound of your giggling filled his ears, making his heart warm as your voice vibrated against his chest softly,
“Maaayyybbbeee.” You cooed with a goofy grin as you squeezed your face from his grasp to rest your chin on his chest so you could look up at him with that adorable expression of yours, “I can’t help it! They make my heart squeeze!”
Bakugou couldn’t help but smile at this, a small ‘tch’ escaping his lips as he grabbed the pumpkin from your grasp and tugged you along to the check out table.
“Yeah yeah heart squeeze, let’s get your sappy ass home.”
#bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugou katsuki x reader#katsuki x reader#bnha-halloween2019#bnha halloween#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#thunder storm#pumpkin patch#fluff fluff fluff#did I mention fluff?#cause fluff
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PRETTYMUCH in a Haunted House
MY MASTERLIST
Guess who decided to go to a haunted house on Halloween? Brandon who else lol
This boi is way too spontaneous
Brandon, Edwin, Austin, Nick, Zion and you decided to go take a visit to a haunted house, to see if the rumours are true or not
I think that Eggwin would disagree at first and would call all of you crazy that y’all running into your death, but after you guys made sure that you are gonna take care of him everything‘s fine
Austin takes care of all the candy and Nick buys some fast food for the night
“ZiOn, stop eating” slaps hand away “the food”
pouting Z
“You know I could report you for not letting me eat, right? ThAT’s aGAinST tHe rIGhTs oF a hUmAn bEiNg”
“Oh please, you already have too much body” you mentioned while rolling your eyes and gesturing towards his whole body
“Did you just tall-shamed me?!” He asked while fake gasping and holding a hand to his heart in a dramatic way
Way too extra, but you love it
SO, after all the food, Brandon rent a car and y’all were ready to go
As Austin was driving, you noticed that someone was missing
“Guys, where’s Edwin?” You asked while looking around
All of them facepalmed
Guess who rode back to pick up an irritated Eggwin?
Well, not you guys
Kidding haha you’re so funny
The whole ride y’all sang some songs and made videos
After a few hours of driving it was becoming dark and y’all arrived at the well known haunted house
“Should we knock?” Nick asked gesturing to the door
Zion knocking the door down
“I diDn’T mEaN kNoCKinG dOWn”
They all just shrugged
“I’m hungry” Austin said while grabbing some candy
You began walking inside the house and it was scarier than you thought it would be
no lights, many spiders, broken glasses, dirty floor, broken furniture
Edwin was holding onto you like a five year old child
“What was that noise?” You asked while looking around and searching the extremely obnoxious sound
“I tOLd y’AlL nOt tO cOmE” Edwin protested while holding even tighter on you
Zion slapped Edwin smh
“Chill guys, that was just my bag of chips” Austin said and held up his huge bag of noises
everybody glaring at Austin
You guys separated into two different groups yk these dumb people in scary movies
So you were with Zion and Nick downstairs and Brandon, Edwin and Austin went upstairs
You didn’t really find anything interesting tbh
But outta nowhere you heard screams and deep voices
“Is Austin eating chips again?” Nick asked in a terrified quite voice
You and Zion shook your head no
The screams became even louder and it seemed like it was coming more near
“I hope the monster is gonna eat Edwin first, his nickname is literally food so that would be fair and seems logical” Zion said while shrugging
“Could you not? And if the monster is gonna eat anyone, it would be you, he has the most meat then” you grumbled and slapped the back of Zion’s head
“stOP tALL-sHaMiNg mE” he argued like a big baby with you (yk the ‘you’re exposing me’ video of Zion? Just imagine that, bye)
You heard dark screeching from the stairs
You guys cuddled up together you in the middle of these dorks
“My heros” you snorted and rolled your eyes
The noises got even heavier and louder
“BOO!”
Zion, Nick and you screamed like crazy and you thought that this was the end of your life
Behind you were Austin, Brandon and Edwin holding their phones towards your faces
“You planned all of this?!” Nick hissed furiously
“Yes, duh” Brandon sassed whilst laughing like these evil dudes who snatch away lollipops from children
Okay, after a few minutes of realization that the boys have planned everything, you three laughed along with them
But all of a sudden you heard wood cracking and heard that someone was opening the back door
“K, i think we should go now” you confessed throughout the time you grabbed all the boys and ran towards your car
On the road back home y’all made rap contests and watched the videos that all of you posted
THE END
(A/N) I hope y’all liked it, for me it was hella fun writing this
#prettymuch fanfiction#prettymuch#prettymuch imagine#prettymuch imagines#beanz#zion kuwonu x reader#zion kuwonu imagine#zion kuwonu#brandon arreaga x reader#brandon arreaga#brandon arreaga imagine#edwin honoret x reader#edwin honoret imagine#edwin honoret#austin porter x reader#austin porter imagine#austin porter#nick mara x reader#nick mara imagine#nick mara
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Bucky Barnes’ Son Headcanon
Requests are open so go ahead and send them in!
A/N: so im doing this cause me and gen have been screaming to each other about bucky being a father so here's this based on an already born son!!! also these are mainly based off of what the other avengers would be like with bucky’s kid vs how bucky would be also i just shit this out in a couple hours
first of all bucky names his kid grant,,,,,,,,
he doesn’t tell anyone other than steve what his full name is
until grant bolts out of his room and buckys apartment without any pants on
and hes scream laughing and running around the kitchen in his underwear
“GRANT THOMAS BARNES GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW”
bucky storms out of his apartment not knowing sam was sitting at the kitchen counter eating cereal
and at the name sam jolts in his seat, choking on a mouthful of frosted flakes
“did - did you name your kid after me?”
bucky stops dead in his tracks and his face immediately turns ridiculously red
“uh no, what do you mean after you? I didn’t name my kid after you. psh ridiculous. outlandish. of course i didnt. i wouldnt. i mean ----”
and grant pops his head out from the other side of the counter thats between him and his dad and grins
“mom says that you and uncle steve are dads bestest friends so thats why i have your names. she says that dad trusts you guys more than anyone in the whole entire world and im not allowed to talk about it”
he seems so pleased with himself and buckys jaw drops at the little shit that is his kid
sams completely frozen
his cereal getting soggy as it sits in the milk untouched
and his eyes start to water and the next thing he knows tears are streaming down his face
and he stands up so quick the chair falls backwards and bucky jumps finally turning to look at sam
and sam just leaps at bucky and crashes into him his arms wrapping around the super soldier tightly
“thank you” he whispers and bucky can’t help but to hug him back
meanwhile besides sam, steve and clint everyone else seems a bit indifferent to grant until the toddler starts talking even more
the entire team wouldn’t expect to get as attached to buckys son as they did
cause yeah grant was cute but they didn’t have time for kids
or so they thought
cause one day grant would be playing hide and seek with bucky in the compound and he’d slip into tony’s lab and get so caught up in watching tony work
when he finally turned around to see the kid sitting on the floor just following him with his eyes he MELTS
and lets grant climb up into his lap
“so now i’m running some programs to make sure that every piece of peters suit is working well”
and grants just nodding along like hes 6 and understands nanotechnology
and bucky finally gets nervous unable to find his son anywhere so he asks friday
“grant it’s time for dinner plus you know youre not allowed in tonys lab without permission.” he chastises
but tony scoffs and sets the child back on the ground but before he runs off he yells out
“hey grant you have MY permission to come back whenever you want. how about you come visit uncle tony tomorrow?”
and bucky levels tony with w look that could kill and ushers grant out the door before turning
“since when are you uncle tony?”
“since i realized it’d bother you”
“god fucking damn it tony”
every single avenger has certain things they love to do with the kid
steve likes to take grant to the park and get him ice cream or candy
basically whenever he returns buckys kid hes sticky, needs a bath and has a million stories from his day
sam likes to play with grants toys, he’ll lay on the floor and play legos for HOURS
and bucky swears he sees sam stare longingly at the toy room that the legos are in even when grant is nowhere near
bruce always lets grant climb all over him while he tells the small child stories about how cool science is
and while at the idea of being around a small kid used to make him nervous in terms of the hulk hes not scared anymore
since bruce and hulk both agreed to never put grant in any danger
and tony starts making jokes about how this goes to prove that it takes ‘a village to raise a child’
says it so much that bruce decides to cross stitch something that says “it takes the avengers to raise a child” and tony loves it so much
he gets it framed and puts it on the wall in the living room and bucky rolls his eyes every single time he passes it
peter even likes to come over and watch spongebob and frozen and whatever kid show grants currently into
bucky has never even remotely considered calling a babysitter that isn’t an avenger
literally maria hill who always insists she hates kids loves grant
bucky is less thrilled about this friendship since maria tended to give grant weapons
she is why outside one day after yelling out “what do you have?”
grant giggled “A KNIFE” and continued running
“NOOOO”
loki was so soft around grant
he would constantly be doing magic to make the kid giggle and laugh
he’d enchant different toys to talk for a couple hours then just watch as grant would play
HALLOWEEN
listen if you think every single avenger wouldn’t dress up for halloween every year to go trick or treating with grant you have another thing coming
this kid by age four pretty much has every single adult wrapped around his tiny chubby little fingers
especially bucky
which is understandable it is his kid
but honestly bucky has no fucking idea how to say no
so grant is the most spoiled kid in the whole world
to make a long story short it would be
one big happy family
Tags: @hootyhoobuckaroo @tropicalcap @papi-chulo-bucky @tokoyamisstuff @tjhammcnd
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A/N: Here’s part ii! I hope y’all enjoy it.
