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Since day one

Summary: There’s always been feelings lingering around between Y/n and Trent, and suddenly one night changes everything for the two best friends.

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He never meant to make you cry, until he did. You stared at the raindrops on the car window whilst Trent tried to talk to you, but you just heard muffles of his voice. You tried your best to erase the memory of him kissing her, but it kept replaying in your head. You didn’t want to go back to his house, he didn’t even know that you witnessed the kiss.

He was confused, he asked and asked many times but received no answer. He wondered what he did wrong. Was it something he said? No.

Trent didn’t know he broke your heart tonight.

“Y/n talk to me, what’s wrong?” He asked once again. He looked over at you and searched for your eyes but he failed.

The worst thing about it is that you’re not even allowed to get this hurt. You were friends.

He can do whatever he wants and so do you. But your heart longs for him. To him you’re just his absolute best friend. But for you, he’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of. The sweetest boy you’ve ever known, and oh how much love you have for him that he doesn’t know.

“Can you just drop me off at my apartment?” You spoke up for once.

“Sure, you’re not gonna tell me what’s going on anyways.” Trent angrily said as he parked in your driveway.

Usually you two stay in the car talking before you leave, but this time you didn’t. You slammed the door and he drove off.

You got inside and dropped all your things on the floor, tired and wanted nothing more than to sleep.

Trent: You left me with no explanation at all

You left him on read, not bothered to answer him after what happened tonight. You felt bad, he didn’t deserve to be ignored like that, but you couldn’t help how you felt.

You laid awake in your bed, unable to fall asleep. And you wished that you could wake up in the morning and forget what happened but that would be impossible.

You opened your phone and saw a missed call from Trent, it was late as well so he must be up at this hour like you.

He called again.

“Hello? You there Y/n?” He started.

“It’s late why are you calling me T?” You implored as you got up from your bed then into your kitchen to grab a glass of water.

”Why’d you mean why did are you calling me? I’m worried about you.” He said and you sat down by your couch.

“There’s nothing to worry about Trent.” You firmly confirmed. But he didn’t listen, he never does.

“You’re my best friend Y/n, I know something’s wrong. Did something happen at the party?”

“Best friend.”

You wanted to cry, to rant out all of your feelings. Yes of course something happened at the party, your heart got broken, and he didn’t even realise it. Did he even think about you when he kissed that girl?

There was always this lingering feeling between the two of you. That you liked each other maybe more than friends. But then why did he kiss her? Was he lying about how he felt about you all the time? Was it was just like a game to him?

A while ago he confessed his feelings, and so did you. It was just something that happened and afterwards it didn’t lead to anything.

You found yourself waiting like a fool for him.

“I’ll be at yours in 10.” Trent insisted and you didn’t get to speak before he hung up.

Great, you tought.

It didn’t take long until Trent arrived at your apartment, you got up from your couch to open the door for him. You immediately met his brown eyes and smelled his familiar perfume.

“I just want to talk.” He started and walked with you to your couch.

“There’s nothing to talk about Trent.” You said, avoiding his gaze on you.

“Don’t shut me out, let me help you.” He sighed as he took your hand but you declined his touch.

“No.” You said almost in a whisper.

“She was really pretty.” You began, you didn’t hesitate to bring it up although you knew that it would probably hurt you if Trent was about to explain it.

“I’m sorry, who?” He inquired as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“The girl you kissed.” You revealed as you watched his face expression change.

“Look,” He says. “I know I should’ve probably told you before, that I was seeing someone.” He shared.

Trent wanted to tell you all the time, but he knew that he couldn’t do that to you. It would hurt him too but he didn’t know why exactly.

In the time you and Trent has been friends he never once had a girlfriend. And now you haven’t given much a thought to the fact that he might actually want one. Because you knew that he was interested in you, he always have been. He’s just not good to explain his feelings, afraid that the feeling isn’t mutual even though he knows it is.

“Alright, okay.” You answered and forced a smile.

“I’m sorry I should’ve mentioned it earlier.”

“It’s not that serious anyway Y/n.” Trent went on, still unable to figure out why you are upset.

“And do you love her?” You bluntly asked and faced your head down, afraid that you’ll cry and that Trent will notice.

“Y/n, why do you care?” He questioned and you felt tears running down your cheeks.

“I don’t know maybe because we both know well that we have feelings for each other?” You snapped and looked him in the eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Trent sniffled with glossy eyes, allowing his tears to run down his cheeks.

“I really like you Y/n,I really do. I just didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” He continued confessed as you walked away from him into your room. Trent followed you and watched as you walked back and forth, figuring out what to say.

“Then why did you kiss her Trent?” You said and stopped to look at him.

“I don’t know, it was stupid of me. And no Y/n I don’t love her because..” He explained then paused.

“Because?” You pushed.

“Because you’re like the only girl I’ve ever loved really.” Trent continued and you didn’t believe what you were hearing.

“H-how long?” You stuttered, and inside you wondered how long he’s kept this from you.

“Since day one.” Trent proclaimed and took a step forward closer to you. He knew that you were shocked, and he doesn’t know how long he’s been blaming himself from keeping this from you.

You decided to close the gap between your lips. Trent placed his hands on your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You’ve been dreaming of this moment since you were a teenager, falling in love with him for the first time.

It’s always been on the tip of your tongue, but you always stop yourself from saying it and tell yourself that it’s not the right time or something else. But when Trent kisses you like he do and confesses his feelings for you, you can’t help to admit that you love him. More than a best friend.

“Trent, I think I love you.” You whispered and he smiled against your lips, leaning in for a kiss again.

Trent’s shoulders relaxed as soon as he heard you say ‘I love you’. It was like everything in his life had fallen into place now that he got the girl of his dreams.

“Can you stay the night with me?” You asked him and Trent nodded in response, then you two immediately dozed off in your bed.

You found it funny how fell asleep with the boy who broke your heart only for him to win it back a few hours later.

The both of you loved each other unconditionally, since day one.

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Geto's Golden Girl

Suguru Geto x female Reader x Gojo being Gojo

summary: You're Suguru Getos best and favourite student. He sends you on a new mission, and technically there's nothing that could go wrong. That is until you meet a former friend of your Sensei, who is all to eagier to get to know everything about you and your connection to Geto...

wordcount: around 4300

authors notes:

• not many spoilers really, but you should know what happens to Geto at the end of the jjk movie

• fanfiction takes place in an AU in which Geto will NEVER die (I'm still traumatised). Let's just say Gojo didn't have the heart to actually kill Geto at the end of jjk 0. Instead he left him severely wounded and walked away. That was your chance to save Geto and bring him home.

• English isn't my first language, so I might mix up some JJK terms.

tw: age gap (it's not a fanfic of mine if it doesn't have an age gap haha sorry), student x sensei/mentor/kinda father figure dynamic, violence, fight scenes, emotional rollercoaster, mentions of death, mentions of manipulation and kidnapping, humour, angst, fluff

Beta read by no one, I need female anime friends <3

backstory: You're one of Geto Sugurus scholars. Years ago he had rescued you from the humans of your village. You were able to see things they didn't, so they tried to exorcise you. You would've been dead if it hadn't been for Geto. Back then you were eight years old. Ever since then you lived with the sorcerer. He became your personal mentor, since he saw great potential in you and your cursed energy. The other two girls he rescued, Mimiko and Nanako Hasaba, were a few years younger than you. You viewed them as your sisters, but they never got as much attention and training from Geto like you did.

You were on your way home when you felt the first raindrop on your cheek. Looking up, the sky was gray, framed by orange-brown leaves on the trees lining the pavement. Autumn had finally arrived in Japan, and you felt relieved to bid farewell to this summer's heatwave. More raindrops fell, splashing on your dark blue jacket. Sighing, you opened your umbrella—this morning, the sky had been sunny and blue. Luckily, you always came prepared. The first humans hastened towards the stores, seeking shelter from the rain, hands raised over their heads. The sound of rain grew louder, amplified by the cars navigating the wet streets. You never particularly hated humans, but you didn't find them very interesting either. They simply coexisted with your world of Jujutsus and cursed energy. You didn't even resent the people in the village where you grew up. Hatred was a weighty emotion, and you enjoyed living an anger-free life. Eventually, your mentor Geto had accepted your relaxed attitude towards humans. Although you were probably the only one in his community that he allowed to have such a different opinion compared to his. You had always liked to talk back and had Geto questioning his will to actually teach and raise you a million times. But your were the strongest sorcerer your age, which was a big bonus point for you.

It was still raining when you reached home. The huge traditionally japanese mansion had space for your bedroom, Mimiko and Nanakos room and Geto's private chambers. Besides that there were many taijutsu practice rooms and guest rooms. Walking through the inner courtyard connecting various rooms via a small garden, the clacking sound of the Shishi Odoshi echoed across the space. Placing your umbrella on the wooden engawa, you removed your shoes and slid open the door to your room. Inside it was warm and cozy. The sound of the rain became quieter. You changed from your outdoor attire into comfortable indoor clothes and settled onto your futon. it didn't ake you long to feel tired. Sleep always came easily to you; you had a substantial need for it. The relaxing pitter-patter of the rain accompanied you into your dreams.

It didn't take Suguru Geto long to notice your return home. There was nothing in his house that the great sorcerer didn't know about, and the sight of the dark blue umbrella on your engawa was all too familiar. "Always prepared," he thought to himself. Geto was aware that you were likely asleep, as it was often the case on your days off. Despite it being only afternoon, your cursed technique of controlling all four elements of nature could be draining, requiring ample rest. Today it seemed like you just did a simple stroll through town, but even then, your cursed energy was always present. So the sorcerer waited another two hours before he sent Mimiko to wake you.

He had plans for you. He always had.

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Geto could hear your footsteps long before you entered what could be described as his living room. You closed the sliding door behind you. Outside, it was still raining. Geto's gaze fixated on you instantly. The light blue Japanese kimono wrapped your figure elegantly, and your shiny hair framed your delicate face. "You called for me, Sensei?" you asked in your typically soft voice. "Yes, my dear. Sit down, please." You settled onto the tatami mat, your movements fluent and elegant. "So much like me," he thought, observing you. "I have a mission for you, y/n. There's an abandoned mall outside of Tokyo. From what my informant said, there's a cursed spirit that is powerful enough to be of great value for us." As he spoke, he turned on the andon lamp on the flat table between you two. It was already getting dark outside. You rolled your eyes. "Let me guess – you want me to bring it to you?" The sorcerer in front of you had an amused smile on his lips, his dark eyes holding a certain allure. You were different from the rest of his followers - while they would agree unquestioningly, you always dared to contradict or doubt him. And Geto allowed it- every time. "Precisely," he continued. "I can't get it myself; I'll be occupied. And I only trust you to get this done. I know you won't disappoint me." He was right. You wouldn't. If you followed his orders, you did it to his satisfaction - every time.

"I need more details, Sensei. When should I go? Where exactly is it? Should I bring Mimiko and Nanako? They could use another training session." Geto grinned at your numerous questions. You had a love for details and disliked not knowing everything about a mission. Geto ran his large hand through his raven-dark hair, a few strands falling onto his forehead. "You will go alone. Tomorrow afternoon. One of my drivers will bring you there. Capture it in the evening and come back during the night. We can't risk being seen." The golden light of the lantern flickered in your eyes. "We?" you mocked, "You won't even be there!" Geto sighed. "You couldn't let that slide, could you, y/n?" - "No chance," you answered, now grinning too. "Alright, I will take care of your cursed spirit for you. May it help you with whatever devilish plan you're coming up with next," you said, rising to leave. Geto observed you in silence until you were almost out the door. "When did I tell you that you are dismissed already, y/n?" he asked sharply. "Oh," you retorted, wearing a hypocritically thoughtful expression, "never." You grinned and left, leaving behind your sweet scent that lingered in the air—Geto took a deep breath. Blackcurrant lychee, the same perfume he had bought you years ago.

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The mall to which Geto had sent you had been abandoned for quite a while. As you approached it, the deserted structure loomed ominously in the night, its once vibrant exterior now a faded, dreary facade against the relentless rain. The stench of dampness lingered in the air, mixing with the earthy scent of decay. The stars and the moon were shrouded in clouds, and it was raining again. Closed to the public, the mall occasionally attracted adventurous teenagers, some of whom mysteriously vanished. "Stupid mission", you grumbled to yourself, yearning for the comfort of your bed and a good book. You swore to yourself to complain to Geto once you were back. Fucking idiot for not getting his cursed spirits by himself. But since you had decided to stay out of his other mad plans as much as possible, tasks like this one were becoming more regular for you. Finding the entrance, cordoned off with barrier tape, didn't take long. Stepping inside, a familiar tingle coursed through your stomach— the cursed spirit wasn't far. All you had to do was to follow your gut feeling. Meanwhile, you carefully looked around the mall. Smaller raindrops were dripping into bigger puddles on the ground, and many store entrances were barricaded. The eeriest thing was the flickering of some of the store neon lights. Why did they still have power? Your steps echoed on the wet floor. Maybe it was the cursed energy in the mall that made some of the lights flicker. Sneaking your way into the building, you could feel the energy of the curse grew stronger. Carefully you took out your sealing box. Capturing a curse with it was pretty easy for you. Also because Geto made your practice it a million times when you were younger. He used to have this annoying little spirit that always jumped around laughing and was incredibly hard to catch. Thinking about it made you grin-but this was neither the right place nor the right time for that. Besides, you were still a little annoyed with Geto for sending you here.

Suddenly, a strange, eerie mumbling echoed through the mall. That had to be the cursed spirit! "Of cou-course I can check the ware-warehouse for the item, which is obviously already sold out." You chuckled. Sometimes, the spirits last words were quite comical. Following the echoing sounds, you traced the spirit to a secluded corner of the mall. It was a grotesque manifestation, its malformed figure adorned with bones protruding from its mouth. Its skin bore a sickly hue of purple-turquoise, marred by blisters. Despite its repulsive appearance, you sensed its huge strength, yet nothing beyond your capabilities. The cursed spirit let out a squeak upon sighting you. "Better get this done quickly", you thought to yourself. Your power of controling the elements (fire, water, earth, air) made it easy for you to capture the curse inside the sealingbox after a short fight. Once the curse was sealed, you left the corner of the mall as quickly as possible, mainly to escape the stench of the curse still lingering in the air.

You got back to the main hall and were about to take out your cell phone to text Geto's driver-when something suddenly made you pause. The main hall of the shopping mall stretched around the corner about 30 meters in front of you. You hadn't been in this area before. And suddenly you could feel something - cursed energy? But the curse was sealed in the box in your hand, wasn't it!? The energy grew stronger. Very strong. You immediately got into a fighting stance. Whatever was so strong wouldn't let you escape anyways. Footsteps—long, deliberate—echoed in the flickering neon-lit corridor. Your heart raced with apprehension. What the hell was going on!? A figure emerged from around the corner, and you froze. A man, tall and adorned in dark, sophisticated attire, stood a few meters in front of you. He was wearing simple sunglasses, but despite that, you could see how handsome he was. His blue eyes seemed to shine through his sunglasses, and white hair framed his face. Recognition dawned on you. You had heard much about him but never encountered him in person. "Fuck," you muttered, stepping back a few paces in defense. What was HE doing here!?

