#all the main couples broke up then got back together in the last 3 minutes

[clarahue]

The Love Victor finale kinda felt, idk, underwhelming i guess. 

#the whole season kind of was #glad the added more gays though lol #love victor #benji x victor barley had any scenes #all the main couples broke up then got back together in the last 3 minutes #but i did like victor x rahim friendship #and that they got rid of simon #no offence but he did not need to be in the show any longer

[sinsandsweetness]

“consequences” - part 4 of PICK YOUR POISON - (a dads best friends love story)

part 1, 2, and 3

pairing- (Rick x fem!reader)

warnings- 18+ content, age gap, smut, needy + desperate reader, sneaky sex, almost getting caught, unprotected p in v, light choking, mutual pining, cream pie, poorly proofread. wc 3.9k

notes- i know this took forever, so thank you all for the patience. i rewrote this like three or four times because i just wasn’t as happy with it as i am with the first three parts. i’m pretty happy with it now but I feel it isn’t as playful as the first three. regardless, please tell me what you think:) comments and reblogs are always incredibly appreciated and your feedback means a lot to me <3 enjoy!

3 weeks.

That’s how long it took you to break him. Since that day up in your room, during the barbecue. When he was insistent on showing you how much better he could take care of you than anyone else could. 3 weeks from then is when you finally broke him. And who’d have thought it’d be in your own home, with your dad passed out on the main floor. Unaware of the downright filth happening upstairs in your bedroom. Filth that if he ever found out, would send him into cardiac arrest. Though you’re always careful, and to you, the risk is definitely worth the reward.

But it’s not like you haven’t had a couple close calls. Stolen kisses and flirty glances can’t go unnoticed forever. Your father hasn’t ever said anything. Even when he can see Rick’s hands on your waist, lingering a minute too long. Or the way you always sit right next to him. Pressed up as close as humanly possible. Practically in his lap. Well... sometimes actually in his lap. Your father’s not stupid. But, he’s also not exactly the most confrontational man. And he’s never actually caught you. There’s been no real confirmation of his suspicions. Until today that is.

After a long day of work at your dads construction site, Rick arrives at your house before any of the others. Freshly showered with a case of beer. It’s just you and him in the kitchen. Making small talk as he tries to pretend there isn’t a band of tension pulling the two of you closer and closer with every meaningless question.

“Didn’t know you were coming over,” you say, chopping up some vegetables on a cutting board. Glancing up at Rick who can’t seem to look you in the eyes. Distracted by the tiny little outfit you have on. A skirt, despite the brisk weather. A tight, fitted long sleeve that’s pushing your breasts together in the most enticing way possible. No bra. Clearly. And then there’s the best part. The part he keeps glancing down at while licking his lips and taking in a deep breath. Your thigh highs. White knit thigh high socks that make him want to pin you up against the counter and fuck you then and there.

“I uh- your dad told us to come for some drinks,” he looks up at you again, this time you’re leaning against the island, brushing your hands together to dry them off.

“So… where’s my dad then?” You ask, stepping even closer to the man. Too close, you realize at the hitch of his breath.

It’s been a really long 3 weeks.

“Uh- I imagine he got sidetracked. I know Maggie was looking for him. Probably caught up in conversation.”

“And Shane? Daryl?”

“On their way.”

“Hmm.” You hum. You’re right in front of him now. You can smell his cologne and the shampoo he uses. Damp curls forming at the base of his neck. Casual black jeans on, and a simple grey tee shirt. He places the case of beer right next to you on the counter, stepping in close so he’s pressed up against you. Trapped between his warm body and the cool marble.

You stay like that for a moment. Both of your minds going back to the night last week that you snuck out. To what happened in that truck. But more importantly what didn’t happen. What you’ve been praying would happen for weeks.

Finally he leans in, pressing a sweet little kiss to the corner of your lips before dipping lower. Breathing in your perfume.

“Missed you,” he admits into your neck. The warmth of his breath sends little pinpricks down your arms.

You breath in a quiet gasp when he kisses your neck. Warm, soft lips making their way down to your collarbone. His hands on either side of your waist, planting you against the counter.

God, you want him so bad it hurts.

Your hand goes to the back of his neck, pulling him up so his lips are forced against yours. Kissing him with the same fervor and necessity that had been building all month. Since that very first kiss in your dads garage. Since that day at the barbecue when Rick took you upstairs and showed you how much better he is at making your legs shake than Shane. Since the pool party, the day you were a complete tease and they all knew it. When Rick decided to take you down to the pool shed and teach you a lesson. You had no idea fingers could even feel that good. But Rick’s do. Everything Rick does, feels good to you.