“Hello.”
Thomas looks away from his granddaughter, “Cheryl. I appreciate you coming to stay with her. I promise not to be gone long.”
“It’s okay.” Cheryl assures him. “There’s no place I’d rather be than right here with her. You deserve to sleep somewhere other than a hospital chair, I’ll keep an eye on her till you’ve rested up.”
“You haven’t slept anywhere other than this hospital as well. It’s been three days.” Thomas reminds her as he heaves himself from his chair. “After I come back, you should get some rest yourself.”
“We’ll see.” Cheryl nods.
The man doesn’t try to pressure her, he just presses a kiss to Toni’s forehead and excuses himself. As soon as he’s gone, Cheryl feels the weight of the room fall upon her as she looks to her dozing girlfriend. She’s visited her a few times, but Toni has spent a majority of her time asleep; Cheryl figures it’s better that way, she can’t imagine having to see Toni in too much pain. With a soft smile, Cheryl lowers herself to the uncomfortable chair and reaches out for Toni’s limp hand.
The clock ticks on the wall and the flow of the vitals match each beat of her heart, and the sound brings her comfort. It means Toni is alive. With a hum, Cheryl runs her gaze over the soft brown and pink of Toni’s hair and over the sharp line of her jaw. It always amazes her how peaceful Toni looks while she’s sleeping, so far away from the harsh reality of their lives. On the rare mornings she would wake up before Toni, she would watch her girlfriend sleep and marvel over the fact that she had found someone to cherish. Someone who cherishes her. Someone she wants to build her future with, build her life around.
“What are you dreaming about, baby?” Cheryl whispers.
“M’you.”
Cheryl startles, “Toni?”
Hazy brown eyes slowly meet hers, “Hi.”
“Hey.” Cheryl whispers, and her lips tremble as she presses them to Toni’s knuckles. “I’m so glad you’re awake, baby. I hope I didn’t wake up, I didn’t mean to.”
Toni smiles in exhaustion, “S’okay.”
“Are you okay?” Cheryl chokes out.
“Mhm.” Toni hums as she struggles to blink. “You?”
“I was so scared, Toni,” Cheryl admits as tears slowly trace down her cheeks. “I was so scared I was going to lose you. I can’t lose you. I can’t do this without you. I can’t live without you.”
“M’not going anywhere, babe.” Toni assures her as she furrows her brow and winces. “Fuck. I don’t feel so good, Cher.”
“I’m so sorry, Toni. The medicine should kick in soon.” Cheryl sniffles as she reaches out to brush a hand along her cheek. “I-I’ve been waiting for you to wake up. You’ve been conscious, but nowhere near lucid enough for any of us to have a conversation with you.”
Toni laughs softly and immediately hisses, “It hurts.”
“You had a large blade plunged through your stomach, it’s going to hurt for awhile.” Cheryl scoffs with an amused roll of her eyes. “The doctor said it’ll be a few days until the pain lessens.”
“I want it to go away now.” Toni huffs.
“Always the one for dramatics.” Cheryl grins, and her gaze softens at the pain in Toni’s gaze. “Do you want me go get the doctor?”
“No. Just…” Toni trails off as she licks at her dry lips and grunts in frustration. “Gimme a second. I just need to wake up.”
“You should be sleeping.” Cheryl muses.
Toni gives a weak smile, “I’d rather stare at your beautiful face.”
“Always trying to slip in lines.” Cheryl teases as she presses a kiss to Toni’s knuckles. “But I’m serious. Go to sleep.”
“You’ll be here when I wake up?” Toni slurs.
“They’ll have to pull me away kicking and screaming, my love.” Cheryl assures her, and Toni smiles once more before she begins to drift. “Sweet dreams, I love you.”
Cheryl watches Toni with an adoring stare as she sleeps, and she tries to make sense of her last few days. Everything seems to be moving in fast motion and Cheryl is trying desperately to keep up, it’s like every time she is within reaching distance reality just slips from her grip. She tries to piece together the nights she has spent crying and the days she has spent mindlessly sitting in a hospital chair as Toni sleeps, but it just blurs together. Part of her wants everything to slow down so she can catch up, but a larger part of her is grateful that the entire situation hasn’t quite hit her. She isn’t so sure she’s ready to deal with the fallout of that.
“Hi.”
Cheryl tenses, “Cousin Betty.”
“I brought some flowers.” Betty whispers as she approaches the table to set them aside. “Just wanted to brighten up the room a little.”
“Who let you back?” Cheryl demands.
“Um, Sweet Pea. Jughead wanted to come back, but Fangs won’t let him.” Betty replies as she nervously wrings her hands. “He wanted to come back and apologize.”
“Toni needs to sleep…”
“He wanted to apologize to you.” Betty cuts in, and Cheryl tilts her head in confusion. “He feels awful about what happened, and he knows you blame him. He just wanted to apologize for everything.”
“I don’t want to hear him apologize, I want to see it. I want to see him change.” Cheryl murmurs. “She keeps getting thrown in the middle of his plans, and this time she almost got killed. So, I don’t want to hear an apology.”
Betty gives a small nod, “I understand.”
“Do you?” Cheryl scoffs as she turns her head to meet Betty’s wide eyes. “Do you understand what this is like? Do you know what it’s like to have Sweet Pea call you to tell you the woman you love has been stabbed? Because if you do then by all means, keep saying you understand.”
“Why are you being so mean, Cheryl? I’m trying.”
“And I appreciate that. I do. I’m not trying to be mean, I’m trying to open your eyes.” Cheryl hisses as her hand tightens around Toni’s. “I almost lost her. And for what? For FP’s honor? For Jughead’s ego? For some silly complex that she owes these people her life?”
Betty folds her arms over her chest, “This comes with the territory of dating a Serpent, Cheryl. It’s hard, but it’s something you just have to accept. You have to learn to just live with it.”
“I can live with dating a Serpent.” Cheryl assures her as her attention falls back to Toni. “But I can’t…no, I won’t live without her.”
“You really love her.” Betty whispers. “Don’t you?”
“More than I have ever loved anyone.” Cheryl admits as she reaches out to smooth a strand of hair from Toni’s pale face. “Thank you for the flowers, Toni will appreciate the color.”
Cheryl is thankful that Betty gets the silent cue and slips from the room. With a breath of irritation, Cheryl releases Toni’s hand so she can type out a text to Sweet Pea telling him to keep everyone out of the room. Deep down, Cheryl knows it’s selfish to keep their friends away but she doesn’t care. Right now all she cares about is her girlfriend getting better and getting her home. Now, with Toni slowly breaking through her drug induced sleep, Cheryl knows she is one step closer to healing.
“I’ll wait for you to wake up.” Cheryl mutters as she gives a small, broken hearted smile. “Just hurry up and get better, my love.”
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“Ragamuffins.”
Fangs smiles in exhaustion, “Queen B.”
“I don’t know how you’ve managed to convince the nurses to ignore visiting hours, but I appreciate the effort.” Cheryl hums. “That one nurse, the one with on too many piercings, has finally stopped giving me death stares. Although she did tell me to tell you two to stop throwing stuff.”
“Someone has to keep her entertained.” Sweet Pea replies as he tosses a rubber band ball towards Fangs. “And she likes to threaten the nurses so we keep her in line when you can’t.”
Toni huffs from her place in the hospital bed, “I’m not five. You guys don’t have to take shifts babysitting me, I’ll be fine.”
“My love,” Cheryl coos as she crosses the room to stand on the side of Toni’s bed. “I don’t know if anyone told you, but you were stabbed. A long blade entered your body, cut through a lot of muscle, and now you’re here. So, you’re getting a babysitter whether you like it or not.”
“Fine.” Toni grumbles.
“You are so whipped.” Sweet Pea snorts. “Cheryl could ask you to jump off a roof and you’d do it with a big ass smile on your face. It’s pathetic, Tiny. You have become pathetic.”
“Lucky me.” Toni shrugs, but she immediately hisses in pain. “Fucking fuck. It literally hurts to breathe. Remind me to never get shanked again.”
“Not funny.”
Toni winces at the three unamused voices, “Too soon?”
“Way too soon.” Sweet Pea replies with a roll of his eyes. “Make jokes like that when you’re not laid up in a hospital bed, alright?”
“When are you getting out of here anyway?” Fangs asks with a small frown.
“Two weeks and three days. She has to do some physical therapy first.” Cheryl sighs as she runs a finger through pink and caramel locks. “After that, she’ll be laid up in bed for a week.”
“And then back to that hell hole called school. Go from one shit place to the next.” Toni sighs. “But I at least get to have my sexy ass girlfriend waiting on me hand and foot.”
Cheryl rolls her eyes with a blush, “Nana thinks it’d be better for us to hire a nurse that’s trained to deal with your type of injuries. I don’t want the wound to get infected.”
“She’s gonna see me shirtless.” Toni warns with an amused smirk, and her eyes light up as Cheryl’s lips twitch into a scowl. “And she’ll be putting her hands all over my body.”