"'Fuck?' the man asked, scratching the back of his head thoughtfully as if contemplating what you just said. You observed him anxiously. Suddenly, his expression brightened. "Fuck? Yeah, that probably is what most women first think when they look at me!" You opened your mouth and closed it again, unable to bring out any answer. Geto had told you alot about his old friend, including that he was quite full of himself, but it seemed that you only just now understood what he really meant. It took you a few moments to compose yourself. "That's not—what I meant!", you finally defended yourself, holding the sealing box behind you defensively, anticipating any attacks from him. "Meant what? Fuck? I'm sorry love, but that's not why I'm here." He casually slipped his hands into his pockets, grinning carefreely. And you? You couldn't believe it. You had never encountered a more unserious man, that was certain! And he was Geto's best friend? The contrast couldn't be more stark between the two. "You know, I'm actually here to get to know someone. I'm looking for a girl, around (your/age) years old, (your/haircolor) hair, and with a quite good curse technique", he explained. It was obvious that he was searching for you for some reason. However, the sorcerer seemed to enjoy to tease you. But you weren't having it. "Seems like you found her then", you answered grim. "Excelent! You know, I do really hate searching!" He looked genuinely happy about it, "I heard a lot about you, my dear." You swallowed. You couldn't trust him at all. Of course he was stronger than you and whatever reason brought him here, couldn't mean anything good for you.

"What would Satoru Gojo want from me?", you asked sharply, watching his every move. "Oh, you know my name already, perfect!" The urge to wipe that stupid smile off his face grew stronger inside you. "Anyways, Miss (your/lastname), here's my brilliant plan: you're gonna give me the cursed-spirit that you captured so well. And then I will kidnap you too. Agree?" He made his plan sound like it was the best thing in the world. "What- no!", you spat out, "why would I do that?!" Gojo Satoru scratched his neck again. "Because the other option would be for you to fight me. In that case, you would obviously loose. And I personally just hate fighting a pretty woman!" His dumb comments started to trigger you, prompting you to shoot a small fire ball into his direction. You'd never surrender without a fight! "Oops!", Gojo squeaked in surprise, taking a step aside. The fireball left a hole in the old storefront of a former restaurant behind him, igniting it. He watched it burn and sighed. 'That store used to have really good Kikufuku, you know?" - „I do not care!", you shouted. Gojo was incredibly irritating. „Well", he continued, „I should've known Getos golden girl won't submit to me that easily." You raised an eyebrow. "Geto's golden girl?" - "Exactly", he said, "you are his best and favourite student after all, right? That's why I'm here, y/n." You wanted to say something sassy back, but you couldn't even deny the 'best and favourite' part. Instead a new fireball started to form in your hand. You shot it towards him- faster this time, but the tall man easily dodged it. It seemed as though Gojo was enjoying your attacks.

If only you would have enough time to flee with the captured spirit! Instead Gojo continued his unbothered talking. "You were also the one to save Geto after I defeated him, right? He must mean quite alot to you. And honestly- I can't even blame you! He is incredibly smart and hot!" - "I don't need your opinion!", you shouted, sending a wave of air in his direction. Any other opponent would have been smashed against the wall, but not Gojo. He stumbled back a few steps. "Wow! You really are talented! I understand what Geto sees in you! I'm glad he didn't lose his taste after all!" - "That's none of your business either!" Did this guy ever shut up!? "Actually, it is. Geto is my best friend as much as he is my enemy. And therefore his plans concern me. And so do his students that he manipulated into staying with him." A contemptuous sound escaped you. "I enjoy my life and freedom with Geto, and so do the others!" Gojo nodded. „I knew you'd say that. In that case, show me what you got, dear! For you, I'll take off my sunglasses. Strong fighters deserve to face me without them." He put his glasses away and his blue eyes seemed to stare into your soul. There was no escaping him. You couldn't defeat him. But you never surrendered either. And strangely enough, something within you sparked a sudden surge of fighting spirit. This was your mission for Geto! You always promised and delivered for your sensei, and you wouldn't stop just because blue-eyes decided to show up! „Fine, I'd rather die than hand over the curse or even myself!" You utilized your power over air to elevate yourself off the ground, hovering a few meters above it. In your hand, a flame grew, intensifying with each passing second. Fire was your strongest skill—essential for this battle. "This could've been much easier", Gojo sighed. Before you could answer, you were struck by a punch, hurling you through the air. How was he so fast? Luckily, your air-skills saved you. You threw the fireball back, and within seconds you and Gojo were engrossed in a fight. In the meantime, he kept shouting comments at you about your cursed techniques. "Aim a little further to the right!", "Yeah, you got me there!" , That was better!" - You couldn't answer his comments. He grew stronger with each passing moment, and soon, you found yourself crashing into walls and barraged with waves of cursed energy. You stood no chance.

So, you did the last thing you could do: you secretly did a special cursed technique, anchoring the sealing box itself firmly into the ground. Geto had taught you this particular technique. It was designed in a way that only a person of your choosing could effortlessly retrieve the box from the ground- Geto in your case. It was an impossibility for anyone else since the technique was intrinsically linked to the Sorcerer's life—yours. Then all your strength left you in exhaustion. Gojo immediately pulled you toward him, your back pressed against his, his arm against your throat. "I haven't encountered such an intriguing opponent in a while", his breath brushed against your neck, "Unfortunately, you don't stand a chance against me. I will now take you and the imprisoned curse with me. But mark my words—you will grow incredibly strong one day." - "You're... not... my sensei!' you managed to utter, straining to speak with whatever breath remained in your lungs.

"That's right, but I am!" an all too familiar soft but serious voice interjected, "and now, Gojo, my old friend, could you please release my y/n? She hates being restrained like that." - „Geto!", you shouted. In the neon light, a few meters in front of you, stood your sensei. He was clad in a dark kimono, his eyes glaring sharply at Gojo behind you. The light reflected his beautiful face. „Geto, finally! It's delighting to see you!", Gojo exclaimed enthusiastically, "I knew you'd show up eventually. You can't leave your dear y/n alone after your sources have told you that I'm here too, I understand that!" - "Release her, Gojo, now!" Your sensei's expression was more determined than ever. An intense tension crackled between the two powerful men, their presence adding to the charged atmosphere. "Gladly, Geto," Gojo replied, "but I just realized you'll have to release the cursed anchor of the sealing box in the ground. Apart from y/n, only you can open it. Nice technique you taught her, by the way." For a plit second, Geto glanced at you with pride. The anchor technique was incredibly challenging to master. "The alternative is for me to kill your student, Geto," Gojo's voice turned dangerously serious. "Geto, you need that curse! Take it and leave!" you shouted. Getos gaze met yours, and his facial expression softened immediately. "Leave you?" he asked, then turned to Gojo, "I'd sooner give up everything I've achieved in my life than to leave y/n. If you want the curse that badly, Gojo, I'll hand it over!" You stared at Geto in disbelief. You knew how much your sensei had sacrificed to reach his current position—it meant everything to him! "Geto—" you managed to say, "no...!" He looked at you, a faint smile on his lips. "It's alright, y/n. I've made my decision."

Suddenly, Gojo's grip around your neck eased, and you broke free, almost tumbling to the ground before Geto swiftly caught and supported you. Clinging to the fabric of his soft kimono, you caught the familiar scent of cedarwood. "Shh, it's alright", Geto reassured, his hand gently stroking your hair. A chuckle from Gojo drew your gaze upward. "So, there's still good in you, old friend", Gojo spoke surprsingly soft. "I'm sorry I had to put you both in this situation, but I needed to make sure Geto hadn't lost his old self. I needed to know if he still cared for those around him." Your eyes widened in realization. What the hell? „You didn't come here of your own accord, isn't that right, Gojo?", Geto asked him, "the council of Jujutsu sorcerers sent you." You looked questioningly at Geto, whose gaze was fixed on Gojo. Geto continued: "Someone told the council that I would look for the curse in the old mall. So they sent you to defeat me for good." Gojo nodded. „You have a sharp mind as always, Geto. I was instructed to end your life here, in this very mall." Realization struck you: "So the council thought Geto would show up, and instead you met me! But how did you know about me anyways? You couldn't know Geto wasn't here!", you exclaimed. "You're not entirely wrong, y/n," Gojo replied. "The council had no clue that Geto sent you. But given that Geto is my best friend, I'm usually well-informed about his actions. Thus, I assumed that for a mission like this, his top student—namely you—would likely handle it. Even though Geto couldn't have known I was waiting here for you instead."

You nodded in understanding, but suddenly, Geto's hold around you tightened. "Does the council of Jujucists know that y/n is here too, Gojo?" he asked tensely, surprising you. Geto appeared nervous. "No, they're unaware," Gojo replied. "I didn't inform the council of my suspicion of meeting y/n here instead of you. That way, I could test you, Geto, by forcing you to choose between your goals and your heart", and looking at you he said: "I would've never killed you, y/n. Because that would have meant I'd have had to fight an incredibly enraged Geto - and then I might have ended up losing after all." You shook your head. "You're completely insane, Gojo Satoru." Gojo winked at you. "Well I care about my best friend's loved ones." You rose to your feet slowly, and Geto was there, lending his support as you straightened up. You brushed the dust from the earlier fight off your clothes, then looked at two special grade jujutsu sorcerers. "And what happens next? What will you tell the council, Gojo?" - "That's a smart question, y/n. And our next problem. I could never kill Geto, but even if I didn't, the council would, if I captured him instead of killing him. You grabbed Getos arm immediately. "That's not an option!", you stated. "I know, dear. But the councils has spies anywhere, so they definitely know that I've met Geto here in the mall. And by now, they probably know about you y/n too. The only solution is for you two to leave this place immediately. Hide from the council until they give up searching for you", Gojo said, seemingly unhappy with the situation.

Geto took a step infront of you. "I won't drag y/n into fleeing and hiding from the council with me! It's dangerous and only I am responsible for my current situation!" His voices conveyed a deep seriousness. Gojo nodded understandably. "Then I'll take y/n with me, back to Tokyo Jujutsu High School. I'll tell the council that you manipulated y/n and that she's entirely innocent. And that I didn't have the physical strength to defeat you, but instead freeded y/n. This way, she can stay safe until the council stops their hunt for you." Geto nodded immediately in agreement, whilst your eyes widenend. "No!", you shouted, "I'll stay with Geto! I don't care if they chase us!" Gojo looked at you with pity. Suddenly you all heard a noise from the other side of the mall. "Geto, you need to leave! Someone's coming!", Gojo spoke hurriedly. "No, Geto no!", you pleaded, "no sensei abandons their student!" Geto leaned down to you, his expression a blend of sorrow and determination. "Listen, y/n," he spoke softly, "you're no longer just my student. I'm not your sensei anymore. You've surpassed me in wisdom and kindness. You're more than my equal now." He delicately brushed a strand of hair from your face, his gorgeously dark gaze meeting your watery eyes. "What I mean, y/n, is that you deserve a life free from the dangers I've attracted. As I'll be hunted, I want you to be safe. I trust Gojo to protect you until I return." Tears streamed down your face, making you speechless. Another sound echoed from the mall, but Geto remained composed as he continued: "You'll go with Gojo. Train at Jujutsu High School. Grow stronger, and we'll meet again. I'm certain." His words were clear, leaving no room for an argument. You nodded, sniffling, "I'll miss you terribly. Please take care." Geto nodded back, a soft smile gracing his lips. Gently tucking your hair behind your ear, he placed a tender kiss on your forehead before nudging you toward Gojo, who put an arm around you immediately.

As Geto stood up, he glanced at Gojo, "Take care of y/n. Without her, I'd be devoid of my humanity." - "I promise," Gojo affirmed. You brushed away your tears, whispering, "I'll make you proud, Geto." He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You've surpassed that already, my love," he smiled warmly. Suddenly, the screech of an eagle pierced through the broken ceiling of the mall. In the next moment, it lifted Geto off the ground, perching him on its back. "Goodbye, y/n", Geto spoke softly. The eagle let out another cry and soared into the sky. The silhouette of Geto atop the eagle diminished until it vanished into the night. You gripped Gojo's hand, tears still cascading down your cheeks. "It's okay," Gojo murmured, "I'll stay by your side until better days arrive. And until then I have just the right classmates for you to help you find your new way at Jujutsu High." You gazed at him questioningly through the wet lashes of your tears. "What do you mean by that?", you asked suspiciously, "I don't think anyone would want to be friends with someone who was with a villain for that long." Upon the Jujutsu Sorcerer's lips, there appeared a subtle yet discernible grin. "I currently have three students- one of them had an aweful father- and the other one, well, ate his villain. So I think you'll be good." You stared at Gojo. That man was always good for a surprise it seemed. "Ate...him?", you asked in disbelief. Gojos grin was now clearly visible on his face. "Exactly. You see? I'm sure Getos golden girl-", he winked at you, "will fit in just fine!"

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notacelestialbeing · 9 months

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still with you (yunjin x f!reader)

synopsis: a memory leads you to the present. an interaction that changes everything in you and yunjin’s life. the moon being your biggest fan, decides it has been too long.

warnings: pretty angsty but gets better. tons of fluff/emotional fluff. soft love making, passionate, or4l, tons of kissing. basically a kdrama moment but make it wlw and smutty. yunjin is insecure about her body at one point.

songs used: still with you by jungkook.

word count: 2.2k

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“hamkke utgo hamkke ulgo,

i dansunhan gamjeongdeuri,

naegen jeonbuyeonna bwa,

eonjejjeumilkka,

dashi geudael majuhandamyeon,

nuneul bogo marhallaeyo,

‘bogo shipeosseoyo’”

you loved yunjin, emphasis on the loved. there was no way you were going to fall for her ever again. isn’t that the promise you made to yourself? neither of you wanted this relationship to come to an end but what choice did you two have?

she still lurked in your mind even if you told yourself that you were over her. the laughs you shared together, and the tears that soaked both of your shoulders. you would never complain when it comes to yunjin. she still held a small part of your heart, even if she tore it apart, you knew better than to take it back.

you’d continue to love yunjin, even if it meant your blood would drain. at least, the blood would color a beautiful scarlet sky for her to stare into. or maybe the moon. the moon might’ve kept her company for all these years you’ve been away from her.

you were all too young when the two of you fell into what you considered love. a part of you always wished to run back into yunjin’s arms, or even the relationship you two had. you just wanted her aroma to fill your lungs again. her arms to securely embrace every insecurity you had. to kiss every fear you had, away.

perhaps for a lover like you, these things could only happen in your dreams. you wish you could find your way back to her and tell her how much your heart misses her. how it stares at the moon, wondering if she’s looking back at it. a messenger between the two of you.

“hwangholhaetteon gieok soge,

na hollo chumeul chweodo biga naerijana,

i angaega geotil ttaejjeum,

jeojeun ballo dallyeogal ge,

geuttae nal anajweo.”

all your memories led you to this moment. the universe was playing tricks on you, there was no way you had just seen yunjin on the bus. you wanted to believe she wasn’t real; a figment of your imagination. music played through your headphones as you stared out into the evening glow of the sky.

cherry blossoms were flying around the city, like they were trying to speak to you. staring into your eyes, was the moon peeking from the falling evening sky. seeing yunjin was like all the memories were playing in front of you. thinking of times when being young meant being careless. you two were meant to love.

you saw how her black luscious hair flew around as the wind coming from the open bus window complimented her hair. beauty had reached her skin, an afterglow of growing up, visible whenever she smiled. your heart was aching to grab her and show her that what you felt wasn’t a joke, perhaps it was the wrong time when you two were young.

the bus came to a halt as yunjin got up to get off at her stop.

incheon.

life couldn’t have gotten any crazier than this. you two first held hands at the incheon bus stop, back in high school.

you grabbed your tote bag and got off of the bus, after all, you two lived in the same neighborhood ever since you two were kids. a few raindrops had begun to fall from the overwhelmed evening sky. perhaps, it felt what you felt. the sound of cars honking and speeding filled your ears.

you walked behind yunjin, not knowing if talking was going to do anything. it had been years since you two last spoke. the evening breeze lightly kissed your skin as you guys walked in silence, the rain beginning to pour with thunder following. kind of like you and yunjin.

yunjin was the rain, you were the thunder. you two were always meant to be.