And then, there was the night last week. The one that both of you have been thinking about every hour since.

You’d snuck out your bedroom window just to see him. To go for a drive and park on the side of the road. You kissed him til your lips were swollen and your panties were soaking through.

You know he’s wanted you from the very start. When he first met your dad and started coming over. Well before you’d ever kissed him. Showed interest in him. But that night, it hit him. How much he wants you to himself. How much he loves being alone with you. Just you. But no matter how tempted he may have seemed, he still refused to break the agreement. He still wouldn’t fuck you.

Yet.

“Rick-“ you gasp against his lips as he pulls you up onto the counter, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist. Skirt riding up to expose your lacy panties. You can feel him against you. How badly he wants you. How hard he is for you. How hard he’s been every night since the night you snuck out to see him. Touching himself to the thought of you, wishing he’d just fucked you then, on the side of the highway in the dead of night. Just you and him and the stars acting as the only witnesses to your risky little love affair.

“Want you,” you say against his lips, his hand starting to gently wrap around the front of your throat. His other arm pulls you in by the waist so you’re completely flush with his chest.

“Want you so bad,”

But before he can mumble a response into your mouth, both of you hear the garage door open. You both freeze. Eyes going wide, you slide off the counter, immediately pulling your skirt back to an appropriate length. Rick rubs a hand over his face, turning the other direction. Giving you a moment of privacy to get yourself situated and to deal with the tent in the front of his jeans.

Your father walks in first.

You can't even look at him. Blush so very apparent on your pretty face as you look down at the cutting board, pretending to be occupied with the assortment of vegetables. Daryl and Shane head straight for the fridge. Only giving you a smirk of acknowledgment as their gaze is darting in between you and Rick.

Your father notices. The way you won’t look him in the eye. The way Rick is nervously running a hand through his hair and how his eyes keep darting over to you. He sees it. He’s not stupid. But for whatever reason, he doesn’t say anything. He just stalks over and slaps Rick on the back with a, “thanks man, really needed this after the week we’ve had.”

Rick nods in agreement, taking a sip of the bottle your father just handed him. Rick looks over at you. Something unspoken behind his eyes that you can’t quite make out. Yeah, it’s been a long week indeed.

You don’t stay downstairs long. When Shane and your father start getting all loud and rowdy in the living room, the empty bottles of their fifth beers being knocked over onto the hardwood as their play fight begins, that’s when you decide to head upstairs with a quick wave, “g’night.” Rick is the only one who catches it. Nodding back at you as you climbed the stairs. Watching you sway your hips with every step. Skirt so short that the bottom of your ass cheeks are on full display.

You try sleeping. But every time you close your eyes you see Rick. That night in his truck. Straddling his waist and unbuckling his belt. The way he kissed you so deep. Filled with so much lust. So much need. You’d never felt that before. And even though he told you exactly how bad he wanted you, he didn’t have to. You could feel it. With every touch. Every kiss. That’s why it surprised you when you tried to go all the way and he still wanted to stop you.

“Not like this. I can’t- I'm… we’re not doin’ it like this.”

“Why?” You were out of breath, still trying at his belt but his hand came down to stop you, firmly calling your name. Grabbing your full attention to his stormy blues.

“We’re on the side of the road for christs sake. It should be- fuck. We should be at home in a real bed. Not sneaking around in some beater pickup in the middle of nowhere-”

“Rick-”

“No.”

“This is perfect.” You tried to assure him.

He sighed and pulled your forehead against his, catching your lips before mumbling, “You’re perfect.”

“I want this. I want you.”

“I know. And you have no idea how badly I want this too. But I can’t. I just- we can’t.”

He still made you come. Regardless of the fact that he wouldn’t fuck you. He wasn’t going to let you go home without a proper orgasm.

But you needed more. Needed him.

And now, laying in bed, reliving the scene in your head with your hands trailing down to your panties, you’re soaking right through. Your stomach doing backflips at the memory of his hands roaming your body in the dark.

With a frustrated groan, you sit up. Fuck. A cold shower is what you really need.

You get up and open your bedroom door, immediately met with the sight of Rick on the top step of the stairs. He’s got his index pressed to his lips when he sees you. Telling you to be quiet. Hush.

He’s smiling behind his hand. Dropping it as he reaches your bedroom door. He brings his arm up to the doorway, leaning on it. Other hand sporting a half empty bottle of beer. You wonder how many he’s had.

“They’re all passed out on the couch aren’t they?” You ask, crossing your arms and leaning against the doorway. Arms only inches from his chest.

“How’d you guess?”