“On second thought,” Cheryl hisses as her jaw flexes in annoyance. “I suppose I could speak with a doctor, maybe he can show me how to go about changing the bandage and making sure you don’t injure yourself further.”
Toni purses her lips, “You think Amazon sells sexy nurse costumes? But like not the cheap Halloween ones, the ones you use for roleplaying.”
“On that note.” Fangs chirps as he scrambles quickly from his chair. “I’m going to go somewhere far away from this conversation.”
Sweet Pea hurries to his feet, “I don’t want to watch you guys tear each other’s clothes off again, I’m going with him.”
“Sex is so not happening for a while.” Cheryl sneers.
Toni gaps in horror, “What?”
“You were stabbed, Antoinette.” Cheryl reminds her as their eyes lock. “At this point, sex won’t even be a discussion until you’ve been cleared for physical activity by your doctor.”
“But…” Toni trails off with a pout. “Why am I being punished?”
“Because you got stabbed.” Sweet Pea snorts.
Toni flashes him a quick glare, “I thought you were leaving.”
“Alright, alright. Consider us gone.” Sweet Pea grumbles as he gives her a wink. “Rest up, Tiny. We’ll swing and check on you tomorrow after school, alright?”
“See ya, you big lugs.” Toni calls.
Cheryl smiles softly as the two slip easily from the hospital room, “Did they wear you out? Are you wanting to get some sleep?”
“No, not yet.” Toni shrugs as she glances towards her abandoned cup. “Can you um can you pass me my cup?”
“Of course, babe,” Cheryl nods. “You don’t have to be ashamed to ask, Toni.”
“I’m not used to this. I didn’t really have anyone who cared to ice my bruises and wait on me when I was growing up.” Toni explains. “It’s a little bit hard to get used to.”
“Well, I hope you adjust to it soon because I’m at your service for as long as you want me.” Cheryl whispers as she hands Toni her cup.
Cheryl stares at Toni as she sips at her water and struggles to find a comfortable position in her bed. After a moment, her girlfriend huffs and collapses back on the mattress with a disgruntled scowl. Time is creeping by and every day Toni gets a little stronger, a little better. But it isn’t enough. She’s still trapped in the hospital, still in pain, and Cheryl just wants to sweep her up and away from this place. With a sigh, Cheryl tilts her head and she can’t fight her smile of adoration as wide brown eyes snap to look at her with confusion shining in them.
“Hi.” Cheryl grins.
Toni gives a lopsided smile, “Hi, babe.”
“You’re getting more color in your cheeks.” Cheryl notes as she lifts a hand to brush her fingertips along Toni’s cheek. “How are you feeling?”
“Stronger.” Toni shrugs as she pulls Cheryl’s away from her cheek and holds tight to her fingers. “How are you feeling?”
“The bed is too big without you.” Cheryl pouts.
“I’ll be home soon.” Toni assures her.
Cheryl hums, “Yeah.”
“Do you want to talk about what’s really going on in that head of yours?” Toni whispers.
“No…”
“Babe, it’s me. Open up.” Toni orders in a soft voice, and Cheryl simply meets her worried gaze. “Is this about what happened?”
Cheryl nods nervously, “Yes.”
“What do you want to know?”
“What happened?” Cheryl demands, and she curses herself for the way her voice breaks. “You’re a strong fighter, baby. And you’re smart. How did something like this happen?”
“There were a lot of them, and four of us.” Toni sighs as she plays with Cheryl’s fingers. “We tried to keep things from escalating…well, I did but it just got out of control. One second we were yelling at each other and the next Jughead had socked one of the guys. After that, all hell broke loose.”
Cheryl swallows hard, “And you? What did you do?”
“I protected my boys.” Toni shrugs. “I was fighting two while Jughead took care of the leader. At one point, the guy managed to land a good hit on Jughead and I saw the knife, so I reacted. I swung on him and he overpowered me.”
“Dammit, TT,” Cheryl sniffles as she quickly swipes away a falling tear. “You don’t realize how scared I was…”
“I-I hesitated.”
“What?”
“During the fight. I hesitated.” Toni murmurs. “I heard your voice in the back of my head and I thought about you waiting for me at home and I just couldn’t do it. I just wanted to go home to you.”
Cheryl whimpers at the confession, “Oh, babe.”
“I thought about you.” Toni whispers as she pulls Cheryl’s knuckles to her lips. “When I was laying there, all I could think about was that I didn’t get to ask you to marry me. I didn’t get to whisk you away from this awful town.”
“You really enjoy making me cry.” Cheryl mumbles as she quickly wipes away a tear. “I remember sitting there in the waiting room and just thinking about how much I love you.”
Toni smiles adoringly, “I love you more.”
“I don’t know if that’s possible.” Cheryl murmurs as she shakes her head. “You’re my entire world, Toni. I don’t know how to be me without you anymore.”
“Hey, look at me,” Toni frowns, and Cheryl slowly meets her narrowed eyes. “It’s going to be okay. I’m not going anywhere, Cheryl. I will never leave you, okay? I’m here to stay.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, TT…”
“I didn’t promise anything because I don’t need to. I know I won’t leave you, you’re stuck with me.” Toni chirps. “You and me? We’re it, Cheryl. We’re going to be high school sweethearts who have a million little redheaded babies and grow old together.”
Cheryl gives a watery laugh, “Yeah?”
“Of course.” Toni beams.
“You’re a dream, Antoinette.” Cheryl sighs, and Toni simply gives a playful wink. “I don’t know how I ended up getting so lucky with you, but I will forever be grateful for that drag race.”
Toni chuckles, “You and me both, babe.”
Cheryl presses forward to drop a gentle kiss upon Toni’s smiling lips, “Now, rest up. I need you better so I can get you out of here.”
“I’ll go to sleep on one condition…”
“I am not stealing the pudding cup from Mr. Walker’s room. Have Sweet Pea do it.” Cheryl cuts in with a roll of her eyes.
“What? No. No criminal activity involved. I just want you to…” Toni hisses as she shifts to make room on the small hospital bed. “Son of a bitch. I just want you to hold me.”
“Hey, stop moving. You’ll rip your stitches.” Cheryl scolds as her hands hover over Toni. “And if you think I’m getting in that bed then you are crazy, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It hurts knowing you’re so far away.” Toni whines as she struggles to reach out and awkwardly pat at the mattress. “Please?”
Cheryl immediately melts under the wide eyes and pout, and she hates how easy it is for Toni to get her to fold. With a grumble of displeasure, Cheryl stands to kick off her heels before she peeks nervously at the door as she crawls onto the bed. With as much stealth as she could manage, Cheryl finally lays back and sighs happily as Toni settles into her side. With such ease, Toni manages to wipe away the stress of the last week and all Cheryl can do is bask in it as she presses a soft, lingering kiss to her girlfriend’s head.
“I feel better.” Toni grins.
“Oh, I’m sure.” Cheryl snorts.
“Um, this is uh gonna sound stupid,” Toni warns as she nuzzles her nose into Cheryl’s neck. “But can you sing to me?”
Cheryl stills, “Sing?”
“Yeah. I just…I need to hear your voice.” Toni admits as her cheeks flush a dark pink. “Fuck. That sounds so lame. You don’t have to.”
“I want to. Anything for you.” Cheryl whispers as she kisses Toni’s head again. “What a surprise, gazing into your eyes. I swear that I still got lost in the light. No photograph could possibly show the you I know.”
Toni lights up, “No doubts, no more fears…”
Cheryl scowls in displeasure, “I thought this was a solo.”
“Sorry, baby.” Toni yawns.
“Anyway. Where was I?” Cheryl huffs, but Toni knows it holds no bite. “No doubts, no more fears. I see you shine and the dark disappears, then I know everything will fine because you’re mine.”
“S’good.” Toni mumbles tiredly. “Keep going.”
Cheryl allows her soft voice to sweep Toni off, and heart warms as her girlfriend finally goes slack in her arms and falls asleep. She lays there with Toni pressed warmly against her side and everything seems so much better. Cheryl is in love with Toni, and there’s no denying it. Her heart and soul belong to the beautiful woman in her arms, and Toni is safe. She’s alive. She’s okay. She’s here. And that thought lulls Cheryl into a peaceful sleep.
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Two weeks and four days. It takes two weeks and four days before Toni is released with strict instructions that Cheryl follows even though Toni pouts in annoyance. Cheryl pretty much spends every waking moment stressing, and it takes both Veronica and Toni to convince her to go back to school. She cries the night before she goes back and Toni simply holds her and kisses away her tears; she just doesn’t know if she can do it, she doesn’t know if she can willingly part with Toni. But she will. She does. All because Toni asks her to.
Toni may be home, but she’s still stuck on bed rest and she insists her friends and girlfriend go on with their lives. So, Cheryl does. She mindlessly wanders into school with exhaustion clear on her face and Toni’s jacket snug on her body. She feels the eyes on her as she struts through the halls, but she doesn’t have it in her to care. All she wants is to get through this day so it’ll be one step closer to being able to be back with her girlfriend. She knows the school has heard about Toni’s accident and some are sympathetic, but mostly everyone tiptoes around her in an effort to avoid her wrath.