“jeo dari weroweo boyeoseo,

bamhaneure hwanage ulgo inneun geot gataseo,

eonjenga achimi oneun geol almyeonseodo,

byeolcheoreom neoye haneure meomulgo shipeosseo”

“the moon looks incredibly lonely tonight.” a simple sentence left her mouth, your heart couldn’t help but swoon over her matured voice.

“so does the star next to it.” you two spoke to each other like a language that only the two of you could understand.

you gazed far into the moon. you two had stopped walking and stared at the moon in awe, it shone a tad bit brighter tonight. like his tears were glimmering with hope for your love for yunjin. you couldn’t help but notice how the star next to it, shone even brighter in her eyes.

“how have you been yunjin?” you broke the moment with a question.

“i’ve been good. i’ve grown into a better human. i have.” her lips wanted to say so much more but her heart could only handle so much when it saw you.

“harureul geu sunganeul,

ireoke dwel geol arattamyeon,

deo damadweoteul tende,

eonjejjeumilkka,

dashi geudael majuhandamyeon,

nuneul bogo marhallaeyo,

‘bogo shipeosseoyo’”

“i’ve missed you yunjin. oh so much.” your voice quivered as you spoke the words of your heart.

she stared at you with a sad smile, holding a lot of meaning.

the rain had completely drenched the two of you. tears filled yunjin’s eyes as her feelings came rushing back in. she had waited years for you to say this. maybe then, the universe had wanted something different. but tonight, the universe wanted nothing but to see the two of you with each other.

she smiled through the gust of downpour that raided your moment. the moon stared into her eyes, being the best wingman she could ask for. she grabbed your face in her delicate hands, and leant in. a kiss that lasted forever.

the world around you had come to a halt. even the rain had changed directions, letting you two savor what was yet to come. the wind blew around you two, blowing the wet cherry blossoms out of your way. birds chirped into the sky, a melody forming between them from all the happiness.

you pulled back and rested your forehead on her. you two chuckled as the world continued to move again. you grabbed yunjin’s hand and ran under the rain. there was no reason to go home, when your home was right next to you. you guys laughed as the cars splashed you with water.

not a care in your minds, just the thought of the universe giving you two with this moment.

you guys ran until you had reached your neighboring houses. pants fell from your mouth. you were gazing at yunjin. she looked beautiful no matter how much rain had worn off her lightly covered makeup. you put your keys in the lock, twisting it as quickly as possible. your parents had gone out of town for work matters.

there was no time to waste tonight. it had been seven years since you talked to her. you were going to show her how much love was pent up inside your little heart for her. you two walked up the stairs quietly. no conversation took place, a passionate silence fell between you guys.

you opened the door to your bedroom, which had changed a lot ever since you grew up. the walls were coated with a thick indigo color. the seat by your window which was once covered with a mess of your clothes, was now replaced with a neatly placed white blanket and blue pillows.

the light in your room was dimmed as the rainstorm outside took the entire show. you reached for yunjin’s hand and clasped it into yours as you led her to your bed. it was decorated with white silk sheets. the room felt more like you to her. it held the comfort you gave her racing heart.

“wow, your room has changed so much. even you, you’ve changed so much. you’re so mature now.” she spoke her thoughts out loud.

“it has been seven years my love.” her cheeks were coated with a deep red.

she reached for the back of your neck with her hands and pulled you on top of her by the collar of your plaid shirt. her eyes were soaking with a desire that made your knees weak.

“eoduunbang jomyeong hana eopshi,

iksugaejimyeon an dweneunde,

geuge tto iksugae,

najimagi deullineun,

i eeokeon sori,

igeorado eopseumyeon,

na jeongmal muneojil geot gata.”

the dark room held you two sanely close. your hands felt around her skin, touching ever so lightly. you wanted her to feel what you were feeling. you two couldn’t keep your lips off of each other. her hands lifted off the tank top you were wearing, only wanting to feel your skin on hers.

“please show me how much you love me tonight. i trust you. i love you so much and i always will.” she hushed out. you softly undressed her, not wanting to scare her. kissing down her body with every garment you took off.

she was like a swan. an angel. a celestial in your bed.

her body was like the most gorgeous piece of art. you slowly leant down and kissed inside her thighs. the rain hit the windows faintly.

you saw yunjin cover her body with her arms. a saddening feeling settled in your stomach. she was like a painting yet afraid of everything she was.

“my love. you never have to hide in front of me. i love you for who you are. i love all the flaws you think you have because you’re flawless. i love any imperfections you think you have. we aren’t born perfect and we never will be born perfect. perhaps that’s what makes us humans so perfect. let me kiss every insecurity you have, away.” you saw her eyes fill with tears, her arms slowly inched away from her body.

“i love you, to the milky way and beyond.” you two chuckled at what she said.

you took off her white panties and kissed her pussy with so much love. it was your first time just like it was her first time. your hearts were racing but in synchronization. you made love to her like no other. your hands held hers as you took your time playing around with her clit.

you dipped your tongue into her wetness, feeling a sudden rush down your spine. you were going insane over her sweet pineapple-ly taste. a flavor you loved and savored ever since you had first met yunjin. her body smelt like pineapples whenever she was with you.

“just like that baby. you’re doing so good for me.” yunjin moaned politely. it was like a siren’s call. like the sweet sound of a flute in the early morning. it was everything you needed to show her how much you missed her.

you could feel how close she was from the way her legs shook around your head. her hips were bucking into your face, wanting everything from you but wanting to give you back just as much. her whimpers heightened in volume as she orgasmed.

her orgasm was like a new beginning, a new dawn. so unfamiliar yet it felt just like it belonged to you. your body filled with pride and heat as you felt a sense of accomplishment. you wanted to show your love and you did just that.

yunjin breathed out from her euphoric state of mind and pulled you up by the hand, laying you beside her. an adorable sight settled in front of you as you saw how in love she looked. her fingers traced your lips, wanting a taste of what you had. she inched closer to you and took in your bottom lip as she moaned at her taste.

“nothing could ever make me feel like you, my love. even your love makes me feel high, just like that orgasm did earlier.” she quietly spoke as she continued to stare at your big brown eyes.

“nothing could’ve made me happier. i’m so happy we finally spoke with one another. maybe it wasn’t us that had the courage, but the moon. it spoke to me everyday until i finally saw you. it made me realize how much i love you. i’ve missed you since the beginning of time and i promise to stay next to you till the end of the time. back then, it felt right but the time was wrong. but today, something inched you and i closer. everything felt right, even the time.” you confessed to yunjin who couldn’t help but wrap you up in her arms.

your words felt like heaven to her. she had never been so happy. hell, even her heart was leaping inside her chest. you both stared out into the stormy night, the moon catching your eye. realizing, it was truly the moon’s doing. you guys were his favorite lovers after all.

“even if the both of us had gone different ways, i hope you would know that i’d still be with you.” a thought swam around your mind.

“i’m still with you. till the end of time.” yunjin felt you smile into her chest.

the moon smiled to himself, knowing his job here was done. he shone brighter to show you guys that he’s still with you. till the end of time.

“nal baraboneun himihan miso dwipyeone,

areumdaun borasbicheul geuryeobollaeyo,

seoro balgeoreumi an majeul sudo itjiman,

geudaewa hamkke i gireul geotgo shipeoyo,

still with you.”

#yunjin x reader #huh yunjin x reader #huh yunjin x you #yunjin x you #yunjin imagines #lesserafim fluff #le sserafim #lesserafim yunjin #lesserafim x reader #yunjin smut #huh yunjin smut #lesserafim smut #kpop imagines #gxg fluff #gxg imagine #lesserafim imagines

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thornsnvultures · 1 year

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petrichor

bucky barnes x plus size!fem!reader

18+ | ~600 words | cw: car sex, unprotected sex, oral, bucky's a bit feral in this one

Rainy days have always been your favorite. The pitter-pattering sound of raindrops hitting the ground. The way the air changes, that petrichor scent that permeates the air. It's both soothing and electric the way your body reacts to a rainstorm.

You feel it now, with your face pressed up against cold glass, dying for a few drops of that cool rain to soak your heated skin, you feel the electricity sourcing through you.

"Oh fuck, right there!'

It builds and makes your whole body shake, sizzling just under your skin.

"Bucky, fuck! Feels so good."

You drool against the rain soaked window in the backseat of Bucky's car. He grips your cheeks as he nuzzles into your cunt from behind, spearing you with his tongue.

He doesn't say a word. The groans tearing from his throat match the rumbling, rolling thunder outside.

The car creaks as Bucky shifts his weight, rocking like a boat adrift on a gentle sea. You're just a lost, head floaty and weightless as Bucky slips two thick fingers into your heat. They curl and flex against you like convulsing waves, a riptide pulling you further and further into its depths until you're crying out. Lungs seizing and gasping for breath, your cries shatter like the electric bolts that fill the sky.

Bucky's mouth doesn't leave your skin even as you come back down to earth. He traces lines with his slicked fingers across your dimpled skin that his tongue dutifully follows.

"So beautiful." It's murmured like a prayer as his lips travel the length of your spine. Bucky watches you shiver and pulls you back into his lap, spreading your thighs wide atop his own. His metal fingers trail across your belly softly fluttering against his cold touch. "You're perfect."

"Bucky."

"I know. I know, honey."

His scent surrounds you now, mingling with your own and the downpour outside. Your head falls back and into the crook his neck as he lines himself up with your dripping entrance. A hiss falls from his lips as he enters you slowly, a hand on his thick length keeping his need to fill and claim at bay until he knows you can take it.

"Bucky, please," you whisper into his neck, lips catching on the stubble that creeps down faster than he can shave it away again.

He's not Thor, not a god with influence over fickle whims of weather, but the growl that tears through his chest and into yours, the way his control snaps and his hips thrust with wild abandon, he may as well be. You're rocketed through the clouds and above unbending gray skies and into the heavens. His hips propelling you straight to bliss in a way no other lover could dream of.

Bucky takes and takes, holds you open with those strong thighs of his and claims your body as it was always meant to be. His.

He yearns to break you again, to feel you crest over that edge one more time so he can meet you there and bask in each other's pleasure. And it doesn't take long, his strong hands finding the pearl between your lips and stroking you there into another oblivion until he's right there with you, strung tight and gasping into your hair as he stuffs you full and marks you with his spend.

Limp and warm in his arms is where you stay as the clouds clear outside. The windows coated in fog and rain blur you from the rest of the world and you're in no rush for that to change. Safe in the cocoon of your making, away from expectation, you spend a rainy day together.

#bucky barnes fan fiction #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x plus size!reader #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes imagines #my fics

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gaypirate420 · 10 months

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Thunderstorm // Jasper W. Hale.

Jasper Whitlock Hale x Male!ND!reader

Summary: You don't fuck with thunderstorms. Reader is neurodivergent.

A/N: based on my own experiences. I'm the target audience of this fic.

Fluff. A bit of Angst, just tiny.

Stimming. Fidget toys. Sensitivity to loud noises. Headphones use.

There was a very refreshing and comfortable breeze when you got out of home.

You put on your headphones and started walking, you looked up at the grey sky and smiled at your schedule for today.

You were going to see your boyfriend and he'll probably bury you on a bunch of cozy blankets and he'll make you your favorite food, it was going to be perfect, as long as it didn't rain too much.

Thunder, you hate it— but the rain was fine, it's the loud crashing of the thunder that makes you feel overwhelmed.

You liked the rain, it was okay, as long as you stay dry, it made the plants smell nice and you had the perfect excuse to borrow one of Jasper's sweaters.

You looked down at the sweater you are currently wearing, it still smelled like your boyfriend's cologne and he always hold a scent of old leather, like an old book.

You stayed still on the side walk while your eyes looked up, waiting for the light to turn red, you were tapping your fingers to the sound of the music on your headphones, you heard a car stoping right infront of you, a familiar grey car.

"Need a ride, handsome?" Jasper greeted you with a small smirk, you waved at him and nodded, you quickly walked around the car and got on the seat.

"Hi, Jazz." You spoke softly, the vampire smiled and leaned to kiss your lips before his eyes got on the road again.

"You could have told me to pick you up, sugar." Jasper said softly, you took off your headphones and looked at him.

"I had planned to walk today because—rain." You explained, Jasper nodded, a couple of raindrops were starting to fall.

Jasper knows you and cars don't mix, and you hate when you have to take the bus or a long road trip when it's raining, it makes you extremely anxious.

But you trust him to drive you around.

The vampire smiled when he noticed you tapped your thighs with your fingers as you looked at the windshield, looking how the small rain drops falled on the glass.

You started to talk about your morning, what you had for breakfast, your dream and you finished by saying that you were hungry.

The vampire only smiled wider as he heard you talk every thought that was in your head.

Jasper felt that there was a slight change on your emotions the moment the rain got a bit louder, the vampire saw your head looking outside and how your fingers fidget with the sleeves of the sweater that he just realized was the one missing from his closet.

Your emotions peaked when you saw the car infront stopped abruptly, making Jasper to stop too, you gasped in fear and cling onto his arm. You turned around to face him, the color drained from your face, the vampire felt his dead hearth break a little.

You jumped the moment the other car's started to beep their horns.

"It's okay, pretty boy." He whispered and took your hand, he placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles and you felt a wave of calmness washing over you, you took a deep breath.

"Okay." You whispered softly and placed your headphones back on your head and discreetly pick up your fidget toy from your backpack.

"You're okay, darlin'." He reassured you, you nodded and he gives your hand a soft squeeze. You nodded your head.

He gives you one last look before starting to drive again this time a bit slower until you feel at ease again.

After a couple of minutes he gently tapped your arm, you looked at him and took one headphone off.

"How about we pick up something from your favorite restaurant?" He proposed with a smirk, you smiled immediately and nodded your head in agreement before flapping your hands in excitement.

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Jasper hold you close, you were wrapped in a cozy blanket and trapped on his lap, his arms hugging your waist in a loving embrace while you finished eating your favorite food from your favorite restaurant.

The vampire looked at you, you were too focused on the television and your food, he smiled and pressed a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

He listened to your talking about the show, it was your favorite show and it made him so happy seeing you talk about all you know about it with a huge smile on your face.

There was a flash outside the home.

And then, a loud crashing sound.

You cringed at the sound, there was a horrible tingling sensation on your body before you covered your ears.

The loud rain and the whipping sound of the air rang through your ears.

Jasper sit up straight and his hands went to your arms, his icy fingers making a soothing movement in your skin.

There was another loud crash and you cringed again, this time you audibly whined and Jasper felt his heart aching.

He gently sits you on the couch and used his speed to grab your headphones, you looked at him moving so fast in awe that it distracted you from the storm for a second.

Jasper placed the headphones on your head and smiled softly.