“Well… it’s quiet, for one,” you turn around and head to your bed, sitting down and waiting for him to follow.

He does.

“And two… you’re here.” You say.

“I am.”

He sits down. A quiet moment passes and he takes another swig of beer before placing the bottle on your nightstand.

“Y’know, if you really don’t wanna sleep with me, you should probably stop inviting yourself into my bedroom. It’s sending some pretty mixed signals.”

He chuckles at your comment. “Mixed signals huh?” His hand goes to your leg, tracing the band of your thigh highs. You’re no longer wearing your skirt. Just panties, socks and an ex-boyfriend's baggy tee shirt.

“Yeah,”

“I was thinkin’ the same thing about you, sweetheart,” his hand makes its way up your thigh. His palm is rough against your smooth skin, the attention sending a jolt straight between your legs.

“How so?”

“Shane? Daryl?” He says it like it’s obvious. You fooling around with the other best friends.

“That’s different.” You look up at him now, the tiniest scowl on your face.

“How so?” His tone is soft but it’s clear he’s mocking you.

You open your mouth to respond but something stops you. Deep breath. You’re looking at his lips now. And he knows it.

“I wanted you, y’know. They’re fun and all but…“ you swallow. You need Rick. From the very start it’s been pretty obvious that you like him best. Always sitting next to him, as close as you can get. There’s just something different about Rick. The way he makes you feel. The way he was so quick to claim you. How he’s possessive and attentive and so insanely infatuated by you. It’s just… different. You can’t explain it.

“But what?” His nose is nearly touching yours at this point. One hand on your thigh and the other one reaching for your face. Thumb running across your jaw as you lean in.

You’re voice is quiet when you finally speak.

“I want you.”

He lips graze yours and you have a feeling that he heard you this time. Like, really fucking heard you. Not just the words leaving your mouth, but everything else that you’re trying to say. The way your heart is beating fast and you’re breathing is all shallowed. How he can see every nervous little tic that goes through you as he leans in to kiss you.

So he gives in. Reluctantly of course. If asking, “you sure about this?,” while peeling your panties down your legs is considered reluctant. Or worriedly whispering that “we could get caught,” while tossing your shirt across the room and leaning down to suckle at your breasts, nipping and sucking a few little love bites where no one else will see but him. Because that’s so very reluctant of him.

His hands are wrapped around your waist as he kisses down your stomach. Soft lips making their way down between your legs, propping one of your legs up and kissing your inner thigh. He takes his time, biting your leg and dragging his teeth down your sensitive skin. The action makes you whine, hands going straight to his curls.

“Rick just- c’mon,”

“Why don’t you just lay back and look pretty, huh?”

“Rick-” you’re on fire. Need pulsing through your bloodstream with every touch. His hands are holding your hips to the mattress, preventing them from squirming around. The featherlight kisses he’s peppering over your clit are bordering on the side of torture. You know he’s just trying to take his time. To savour the feeling and drag it on. Make it last and make it special. But he doesn’t realize how badly you need him to push your knees to your chest and fuck you til you’re a moaning mess.

“Rick.” You tug on his hair, trying to get him to just fuck you already. You’ve been waiting over a month for this. And judging by the arousal dripping onto your pink, cotton sheets, you definitely don’t need the foreplay.

“Maybe you’d get what you want if you used your manners a little more. Ever thought of that?” He looks up at you. And despite his words, he follows the hand urging him to come up and kiss your lips. To replace his shoulders with his hips in between your legs.

“Please,” you breath out. If manners is all he wants, then you’re a lucky girl. You’d tell him whatever he wants to hear if it mean he’ll fuck you. “Please, please, just fuck me, just-”

“God, you’re such a brat,” he cuts you off with a kiss, you’re legs instinctively wrapping around his clothed torso. And the feeling of his denim against your bare clit isn’t helping your incredibly desperate situation.

You reach for his belt mid kiss and you can tell that his instincts are telling him to stop you. To tell you that you’re dad’s downstairs and that it’s wrong. But with his forehead pressed against yours, warm breath fanning over your lips he dips down to kiss your neck. He doesn’t stop you. He lets you unbuckle his belt and push his jeans down, enough to reach his cock, standing tall and eager. You tug on his tee shirt and he helps you take it off, throwing it onto the pile of both your clothes building on your floor. You pull him in close with your legs, knitted socks all soft against his bare back, almost locking him into place. Your hands are on his jaw, pulling him in as you bite his bottom lip, gently dragging it out and earning a groan. At the same time, he lines himself up with your aching cunt. He enters you slowly with a muffled moan. A gasp leaves your lips at the stretch. He’s much bigger than anyone you’ve been with. In length and in girth.