Everyone except Reggie Mantle and Chuck Clayton.
Cheryl knows she shouldn’t be surprised when she catches wind of the things being said by Riverdale High’s golden boys, but it doesn’t stop her from burning with rage. She doesn’t care if people aren’t fond of Toni or the Serpents, but Cheryl refuses to allow them to trash the only people who care and love Cheryl for who she is. So, when third period dismisses them, Cheryl storms through the halls until she finds their little huddle laughing loudly against a row of lockers.
“I heard that snake is still in the hospital.”
If a fire was crackling before, it only grows at the words that Reggie spews. A fight has been brewing in her for days, and she’s ready to take her anger out on somebody. She’s glad that this someone deserves it. Just as she steps forward, she feels a strong arm push against her middle and she lifts her head to meet Sweet Pea’s gaze. She pushes against his arm with a silent order to release her, but he stiffens his arm and gives her a strong shove until she stumbles back into Kevin’s arms.
“What do you want, Danny Zuko?” Chuck demands.
Sweet Pea slowly steps forward, “I understand that the two of you have been running your mouths, disrespecting one of us.”
“Oh, that Serpent slut?” Reggie laughs. “She got what she deserved. It’s a shame that freak couldn’t finish her off for good.”
Cheryl chokes on a breath, “Excuse me?”
Reggie smirks, “I said it’s too bad that loser did such a botched job, could’ve gotten rid of that Serpent scum without any of us getting our hands dirty.”
“I will kill you.” Sweet Pea growls.
“Hey, all I need is a knife and we can start taking you greasers down one by one.” Chuck smirks as he trades a high five with a teammate. “So, I suggest you steer clear.”
Sweet Pea chuckles deep in his throat, “You don’t scare me.”
“I should.” Chuck scoffs as he shoves Sweet Pea’s shoulders. “Then again, you’re hanging around the likes of Cheryl Blossom and nothing’s scarier than that cold hearted bitch.”
“Watch it.” Fangs growls.
“Oh God. You’re defending the Ice Queen now too? You freaks really at warped.” Reggie snorts. “How much is she paying you to do her bidding?”
Cheryl gives a breath of laughter, “Oh, Reginald. That’s cute. You’re cute. Unlike you, I’ve earned the loyalty I receive from them. You see, you have it in your head that your precious Bulldogs respect you but I think all that gel you use is starting to seep into that tiny brain of yours.”
“Oh, fuck off.” Reggie laughs as he flashes a glance to Cheryl. “You’re the worst part of this situation. You hate the Southside yet you’ve taken it upon yourself to shack up with their princess.”
Cheryl rolls her eyes, “No need to pour all your jealousy into this, Mantle. All I care about is that you keep my girlfriend’s name out of your mouths. I’d appreciate it if you’d respect her.”
“Are you serious?” Chuck laughs as he steps into Cheryl’s space. “Your little girlfriend got what was coming to her, just because that Serpent slut spread her legs for you doesn’t mean that the rest of us have to tolerate her.”
Cheryl squeaks in surprise as she is jolted forward when a form comes crashing by and a fist collides with Chuck’s jaw. She expects it to be Sweet Pea or Fangs, but instead she is met with Jughead’s darkening gaze as he stands over Chuck’s sprawled form with Sweet Pea at his side. As Cheryl looks to him, she sees the clear exhaustion and anger in his dark eyes; all it takes is one look at Jughead to see that he’s struggling with this situation just as badly as she is. Much to her displeasure, she feels guilty for the anger and harsh words she has thrown his way over the last week.
Jughead stares down at Chuck with a heaving chest and a scowl on his face, “Talk about her like that one more time.”
“You’re dead, Jones…”
“I don’t think so, you brainless bastard.” Cheryl scoffs as she steps into Reggie’s space and brings her knee up to connect with his pelvis. “He isn’t the only one who gets to have some fun.”
Cheryl isn’t really sure what happens after that, it all becomes a blur of Serpents and Bulldogs. The next thing she can really get a grasp on is one of the Serpents sweeping her from the growing crowd and moving her away from the fight. She tries to throw herself into the fray, but Veronica keeps a tight grasp on her arm and Kevin clutches onto her hand as they watch on in horror. Much to Cheryl’s surprise, she sees Archie fighting alongside Jughead and a swell of gratitude fills her as she notices the protective gleam to his gaze. It amazes her that Golden Boy Andrews is fighting alongside the very people who he supposedly hates.
“Hey! Hey, that’s enough!”
A few students manage to scatter, but Cheryl finds herself being herded to Principal Weatherbee’s office alongside most of the Serpents. As soon as they’re in the cramped space, the man separates them and Cheryl is surprised that she is grouped with the Serpents on the opposite side of the room. With a sigh, she lowers herself beside Jughead and takes her time to observe him from the corner of her eye; he has a busted lips and a swelling left eye, but he doesn’t look too bad. Not as bad as Reggie who is unable to open his right eye while Fangs is using his tongue to wiggle a tooth that looks a little too loose on his bottom row.
“Thank you.” Cheryl whispers.
Jughead rubs his fist and twitches his lips into a ghost of a smile, “Toni’s one of my best friends, I’d do it again if I had to.”
“I’m…sorry. For blaming you.” Cheryl sighs. “Look, I don’t do apologetic. I’m not good at it. But I do appreciate you defending her honor.”
Jughead smiles softly, “Like I said, she’s my best friend and my family. Serpents don’t let others get away with disrespecting their own, especially when the one they’re defending is the self-declared princess.”
“She is a princess.” Cheryl huffs, but her tone holds no anger. “I wouldn’t be caught dead dating a peasant, I have standards.”
“Of course you do.” Jughead sniffs, and his brow furrows as he crosses his arms. “I’m sorry. For what happened, for getting Toni involved. If I could go back, I would’ve just kept my mouth shut.”
“Oh, I highly doubt that.” Cheryl hums, and Jughead flashes her a bemused frown. “Face it, Jones, you’re a hothead. We have that in common. We don’t know when to stop.”
“It’s a very…trying habit.” Jughead chuckles.
“I’ve come to realize that.” Cheryl replies with a lopsided grin, and she runs her gaze over him with a giggle. “I think Toni would be knocked breathless if she saw us right now.”
“Betty would have a heart attack.” Jughead snorts.
“Oh sweet cousin Betty.” Cheryl sighs.
“Y’know, we’re probably going to get suspended for this.” Jughead points out as he looks to her with amusement in his gaze. “You sure you can handle that, Cheryl?”
Cheryl twists her lips into a frown, “I’d prefer a suspension. Now that Toni is home, I want to be able to be home to take care of her.”
“Planning to play nursemaid?” Jughead asks.
“Mm, Toni and I do enjoy a good roleplaying session. And I would look adorable in a nurse’s costume. Thanks for the idea.” Cheryl beams, and Jughead audibly gags. “Oh please, like you and Betty don’t get a little kinky.”
Jughead is saved from having to answer as their principal ushers a group of Bulldogs from his office and waves the Serpents and Cheryl inside. Her heart is pounding in her chest as she is offered one of the chairs, and she is quick to meet Weatherbee’s glare as he looks at them. It amazes her that she once used to look at the Serpents the way their principal does now; he looks at them with so much judgment, his eyes leaking with disgust. It makes her fists curl and that dark part of her shake to be released, it makes harsh words settle on the tip of her tongue. It’s all she can focus on as he drones on, as he lazily goes about scolding them for something they didn’t do.
“Frankly, I’m tired of repeating myself.” The man scoffs. “Mr. Mantle gave me his version of what happened, and he let me know who threw the first punch. Mr. Jones, it was you…correct?”
Jughead shrugs, “Yes, sir.”
“To avoid any more of these…confrontations, I think it’ll be best for a few days of suspension.” Principal Weatherbee hisses as he looks to Jughead. “Your suspension will be set for seven days, when you return you’ll be enjoying a few weeks of after school detention.”
With that, he begins to deal out detentions to the other Serpents who take them with smirks; Cheryl isn’t surprised that they’re proud of it. As she sits and watches, she notes the way the man’s eyes continuously skip over her until Sweet Pea is the last one left. As soon as Sweet Pea is dealt two days of suspension and four Saturday detentions, Principal Weatherbee falls silent and narrows his eyes before he warns them all to learn how to stay out of trouble and to learn how to fight with something other than their fists.
Cheryl clears her throat, “And me?”
“Seeing as you are a model student and this is your first offense, I’ll be setting you up with three days of morning detention.” Principal Weatherbee replies with a nod. “I do advise you to look for better company, Ms. Blossom.”
“That company is my girlfriend and my friends.”
Principal Weatherbee flinches and squirms in his chair, “I’m well aware of your new…friendships. I just think it’d be wise for the captain of the Vixens to be setting a better example for the girls she leads, teaching them how to display class.”
“My girls don’t need me to teach them anything about class.” Cheryl sneers. “If anything, you need to learn some class.”
Principal Weatherbee huffs as the Serpents smother their laughter into their hands, “You’re toeing a fine line, Ms. Blossom. I’d advise you to take a step back to avoid crossing it.”