"Everything okay? Need anythin'?" He asked softly, you shaked your head no and he lean over to kiss your lips, the vampire pulled away and walked over the windows, closing the curtains.

"You're okay, darlin'. Nothing will hurt you." Jasper reassured you before sitting down at your side and hold your hand.

"I don't like thunder." You murmured, sounding like you were about to cry, he kissed your cheek.

"I know, my darlin'. You're safe here with me, okay?" He spoke gently, you nodded and his arms wrapped around your waist again, his head nuzzling in your shoulder making you chuckle softly.

"I won't let anything hurt you, my love." Jasper spoke softly and kissed your cheek again making you smile faintly, you were still a little shaken.

"Okay." Was all that you said, he knew his words went straight to your hearth, you were blushing and clearly flustered.

You meet his gaze and leaned over, you looked like you wanted to say more but instead you choose to close the small gap between your lips and his, he gladly kissed you back.

"I love you, Jazz." You whispered softly, feeling a between shy and confident at your words. Jasper smiled and kissed you again. You don't say it that much, not because you don't love him of course.

"I love you too, pretty boy." He whispered back and place you back on his lap and wrapping you again on that cozy blanket.

The rain was loud but you didn't care now that Jasper had you feeling all safe and warm.

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dinodontwait · 2 months

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Whispers in the Rain

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x fem!reader

Genre: bestfriend's brother au, romance, friends to lovers

Summary: Y/n and Seungcheol, brought together by a rainy day and shared laughter, navigate the unexpected blossoming of their connection. As Y/n confesses her feelings, the story explores moments of consent, vulnerability, and the joy found in unexpected surprises.

Word Count: 1.4k

The sound of rain tapping against the window provided a comforting backdrop as I sat on Haneul's couch, engrossed in a book. Haneul, my best friend, was out running errands, leaving me alone in her cozy apartment. Little did I know that this rainy afternoon would be the beginning of something unexpected.

Seungcheol, Haneul's older brother, entered the apartment with a warm smile. Raindrops clung to his hair, and he looked tired yet strangely charming. "Hey there, Y/n. Haneul still out?"

I smiled back, feeling a subtle flutter in my chest. "Yeah, she'll be back soon. How was your day, Cheol?"

Seungcheol settled into the armchair across from me, and his presence brought a sense of ease. "Long day at work, as usual. But seeing you here makes it better."

As the rain continued to pour outside, we engaged in casual conversation, the unspoken tension lingering between us like a silent agreement. I closed my book, and we found ourselves laughing and sharing stories. Seungcheol's exhaustion seemed to dissipate in the warmth of our connection.

Haneul's abrupt return broke the spell. She entered the apartment, soaked from head to toe, complaining about forgetting her umbrella. Seungcheol chuckled and offered her a towel, their sibling banter filling the room. I couldn't help but observe their closeness, a twinge of longing growing within me.

We decided to cook together, the three of us transforming the kitchen into a haven of laughter and shared moments. Seungcheol and I effortlessly fell into a rhythm, our movements synchronized as if we had been doing this forever. The aroma of our efforts filled the air, and the evening unfolded into a tapestry of shared dreams and aspirations.

As night fell and the rain persisted, Seungcheol offered to drive me home. I accepted, and the car ride became a quiet symphony of unspoken feelings. Raindrops danced on the car roof as we shared glances, the air thick with anticipation.

When Seungcheol skillfully parked the car in front of my apartment, he reached over to grab an extra umbrella. The rain still drizzled, and the soft pitter-patter of drops on the roof created a serene ambiance. With a gentlemanly gesture, Seungcheol stepped out of the car and swiftly opened the door for me.

I hesitated for a moment, appreciating the chivalrous act. "Thanks for the ride, Cheol. And for the wonderful evening."

Seungcheol's smile held a subtle warmth as he shielded us both under the umbrella. "Anytime, Y/n. I enjoy our time together."

As I ascended the stairs to my apartment, I couldn't shake the lingering feeling of unspoken connection with Seungcheol. The rain continued its gentle serenade, adding a sense of intimacy to the moment. Before I could second-guess myself, I turned back and descended the stairs.

"Seungcheol!" I called out, catching him just before he could get back into his car. He turned, his expression curious yet hopeful.

"Yeah?" he replied, a questioning look in his eyes.

A nervous smile played on my lips as I took a deep breath. "Would you like to come up for a cup of coffee? It's the least I can do for the ride and the wonderful evening."

Seungcheol's eyes sparkled with surprise, a warm smile spreading across his face. "I'd love to, Y/n."

The short walk up to my apartment felt both longer and shorter than usual. The raindrops had slowed, but the air was charged with anticipation. I fumbled with my keys, finally unlocking the door and inviting Seungcheol inside.

The cozy warmth of my apartment enveloped us as I prepared the coffee. Seungcheol sat on the couch, his gaze wandering around the room. The silence was comfortable, the unspoken connection between us growing more palpable.

I handed him a cup of coffee, taking a seat beside him. We sipped in silence for a moment, the rain creating a gentle soundtrack in the background. The weight of unspoken words hung in the air, and I couldn't help but feel the need to break the silence.

"So," I began, a hint of a smile playing on my lips, "how did we end up here? Sharing coffee in my apartment after a rainy day."

Seungcheol chuckled, his eyes meeting mine. "I guess life has a way of surprising us. But I'm not complaining. This has been a good surprise."

Encouraged by his response, I opened up a bit more about my feelings. "Seungcheol," I began, my voice a bit shaky, "there's something I need to tell you. Something I've been feeling for a while now." I met his eyes, finding a mix of curiosity and warmth.

He nodded, his expression encouraging. "You can tell me anything, Y/n."

I took a moment, gathering my thoughts. "Every time we spend time together, something in me... it's like there's this unspoken connection, and it's been growing stronger. I never expected it, but I can't ignore it anymore. I think I have feelings for you, Seungcheol."

His eyes widened with surprise, a moment of shock passing across his face. Before he could respond, I quickly added, "But, you don't have to feel the same way. I just needed to be honest with you, and I don't want things to be awkward between us. It's okay if you don't—"

Seungcheol gently placed a finger on my lips, silencing my rambling words. His eyes held a mix of amusement and warmth. "You talk too much when you're nervous, Y/n."

I blushed, realizing I needed to rein in my anxious chatter. Before I could say anything more, Seungcheol leaned in, our faces inches apart and I instinctively closed my eyes. However, just before our lips met, Seungcheol paused, his warm breath lingering on my skin.

His voice, a gentle whisper, reached my ears, "Y/n, is it okay if I kiss you?"

My eyes fluttered open in surprise, meeting his gaze. The sincerity in his eyes and the respect he showed in asking for consent made my heart skip a beat. A shy smile formed on my lips, and I could feel the warmth of a blush creeping onto my cheeks.

"Yes," I whispered, the single word carrying all the anticipation and excitement of that moment. He wasted no time to capture my lips in a soft, unexpected kiss. Time seemed to stand still as the world outside the window blurred into insignificance.

When he pulled away, a playful glint danced in Seungcheol's eyes. "Let's go on a date!"

My heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Um, yeah, about that... We should probably talk to Haneul first, don't you think?"

Seungcheol chuckled, understanding the practicality of the situation. "Right. We wouldn't want to blindside her with this. Let's talk to Haneul together, and then we can plan our date. Deal?"

"Deal," I agreed, the warmth of the moment lingering in the air. Just as I thought the moment couldn't get any more enchanting, Seungcheol leaned in for another kiss, sealing our unspoken promises in the tender embrace of the rain-kissed night.

As Seungcheol and I lingered in the soft aftermath of the kiss, the rain outside continued its gentle serenade. The unspoken echoes of connection had found their voice in the quiet whispers of our hearts, a sweet melody blending seamlessly with the rhythmic cadence of the rain.

BONUS:

A few days later, Seungcheol and I found ourselves nervously knocking on Haneul's apartment door. The anticipation of revealing our budding connection to her was palpable.

Haneul opened the door, her eyes narrowing playfully. "What are you two doing here together?"

Seungcheol and I exchanged a quick glance before sharing a sheepish smile. "Well, we have something to tell you," I began, my voice carrying a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Haneul arched an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Spill it."

Taking a deep breath, Seungcheol spoke, "Y/n and I have been spending more time together, and, well... we realized there's something more than just friendship between us."

Haneul's eyes widened with surprise, and then a delighted smile spread across her face. "Are you telling me what I think you're telling me?"

I nodded, a blush creeping onto my cheeks. "Yes, Haneul. Seungcheol and I... we're giving this a shot. We wanted to be honest with you."

Instead of the expected teasing, Haneul embraced us both. "Finally! I've been waiting for this to happen. You two are perfect for each other."

Relief washed over us as we all shared a laugh, the tension dissipating. Haneul looked between us with a mischievous grin. "So, when's the first official date?"

Seungcheol squeezed my hand, and I couldn't help but smile. "Actually, we were hoping you'd join us for dinner to celebrate."

Haneul's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Count me in! Let's make it a night to remember."

#seventeen fanfic #svt x reader #seungcheol x reader #scoups x reader #choi seungcheol x reader #svt fic #svt fanfic #seventeen fluff #svt series

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jjuniehao · 1 year

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[02:09 pm]: kwon soonyoung

“warm socks to make sure our toes don’t fall off?”

“check.”

“a blanket?”

“check.”

“snacks?”

“triple check.”

“a kiss from the love of my life?”

soonyoung bats his lashes at you, turning his cheek towards you expectantly. reaching forward you pull face closer to you, pressing a trail of kisses from the apple of his cheek to his lips. “check!” he grins, stealing another peck from you before he closes the trunk. “ah, i’m so excited,” he sighs happily, the two of you getting into the car and making your way to your camping destination.

you’re not a nature-y person per se, enjoying a casual hike or late night stroll through a park with your boyfriend if the occasion arises — going camping, on the other hand?

completely undiscovered territory.

on paper the idea sounds great. getting away from everything, just you and soonyoung. cuddled up in a tent together, roasting marshmallows, watching the stars, maybe taking a dip in the nearby lake? it sounds absolutely, positively like a dream.

you’ve barely been on the road for more than an hour when the delightful atmosphere in the car begins to change, the music you were happily singing along to blending into the backround while you and soonyoung look out the windows worriedly, dark clouds making you check your weather app nervously.

“soonie, didn’t you say you checked the weather?” you can feel his hand on your thigh twitch a little, a grimace on his face, “i did, i swear i did! maybe just not..recently..” he mutters the last part, making you scoff at him in disbelief, “what?”

“i checked last week! and i didn’t think it would change that much and we both finally got the same day off for once so i just figured that it would be fine..who knows when we will both get time off together again?” there’s a pout on his face, and while you want to be a little mad at him, you could’ve checked the weather too, you suppose. you sigh and intertwine your fingers with the hand he has on your thigh, bringing it up to kiss the back of his hand.

“what now? do we just camp in the rain?”

soonyoung thinks for a second, “setting up a tent in this weather,” he gestures outside, the fat raindrops hitting the window almost aggressively, “doesn’t seem very romantic remote getaway, does it?”

you giggle at him and the sound makes him smile, tightening his grip on your hand. “maybe we just..camp at home? pillow fort with some extra steps, you know.” soonyoung smiles at the suggestion, and if he wasn’t busy driving, he’d squish your cheeks and pepper your face with kisses for being so cute.

“but i was so excited to take so many pretty pictures of you! my baby making a fire, my baby looking all pretty under all the trees and the night sky— ah, i’m so sad now,” he whines jokingly, though you know there’s real disappointment hidden under his theatrics.

when he stops at a red light you take your chance, gripping his face and pulling it towards you, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, “i promise we’ll have a real camping trip, okay? for now you’ll just have to be satisfied with a tent in our living room,” another quick kiss to his lips before the light turns green, “and me in that tent, of course.”

he grins, an excited laugh bubbling in his chest, “i’m holding you to that promise, baby.”

there’s a comfortable silence in the car, you quietly humming along to the tune playing through the speakers, eyes following the rain drops racing each other on the window. soonyoung clears his throat, making you turn to him, “maybe we can still try a fire to roast some marshmallows? there’s no smoke detector in the bathroom—“

“soonyoung!”

part of the bucketlist boyfriends series

*i can’t link it since it won’t show up in tags if i do <\3

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fanfic-corner · 1 year

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10–50k Destiel Fics

Hello everyone! Here are some novella length fics for your reading enjoyment :D

In Due Time (Dean Winchester is Saved) by caelum_writes (11k)

A 26-year-old Dean is transported to 2021 and confronted with the unfathomable - a future where he is happy, safe, and loved.

Equinox by luchia (12k)

In which Castiel is the weird time-traveling freak who just might be the love of Dean Winchester's life.

let the waters rise. by outpastthemoat (13k)

When Dean thinks about it later, he could almost swear it had been raining the day Castiel left. But the rain came after. Castiel leaves on a day with no clouds, a day with golden sunlight warming Dean throughout. It happens without warning, like lightning striking out of a clear blue sky.

It’s raining when he throws his bags in the Impala and it’s raining when he turns on the interstate and it’s still raining when he hits the state line so he keeps on going. Dean drives and it rains, so he turns on his windshield wipers and watches raindrops sliding down the windshield and flicking away into the gray air, and he just keeps thinking that this can’t be happening. It just can’t.

25¢ pocket guardian angels by hopelessheathen (13k)

Dean walks into his local bank one day and notices that someone has filled the old gumball machine with these tiny, wiggling, sentient angels in individual plastic packaging. Deeply concerned about their air supply and the fact that they're trapped there in the sun, he starts pumping in quarters to rescue them. This is worse than leaving a dog in an overheating car.

Now he's got forty of the little guys running all over his house, and god knows how many others might be trapped and dying all over the city.

Hands, From Which All Things Are Built by MajorEnglishEsquire (14k)

Castiel travels with the angel tablet and without the Winchesters. One day, Dean gets a text from some anonymous number. (They speak in the language of need.)

for which no words exist by MediaWhore (14k)

"Dear Cas who art in my bathtub, give me the strength to be honest about how I feel. For your sake and for mine. Forgive me all the times I wasn’t in the past, all the words I should have said but didn’t. And please stay. Please stay with me when all is said and done. Amen. "

Dean rescues a newly human Cas from the Empty. That's the easy step.

Falling Home by sunshinewinchesters (15k)

The angels have fallen and all Dean knows is that he needs to find Castiel, blizzard and feelings be damned.

Written On Your Skin by noxsoulmate (16k)

When the handprint Cas left on his shoulder flares back to life, Dean knows something is wrong. Moving Heaven and Hell, he’s able to find his best friend – imprisoned and covered in writing. Every meaningful word ever spoken between them is etched into Cas’ skin, fading slowly, one line at a time. A battle against time begins because once the last line vanishes Castiel’s memories will be gone with it. Not only of Dean, but of everything he has ever learned from him about humanity, love, and free will.

love bade me welcome by mmtion (23k)

Cas gives Dean a wooden carving to celebrate their fifth wedding anniversary. But, despite their friends freaking out about it, it's not like that.

(or; Dean and Cas build a gentle life together, in the wrong order.)

Morning Glory by edgarallanrose (25k)

Dean can no longer hunt, Cas has gone from Warrior of God to beekeeper, and Sam has left home. Taking place two years after the Season 12 finale, Dean and Cas have to learn what it means to be themselves, and who they are meant to be to each other, without the threat of an impending apocalypse hanging over their heads.