Once every thick inch is completely inside of you, he can tell that you need a minute. Your breath is caught in your throat as you adjust to his size.

Well, no going back now.

“You okay?” He asks in between kisses. Keeping his hips still as you get used to the feeling.

You nod, “Just- go slow, ok?”

You can’t help the moan that’s crawling up your throat when he does as you say. Slow, intentional movements in and out. Fuck he’s big. But fuck, does it ever feel good.

“You feel so good,” you tell him. You need to tell him. To let him know how much you love it. How much you needed it. Needed him. “Please don’t ever stop.”

His breathing is heavy. Pushing down the groans and sounds you so desperately wish he would let you hear. He’s trying so hard not to come. You’re so wet. So warm. So tight around his cock and so fucking pretty laying there underneath him. Moaning all sorts of praise.

“You’re so big,”

“Rick, yes.”

“Right there, please.”

“Feels so good,”

And your words add fuel to the fire burning inside of him. The way you’re holding onto his neck, legs locked behind his back. Lips parted in the long awaited bliss of being filled right up. Taking him so well. And he makes sure to tell you it, too.

“That’s it, baby. Doin’ so good,” he kisses you again, “taking me so well.”

There’s a lot of hands. Grabbing at arms, necks, hair, faces. Whatever either of you can reach as he snaps his hips against yours. He’s done going slow. His pace is making your back arch off the bed and guttural, almost pornographic noises start to pour from your lips. Swollen and rosy and constantly catching his with every opportunity.

“Shhhh-“ Rick brings a hand up to your face. Forehead still pressed agains yours as he covers your mouth. “Gonna wake em’ up if you keep making so much noise.”

That’s not the only reason he needs you to shut up. It’s true, but it’s not the only reason.

He can’t take it. Well, at least he doesn’t think he can.

When he pulls out, your eyes go wide. No. Don’t stop. Why the hell is he stopping?

“What- oh.” your head falls back to the pillow at the feeling of his tongue on your clit. His fingers already knuckle deep and curling upwards to hit your sweet spot. Those fucking sounds you’re making are driving him crazy. But at least he knows he can last a little longer this way. Maybe make you come before he fucks you again. A little less pressure to perform when you’re already dumb from his fingers. From his tongue. From the way he’s sucking on your clit and pushing up on your thigh, fingers driving into you so hard you could scream.

You have to cover your own mouth. You know you’re being too noisy. And you also know the last thing either of you want is for your father to wake up to the sound of his daughter getting finger fucked by his best friend. By his friend who’s at least 15 years older than you. The one he’s been suspicious of for a few weeks now, over analyzing the way he looks at you. The way he listens to you. The way he brings you up and asks what you’re up to. All of it. And then earlier. The flushed faces of guilt and embarrassment when he got home in the middle of your moment.

You don’t need any kind of interruption. Anything that might put off the thing you’ve been pining for so badly for so long. But you definitely don’t need the interruption to come hurling up the stairs, drunk and careless and ready to fight.

So you bite your lip til it bleeds. A hot wave of pleasure erupts from your core, and spreads through you like a wildfire. Fuck. Those damn fingers.

Before you can even catch your breath, while your muscles are still twitching from your orgasm, his forearms find their way to either side of your face and he pushes inside of you once again.

“Ohmygod,”

You’re soaking. Both of you can hear it. The sounds of your slick, wet cunt perfectly taking every single thrust. So wet. And all for him.

“Ohmygod,” you repeat, nails raking down his back as he lifts your leg over his shoulder, deepening the angle to something otherworldly. Heaven or paradise or whatever utopia you can think up, couldn’t even compare. Not to this. Not to him. The way his cock kisses your cervix with every snap of his hips. The way his hands are roaming over your body. Trying to touch every square inch he can. The way he’s whispering all that dirty praise, telling you how good you feel. How wet you are for him. How fucking perfect you are. For him. The way he kisses the leg propped up on his shoulder, leaning back to admire what a mess he’s made out of his best friends daughter. So pretty and perfect. All flushed and glowing with a thin sheen of sweat coating your chest. Eyes glossed over in complete and utter ecstasy.

Nothing can compare.

“Rick, I- I-” your voice keeps catching in your throat.

“What? What is it?”

“Rick I- uh,” Ricks thumb runs over your bottom lip, dragging it out.

“I’m gonna come.” Your voice is hushed but your words don’t go unnoticed. Your grip tightens on his shoulders as his long fingers make their way down your body, pushing down on your lower stomach. It’s an intense pressure, sweet and comforting and so fucking enraptured that it brings tears to your eyes.