“Consider it crossed.” Cheryl drawls. “You’re punishing them for defending their friend, you have no idea what Reggie and Chuck were saying about her. You didn’t even care to ask, you just displayed your typical bias attitude.”
“Ms. Blossom,” The man growls. “You are this close to being suspended…”
“Then suspend me, Mr. Weatherbee.” Cheryl snaps as she crosses her arms over her chest. “I will go down fighting for Toni’s respect. So, you might as well do yourself a favor and nip the problem in the bud while you can.”
Principal Weatherbee clenches his jaw and curls his hands into fists, “Very well. Consider it done. Your consequences will be the same as Mr. Jones. I don’t want to see either of you on this campus for the next five days.”
Jughead salutes sarcastically, “Consider me gone.”
Cheryl is a little surprised by the sense of pride that washes over her as she stands to follow the herd of Serpents from the office. As they spill into the hallway, Sweet Pea gives her a smirk and throws a strong arm around her shoulders as he guides her from the school and towards her car. All the pent of adrenaline fades slowly as she drives home to Toni, everything melts away until she is left feeling blank. It isn’t till she wanders into Thistlehouse and hears Toni laughter that she settles; her heels click evenly on the hardwood floors as she follows the sound, and her heart skips a beat as she happens upon her girlfriend. Toni is still on the couch with Blossom asleep on the chair nearby and a half eaten bowl of popcorn abandoned on the coffee table.
“Well, don’t you look comfortable.” Cheryl muses as she crosses the room to hover over the back of the couch. “Hi, baby.”
Toni beams up at her, “You’re home.”
“Did Pea text you?” Cheryl demands as she leans down to press a kiss to Toni’s forehead. “Because you know he loves to rile you up, and the fight wasn’t that bad.”
“Fight?” Toni repeats slowly. “What fight?”
“Oh.”
“Cher,” Toni begins with a hesitant frown. “What are you talking about? Did the boys get into a fight? Are they okay? Oh God, did you get into a fight? If someone touched you then I swear I’ll…”
“Hey, calm down.” Cheryl orders as she narrows her eyes. “Reel in the dramatics, TT. I technically started the fight. Let’s just say that Jughead fed Chuck a nice knuckle sandwich.”
Toni laughs adoringly, “Only my girlfriend could use the term knuckle sandwich and sound absolutely adorable while doing it.”
“You’re hateful.” Cheryl huffs.
“Aw, baby,” Toni coos, and Cheryl immediately stiffens as she notices a flare of pain erupt in brown eyes. “Fuck. I can’t lift my arms…”
“Good. You don’t deserve cuddles.” Cheryl scoffs even as she walks around the couch to drop gracefully beside Toni. “Would you like for me to tell you what happened?”
“Only if you kiss me first.”
Cheryl feels her heart thud heavily as she takes in Toni’s serious expression, and she can’t bear to deny her adorable girlfriend of her request. As soon as she leans into Toni, her blood sings and her entire body warms; she supposes this is what it feels like, love that is. She feels it rush through her as she cradles Toni’s face and pushes closer to her, close enough to feel like she can safely melt into the other woman’s arms. She kisses her until her lungs scream in protest and black spots dance behind her eyelids, kisses her until her world spins and slowly collapses from beneath her feet.
“Wow.” Toni pants as Cheryl slowly draws away and rests their foreheads together. “Not sure what brought that on, but maybe you should kiss me like that every day.”
Cheryl smiles softly, “Your wish is my command.”
“Ah, now you’re acting cute.” Toni smirks as she pulls back to playfully narrow her eyes. “Being cute isn’t going to stop me from thinking about the fact that my beautiful girlfriend got into a fight with a bunch of airheads today.”
“Just preparing myself.” Cheryl shrugs.
Toni arches an eyebrow, “For?”
“TT, it isn’t going to be long before I’m sporting my own cheesy leather jacket. This is part of being a Serpent. I know the laws and…”
“We’ve talked about this.” Toni cuts in, and Cheryl startles at the ice in her tone. “We’re not discussing you joining till after graduation. If it’s something you really want then we can talk to FP about it, but your main focus is supposed to be college.”
Cheryl rolls her eyes, “You don’t get to decide my future for me.”
“But I do get a say in it, remember? This is our future. Together. Or has that changed?” Toni snaps, but Cheryl sees the immediate regret. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.”
“Yes you did.” Cheryl sighs as she reaches out to brush a hand over Toni’s bruised cheek. “And you’re right, it is our future. That hasn’t changed, I promise. Can we just…drop this? Just till you’re not healing from a stab wound?”
“Yeah, babe,” Toni nods. “I’d like that.”
“How about One Tree Hill and pizza?” Cheryl suggests in a soft tone. “It’s almost time for your pain killers so you’ll be passed out before the first episode is over.”
Toni smiles softly, “No homework?”
“I have an entire week to worry about that. The beauty of suspension.” Cheryl chirps as she stands from the couch. “I’m going to go order the pizza, que up season three.”
“Wait! Suspension? Cheryl, get back here!”
Cheryl giggles and flees from the room.
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Renegade Meets the Bugle Boy
Pairing- Dean x reader
Warnings- Massive fluff. Its kind of adorable.
Word count- 2,930
A/N- This was writen for @wi-deangirl77 for her 700 follower challenge. :) I had tons of fun writing this one.... I think. This was one of the times where my brain and fingers take over and an hour later magic! A fic is born. A big thanks to Jess for the awesome/brilliant challenge. And a huge thanks to my favorite human @amanda-teaches for betaing. You’re both beautiful and I love you!! I hope you all enjoy!
Summary- You and Dean both secretly plan a theme party for your anniversary and pull Sam in the middle of it, then Sam decides to turn it around on both of you.
You knew you were a little obsessed with the forties…
Okay, maybe more than a little.
Since you were a kid you had loved the forties, always listening to old songs, watching the old movies. You learned all about the forties and, every Halloween, you went as one of the Andrews Sisters.
You usually tried to play it down, but you could never hide the old soul inside of you.
Dean knew this.
He loved seeing you geek out whenever you saw a movie coming out that was based in the forties. Then, when he took you to see it, the ride home would be nothing but you pointing out inconsistencies with the forties, things that wouldn’t have happened, things that did happen.
He understood the feeling, because he was obsessed with cowboys, and he loved the wild west.
And that was what led to the funniest story you would tell to your children and your children’s children.
Your anniversary was coming up and you were so excited.
You had spent weeks, months, working your ass off for Dean’s gift.
You shopped at every party store you passed on each hunt, you had Sam help you plan everything, asking him when you weren’t sure about something. You had researched and planned and learned and, by the day before your anniversary, you were an expert on the wild west.
And you were ready.
You had decided to throw Dean a theme party. You had invited your typical group, Garth and his wife, Jody and the girls, Castiel, Donna, and, of course, Mary.
Sam would obviously be there. Even Chuck and Amara were going to make an appearance, after you’d begged and prayed and sacrificed and did everything you could to get through to them.
You wanted this to be a great party, you wanted Dean to have the best time of his life.
But the party wasn’t even your gift to him… nope, a song was.
You were quite aware how cheesy a serenade was, so you decided to make it a little spicey. After hearing a song on the radio, you knew without a doubt that it was the song to sing to get Dean Winchester going.
You were overly excited, so much so that you actually had to go out to the middle of nowhere once to squeal, literally, just so you didn’t worry Dean.
As the date approached you checked and double checked and triple checked, excitement rolling through you.
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Excitement rolled through Dean as he rubbed his hands together.
It was finally their anniversary. Y/N almost seemed to have forgotten, but that didn’t bother him one bit. He was too excited to care about whether she remembered or not; she would definitely remember soon enough.
He stood with Sam in the costume store, adjusting the cuffs on his forties style garb: the crisp white button up, black vest hiding the nice blue tie, black slacks to match the vest and suit jacket provided.
“I can’t believe you’re actually playing dress up for this. Dude, you hate wearing costumes even on a hunt,” Sam said
“Yeah, well… I’d do about anything to make Y/N smile. When you love someone Sammy, things change,” Dean stated simply, unsure of how else to put it.
Sam chuckled softly at him, shaking his head. Dean walked to the mirror and took the hair products that he had brought with him, beginning to comb and work at his hair, unable to keep the smirk off his face as Sam said,
“Aw, Dean’s in wuv.”
Dean frowned, turning to his big little brother and giving him a confused look.
“Yeah, have been for over a year now. Where’ve you been?” The eldest Winchester snarked at him.
“It’s nice that you’re doing this for her man, I think she’s good for you,” Sam commented as Dean turned back to the mirror.
“You think so?” he asked, not caring if she was or wasn’t good for him. Dean loved her, that was the point.
“Yeah, I mean… come on, Dean. I haven’t seen you this excited since, well, ever.”
“Oh come on, I had to have been excited about something else in the past,” he said to Sammy, frowning, furrowing his brow in thought as he finished his hair, the slicked back look making him proud as he stood straight and slid his hands over his head, smirking at himself in the mirror.
“Yeah, maybe when dad gave you the car, but I don’t think even then you were this excited,” Sam said to him.
Dean chuckled slightly, nodding his head at Sam’s words.
“Got my babe and my Baby. What could be better?” He chuckled, pulling on the suit jacket and buttoning up the buttons.