Dream House by breathingdestiel (26k)

Castiel Shurley and his best friend Dorothy Baum have decided to move in together. After his aunt assumes they are dating, she offers them money for the house, but only if they apply for a famous reality show ‘Dream House’. Since they could use the money and he doesn’t want to come out to his aunt, Castiel and Dorothy agree to fake date for the show. But things go wrong when Dorothy falls in love with the show’s producer and Castiel starts to develop feelings for one of the hosts.

Dean Winchester is a co-host of ‘Dream House’, along with his brother. Sam, being a realtor, finds a fixer-upper and Dean turns it into a perfect house for their clients. Even though he has what most people only dream about, Dean is incredibly lonely. He had bad experiences with relationships in the past and he doesn’t think he will ever meet anyone who can earn his trust. Until he meets Castiel.

On Drowning by domesticadventures (28k)

The absolute last thing Dean would ever admit, after saving Cas' life, is that it was all thanks to the unhealthy amount of time he spent reading about drowning on Wikipedia.

Not that he's not grateful, but what he really needs is an instruction manual for everything that comes after.

A Hard-Won Peace by patheticfangirl (28k)

“Afterlife” no longer means forgetting what happened during life.

In Heaven, Dean is tormented by peace and freedom until he reunites with an also-struggling Castiel. Together, they work through issues they couldn’t leave behind, hoping to find something resembling happiness.

Three Funerals and a Wedding by Englandwouldfall (29k)

“So, um…basically, it’s this… I need you to marry me. For plot.”

Castiel stares at him.

“What?” Dean asks, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably.

“I cannot believe gay marriage came to Moondoor before a significant part of America.”

break the skin (to break the barriers) by sobsicles (29k)

Dean is silent for a long, tense moment, then he gruffly says, "It's not for banishing the angels. It's to summon them. So, it doesn't—it's not to get rid of 'em, but to draw 'em in."

Mitzi can't help but glance up at him at that. His voice is so heavy with so much unexplained pain, and she doesn't understand why, or what angels have to do with it. She knows religion can impact people. She's very aware that it can get complicated, and that it can be a huge source of pain for someone, but Dean sounds grievously wronged, somehow, as if it's a truly personal thing.

She pushes through, focusing back on her job, clearing her throat before murmuring, "Well, I guess we all want angels to visit us sometimes."

"Just the one," Dean mumbles.

"Your guardian angel?" Mitzi asks.

Dean breathes out, "Something like that. As close to one as an angel will ever get."

Lucky Winner by natmoose (31k)

Dean wins a trip to Paris. In and of itself, that’s an amazing thing, but the problem is: he isn’t in a relationship with Lisa anymore, and the trip requires a romantic partner. The obvious choice is Cas, his roommate and best friend of 3 years, but coming with that are some very very complicated feelings and things Dean absolutely doesn’t want to deal with.

But Dean isn’t selfish and also really wants to give his overworked best friend a well deserved holiday, so the only and best solution is to take Cas to Paris, romantic theme be damned. What Dean doesn’t know is that their whole trip will be documented by a photographer from the company - so to avoid their vacation being cut short, Dean and Cas will have to convincingly play a couple.

First Gentleman Wanted by youaresunlight (31k)

President of the United States Castiel Novak is popular, charismatic, and knee-deep in campaigning for a second term. He’d be the ideal candidate if it weren’t for the fact that he hasn’t dated once while in political office. With his opponent’s relentless PR team calling him incapable of emotional commitment, Castiel’s staff decides to remedy the situation by finding their boss a fake, picture-perfect boyfriend. And when Dean Winchester enters the scene, he and Cas become America’s new favorite couple, except they’ve got a whole lot of history between them and complicated feelings to resolve.

All The Nights by NorthernSparrow (32k)

A ghost hunt goes wrong, and Dean ends up fighting for his life in an icy river. A certain angel somehow knows he's in trouble and shows up to help, but doesn't have enough power left to warm up Dean. It's just a simple cold night in the woods, but things can go wrong fast at night in the woods, and soon Cas and Dean must each decide what they'll risk to save the other. And they just might end up so exhausted that they accidentally start talking.

although we are faithless by noviembre (32k)

Dean is driving. Driving down a long road with Sam, and his parents are at the end of the road, and his mom made pie, and it's everything he dreamed about when he was a kid. Everything is okay. Everything is fine.

Except it doesn't make sense, and something is missing. Something is broken here --

Dean is driving again.

Diagonally Parked in a Parallel Universe by TheBlackLagoon (37k)

Cas Novak can’t see an escape from the life of hunting. Even with the frequent pleas from Jessica to leave it all behind, where in the world is he supposed to fit in? Dean Winchester can’t see a life beyond pencil-pushing for the Men of Letter’s Midwest branch. Even with the responsibility he holds to upkeep his family name, is it really what he’s meant to do? The two duos meet on what appears to be an easy salt and burn but which quickly spirals out of control.

sir this is a wendy's by noviembre (40k)

Dean is a custodian at a fast food restaurant. Cas is the President of the United States.

Heroes for Ghosts by pantheon_of_discord (42k)

Canon-divergent from 12.08

After Sam and Dean are arrested, Castiel is left alone and scrambling to find them. He knows they’re locked away in a government facility, and he’s still able to hear their prayers, but no matter how he tries Castiel can’t seem to track them. He chases leads and even attempts to hunt on his own, but Mary is AWOL, Crowley refuses to help, and Castiel’s options are running out.

Weeks pass, Castiel’s hope dwindles, and through it all Dean prays, keeping them connected. His voice is comforting, frustrating, and occasionally annoying, but in his solitude Castiel comes to cherish it. But then one day, without warning, Dean stops praying, and Castiel is forced to confront some uncomfortable truths about his feelings.

Keep Your Love Alive by dothraki_shieldmaiden and FriendofCarlotta (42k)

Dean gets to spend eternity sharing beers with Bobby on the Roadhouse porch and riding around in his Baby with Sam. He’s at peace… or he feels like he should be. But a few things nag at him: Where is Cas, and everybody else Dean had been hoping to see in Heaven? Why does he feel like he’s stuck in a loop, reliving the same memories over and over again? And who are the strangers wearing Sam’s and Bobby’s faces?

From Sea to Shining Sea by MsCaptainWinchester (43k)

Dean and Castiel are only a few short months of college from reuniting after five long years on opposite coasts. It doesn’t seem like long, but then a virus breaks out close to Dean, and suddenly all their plans are ruined.

Now there are new plans. Dean is going to do everything he can to cross the country, picking up strays and a reputation for violence along the way. Cas is building a new colony of survivors, determined to stay still long enough for Dean to find him.

But without contact, neither knows if they will ever see the other again. Can Dean survive his cross-country road trip through zombie nation? And if he does, will Castiel still be there to meet him?

psalm 40:2 by unicornpoe (44k)

Dean meets an angel who says he's from the future. It all gets a lot more complicated from there.

This list is getting pretty long so I'll make a second part! Thank you to all the amazing writers who have shared their fics with us, and happy reading!!

#supernatural #destiel #fic recs #dean winchester #castiel #10-50k #ao3 #spn

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heartbroken syndrome — jeremy gilbert x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, mentions of death, arguing, cheating, loss — hurt/slight comfort

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synopsis: we truly never realize what we have and how good we have it until it's taken away from us

✧.*

the soft hum of the engine was a mere backdrop to the tension thickening the air inside elena's car. you could feel the palpable strain between you and jeremy, your eyes locked in a heated exchange. it had started as an innocent conversation about tyler lockwood, but it had spiraled into an argument neither of you had seen coming.

raindrops danced on the windshield, distorting the view of the dimly lit road ahead. you clenched the edge of your seat, struggling to keep your voice steady. “jeremy, you just don't understand. tyler has changed. he's apologized, and he genuinely wants me back, but you know i'd never leave you for him.”

jeremy's fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles whitening with each word you spoke. “yeah, i could tell how you're over him. laughing at his unfunny jokes and hugging him, real doozy.” the sound of jeremy's voice, laced with frustration, sent a shiver down your spine. your emotions were a storm inside you, and you couldn't let this go. “you're being unfair, jeremy. i love you, i chose you.”

the car's tires splashed through puddles on the road as the argument continued, the atmosphere growing heavier by the second. neither of you noticed how the rain had intensified, turning the streets slick and treacherous. in the heat of the moment, jeremy's eyes flickered from the road to meet yours, his frustration boiling over. “that's real sweet of you, why don't you go fuck yourself? both of you.”

those words hung in the air, a painful silence following them. then, the world seemed to slow down. the screeching of tires echoed in your ears, but it was too late. the car skidded on the wet road, losing control, and the world outside the windshield twisted and spun as the vehicle collided with something solid.

the last thing you remembered before everything faded to black was the sensation of the impact and the sound of twisting metal.

in the sterile confines of the mystic falls hospital, jeremy gilbert lay unconscious in one room, and you occupied another, separated by cold, white walls that seemed to mirror the divide that had grown between you. the accident had left both of you battered, but your unconscious state allowed your mind to wander into the depths of a dreamworld. fifteen minutes until midnight, you had been told of jeremy's condition. you grew hysterical before being sedated, six minutes after the news.

as you drifted in and out of consciousness, your dream unfurled like a tapestry of sorrow. it was a life you'd have if you and jeremy had remained broken up, a life entangled with tyler lockwood, the source of your recent argument. in this dream, you envisioned a fleeting honeymoon phase with him, the allure of his reformed self, and his charming promises of change. the early days were a whirlwind of passion and rediscovered love, much like the sweetest dreams you'd ever had.

“you are so corny,” you giggled, tyler's arms carrying you and supporting your weight in a bridal position. he grinned as you entered your newly-awaited home, door flying open. he sighed as he set you down, hands caressing your waist as he towered above you. “no deviating from the marriage playbook,” he smirked, pulling you in just a tad bit closer. “i'm doing it right this time. happy?”

you couldn't bite back your smile as he began littering kitty kisses along your neck. “ty, you've made me happy in ways i couldn't even imagine,” he couldn't help but smile at the sentiment. “now, if it wouldn't be too much trouble, would you mind pulling down my zipper with your teeth and taking me on the table?”

despite the shared laughter, it was an honor for him to oblige. “what is it with you women once you get a ring on?” you giggled at his words, placing a sweet kiss on his lips as he held you close. “all right, if you're a stickler for tradition, we could always take ir up to our bedroom.” he grinned, his eyes softening at the delicacy of your words.

“our bedroom,” he sighed a sigh of relief. “i like the sound of that.”

you had imagined that giving him a second chance would turn him into a whole different man. at least, it was something he insisted on being true from the moment he met you with jeremy that night, to the moment you got married. he had succssfully swept you off your feet but, as you would soon come to realize, not everybody was capable of change.

“wow, honey, that was fantastic.”

sweat poured from his temple as he began to catch his breath whilst tugging his boxers back on. he was vigorously panting, out of breath as he did his best to come back to his senses. it was truly the last thing you expected to see, but walking in on your husband with your co-worker was a true cliché.

“(y/n)!”

“you've got to be joking.”

life was awful, life was bleak. life came with twists and turns and forced us to succumb to our weaknesses that ate us alive. some people were capable of change, while others failed to let go of the things they were used to—old habits truly did die hard. tyler had made a fool out of you, in your own bed. it was a force of habit that he hadn't intended on kicking anytime soon, but strung you along despite everything. there was one thing he was crystal clear about.

“you thought you could turn me into your personal lapdog, just like you did with jeremy. i haven't done a thing to you that you hadn't done to him.”

“get out of my house.”

like a nightmarish premonition, your dream began to darken. the trust you had placed in tyler shattered as you imagined his return to his old ways. the wounds of his past betrayal seeped into your imaginary world. he cheated on you again, leaving you heartbroken, and you clung to the hope that you could change him. yet, in your dream, your efforts were in vain. tyler eventually did walk away, leaving you behind with a broken heart and shattered dreams.

the dream didn't stop there; it mercilessly delved deeper into the desolation of a life without jeremy. you pictured him living alone, with only a housekeeper for company. seven long years after your breakup, you imagined a phone call that shattered your heart anew. it was jeremy's housekeeper, her voice filled with sorrow, informing you of his sudden passing from a heart attack.

“i didn't know who else to call,” her voice echoed as she led you through the entrance and into the quiet, empty and soulless house jeremy had spent the last seven years in. “you were his emergency contact.”

you crossed your arms over your chest, your heart sinking as the familiar scent filled your nose. it was his scent. “i'm just a little surprised,” your voice remained steady, hanging by a thread. “jeremy and i haven't spoken in nearly eight years. are you sure there wasn't someone else in his life, a girlfriend, perhaps?”

“never saw one,” she offered you a smile, eyes locking with yours. “in fact, in the seven years he lived here, i never saw anybody visit him at all.”

you could feel your heart shatter and sink to the pits of your stomach as you tried to find the right words, eyes scanning the unfamiliar room. “where did you find him?” his housekeeper ran a hand through her hair, as if stressed. “in the bed,” she gestured towards the bed that remained right across from the kitchen. “paramedics said it was a heart attack, he'd been there two days. can you imagine? just like that, you're gone and no one notices.”

this time, you couldn't find the right words. not while analyzing how the sheets were tucked into the corners and how the pillows were ruffled, blankets folded on the foot of the bed. it was as if nothing had happened. right across from the bed, there was a nightstand. one that was decorated, pictures littering the flat surface. all pictures of you, many of them. pictures of you and him, all carrying nothing but bittersweet memories. your breath hitched in your throat once you had noticed the lack of dust—all these years, he had been taking care of them.

“you know, he spoke about you constantly,” the same voice began once more, standing behind you as your fingertips grazed the many frames of the photos, tears threatening to spill from your eyes at any second. “it was always “(y/n) this, (y/n) that,” almost as if he had died of—” she had paused for a second, once you had returned her gaze, noticing the way you couldn't hold your tears back.

“of what?”

“like he died of a broken heart.”

when you finally awoke from this agonizing dream, your heart ached with a profound sense of loss and regret. you realized that your nightmare had been a cruel mirror, showing you the bleakness of a life without jeremy. determination filled you as you decided that you needed to mend what had been broken, to reconnect with him, and to make amends.

however, as you sought to repair the rift between you and jeremy, you were met with devastating news.

“miss (l/n),” you had stirred awake, startled at the unfamiliar voice of the doctor as the sedatives had finally passed through your system. “i just wanted to tell you that your boyfriend is out of danger.”

you could only nod, relief flooding your system as his words slowly began to wake you up from your awful slumber. “but there were some complications.” relief slowly began to develop, forming a bundle of anxiety as the doctor looked down at you, pity evident under his stone cold gaze. “what kind of complications?” your throst was thick with worry, and only second later, you wished you had never asked that question. you wished you could take everything that happened back. but you couldn't. damage had been done, not only to his spinal column, but to everybody's lives collectively.

“there's a good chance your boyfriend is paralyzed.”

#tvd #tvdu #the vampire diaries fanfiction #the vampire diaries #legacies #tvd fanfiction #jeremy gilbert #jeremy gilbert fanfiction #jeremy gilbert x reader #jeremy gilbert angst #jeremy gilbert fluff #jeremy gilbert smut #jeremy gilbert imagine

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impala-dreamer · 11 months

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Colder Weather

A Supernatural Story

~Dean's always been the one for you, but his life - hunting, fighting, almost dying constantly- it hasn't given you a chance to try. Until one day, things seem to change...~

Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester (briefly)

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Warnings: Bittersweet Romance, Angst, Glossy Smut. - Set somewhere inside the SPN Finale - S15E20, Carry On. - Just so beautiful and painful and ... damnit. I did, in fact, cry a few times while writing...