“God, you’re so pretty. Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock. ” He coaxes it out of you. Sultry moans leave your lips as you both reach your climax. Locking your leg around his waist as he fills you with his seed. Dipping down to press a passionate kiss to your mouth. Tongue tracing your own as his hips stutter to a stop. Heavy breathing with your chests pressed together. Thigh muscles straining from the angle but you can’t find it in you to care. Too overwhelmed by such an incredible high.

He whispers your name against your lips.

“Yeah?” You’re out of breath, doe eyes glancing up at him like he’s some kind of god.

“You are so fucking perfect.”

You know that while he means it, it’s not what he really wants to say. As if it might scare you off if he speaks the truth. If he tells you what he’s really thinking. It won’t. But he doesn’t know that.

Slowly, he pulls out of you. You can’t help but wince at the loss of contact. Leaned back on his knees, Rick tucks himself back into his jeans, forgetting all about his belt at the hypnotic sight of his cum dripping out of you. Both of you too caught up in the moment to think about a condom. And too blissed out now to find it in yourselves to care. His fingers trace through the warm liquid. You find yourself flinching at the sensitivity when he brushes over your clit.

“I’ll uh- I’ll grab a washcloth. Just- stay here, ok?”

You smile up at him. So predictably sweet and caring and clearly starting to overthink as he comes down from his high. Mind racing with “what if’s” and the overwhelming fear that you might regret it. Regret him.

But you don’t.

“Wait,” you grab his arm as he starts to stand up, heading for the bathroom to clean you up. To take care of you.

“Can we go again?”

A flash of surprise and then a wave of relief washes over his face as he sits back down.

“Jesus, kid.” He smiles and settles back in between your legs.

Right where he belongs.

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Can Anybody See Me? Part 20

Ah yes, the satisfaction of seeing the build up of several chapters get paid off. *cackles in evil author*

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16  Part 17 Part 18  Part 19  

***

The next day’s performance went off without a hitch and Steve was really getting into the thrill of being on stage. He loved performing in front of the kids as they laughed at the antics of Jefferson, Adams, and Franklin. He went full bitch every time Thomson was interrupted and the kids ate it up.

He was still struggling with General Washington line but Miss Lucy didn’t comment on it anymore so he figured he had at least done enough to make her stop.

Wednesday was the last performance in front of the kiddos and then that night would be their first full show. The auditorium was darkened and the spotlight was on Steve and instead of staying in the spot he took a half step forward, casting him half in light and half in shadows as he spoke his lines.

Behind him he could hear the sound of rushing water crashing into the stage. Had he not taken those steps forward he would have been drenched, ruining the costume and wig completely. As it was the only thing that got wet was his hose.

It took everything in Steve’s power not to turn around. Not to stop the scene. The kid playing Adams hissing to keep going. They would sort it out after. Steve began to shake as he finished his part of the scene and walked out. Vince was careful of the water on stage and thankful that his shoes had heels to keep his feet mostly dry.

They paused between scenes for the stage crew to clean up the mess, with Janice backstage trying to calm Steve down. Miss Lucy was livid. She explained to the kids that a water main broke and that the show would continue after a ten minute interlude. Then she interrogated every stage crew person not cleaning up the mess. Because it could have only been someone from crew that could have set it up.

The show went on and they were able to finish their performance without further mishap. Steve finished with only the barest tremor to his voice. His hands still shook, but these were kids. They didn’t know what had happened. Not really. But they had a cute little story to tell their parents that night.

*

An hour before their first nightly show, Janice came running up to Steve. He was getting into costume, thankful his tights had dried out in time.

“You’re never going to believe this!” she cried, gripping his arm tight.

“What? What’s going on?” Steve asked.

“They found it who sabotaged the set today!” Janice said, shaking his arm.

Eddie and Marty who had been talking to some of the other stage crew came over, too.

“I am so livid,” Marty said. “I can’t believe that toad got Ollie and Mindy to do his bidding.”

Steve frowned. “Mindy? As in Mindy Jones?”

Marty nodded. “She’s one of our best lighting riggers. She’s small and agile enough to get in and get out quickly.”

“Dude, she fucking hates me,” Steve explained. “We were in Pottery class together and resented me coming into the class after the semester started when I was forced to quit basketball and baseball due to my concussions.”

Eddie swore. “And Ollie is that baseball kid that knocked into Steve a couple weeks back. Called him all sorts of slurs.”

Janice’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit. That’s how Kyle got to them. They already hated Steve. I thought he’d paid them. But he probably didn’t have to, they were more than willing to do it without payment.”

Steve’s eyes went wide. “Kyle? Kyle Carver? He’s behind the water trap?”