Sam just smirked at him, causing his brother to give him a questioning look.
“You ready to go yet?” He chuckled slightly. Dean grinned and nodded, finishing the last button and grabbing the hat to complete the outfit.
“You bet. Let’s roll,” he responded, opening the door and heading out. Sam was supposed to text Y/N to meet them, and he couldn’t wait to see the look on her face.
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Your Pov
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You were literally quivering in your old west style boots. A pair of tan, high waisted pants hugged your hips, an off white button up hidden beneath a grey wool vest, a bandana wrapped appropriately around your neck and a cowboy hat perched on your head.
You and Sam had managed to rent a school auditorium for the party, which pleased you greatly.
The auditorium was actually rather small, but you really wanted it for the stage. Petty thing to rent out an auditorium for, but still.
You and Jody had spent the afternoon decorating the large room before heading back to the bunker to change into the outfits you’d all purchased.
Right now, Jody, Garth, and Amara were waiting with you in the war room.
Jody’s outfit resembled yours, high waisted pants, vest and overcoat, with the hat to match, a holster hung at her hip with a gun snuggled safely into its holster.
Your hair was braided loosely and rested over your shoulder as you looked in the mirror, waiting on Claire and Donna to finish up before it was time for you to head out.
Chuck, Alex, Mary and Bess were going to meet you at the school as they hadn’t yet gotten their costumes.
“Come on you two!” you nearly growled, pacing back and forth. “Sam said he was going to make sure Dean would be there at exactly 5, and it’s already 4:45,” you pointed out as Donna and Claire both emerged at the same time.
Claire was dressed up in a well fitting dress. The fabric was dark purple with little, faint red dots sprinkled over the skirt and sleeves. Her hair was pulled back, a brown vest hugging her sides as she glared at you.
“Why did we have to dress up?” she demanded.
“Because it’s part of the fun,” you retorted, admiring Donna’s outfit as Claire grumbled about there being no other outfits her size at the store, none with pants anyway.
Donna’s outfit was much more muted, a soft red, wide skirt resting over her legs and a red shirt with poofy sleeves. The black buttons on her shirt led up to a small gold locket on her neck and you couldn’t help but grin.
“Oh come on, Claire, this’ll be loads of fun,” Donna smiled as you pointed at her with a grin.
“Damn straight,” you said with a wide smile. “Come on! I wanna be there to see his face when he sees that auditorium.”
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Sam’s Pov
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It had been an exhausting few months being in the middle of Y/N and Dean’s little plan. Both of them were ready to go all out for each other, while part of Sam wondered if he was in a chick flick somehow. That would probably be easier than dealing with those two.
Dean and Sam headed straight to the school. He had told Dean that he managed to book the auditorium because it was perfect to be decorated as the entrance to a 1940’s style movie theater.
As Dean headed to the address given to him, Sam smiled. Their half of the group was already there, dressed in 40’s style clothing to fit the brothers. They had taken care of making sure the decorations were all set up correctly.
On one side of the auditorium would be Y/N’s theme, an old west saloon equipped with old tables, a bar, and spitting jars. On the other half, the 40’s style theater entrance. Sam just didn’t ask Y/N about that.
As Dean finally pulled into the parking lot, Sam couldn’t help but think how ready he was to be over with all this. But, if he was being honest with himself, he was just as excited about this as either receiving party.
Dean pulled up into the parking lot, parking near the front and turning Baby off before the two got out of the car. Sam had been leading him inside and through the hall when he got a text from Y/N -You guys here yet? I’m just about to enter through the south entrance.
He smirked slightly, texting her quickly -We’re at the west entrance, about to walk in.
The brothers finally approached the door to the auditorium. Dean pushed open the swinging door with Sam right beside him, pushing in the other one as they entered.
Sam had to give it to Y/N. Once he saw the saloon side of the auditorium, he was impressed. Even the lighting was perfect. Beside him, Sam heard my brother let out an exhale, a muttered “Woah” under his breath as he saw the saloon. Chuck, Mom, Cas, Alex and Bess were all seated at the tables.
“Sweet merciful awesome,” Dean muttered.
Sam heard a door slam open and a scream echoed off the walls.
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Getting to the school took longer than you liked, but you knew you had to suck it up.
When you finally arrived, you hurried through the halls, Jody and the others on your tail as you texted Sam. At his last response, you sucked in a breath. Instead of texting it, you yelled “wait!” just before pushing in the door on the south entrance of the auditorium.
Your eyes moved to spy Dean to your left. His appearance took you totally off guard as you threw your arms up and down in the air at the sight of him, a scream erupting from your lips that you promptly shut down by covering your mouth.
His green eyes were full of wonder as he stared around at your decoration job, finally moving to meet yours a split second before you noticed what Dean was standing under.
A huge, theater sign, one that looked like it would have been from the forties.
Sam and Dean were both wearing forties style clothing as was the other half of the group who said they would meet you. The sight sent chills up your spine, an indescribable feeling running through you as you felt weak-kneed at the sight of your lovely boyfriend.
Finally your eyes met Dean’s again. A wide grin was shared between the two of you as you felt like you could hardly breathe. Your face must have been priceless as Dean approached you, chuckling lightly as he removed the over jacket of his suit, just making him look that much hotter.
Once he was within reaching distance, he finally spoke up.
“Happy anniversary,” he said, a smirk still stretched across his face, a chuckle still reverberating, his shoulders shaking slightly as his eyes studied your appearance.
You were truly speechless, but shock quickly turned to even more excitement as you threw yourself at Dean, wrapping your arms around his neck, his muscled arms wrapped around you as you embraced each other.
You were so excited you couldn’t stand still. You pulled away from Dean too quickly for his liking, unable to remain calm. You bounced back and forth between your left and right feet, a squeal of joy leaving your lips as you looked at him, unable to speak.
“Are you having a stroke?” he asked. Although he knew the answer, he obviously couldn’t help but be a snot about it.
You finally regained your composure enough to punch Dean in his broad chest, just causing him to laugh more.
“Shut up, Cary Grant,” you muttered.
“Sure thing, Annie Oakley.” Dean winked at you.
At his words you groaned, looking at the group around you.
“And, I’m guessing you lot had something to do with this little side by side?”
No one answered, but they all had grins.
“Thanks.” You grinned as Sam approached you.
“Well,” he said, “now that that’s over, Y/N/N, I think you had another surprise for Dean.”
You squealed, throwing your arms back and forth in excitement as Dean gave you a questioning look.
“Something other than this?” he questioned. “It really is my lucky day.” He chuckled as you ran to the stage.
“Shut up! And don’t you dare tease me for this!” you called to him, the loudness of your voice echoing off the walls. The acoustics in the auditorium were perfect, leaving you excited as Sam set up the system. The music started as you winked at Dean, everyone taking a seat at the saloon tables as you began to sing.
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Looks like an angel, so picturesque
Like she walked right out of the wild, wild west
She's a devil in a satin dress
You don't even know her hair trigger's aimin' right at your chest
By the time you figure out that she gave you the runaround
You won't know where she's at
She's a tumbleweed blowin' in the wind come sundown
Call a girl like that
You couldn’t have been more terrified. Even among friends the stage fright was severe, but the smile dressing Dean’s lips was so worth it. It wasn’t a mock smile, not a smirk. It was genuine and warm, his green eyes glittered in the light as the energy picked up once you got to the chorus.
Renegade runaway
She's a sure shot, love the ash off a smokin' cigarette
Yeah, that pretty face
Love you, leave you, play you like a heartbreak bandit
She's an outlaw, a quick draw
She'll take it all, so don't you fall
For that renegade
Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway
You better run away, run away, run away, run away
You could see Dean’s eyes following your every move. You got a peek at his white teeth through his plump lips, the smile on his face widening slowly. It made your stage fright slowly seep away. Dean was loving this. He enjoyed your present to him, and everyone else was clapping along to the beat. Hell, Garth and Bess even got up and started dancing!
You'll see her name, alive or dead
Yeah but take her either way 'cause she's wanted
If I were you, I'd place my bet
That she's ridin' off out into the sunset
With her long hair flyin' 'cross the desert
Let me tell you, boy, you're never gonna catch her
By the time you finished the second verse, your smile was as wide as Dean’s. You became more comfortable and let your movements flow with the music, feeling remarkably happy as you threw your hands in the air.
You got through the second singing of the chorus when the bridge came along. You loved the bridge of the song, of every song. It tied the song together perfectly.
Young gunslinger makin' new amends
Tough as nails under that corset
Call her renegade
Runaway, runaway, runaway
You shot Dean a wink as you hit the last part of the song. As you began to sing it, you stepped to the edge, before spinning and jumping off.
Yeah, that pretty face
Love you, leave you, play you like a heartbreak bandit
She's an outlaw, a quick draw
She'll take it all, so don't you fall
For that renegade
Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway
You better run away, run away, run away, run away
She's a renegade
You sang the last part with passion shown across your face. Not for the song, not the lyrics nor the music, but passion for Dean. You were into the song, you liked it, but you remembered how Dean had said the song made him think of you. Instead of demanding how, this idea popped into your head.
The lyrics moved through you as you finished the song, flipping the microphone you were holding before catching it and passing it to Sam, placing yourself in Dean’s lap.