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It’s the strangest thing. His skin is so incredibly soft in some places, so rough and tortured in others. He’s covered in scars, lines thick and faded to a dull white; holes where bullets have torn him through, but around those imperfections lie a universe of freckles covering the softest skin she’d ever felt.

His fingertips are forever calloused but so tender when they’re caressing her flesh, scooping up into her, even roughly holding her down. There’s fire in his soul but his kiss is pure love, lips so cracked but plush, smooth and tingling as they trail across her cheek, slide down to taste her.

Everything about him is a contradiction. He’s brave yet scared, strong yet fragile, quiet but so loud when he’s in her arms. He could talk forever with one cheek on the pillow they share, green eyes staring into hers as if blinking would break the spell.

He talks of forever, of leaving his life and settling down somewhere in the woods by a stream. He wants to spend his days fishing and learning to finally play the guitar for real. He wants to stand in the sunshine and breathe deeply, close his eyes for once and not be worried about something attacking from the shadows. He wants to put down his blade, lock up his gun, put it all behind him. He talks of nights spent by a little fireplace wrapped in her arms, fighting for space beneath a handmade blanket while the wind howls against the old windows. He wants to wake to her sleeping face, to brush the hair back from her cheek and kiss her delicate eyelids. To wake her with love, not an alarm. He wants to take his time, ride out the rest of his life by her side.

She teases him that they’d be bored after a while, that a fantasy like that would never last, but he swears that it would. Says with her, he could never be bored, he’d never want for anything ever again as long as she was there. Her cheeks burn from smiling and she bites her lip to hold it all in, but that only makes him want to kiss her, and they roll under the sheets once more.

Every time with him is the same.

There’s a text, maybe a call if he’s desperate to hear her voice.

‘I’m nearby. Wanna buy me a drink?’

‘Passing through on Tuesday, you around?’

She’s always around it seems, life hitting pause when her phone rings. She would put aside the entire world just to see Dean Winchester walk through her front door. And she does.

It’s a Thursday the last time she sees him darken her front steps. The sky is a deep oily gray with lighter clouds than makes sense. It’s been raining on and off for hours and the midday sun is lost behind the airy cover, lighting the edges of the world but only enough so that he didn’t have to turn the headlights on.

She heard the car anyway, didn’t need to see the familiar sweep of light across her front windows.

She’s at the door before he’s even got the driver’s side door shut and she hears the creak of metal, wonders why he’s never oiled the hinges. Everything else about the car is perfect; from the sheen on the tires to the way the raindrops slick off the hood and slid down the windows in a race to the ground. She can close her eyes and smell the old, worn leather in her dreams. Something comforting and warm even on a chilly day like this. She can feel the springs in the backseat give as Dean lays her down. Remembers the feel of the felted roof beneath her fingertips, the cool chrome pressing into her back. So many nights spent driving out into the middle of nowhere and finding bliss in the backseat together.

Dean looks up as he closes the door and a smile tugs at his pink lips. Realization catches in her stomach and Y/N wonders if he’s ever looked happier. His hair is a bit longer than last time they met, his face a little fuller, features more relaxed. He looks good, content. She dares to think: happy.

Even in his lighter moments, there’s always a darkness in Dean’s eyes. Something nagging at his thoughts, some horror lurking that she can’t get near. She would, if he’d let her. She would dig down deep into his soul and scrape away all the pain, all the scarred bits of him until he could breathe again. But he keeps her just far enough away that it’s always a mystery to her. She knows of his life, of the things that lurk in the night, but he never lets it touch her. Not once has she feared for her life, never have the monsters of the world knocked at her door. She’s his secret. His lifeline to normal. His good dream.

But now, he smiles so easily it almost scares her. Her cheeks twitch and she bites her lip, watching as he gallops up the walkway and takes the steps two at a time until she’s in his arms.

He smells like tacos from the road and is so warm she melts right into him, her face in his chest, her arms sliding around to hold him close.

“Dean.”

She looks up and he beams down at her, green eyes fresh and clear, cheeks rosy with a grin.

“You gonna invite me in or we gonna do this out here?”

She laughs at his assumption and slaps his chest as she backs away. She turns to go inside, but he grabs her arm, spins her back to him. His big hand catches her cheek and his thumb curls beneath her chin, lifting her face gently. His kiss is familiar yet striking, wet and hungry. She breaths him in too deeply and stumbles when he lets her go, dizzy and so in love.

“Won’t you please come in, Mr. Winchester?” she teases, bowing her head to invite him inside.

He chuckles softly and takes her hand, fingers slipping in between hers so easily it’s like they’ve been there forever. He kicks the door shut behind him with one muddy boot and the rain is left to carry on without them.

She shoves the jacket from his shoulders, nips at the tip of his ear. He kicks his boots off, paws at her chest.

They stumble through the living room, desperate for the empty expanse of her bed while they strip the road from his back. Naked and shivering, they fall together onto the blankets with searching hands and warm, hungry lips.

He’s starving for her, but he takes his time. Slowly savoring every inch of delicate flesh, he drinks her in, tastes everything she has to give. Relentless, he doesn’t stop until she’s breathless and begging for him.

His name reaches Heaven, pushed like a prayer from her kiss-swollen lips.

When it’s done, they lay tangled in the sheets, fingers laced, hearts synced.

She stares, counting the flecks of gold in his gorgeous eyes, pondering the changes she feels in him.

“You’re starin’ right through me,” he says, blushing like a fool.

Y/N shakes her head gently and lays her hand on his cheek. The stubble sparks against her palm and she rubs her thumb across his cracked bottom lip.

“Not through you,” she answers honestly, “never through.”

He kisses the pad of her finger and smiles. “Hope you like whatcha see.”

“I do.” She leans in, fingers sliding back to scrape lightly over his scalp. “I really do…”

Their kisses are soft and lingering, lazy. Leading nowhere. There’s no urgency, no push to overtake the other. It’s just peace and love and wanting to be close.

Dean catches her in his big arms, closing his hug around her head and kissing her hair. She laughs against him, captured and terribly, wholly happy.

She can hear his heart beating, feel it ticking beneath her cheek. It’s steady and calm, so different from the hundred times before.

“What’s up with you?” she asks, her words slipping out before she thinks them.

He sighs, relaxed. “What do you mean? I’m good. I’m… really good.”

“That’s… kinda what I mean.” Pushing back, she looks up at him and lets her head rest on his bicep. “You just… You seem different. So happy. There’s no… I don’t know, you’ve always got this dark cloud over you and today… it’s gone.”

Dean’s smile falls but it’s not for sadness. His lips pucker and smooth out, the dimples pop above his lip as he thinks about her words and how to answer. Thick lashes distract her for a moment as they flutter over a constellation of freckles and his deep whisper almost makes her jump.

“Something happened, Y/N. I’m still not sure if it was good, but I think it was. I really do. And… things are different now. There’s… hope. I have hope for the first time. I can see a future for me… for-” He takes a breath and brushes his fingertips across her cheek. “-for us, maybe. A real future. Not random hookups every few months. I mean… a real, honest life together.”

Shock washes over her and bubbles up into tiny laugh. She swallows it down and stares at him, her eyes flickering between his, in awe and surprised.

“Dean, I-”

Suddenly shy, he pulls his hand away, but she grabs it, puts it back against her cheek.

His voice cracks. “I didn’t mean to just assume-”

She kisses his palm. “Dean… I have never wanted anything more than to be with you. I hope you know that.”

The smile that spreads across his face is true and stunning and Y/N can’t help but trace it with her fingertips.

“You are so beautiful, Dean.” Her eyes float across his lips, his crooked nose, the deep seated crease between his eyes. “If you are happy, so am I. I mean that. And if… whatever happened has opened something up for you to be able to be with me… then- I mean- of course, I’m yours, Dean. Of course I am. I always have been.”

He crushes her like he’s afraid she’ll disappear, breathes her in as if she’s the only air in the room.

When the moment settles, he tells her everything. He talks of God and how they defeated the biggest evil in every universe. Of Jack saving them, bringing the world back and setting everything right. Wipes away tears when he tells her about Castiel and how he gave up his soul to save him. He smiles, amazed at how he and Sam finally broke away from fate and their horrid lives. He talks about feeling free for the first time in his life and how he’s thought of nothing else but being with her, of running away and starting their life together.

Y/N clings to him, listening with all of her being. She’s confused but grateful that he’s opening up, nervous to hear some parts, but happy that it all ended well.

Silence holds them close as they drift off to sleep, promises made and minds at ease.

He’s going to take her away for a while, somewhere with sand and sun and little rum drinks with neon umbrellas shoved in their tops. He wants to rub sunblock on her shoulders and run through the waves, feel the world around him, feel alive and safe.

He just has a few things to finish up back home.

One more hunt.

Then he’s out for good.

It should be easy, he says as he kisses her forehead and squeezes her hand. “More like one last road trip with my brother, really. Do what we do best, ya know?”

“Do you have to?” she asks, sad to see him go. “You could just text him. Doesn’t have to be such a dramatic farewell.”

He laughs and sucks his tongue against his front teeth. “Nah. Sammy deserves more than a text. Besides, I want to tell him all about you and that’ll take a while. And I gotta pack up my room, give the car a tune up and then-” He reaches down and wraps an arm around her back, tugging her close. “Then it’s you and me and clear blue waters, baby.”

He grins and she pushes up on her toes, sealing it all with a kiss.

She watches from the door until the brake lights are faded, until the glint from the chrome doesn’t catch her gaze anymore.

Days pass without a word.

There’s no answer when she calls, no reply to a text, nothing.

Worry stirs in her gut and Y/N spends the third night pacing her livingroom, running a trench into the hardwood with her barefeet. There’s an aching fear deep inside and she jumps whenever headlights strike her window.

It’s never him.

Panic wraps itself around her and she grips the phone, calling every number she has for him, listening to every voicemail intro like they’re ripping her soul open.

“Dean, please- whatever is going on, just call me. Please. I just need to know that you’re alright.”

It’s two in the morning when the line picks up. Her heart stops midbeat and pain webs across her chest. She takes a breath and presses the phone to her ear.

“Dean?”

She’s near to fainting waiting to hear his voice, but it’s not Dean who answers.

He clears his voice, takes a breath. “Uh- No, it’s… This is Sam.”

“Sam.” She says his name and her hands start to shake so badly it’s hard to hold the phone. “Um… Hi. I don’t know if you know who I am, I don’t know if Dean ever- well… My name’s Y/N. Dean was- We were-”

Sam exhales quickly and she can hear the tears on his breath. “I know who you are. He… Dean told me about you.”

“Oh. Good.”

This is wrong, she thinks. Something’s wrong.

She closes her eyes, blocking everything but the white noise in the background and Sam’s heavy breath. “Is he there?”

The pause is painful. She holds her breath, ready to scream, to run, to collapse in on herself.

“Sam?”

She can hear his hard swallow, a swipe of fabric across a wet cheek.

She can’t stand it.

“Is he dead?” she whispers. Her eyes are flooded already, jaw clenched so tightly against her trembling that her teeth ache. “Sam-”

“He’s… He’s gone.”

She can feel herself falling, takes the crash of her knees into the floor like it’s nothing. Her limbs go numb, her eyes blur.

She doesn’t want to ask but she has to know, has to understand.

“What happened?”

Sam’s voice is so low she has to strain to hear him.

“It was… it was so stupid. We, uh- It was just a milk run.” He hangs there for a long moment as memory washes over him. “I tried. I wanted to get him to the hospital but it was too late. I couldn’t- I couldn’t save him. I couldn’t save him.” He trailed off, losing against his tears. “I’m so sorry.”

She wasn’t sure how long she’d laid there on the floor but it felt like forever. Her back was aching, body craving water after shedding so many tears.

She crawled to the bedroom, struggled up onto the bed and hid her face in his pillow. He always took the left side when he was there, always nuzzled deep into the down, said he loved her pillows.

The sheets still smelled like him and she pushed her face into them, wondering how long it would be before his scent left her for good. She clawed at the pillow, crushed it to her face, wanting to suffocate, die with him on her last breath.

“Dean…”

It’s the strangest thing. The sand is soft and yielding but rough between her toes. It’s hot too, like the sun has penetrated every tiny grain with heat and its pushing into her with each step.

It feels good.

She walks along the beach, skirting the waves as they breach the shore and threaten to overtake her. She stares out into the waves, squints at the sun. She sees the ocean for the first time and thinks of him. Of how tanned his face would be under the tropical sun, of how silly he’d look slathering lotion on his nose when he started to burn. She dreams about watching the sunset over the water, their asses sinking into the damp sand, the breeze tickling their cheeks.

Her heart aches for him but the tears never come anymore. She hugs her arms over her chest and closes her eyes, imagining his warmth, his love. If she tries really hard, she can feel his lips on her cheek, his firm chest pressing into her back, holding her close.

In some small way, he’s always with her.

And she holds onto that until the day she can see him again.

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wantsobadminsung · 5 months

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Warm Night. 🥰 ☔ ✨

I stepped out of the taxi, pulling my jacket tightly around me as the rain poured down heavily. Minho and Jisung's apartment was just a few steps away, but this unexpected summer storm caught me off guard. I hurriedly made my way to their building, cursing my luck for not bringing an umbrella.

As I stepped into the apartment building, I shook off the drenched raindrops from my hair and clothes. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the teasing I knew would follow when I reached their apartment. Being the clumsy one among us, I often found myself in silly situations like this.

Finally, I reached their door and gave it a quick knock. The sound of laughter and chatter from inside grew louder, filling me with warmth and excitement. They had invited me over for a cozy evening together, and I couldn't wait to see them both.

Jisung swung open the door, his radiant smile immediately melting away any frustration from the rain. Minho stood just behind him, his gentle eyes widening with surprise at the sight of me standing there, drenched and dripping.

"YN!" Jisung exclaimed, his voice filled with concern. "What happened? You're completely soaked!"

I laughed and stepped inside their cozy and familiar apartment. "Looks like I had a little run-in with a stupid man in a car who failed to see a pedestrian like me," I explained, rolling my eyes playfully. "But don't worry, I'm alright. Just a bit wet."

Minho rushed to get me a towel and handed it to me, his touch so gentle as he brushed it against my arm. "You should have called us, YN," he said softly, his voice filled with compassion. "We would have come to pick you up."

I smiled gratefully, feeling warmth spread through my body as Jisung wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. "We'll make sure you're taken care of," he whispered, his breath hitting my wet hair.

As Minho disappeared momentarily to fetch me something dry to change into, Jisung pressed a sweet kiss against my temple. "You're beautiful, rain or shine," he whispered, his words filling my heart with joy.

When Minho returned with a cozy set of dry clothes, he helped me change with utmost care, making sure I felt comfortable and cared for every step of the way. My heart swelled with gratitude for these two amazing individuals who were always there for me, no matter what.

With the three of us cuddled on the couch later that evening, the rain still tapping gently on the windowpane, we shared stories, laughter, and exchanged tender kisses of affection. In that moment, as the warmth of their love surrounded me, I couldn't have asked for anything more.

As we kissed each other, our emotions intertwined, it was clear that this apartment was more than just a place to live. It was a sanctuary, a shelter from the world's storms, and a constant reminder of the love we shared.