Janice nodded. “He got them to rig the trap to fall during the ‘Is Anybody There?’ sequence because it would just be Steve and Vince and Vince would be far enough away that he wouldn’t get hit.”

“Okay, but why?”

Eddie pursed his lips. “He had been secretly working with Mrs Thompson, Tammy’s mom to get his own costume and wig. Once yours were ruined and you likely sick from being doused with water, he would step in and take your place as Charles Thomson.”

Steve sat down hard. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah,” Janice agreed. “Miss Lucy is pissed. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this angry before. She’s calling for them to be expelled.”

Steve’s eyes went wide. “Shit.”

“They could have seriously hurt you,” Marty said. “This isn’t just some prank. If the bucket had fallen, you could have gotten another concussion.”

Steve nodded. “I knew he was pissed that I got the role over him, but I never thought he’d go this far.”

“Yeah,” Janice agreed. “According to Mrs Thompson she thought he just wanted a costume for some party his dad was throwing.”

“Or so she says,” Eddie said darkly.

Marty nodded. “Yeah, I think she’s only saying that because the cops were throwing around words like conspiracy and attempted assault.”

Steve’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit.”

“I think you’ve got a friend in the HPD,” Eddie said. “They wanted much stronger charges.”

Steve blushed. “Something like that.”

*

Steve looked out in the audience as he waited for the lights to go down and the curtain to go up. He smiled when he saw all his kids in the first two rows. Dustin, El, Lucas and Erica, Mike and Will in the first row. With Jonathan and Nancy and all their parents on the second.

He continued to look for his parents. He had told him about it and his mother ensured him that they would be here.

He didn’t see them. But he still had two more nights. It was fine. He went out there and killed it.

Dustin came running up to him afterwards, screaming and jumping up and down.

“Holy shit, dude!” he cried, the rest of them following at a regular pace. “Where did you learn to do that? You were incredible!”

Steve blushed but gave him huge hug. Soon he was being bombarding with compliments and hugs. Everyone telling him about how well he did and how good the show was.

“We’re all going out for ice cream!” Erica said. “You are coming with us, right...?”

Steve nodded. “Of course. Everyone deserves ice cream to celebrate how awesome I am.” He winked at her and she rolled her eyes.

“You’re coming with Dad and me,” El said excitedly. “We’ll drop you back off here to get your car after we’re done.”

Steve agreed. “Sounds great. I just need to say goodbye to my friends and I’ll be right back.”

They all nodded and chatted among themselves as they waited.

Steve went back to where his friends were waiting for him.

“Hey, guys,” he greeted. “They want to take me out for ice cream in celebration, so I’ll catch you guys tomorrow, okay?”

Janice and Marty nodded, but Eddie caught his shoulder. “You want me to wait for you by your car in case Kyle tries something else?”

Steve felt a cold chill in the pit of his stomach. He hadn’t thought of that. So he nodded. “Yeah. I’d like that. I mean, Chief Hopper will be dropping me off, but they could still do something to my car while I’m gone.”

Eddie nodded. “I’ll keep an eye on it. I promise.”

Steve squeezed his hand and then waved goodbye to everyone.

*

“I didn’t know you knew the Munson boy,” Hopper said when Steve slid into the cab of his truck.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Do you want the legal answer or the illegal one?”

Hopper sputtered as El giggled.

“The legal one, please,” Hopper said after a moment. “I really don’t want to hear about the other one. For my sanity.”

Steve chuckled. “After Billy Hargrove bashed my head in with a plate, Eddie helped me get to the nurse’s station when I started throwing up in fifth period and we became friends after that.”

Hopper sighed. “Yeah, all right.”

“Plus,” Steve continued, “he’s protected me from Billy and his friends wanting to make an example of me to the school that Hargrove is the new top dog.”

“Well shiiiioooot,” he said, El looking up at him with her wide brown eyes.

Steve huffed out a laugh. “So, yeah. If it wasn’t for Eddie and his friends my senior year would have been hell. But as it is, they got me to try out for the play, they invited me over for Christmas so I wasn’t by myself. I’ve had movie nights with them. They’re good people.”

Hopper sighed again. “You’ve made your point.”

Steve smiled brightly. He briefly thought about telling them about Eddie and his relationship. But he wasn’t sure how they would react to that. Plus he liked keeping it private. Just something soft between them. Yes a handful of people already knew, but Steve knew they wouldn’t tell anyone without talking to Eddie or him first.

Steve had a blast at the ice cream parlor. He laughed and swapped stories with everyone. Just enjoying celebrating with some of his closest friends.