“Happy anniversary, darling,” you said with a southern bell accent. Dean’s eyes shone as he smiled at you. He was so out of it he didn’t even respond with some sort of 40’s talk. He just looked at you with a grin so wide his teeth were showing as his lips connected with yours sweetly.
The others responded to his action with a collective “Aww” as Dean pulled away and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead.
“I am a lucky man,” he decided as you chuckled, nodding your head.
You liked to think that the two of you would have multiple anniversaries after this, twenty, fifty. As many as humanly possible, but you also knew that no matter what...
This one would always be your favorite.
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My Review of Hell Girl: Fourth Twilight
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heey im so in love with your blog💕💕 and i wanted to ask if you could post a little red riding hood tag? it would mean the world to me💕💕💕
Hey, @larryxniamxromance! We have a tag but it’s been a while since we added to it. So here’s a list! Some are more literally Little Red Riding Hood stuff, and some are more about the kink. - Anastasia
Stiles' Halloween by Capn_KayReaper
(1/1 I 324 I General I Sterek)
“I’m not taking you trick or treating like that,” he shook his head and straightened up.
“No need,” he grinned, holding up the bag of sweets he’d gathered from around where he lived. He didn’t actually go door to door, but Derek didn’t have to know any of that.
“Now wolf out, little Red wants his wolf to be wild tonight,”
A Tender Young Creature by alby_mangroves
(1/1 I 6 I Explicit I Sterek)
Teen Wolf Mating Games - Challenge 6: Hungry Like The Wolf
My Really Messed Up Life..........Until It's Not by CuteSlay
(1/? I 664 I Explicit I Sterek I Rape)
Stiles has just found out that Tony Stark is his uncle, Scott abandoned him and both him and Allison have joined Gerard, his father is drinking again, he feels as if the pack doesn't really need him, he has got a unrequited crush on Derek( at least that's what he thinks). Nothing is going right until it does when his uncle and friends all accept him and the pack want him back. Stiles will rise up to be the best spark ever and nothing is going too stop him.
What Big Eyes You Have by anyankafirequeen
(1/1 I 1,674 I Teen I Sterek)
Stiles shouldn't be walking these spooky old woods alone, but really, that's part of the game.
A Heart Revealed by Aminias (SeeingRed)
(2/2 I 2,017 I Mature I Steter I MCD)
“A heart revealed is a heart kept. “
~“My feeling aren't figurative!” the Boy screams. It is many things. A threat, a promise, the first cry of an eagle taking wing.
Even Bad Wolves Can Be Good by sweetbutterbliss (also known as me)
(1/1 I 2,119 I Explicit I Sterek
"What do you want me to do, pat you on the head and call you a good boy?" Derek growls at Stiles, his arms folded across his chest.
Stiles swallows and his cheeks turn red. He shakes his head and fumbles with the papers. All at once, Derek can barely breathe, pheromones are rolling off Stiles. He almost always smells like low grade arousal, because he's a twenty year old boy, but it's suddenly spiked out of nowhere and Derek feels dizzy with it.
It's red even if it's never explicitly stated by TheyDraggedMeInNowIAintLeaving
(1/1 I 2,206 I Mature I Sterek)
Once upon a time a boy who was different from his peers was driven into the woods where he befriended a pack of wolves.
Into The Woods by kestra_troi
(1/1 I 2,969 I Explicit I Steter I girl!Stiles)
Stiles is a precocious sixteen year old girl. She decides she wants to claim and collar the Alpha Werewolf in the Woods. So she does. This is the story.
Never Met a Wolf That Didn't Love to Howl by Everyday_Im_Narrating
(1/1 I 3,116 I Explicit I Allison/Derek)
The whole Little Red deal had started off as an innocent joke in the middle of a movie night. But then Lydia's birthday was celebrated with a costume party, and the opportunity was just too good to miss.
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Or: the one where the Big, Bad Wolf and Little Red do the do.
Little Red by apeskyhedgehog
(1/1 I 3,207 I Explicit I Steter)
Stiles gets forty dollars if he walks around the forest for four hours. It doesn’t seem like a big, but Stiles is all done up in a Little Red Riding Hood outfit and has to stay in that for the full amount of time. Stiles doesn’t seem to care, but when he finds the big bad wolf then he wishes that he got shoes in a small size.
Little Black Sour Wolf by StaciNadia
(1/1 I 3,718 I Teen I Sterek)
A wolf has to travel through the forest to get medicine for his family.
My, What Little Patience You Have by AsexualDerek (Cammerel)
(1/1 I 4,752 I Explicit I Sterek)
Stiles convinces Derek to be the Big Bad Wolf for Halloween.
Red... by BreakingBenFanatic
(1/? I 6,934 I Explicit I Sterek)
"Run, Run, you can't run forever, Little Red!"
....
During dark, mysterious fog, Stiles Stilinski is separated from his father when they are blindly attacked by unknown attackers.
After being saved from a near death of drowning, Stiles soon finds refuge in an old, burned down house, that wasn't really abandoned in the first place and it nearly gets him mauled (or so he thought) for trespassing by the owner- A gorgeous black haired, hazel eyed man that goes by the familiar name "Derek Hale."... Who is also the Alpha of a group of werewolves... And something Stiles fears ever since he was Ten....
But he reluctantly suggests:
That these wolves can help get him back to his father who could either be alive or dead. Hurt or safe...
In this story, Little Red runs with the wolves and avoids the things that are truly big and bad.
"Who, Derek? Nah he's more like a big Teddy Bear once you get to know
What Big Eyes You Have by AsagiStilinski
(1/1 I 8,529 I Teen I Sterek)
There are no wolves in Beacon Hills
Stiles knows that isn't true, he knows because he was saved by one on Halloween night, he remembers every detail, every patch of midnight fur, the beauty of his crimson eyes, the way he stared through Stiles' soul... and as he tightens his cloak around himself, making his way through the woods, he can feel the eyes of the wolf, watching him... watching out for him
And my, what big eyes he has....
The Gleam in Your Eyes by SylvieW
(1/1 I 9,602 I Teen I Sterek)
After their infant son is cursed, the King and Queen send him to live deep in the forest in an effort to keep him safe, but the forest is deep and you never know when wolves may be prowling…
Stiles Stilinski: Actual Disney Princess by LadySlytherin
(1/1 I 20,235 I Mature I Sterek)
Halloween + Drag queen friends = Crossdressing!Stiles fic! Throw in a miscast spell that has woodland creatures and our resident weres trailing behind Stiles a-la-fairytale-logic and you’ve got a recipe for disaster...and love.
#teen wolf#sterek#steter#stiles stilinski#derek hale#peter hale#red riding hood au#girl!stiles#allison argent#larryxniamxromance
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Lucifer➣Halloween Mace
Written by: Hartbigfordays
"No! Sarah she looks scary! I don't wanna talk to her," Grace grabs hold of the blondes arm.
"Grace, we have to. She's the one who sells the tickets." She laughs and drags Grace over to the ticket counter.
The redhead working the counter looks devilish. She has fiery red hair and she's dressed in all black. She has red contacts in her eyes that scare the living shit out of Grace when the redhead looks up at her. The woman smiles creepily at Grace.
"Can we get two tickets for the ten o'clock hayride, please?" Sarah smiles and hands over the cash.
"Ah good choice. I'll be on that hayride. It'll be...fun." The woman grins and gives Sarah her change.
Grace is trying to distance herself from the woman by hiding behind Sarah and avoiding eye contact. The woman is extremely attractive but also scary at the same time.
"What's wrong, sweetie? Scared?" The woman peers around Sarah's shoulder, looking to Grace.
"Oh uh no. Of course not." Grace pauses, "Okay Sarah let's go. Don't wanna take up this nice lady's time."
The redhead chuckles at this as the two walk away.
"That's Lucifer to you!" She shouts after them.
They still have thirty minutes so the two decide to sit on the ground and huddle up to keep warm.
"I hate you."
"Oh shut up! It'll be fun. Besides, that devil chick is hot, yeah? She'll be on the hayride." Sarah raises her eyebrows suggestively at Grace.
"It will not be fun! She's scary as hell!"
"Literally."
"Oh fuck you and your puns."
"You're the one who said it!"
"Whatever."
Grace crosses her arms and pouts.
"Seriously Grace? It's gonna be like a twenty minute hayride! It'll be fine! I'll be right next to you the whole time." Sarah assures her friend.
"Okay but what if that devil girl targets me. She clearly knows I'm scared."
"Be glad if she targets you. Like I said, she's hot. I'd let her do anything to me."
"Sarah!"
"Oh come on! Don't act like you don't agree!" Sarah nudges Grace.
Grace smirks and doesn't say a word.
It's five minutes to ten and the woman dressed as a devil walks up to the shivering girls.
"Ready for some fun, ladies?" She smirks as she walks toward the hayride.
Grace groans as Sarah stands up eagerly and holds out her hands to help Grace up.
"Grace chill. I'll be right next to you the entire time." Sarah soothes.
The woman must have overheard because she turns around to them.
"Yeah don't worry. Your girlfriend's got you, sweetie." She says sarcastically.
"Oh uh no. Not my girlfriend." Grace blushes.