In their loving embrace, I knew I had found my safe haven, where the rain could pour outside, but inside, my heart remained dry and warm, surrounded by the love and beauty of Minho and Jisung.

As the night continued, our laughter echoed through the apartment, creating a symphony of joy. We shared childhood memories, funny anecdotes, and dreams for the future. Each word we spoke was filled with love and admiration for one another.

Minho, with his mesmerizing eyes, leaned in and whispered, "You bring sunshine into our lives, YN. Even on the rainiest days, you brighten our world with your presence." His words melted my heart, and I couldn't help but blush under his loving gaze.

Jisung, always the playful one, nuzzled my cheek and planted a kiss on my lips. "You're our rainbow, YN," he said, his voice soft with adoration. "You bring colors and happiness into our lives. We can't imagine a world without you."

Tears welled up in my eyes as their sweet words enveloped me, washing away any insecurities or doubts I had about myself. In that moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of love and belonging.

Together, we shared a trio of kisses, sealing our bond and reaffirming our love for one another. It was a physical manifestation of the deep connection we shared, a promise to always be there for each other through rain or shine.

The room filled with a sense of unity as our lips gently met, and it felt like the world outside vanished. There was only the tender touch of Minho and Jisung, their love wrapping around me like a warm embrace.

We spent the rest of the night wrapped up in each other's arms, cherishing the beautiful bond we had formed. The rain continued to fall outside, but inside our little sanctuary, it was nothing but pure love and happiness.

I felt blessed to have found Minho and Jisung, two extraordinary souls who had opened their hearts to me unconditionally. Together, the three of us created a love that was rare and precious, a love that celebrated individuality and defied societal norms.

As the dawn gradually crept in, we fell into a peaceful slumber, our bodies intertwined and our hearts connected. And as the new day broke, we knew that whatever challenges or storms may come our way, we would face them together, drenched in the love that bound us.

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bangchanbabygurl · 25 days

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09: Doom at your service pt 11 {Pomegranates and Tulips}

Genre: Angst/Romance/BDSM/Smut/slightly introverted reader/ college reader/Surgeon Wonwoo/ book lover reader/cat lovers/DOM Wonwoo

Warnings: Explicit language/mention of domestic violence/mention of violence/alcohol abuse/mention of death/stalker/mentions of blood/drug abuse/smut scenes/dark mature themes/triggering scenes/traumatic experiences/mention of self-harm/mentions of eating disorders/mentions of SA

Word Count: 572

╚» Now playing —» in my dreams by Tearliner, Love X Stereo

Soonyoung wouldn't let me push the cart; he wanted me to be away from him. A sigh escapes me as I grab the bag of chips, tossing it into the cart. I glance at Wonwoo; he's been quiet since we got here.

Soonyoung looks at Wonwoo as I reach for the package of already-cooked white rice, "Y/N maybe you should talk to him," Soonyoung whispers. I look at him and frown, "He's a surgeon. What kind of conversations would I have with him, how to operate on a heart?" I whisper. Soonyoung smirks and shakes his head, "You being sassy with me," He says, crossing his arms. I sigh and glance at Wonwoo; he seems to be bored. I huff out a breath and continue to walk down the aisle, looking for Eunseo's favorite ramen.

Soonyoung stops the cart, lets out a small sigh, and looks at Wonwoo. I glance at him, and Wonwoo looks at us confused. "What?" He asked; Soonyoung shook his head. "Just wondering why you're so quiet." He says. I bite my lip; I check ramen off the list. "I'm always quiet, Soonyoung," Wonwoo says, walking past him and out of the aisle. I glance at Wonwoo leaving; I look at the list and Soonyoung. "I have one more thing, and we're good to go," I said faintly. Soonyoung smiles and nods, and we walk out of the aisle.

We walk to the fruits and vegetables area, "Pomegranates?" Soonyoung asked. I grab a box of ten pomegranates, "Yes, Hansol ate my last pomegranate last night," I said, placing the box in the cart. Soonyoung chuckles, "And we're done; let's go check out." I said. Soonyoung pushes the cart to the checkout aisle. I looked out the sliding doors, seeing it was raining heavily; Wonwoo didn't seem to be bothered by it at all. I tilt my head, watching how he looks at the gray sky.

Soonyoung nudges my arm softly, "Everything's scanned," he says. I pull my wallet out of my bag, "What were you looking at?" He asked. I slide my card into the card reader, "It's raining, and Wonwoo is standing outside." I said, grabbing the receipt. Soonyoung turns the cart towards the exit, "Well, Wonwoo enjoys the rain." He says. I nodded in acknowledgment; and we walked out of the store. Wonwoo turned to look at us, "The car should be unlocked." Soonyoung says, holding the car keys.

Wonwoo takes the cart from Soonyoung; it was somewhat comforting walking in the rain. Soonyoung was the only one rushing to the car; I looked at the back of Wonwoo's head, feeling strange. "You're getting soaked; you should hurry inside," Wonwoo says as he opens the trunk. I look at him. "I'm fine, besides I like the rain. It's comforting." I said, grabbing the last grocery bags and putting them inside the trunk. Wonwoo chuckles and closes the trunk, I look at him. His glasses were covered in raindrops. "Strangely comforting." He says, I smile and nodded. Wonwoo takes the cart.

I get inside the back seat, "So was it nice?" Soonyoung asked with a smirk. I rolled my eyes, "Hush it Soonie," I said. He laughs and smiles, and the passenger door opens. "Alright let's drop you off," Soonyoung says as Wonwoo fastens his seatbelt, I nod. Well, it was somewhat fun shopping with them, although Wonwoo was quiet and reserved but I don't blame him.

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feyhunter78 · 14 days

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Chapter Nineteen - Your memories have returned, but what does that really mean for you and Miguel?

Ch 20

He holds you close, your clothes are soaked through, your form trembling against his, and he holds you tighter, resting his chin on the crown of your head, eyes closed as he breathes in the scent of you. Your face is buried in the crook of his neck, your arms squeezing him so tightly, if he were a mortal man, he might be a bit concerned.

“I can’t even—I don’t know what to do now, I don’t—” You pull away, looking up at him, raindrops and tears dripping off your lashes. “Miguel I…I’m so sorry.”

He shakes his head. “No, no, I am sorry, I didn’t reach you in time, I didn’t save you. I broke my promise.”

“There was nothing to be done, you were a man, a normal man, you couldn’t fight all Todderick’s men yourself. I didn’t hold it against you.” Your voice is soft, your fingers gripping his shirt for stability. “I just…I thought you were dead, and I couldn’t, I couldn’t stand the thought of—”

He shushes you gently, rubbing your back soothingly. “I know, dulce, I know.”

Your lips tremble, tears mixing with the rain. “I can’t be without you, I can’t. Even before I got my memories back. You were in my dreams, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, couldn’t stop wanting to see you, talk to you, be near you.”

His long dead heart flutters to life for a moment, he wonders if you remember when you first spoke such words to him.

I cannot be without you, Miguel; it tears at the very fabric of my being. I cannot banish you from my mind, you are in my dreams, my thoughts, every moment I breathe I long to see you, to speak with you, to simply be in your presence.

“It is maddening.” He breathes, taking the words right out of your mouth.

“Yes, it is.” You say, brain working overtime to try and weave your memories into their rightful places. “But I don’t care. Drive me mad, keep me sane, whatever the fuck you want, I just can’t be without you anymore. Not now that I know what I know.”

You look so beautiful, just as you did when he first met you, long ago on another stormy night like this one. He wants to tell you that, to hold you as he did, to take the action he wished he had back then.

He moves to release you, but you tighten your grip, a sob escaping your lips. “Don’t leave.”

You’re overwhelmed, a lifetime of memories and emotions flooding through you, the adrenaline from your flight through the wood is wearing off, and you’re cold. He can see it, feel you shivering against him.

“I won’t, but we need to get out of the rain, you’ll catch a cold.” He says gently, sliding his hands down until they rest on the backs of your thighs. “Jump.”

You do as he says. A bit awkwardly, but you do it, and he slides one arm under your thighs, the other remains on your back, as he carries you back to his car, your sobs quieting to sniffles by the time he buckles you back in.

The ride to your apartment is quiet, your hand in his, the sound of rain on the windshield disrupted every so often by a sniffle from you.

Miguel guides you into your apartment, locking the door behind him before helping you get rid of your waterlogged clothing, ditching his own as well.

You’re a vision, a work of art, lips pouty, hair plastered to your skin, bare before him, eyes shining with leftover tears. He swears he’s seen a painting of the goddess Aphrodite that looked just as you do now.

He wraps you in a fluffy robe he found in your bathroom and puts you up on the sink. The mirror fogging as the shower heated up, your pastel pink shower curtain pulled slightly back as he sticks his hand in and out of the water.

“Do you want to shower alone?” Miguel asks quietly.

“You’re already naked, might as well join.” You mumble, reaching out towards him.

He takes your hand and presses it to his lips. “I can wait.”

You hop down off the sink, shaking your head. “I want you to join, we never got to…not as a married couple at least.”

He bites back a smile; he knows exactly what you’re referring to. “We have plenty of time, no need to rush.”

You let the robe fall to the ground, and step past him into the warm water, looking over your shoulder at him, waiting.

Heat rushes through him, and he smirks when your eyes dart down to his hardening cock. Then he joins you. It’s a tight fit, the spray covering you both. He trails his fingertips down your arms, interlocking your hands after you’ve both gotten clean.

“Can you still read my mind?” You ask, your face tilted up, your skin dotted with water droplets, running down in rivulets, taking any leftover soap bubbles with them.

“I can.”

Do you still love me?

The thought is echoing in your mind, anxious and small.

“Of course, I do, why would you think otherwise?” He cradles your face with one hand, searching your eyes for an answer.

“I ran from you, I forgot you, I didn’t trust you.” You whisper, eyes on the cords of his neck.

“That was not your fault. You did not blame me, and I do not blame you.” He reassures you, dipping his head to brush a gentle kiss to your cheek, then your lips, then the other cheek.

It makes you smile, the first smile he’s seen from you in ages. It’s as if the sun has returned after a long winter, and he basks in it.

“I love you.” You say, your hands finding their way to his hair, playing with the soaked strands.

It is a symphony, a miracle, the most wondrous thing he has ever heard until he hears the next words that fall from your lips.

“Touch me?” It’s a quiet plea, one of gentleness and longing.

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Midnight Beach

Part 8

Request: Yes or No

Taglist: @nathan-no @hyubg @ash455

Can you tell I'm a John B anti yet?

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"As Kelce is making this turn on the course, I go flying out of the cart. I'm tellin' you, man, I was in the air for a full minute. I promise you. And then, all I see-" (Y/N) slowly tuned out Topper's voice, swirling around the cola and ice in his cup with his straw. He stared at the droplets sliding down the glass, mimicking the way raindrops slid down the railing beside them. He felt undeniably numb. The past week had been nothing but a fever dream he desperately wanted to escape. His ex returned from the dead, his closest friend had been arrested for the murder of Sherriff Peterkin, and Topper Thornton had become his newest ally. But that was OBX. Always full of surprises.

"Shit, wait... who's that talking to my grandpa?" (Y/N) blinked and looked up at Topper, shifting around in his seat to peer back at Judge Holden and the officer speaking to him with papers in hand. The chair scraped when Topper stood up from it and he walked over, beckoning (Y/N) with a flick of his wrist. (Y/N) took another sip of his drink and stood, following Topper over to the table where Judge Holden sat. Peeking over Topper's shoulder, he spotted what the papers were about.

An arrest warrant for Ward R. Cameron.

"What is this, Grandpa?" Topper asked but Judge Holden waved him off and took the phone the officer offered, speaking to whoever was on the other end. Judge Holden sighed heavily, ending the phone call and fishing out a pen from his pocket. In one swift movement, he signed off on the warrant and the officer dipped his head in thanks. (Y/N) turned and speedwalked back to their table, picking up his phone and dialing the phone Topper had given Sarah. He held it up to his ear and nibbled on his bottom lip, listening to it ring before she picked up.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Sarah, hey, I, uh... I'm with Topper and we just watched his grandpa sign off on a warrant for Ward's arrest. He's your dad and... I thought you would've wanted to know. They're going over to get him right now so if you want to say one last goodnight, now's your chance. I know if it were my dad... I'd want to see him one last time." (Y/N) spoke into the phone, hooking his finger around his car keys and taking out his wallet. He heard her let out a shaky breath whilst the Pogues whooped and hollered in the background, likely blissfully unaware of what the phone call was about.

"Thank you, (Y/N). T-This means a lot to me." The phone clicked and (Y/N) set some money down on the table, hurrying through the restaurant and practically bolting out the front doors. He glanced over his shoulder when he heard them open again and spotted Topper following him. (Y/N) unlocked his car and climbed inside, turning it on and waiting for Topper to settle in before reversing out and following the line of cop cars heading toward Figure Eight.

"You called Sarah, right?"

"Yeah, I let her know. She's definitely going over there. And- shit, Wheezie's there too." (Y/N) cursed, continuing to follow the cars until they arrived at the Cameron Residence. Patrol cars, SUVS, and unmarked black cars scattered the street and driveway of the mansion, officers scattered around. Some hurried into the mansion but most of them watched the dock. Among the cars, (Y/N) noticed the familiar nearly broken down van John B drove around. He flung off his seatbelt and hopped out of the car, heading onto the property and toward the dock. In the distance, at the end of the dock, stood the large white yacht otherwise known as the Druthers. He saw a faint figure standing on the deck, arms waving wildly and a familiar voice calling out to Shoupe. Ward Cameron. (Y/N) cursed again and hurried down the dock, seeing Sarah and her friends amongst the officers standing on the dock pleading with Ward.

Ward disappeared into the yacht and then, it felt as if all time stopped as the Druthers abruptly exploded into flames. Bits and pieces of the boat flew threw the air, littering the water and forcing the patrols on boats to halt. (Y/N)'s feet were heavy, keeping him planted on the dock. He brought a trembling hand to his gaped mouth, widened eyes searching the waters for any sign of the family patriarch. His eyes immediately flooded with ears and he staggered back, unable to find air as his chest constricted. Ward... Ward couldn't possibly be dead... No, (Y/N) had seen him standing on the deck just seconds prior. No, no, no-

Sarah's grief-stricken scream broke through the horrified silence and broke (Y/N) from his shock-induced trance. His head snapped in her direction, seeing her stumble forward, feet nearing the edge. Her arms desperately reached out toward the boat, sobs and wails escaping her as she called out for her father. (Y/N) wiped away the tears that had slipped down his cheeks and moved forward, pushing past officers until he reached the blonde. She crumbled to the ground the moment his hands made contact with her skin, forcing him to crouch down beside her and pull her into an embrace.

"Dad," Her body shook violently with each sob. "Dad, please... Dad, come back, please..."

"I'm so sorry." (Y/N) breathed into her ear and she wept harder, trembling arms wrapping around him. Her face buried into his chest, soaking his shirt in tears and snot. His hold tightened around her and he rubbed circles around her back, eyes trailing up to look at her boyfriend. John B stared at the wreck but unlike his shocked friends, he looked relieved. But no part of him moved to check on his sobbing girlfriend. His eyes refused to tear from the fire. (Y/N) pulled Sarah closer, scoffing in disbelief at the Pogue. His head craned to look at Topper, who stared at the wreck with wide eyes and a slack jaw.