After Hopped dropped him back off at his car, Hopper walked him to it. “I just wanted to let you know that there probably won’t be a lot that happens to those kids legally. The ones that tried to prank you earlier today.”

Steve sighed. “I figured. Maybe if my dad was interested in more than chasing the latest skirt and actual cared about me, there might be something done, but right now Kyle Carver’s got the better lawyers.”

Hopper nodded. “Sad, but true. I’ll keep putting pressure on the mayor and other key politicians and see if we can’t get them at least expelled for their little stunt.”

Steve nodded. “Thanks. It’s something. Which is a hell of a lot better than nothing.”

Hopper gave Steve’s shoulder a squeeze and then walked back to his truck. Steve shook his head. He turned around to see Eddie eyeing him warily.

“Like, I know you said that Chief Hopper was dropping you off,” Eddie said, “but it’s one thing to hear it and another to see it.”

Steve shrugged. “You remember my comic?”

“Yeah, sure,” he replied with a shrug.

“Let’s just say that Chief Hopper and his daughter are involved, too. So I got to know them both.”  

Eddie nodded skeptically, running his tongue over his teeth. “And that would be why you were able to use their story for your comic for art class?”

“Oh yeah,” Steve said. He got close to Eddie, so close they were practically sharing the same breath. “And he tried to warn me off you. I told him that I am who I am now...which in case you need me to spell it out for you, is happier and healthier than I have been in years, is because of you. Because of our friends. Because you make me happy.”

Eddie blinked and blushed, pursing his lips. “Yeah?”

“Yes, you absolute menace,” Steve teased. “I love you.”

“Did you–” Eddie asked, suddenly worried.

Steve shook his head. “Not without talking to you first, sunshine.”

Eddie relaxed. “Let’s get you home, darlin’.”

Steve looked around and then planted a large kiss on his lips.

Eddie melted into it, pulling Steve flush against his chest. “I love you, too.”

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[opheliaweeps]

heyhey y’all

here it is, the first installment for ‘I wish I could’ve said’ and uh, well, it’s a long one (whoops). the next few won’t be as long, I just had, like, a few extra things to say to this person. enjoyyy.

i wish i could've said: intro | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

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here’s a letter to the girl I met on the third day of my first year at university. I was late to class, you had an empty seat next to you, and we were both hopelessly confused by school already. you were missing your mother tongue and your mother’s cooking, ghar ka khana, and i had accidentally packed too much food, an extra spoon, and the little bit of my culture that is the same as yours. bas, what else is left to be said after that?

here’s a letter to the girl I went to all of my classes with, sat next to every hour I was on campus. we talked about loving family and missing old friends. we worked on projects, complained about other classmates, and laughed till we cried. i would bring extra food and an extra spoon, and we would sit side-by-side everyday and eat and talk until my dabba was empty.

here’s a letter to the girl who I would walk with even when we met more and more people, started making more friends too. we worked together on partner projects, started arguing. but we still laughed and made memories saath-saath. we got good grades on our joint assignments and cried over our shitty midterm marks. I still brought too much food and too many spoons, and the tears from our eyes and stories from our lips would fall into that quickly-emptied box for me to take home and keep.

here’s a letter to the girl who hurt me and who I hurt. we fought after one of our projects got a bad mark because of a typo. we fought after a whole night spent awake working on a construction project with two other people, running on pizza and coffee and shitty naps. I slept for thirty minutes in a sad office chair. I let you sleep for three hours on a wooden bench with your jacket under your head and my jacket keeping you warm. we fought when I decided I wanted to work on the last partner project of the term alone, because we fought so much on the previous one that it almost broke me. yaar, maine kitna bharosa kara tha tujhpe. I trusted you. I didn’t want to take a sledgehammer to one of the best relationships of my life, and besides, we were still eating from the same bowl everyday.

but you did that for us, when you sent me a couple of long texts and I sent a few back, and we never spoke about them again for the last two weeks of school. you did that, when I came to campus at the start of the new term to find you nowhere, when I texted you wondering where you were only for you to tell me after the fact that you had transferred out of the program, hope we can still meet up! you did that, and for the next month I was broken and left with nothing but a text thread that was never active again and photographs from when you came to my house for diwali.

you did that. and even though I was at fault too, I still tried to fix it, fix us. know that without understanding that I did what I could, I would not have healed. you reopened a jagged heart-scar I thought had healed a long time ago. now I know if it didn’t work out, it just wasn’t meant to be.

so this is a letter to the girl who I thought would be in my life forever, the friend who supports me in tough times and takes me book-shopping if I’m feeling down. all I have now are the memories, but know this: I’ll always love the girl I remember from the beginning, the one I met who was lit golden by the sun and missing home. I hope you’re eating well.