The redhead raises her brows and hums as she turns back around and climbs onto the hayride.
Despite the fact that Sarah and Grace sit directly next to each other, Grace keeps inching closer and closer to her friend.
"Gracie, you can't get much closer to me."
"Watch me," Grace says as she presses up against Sarah even more and loops her arm around Sarah's.
Sarah just laughs at her friend.
Grace is not embarrassed by how afraid she is. I mean, it's a haunted hayride for Christ's sake! Anything could happen! Although, she is a grown woman and she should believe everyone when they tell her that she'll be fine and that the workers are not allowed to touch her...okay maybe she is a bit embarrassed. But not enough to stop complaining.
They wait for another five minutes so that more and more people can pile on the ride. There are kids as young as sixteen on this hayride and if they can do it, Grace can do it! Right? No, probably not. She's accepted the fact that she'll probably die on this hayride. Looking on the bright side, she thinks, death by hot demon woman isn't the worst way to die, right? As Sarah said before, she'd let Mrs. Devil do anything to her.
Speaking of, the redheaded woman is currently standing in front of the hayride near the driver. She claps her hands together to grab the attention of the twenty-ish people sitting on blocks of hay before her. All eyes are glued to her as the crowd goes silent.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please remember to keep your hands and feet inside the ride or else they'll probably get chopped off by your worst nightmare." The devil grins.
"Also please remember to remain silent. No screaming. No talking. Or else you'll wake up the clowns," She pauses. "And you don't wanna know what happens when the clowns wake up."
Grace grabs Sarah's knee forcefully.
"Clowns?! There's clowns in this?" Grace's eyes are wide.
Sarah pats the blondes hand with her own and smirks.
"You'll be okay, Gracie."
Will she though? Will she be okay? Because Grace is surely aware of the clown phenomenon that's been happening all across the United States. What if the real clowns are here and what if they actually kill them? Fuck. She's totally dead.
Grace clenches her jaw and stares into the darkness, waiting for something to happen. Suddenly, she hears chainsaws in the distance. She looks ahead to where the noise is coming from but she can't see anything since the only lights are the rides' headlights.
Within seconds, she hears a smash sound coming from right in front of her. People with masks on, carrying chainsaws bumped into the hayride. And oh gosh, now they're stepping onto it. Grace tries to act unafraid so that they wouldn't target her and it works. Instead, they target a girl a few seats over. The girl is screaming and the devil woman looks behind her at the terrified teenager and smirks.
Many other scary people jump onto the hayride and Grace continues to try and keep her cool but she can't suppress some screams now and then. Each time she screams, Lucifer looks back at her and smirks. She acts annoyed but she doesn't mind the attention the redhead keeps giving her. She's not sure if anything is even scary anymore when she screams, maybe it's just that she wants to see her face again. She can't tell what color her eyes are because she has red contacts in but she imagines them to be a pretty blue or green. She wants to find out. A loud noise interrupts her thoughts as she looks to her right and sees Sarah speaking to Lucifer. The ride has stopped in the middle of nowhere and everyone is looking around for an explanation.
"Sarah! What's going on?"
"The Devil just told me that the hayride broke down, I guess."
"What do you mean it broke down? We're in the middle of nowhere! What did she say we're gonna do?" Grace says in panic.
Everyone on the hayride hears Grace say this to Sarah which causes them to erupt with panic.
"Jesus, Grace. No need to scream." Sarah says, rolling her eyes.
Grace is about to answer when she hears a raspy voice interrupt her.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, there's no reason to panic. We are going to take a brief break to figure out what's going on." Lucifer says.
Of course Grace is panicking. They're in the middle of nowhere while it's pitch black outside and since the ride broke down, there's no lights.
"Uh I really have to pee."
"Well too bad, Sarah, we're gonna be here for awhile."
"No like I'm gonna pee my pants if I don't go soon," Sarah says.
Lucifer overhears their conversation.
"You can get off the ride and go in the woods if you want. All of our workers were notified of the technical difficulties so they're no longer out there."
"Ah, perfect! Thanks." Sarah starts to stand up but Grace grabs her hand.
"Are you insane? You're going into the dark woods?"
"It'll be fine. I'll be back within minutes," Sarah assures her.
Lucifer grabs something from behind her and hands it to Sarah.
"Here's a flashlight. Grace is right, it's dark in there," The redhead smiles.
With that, Sarah steps off the hayride and makes her way into the woods. Grace watches her friend disappear into the darkness. All of a sudden she hears a scream. It's coming from Lucifer.
"Oh my god! Everyone off the ride!"
Grace tries to figure out why Lucifer is freaking out so she follows the redheads gaze towards the back off the ride. Fire. The ride is on fire. Grace immediately stands up. Everyone is already off and the redheaded woman shouts her name and puts her arm around her waist to help her off the ride. Once they're off the ride, everyone starts screaming. Grace's head shoots up to see clowns with knives coming toward them. She looks to the Devil who looks terrified. Lucifer grabs her hand and runs.
"What is happening?" Grace yells after a few moments of running away.
"I have no idea! Those clowns are not our workers!"
Grace knew it. She knew something like this would happen.
Lucifer leads Grace into a small cave in the woods.
"This should be safe for now. I'm Mamrie, by the way. Do you have your phone with you?"
Grace nods and takes it out.
"Fuck. No service."
Mamrie groans.
"Oh my god. Sarah is still out there!" Grace begins to panic again.
"I'm sure your girlfriend is fine, sweetie." Mamrie rolls her eyes.
"Hey! I told you, she's not my girlfriend!"
Mamrie scoffs and sits back against a rock.
"Besides, why are you even saying that when there are killer clowns on the loose?!" Grace raises her voice.
"Hey, will you shut up? They'll hear you." Mamrie pauses, "Listen, I have pepper spray, a taser, and a pocket knife. We'll be fine."
"Okay but what about the others? What about Sarah?" Grace whispers.
"I'm sure the driver took them somewhere safe. As for Sarah, I bet she heard our screams and followed that crowd."
Grace sighs and turns her back to the redhead.
"What? Are you angry with me, sweetie?"
"Will you stop calling me that? You're saying it in a bitchy way."
"Oh really? I didn't know." Mamrie says sarcastically, "I am the Devil, after all."
Grace remains silent as she internally panics. She really needs Sarah to be okay. She wishes she could just call her but of course she can't. They're in the middle of the woods.
"So," Mamrie interrupts the silence, "you and Sarah aren't dating?"
Grace turns around to face her and scrunches her face up.
"Why do you keep saying that? You interested or something?"
"Yeah, a little," Mamrie admits.
"Well she's currently lost so if we find her maybe you can ask her out on a-"
A familiar voice interrupts her.
"Grace?"
Grace stands up immediately. She knows that voice. It's Sarah's. She peers out of the cave, Mamrie following her.
"Sarah!"
She sees Sarah walking toward her. Grace runs up to her and sees that there's blood all over her friend. The blood is coming from a gash in Sarah's arm.
"Oh my god! Are you okay? What happened?" Grace asks frantically.
She hears laughter coming from behind her so she turns and sees that Mamrie is the one laughing.
"What the hell, Mamrie?! This isn't funny! She was attacked for Christ's sake!"
Sarah begins to laugh too and Grace turns her head to the blonde.
"What's going on?" Grace asks, confused.
The two women start to laugh even harder which makes Grace angry.
"Sarah, what the fuck is happening?"
"This," Sarah pauses to catch her breath, "this is fake blood."
"It's a joke, sweetie." Mamrie smirks.
"You guys set this up?"
"Yeah, I talked to Mamrie right before the fire erupted. She wanted to play a joke on you," Sarah giggles.
"The fire was fake?" Grace asks.
"The fire is part of the ride. We do it every hayride." Mamrie explains.
"And the clowns were part of it too?"
Mamrie nods in response.
"Okay so let me get this straight." Grace turns to Sarah, "You didn't actually have to go to the bathroom?"
"Nope." Sarah answers.
"So why did you want to play this prank on me?" Grace turns to Mamrie.
Mamrie just shrugs so Sarah answers for her.
"She wanted alone time with you," Sarah smirks.
Grace stays silent for a second to think.
"Okay...but why?"
"Jesus Grace, isn't it obvious?" Sarah puts her hands on her hips.
Grace stares at her blankly.
"She likes you!" Sarah says.
Grace turns to Mamrie.
"Really?"
"I mean duh. You're super cute," Mamrie blushes, "I wanted to see if I could ask you out but then Sarah here had to interrupt our conversation!"
"Oh shut up! You took too long!" Sarah laughs.
Grace smiles. She's so glad Sarah is okay and she's so glad this was all a joke. She turns to Mamrie and smirks.
"You know you could have just asked me without scaring the shit out of me, right?"
"I could have but I didn't want to. That would've been boring! Besides, you're cute when you're scared." Mamrie grins.
"Well I would love to go out on a date with you." Grace pauses, "Unless it's at a haunted house because in that case, I'm not going!"
They all laugh and begin to walk back.
"Let's hope you don't get fired for leaving the group." Sarah says to Mamrie.
"Eh. No big deal if I do." Mamrie shrugs.
"Worth it?" Grace asks.
"Definitely." She winks.
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