"Topper!" (Y/N) called out to him, snapping the blonde out of his daze. "Go check on Wheezie and Rose!" He pleaded and Topper nodded, nearly stumbling over his feet in his rush to get back to the mansion before the little girl could step outside and see what the chaos was all about. (Y/N) cleared his throat and sniffled, taking a moment to gather himself before he pulled himself and Sarah up onto their feet. Sarah clung to him, her wails quieting into whimpers. He pressed a hand to the back of her head, getting her head pressed against him in hopes she wouldn't look at the remains of the beloved yacht.

"Come on, Sarah," Kiara whispered soothingly as she moved toward them, rubbing Sarah's back. "We need to head back."

"Wheezie needs you right now, Sarah. She needs her big sister." (Y/N) leaned back, cupping Sarah's face and brushing the hair out of her face. Sarah hiccuped softly and nodded, more tears slipping down her face and dripping off her chin. With Kiara's help, they got Sarah to walk down the dock, letting her lean against them and cry. (Y/N) led her to the back porch where Rose stood, her arms stretching out toward Sarah the moment she spotted her. Sarah collapsed in her stepmother's arms and together, the two wept. Kiara placed a hand on (Y/N)'s back and looked up at him with a worried frown.

"Are you okay?" She asked quietly.

"I'll be fine, Kie. Just... Sarah needs you. She needs all of you. She needs John B the most right now." (Y/N) told her softly, glancing at the Cameron women when they walked inside the house. He licked his lips and faced Kiara, lifting his brows. "Tell John B he needs to be by her side. She doesn't need a Pogue right now celebrating the death of her father, she needs her boyfriend to show some fuckin' empathy. Don't let her sink in her grief when all you preach about is family and friendship."

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"Hey, you've reached Rachel (L/N). Leave a message and I'll get back to you soon."

"Ward Cameron's dead. He... He blew up his yacht while he was still on it. One minute he was alive and the next-" (Y/N) cut himself off before his voice could break and sighed heavily, rubbing the sleeve of his jacket across his tired eyes. "It all happened so fast. I-I thought he was just trying to have one last hurrah before they caught him or-or maybe he was aiming for a chase but got distracted by Sarah. Fuck- ...Sorry, I didn't mean to curse. I just... Sarah and her family aren't doing so hot. I can't imagine what it must be like for them. But, I... I called to let you know about Ward. You probably already know though. News travels fast... Bye, Rachel."

Blowing a raspberry, he hung up and eyed the saucepan on the stove, flicking off the heat and grabbing the handle. Carefully, he poured the hot chocolate into a mug and set it back once done, licking some off some droplets that got on his finger. The doorbell rang and he spared a glance at the clock, brows furrowing. Considering it was a school night, he deducted it couldn't be Topper or Kelce. His stomach sunk. Rafe had been released from custody after a confession from Ward had been found. (Y/N) pressed his lips together and walked, stepping out of the kitchen and taking slow steps toward the front door. Peeking through the peephole, his body slumped with relief when he spotted a different blonde standing on his porch.

Pulling the door open, he smiled solemnly. "Hey, Sarah. You need somethin'?" He asked gently, taking note of the backpack she had. Sarah fiddled with the sleeves of her white and blue sweater, hand reaching up to tug the side of it back over her shoulder slightly. She pursed her lips and lifted her puffy eyes to look at him.

"Hi, (Y/N).. I-" She paused and sighed, eyes dropping onto the floor again. "I was wondering if I could stay here for a while. I-I... I can't be around Rafe, not right now, not after what he did. And I know it's a lot to ask after everything that happened between us so I totally get if you don't want-"

"I don't mind, Sarah. I'm not turning you away after everything you've been through." (Y/N) soothed, stepping aside. Sarah mustered a smile and stepped inside, slipping her backpack off her shoulders and holding it against her chest. She inhaled and then sniffed, blinking at the smell wafting from the kitchen.

"Is that-"

"Hot chocolate? Yeah, I just made it. Want some?" (Y/N) closed the door and motioned toward the kitchen, chuckling when Sarah eagerly nodded. They walked into the kitchen and Sarah took a seat at the island, setting her backpack on the barstool beside her. (Y/N) grabbed the can of whipped cream from the fridge and a bag of mini marshmallows from the pantry, a smile appearing on his face when Sarah perked up at the sight of them. He covered the top of the hot chocolate with the whipped cream and sprinkled some marshmallows on top, setting the cup in front of her before he got another cup for himself.

"Thank you for this. For all of this. I know I don't deserve it after what I did to you. After what I did to us." She muttered, lifting the cup to her mouth and taking a sip.

"You're acting as if you divorced me and then murdered my entire family, Sarah. Yes, you cheated on me with Routledge of all dudes, but we're in high school. This shit's bound to happen. Relationships start and end all the time until we find the one who makes us thankful we endured all that heartbreak and drama." (Y/N) said, setting the saucepan in the sink and turning around to face her with his cup in hand. He licked some of the whipped cream off and hummed quietly at the taste before sipping on the drink. "If John B feels like that guy for you-"

"We broke up." Sarah interrupted, gazing down at her cup with a distant glint in her warm eyes.

Good riddance. "Sorry to hear."

"It was bound to happen. We were just... It was too complicated. His dad died because of mine and- and I couldn't get the look on his face out of my mind. He- He looked so pleased. I've spent all day today and yesterday crying and he never sent a message. He didn't call or anything. He waited for me to do something. Even Kelce called to check on me and my own boyfriend couldn't?" Sarah scoffed and shook her head but her eyes began glittering with fresh tears. "I did so much for him and he couldn't even be there for me."

"You know what might cheer you up?" (Y/N) smiled playfully, gaining Sarah's attention. She blinked away the tears and leaned forward curiously, strands of hair slipping over her shoulder and almost getting mixed with the whipped cream.

"What is it?"

"The annual bonfire party tomorrow. Topper begged me to go all morning until I accepted and I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you tagged along. You'll be able to get your mind off everything that's happened this month. There'll be enough mai tais for you to drink and forget about things for the night. Just like old times." Sarah hummed, nails tapping against the island in thought. She met his eyes and her lips formed a small smile.

"Alright, I'll go. Sounds like it'll be fun." She responded and resumed drinking until she finished her cup. Sarah slid out of the stool and walked around the island toward the sink. Rolling up her sleeves, she began washing the saucepan. (Y/N) finished his drink and set it in the sink, waiting for Sarah to finish cleaning before leading her up the stairs and to the hardly used guest bedroom. He flicked the light on and looked back at her.

"I'll be getting up early tomorrow for school so don't panic if I'm not home when you wake up. I'll leave something for you to eat in the microwave and then once school's over, I'll come by to get dressed and we'll head to the party with Topper. Sound good?" (Y/N) folded his arms over his chest, watching Sarah set her backpack down on the bed. She nodded and tucked some hair behind her ear, looking over the room and getting herself acquainted. She plopped down on the bed and ran her hand over the covers, a bittersweet longing on her face.

"Thank you, (Y/N). I really appreciate this."

"Anytime, Sarah. Let me know if you need anything." (Y/N) offered her one last smile and turned around, stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him. He headed down the hall to his own room and collected his pajamas, walking into the bathroom. After taking a quick shower and brushing his teeth, he tossed the old clothes into the laundry basket and made a mental note about doing laundry later in the week. Turning off the light and plugging in his phone, he collapsed into bed and curled up under the covers. He stared up into the darkness and let his body sink into the mattress, waiting for sleep to creep up on him. And just as it began tugging at his eyelids, his bedroom door creaked open, forcing him to open his eyes.

"(Y/N)?"

"Hm?" (Y/N) propped himself up onto his elbows and squinted through the dark, only being able to see the outline of her figure. Sarah nudged the door with her foot, closing it behind her and carefully walking through the room until her knee bumped against the edge of the bed. Silence fell over them and after a moment, (Y/N) pulled the covers up in a quiet invitation and Sarah accepted. With his eyes finally adjusting to the lack of light around them, he noticed she had changed out of her sweater and shorts, exchanging them for a shirt he was pretty sure used to be his and knee-length shorts. Her hair had been tied back into a low bun, and from the way her hair stuck up in random directions, she'd given sleeping alone a try before deciding to join him in his room.

"I'm sorry for everything-"

"Go to bed, Sarah." (Y/N) murmured, tugging the covers further up over his shoulders and pressing his cheek against the soft pillow. He was sure she'd continue apologizing until they parted ways. And while part of him enjoyed hearing her apologies, the guilt gnawed at him. She'd gone through enough, and he hadn't missed the scar just above her hip that looked far too much like a bullet wound. It made him queasy. She was only sixteen.

Sarah made a soft noise- a sign she wanted to apologize again for disturbing his sleep- and wiggled her way closer to him until the hair on her head tickled his chin. Her movements were slow and hesitant as if testing the waters for how much contact he'd allow before kicking her out of bed. He stayed still, eyes staring at the lamp on his nightstand, trying not to focus on the girl and the fact she was his cheating ex. Sarah slithered her arms around his waist and her eyes fluttered shut, face pressing into his chest. Her skin felt warm against his, and he guessed she felt similarly when she nuzzled against him further. But he couldn't decide if she was trying to wiggle her way back in to get some sort of revenge against John B or if she genuinely sought comfort. Maybe both.

Her breathing eventually slowed and her body went limp against him, parted lips letting quiet snores out. Even while sleeping, she looked angelic. Everything about Sarah Cameron seemed perfect. From her soft golden locks and her almond-shaped eyes to her slim and tall figure. A perfect track record, a sweet and genuine personality, popularity, and easiness when it came to boys. Sarah could flash a smile and dazzle a crowd. But it'd been her personality that'd attracted (Y/N) to her in the first place. Her attentiveness, her playfulness, and her loyalty to her friends even in the face of drama. He'd been cautious when he allowed her in. Her reputation with relationships had been no secret to him. She dumped guys months or weeks after dating. He put the caution away and it left him with a broken heart.

His eyes left the lamp and he leaned back slightly to peer down at her, only seeing her sleeping face. He pried her arms from around his waist, folding them across her waist and gently pushing her back slightly to leave some space between them. He'd given Sarah her chance and she'd chosen to ruin it. He loved her, he always would, but he knew it'd only do him good to keep her as a friend. To keep her at arm's length until she moved on to the next guy. Turning around, he put his back to her and got comfortable, letting his eyes close and sleep pass over him.

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Pulling up at the party, he could hear the rumble of dirt bikes, excited shouting, and music blasting from speakers. The bonfire itself stood high and mighty in the center, flames towering up toward the sky and posing a rather obvious hazard to the intoxicated teens dancing and mingling around it. Topper immediately jumped out of the jeep and hollered to his boys, bumping chests and fists with them before downing the first beer given to him. (Y/N) snorted at the sight and got out, locking the car once Sarah hopped out. She gravitated toward his side, arms crossed and eyes flickering in every direction as if she were the new girl in town and didn't know anyone.

"Come on, I'm sure someone brought something decent to drink tonight." (Y/N) smiled, hoping it'd at least cheer her up enough to socialize with her old friends. Sarah nodded in response to his words, arm reaching out and fingers wrapping around his bicep.

He tried not to think about how they looked walking toward one of the coolers. It was only a friendly gesture, a desire to be close to someone she knew well. One of the guys beside the cooler popped it open for them and they looked inside, shuffling around the cans on ice. (Y/N) grinned and pulled out a mai tai for her. The sight of it made Sarah giggle and she took one, wiping off the water on her shorts. The drink fizzed when she opened it and she clinked her can with his drink of choice before drinking. (Y/N) easily downed his drink, relishing in the soft burn in the back of his throat.

"He's here."

"What?" (Y/N) swallowed, wiping his lips with his sleeve and knitting his brows at her. He followed her gaze and searched the crowd of dancing teens until he spotted John B standing with someone. The girl with him rubbed his arm and leaned toward his face, and even at night, (Y/N) easily noticed the way John B's face flushed at whatever the girl was telling him. Sarah took his wrist into her hand and gently tugged him closer, hair swaying as she shook her head dismissively.

"It's whatever. He's single, I'm single. We can do whatever we want with whoever we want." Sarah crushed the can in her hand and tossed it aside, quickly bending down to grab another drink. Despite her words, she kept her eyes trained on the Pogue and the new girl. Her brows furrowed when the two leaned in toward each other, only relaxing when they leaned back. (Y/N) lightly squeezed his can of beer and finished it, tossing it into the nearby trashcan. He leaned in toward her ear.

"Tonight's about forgetting, Sarah. Let loose, have fun, go talk to your old friends." (Y/N) told her, one hand instinctively grabbing her hip when she stumbled slightly. Sarah pressed her hands flat against his chest and tilted her head up, a twinkle of mischief in her eye. Her lips formed a wide grin and her hands moved up, sliding around his shoulders.

"I am having fun! With you!" Her eyes flickered in the direction of John B. (Y/N)'s jaw clenched.

"You can have fun with Topper, Sarah. He'd love to have a dance with you, I assure you. But I feel like hooking up with someone tonight, so, I'll leave you to it." Sarah blinked at his words and her ears turned red, mouth almost going agape. He tugged her arms off his neck and moved around her, heading down the slope toward where the others were. Her footsteps followed then stopped. He didn't need to look to know she'd gone off to see John B. He scanned the crowd for familiar faces, looking for anyone interested in chatting with him. He made eye contact with a dark-haired girl and she grinned at him but before he could approach, he heard Sarah's irritated voice piercing through the crowd.

"Did I ask you?" He groaned internally and turned around to look at her. She stood between John B and the girl with Topper stumbling around slightly behind her. The teenagers around them began turning around and backing up, glancing at each other and exchanging whispers. Topper began shouting in Sarah's defense, prompting the girl to get in his face whilst Sarah turned toward John B and shoved him back angrily.

Phones were quickly whipped out in hopes of catching a fight and a crowd formed around the four of them as the shouting grew louder. Kelce's voice mingled with the shouting and then, gasps echoed through the crowd and they quickly dispersed, allowing him to see Kelce staggering backward and holding his jaw. Topper rushed at John B, grasping the collar of his shirt and pushing him down on the ground. People began pushing and shoving, causing more fights to break out.

"It hasn't even been twenty minutes." (Y/N) muttered under his breath. He caught sight of Sarah being pushed off the small platform, landing on the ground with a thud and a groan. He walked toward her and caught her forearm, helping her up onto her feet. She hissed softly and turned her hand over, looking at the scrapes and pebbles on her skin. (Y/N) took his keys out from his pocket and put them on the palm of her hand before he climbed onto the platform and searched for Topper through the crowd. He found him pinned by JJ as Pope took swings at him and huffed, grabbing the sleeve of Pope's flannel and pulling him back. He only needed to give JJ a look for the blonde to shove Topper toward him and raise his hands in surrender.

"(Y/N)-"

"Move your ass, Top." (Y/N) mimicked the way he'd seen Heyward grab Pope before and took Topper by the base of his neck, dragging him back toward the jeep. Topper stumbled and staggered, somehow already drunk enough to trip over himself yet somehow land a good punch.

"They started it!" Topper protested, pawing at (Y/N)'s arm in a desperate attempt to free himself from the older teen's iron grip. Sarah sat in the car, looking like a child who'd been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. She avoided their eyes and focused on the scrape on the side of her palm, lips pulled into a small pout.

"Just get in the damn car, Topper."

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