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I’m not sure what kind of letter this was supposed to be, if it was a love letter or a goodbye letter or something in between. I guess I’ll leave that for you to figure out. you were always the one to make decisions for the both of us.

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Adventure of a Lifetime (Rake Yohn)

Request: “ik he’s more viva la bam but could u do something rake yohn related plsss <3”

Not to pat myself on the back but usually I don’t think I can pull of cute fics but I’ve been loving the ones I’m writing

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“Get my good side” You told Dico, turning your head to show the left side of your face as he held a camera up really close to your face. “You always look good,” He said grinning. “Don’t let Rake hear you say that” you warned Dico. “Hear who say what?” Rake came up to the two of you then sat down next to the parked van. “Nothing” You said, making your way to sit with him on the floor, you made room for yourself in between his legs.

You looked up at him innocently and gave him a quick kiss to change the subject. Dico walked away to go bug someone, probably Raab, and it was just you and Rake comfortable in each other’s presence.

Rake and you had only been dating for a couple months but you felt like you had known him your whole life. Rake, likewise, also felt very strongly about you. In fact that’s how you two ended up in Iceland together.

He knew it was a big step asking you to travel with his friends especially at the last minute but you accepted his invention so there you were with the love of your life thousands miles away from all your worries and troubles. You loved everything about Rake, including his friends. They were very chaotic but in a good way, they kept you entertained and they always included you when you were around.

“Isn’t it so beautiful” you asked Rake, you leaned into his back, relaxed. “What’s beautiful? You?” he said nonchalant “No” you giggled, “just like everything I guess” you couldn’t believe your eyes.

Even if you guys were in the middle of nowhere, the beautiful green grass and mountains that surrounded you guys, the clear blue lakes you’ve passed by and even though the sky was grey because it was cloudy and raining; it was all perfect. You took in every minute of it. “So is Ryan going to really do it?” you asked your boyfriend what his friends plans were.

Two of your boyfriend’s friends made a drunken bet last night that one of them would go down a waterfall in a barrel and the other one actually bought the plane tickets. “He has to, there’s no way he can back out twice” “Wait, you guys already tried to get him to do this?” You asked, laughing. “Yeah, in the winter but he pussied out at the last minute. He kept saying he was going to do it until we drove to the waterfall and told us “there was no way in hell” he was going to do it” Rake said remembering it like it was just yesterday

“You guys are insane” you shook your head in disbelief but you couldn’t stop laughing, imagining how it went down once Ryan broke the news. “What are the chances, we’re going to scare you away after this is all done and we go back home” Rake asked you seriously. You thought about it to mess with him a little but then finally said, “None, you’re stuck with me and I like your friends” “That’s the first I’ve heard that” He said surprised, “I thought after Bam stole that barrel from the chemical site you would’ve been thinking about what you got yourself into”

“Oh trust me I was but then I realized maybe that’s why I’m so comfortable with you and your friends. You guys don’t care, you just live and make memories. Who else could I get these amazing experiences from?” You started to shiver from the cold creeping up on you as you and Rake wrapped his jacket around you, holding you closer.

“I absolutely love you” he gave you a kiss on the top of your head.

You were a bit shocked, you and Rake had told each other “I love you” before but only in a joking way. “What?” You asked, whipping your head up towards him. “I love you. I really do. You don’t have to say it back but I just wanted you to know” He repeated himself, very secure with his answer. “I’m always unsure of a lot of things but I have never been more sure to know that I love you too” you told him, both of you adoring one another.

Rake was about to kiss you before you two had Bam’s voice “Okay, okay love birds, we get it” the both of you rolled your eyes but laughed, of course they would ruin a moment like that, “Let’s hurry to the waterfall so we can prove once again Dunn is full of shit and we came out here for nothing again”

“I already told you guys, last time that water was like negative twenty degrees, I would’ve gotten hypothermia” Ryan tried to defend himself as you and Rake got off the ground and hopped into the van with the others. “Are you sure you can handle us?” Rake asked one last time. “I wouldn’t want to spend this moment with anyone else” you said, happier than ever to be brought along on such a strange adventure.

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Break Up, Make Up (1/3)

Pairing: Bishop Losa x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, angsty af to begin with! Mention of Riz being dead, break up, cursing, it gets a little bit physical but it’s barely, a little bit smutty

Based on this request from anon Bishop please!! He did the dumb thing and broke up with you to protect you but then he's watching you pack your stuff up and he can't go through with it and apologises and.... Smut! 🔥🔥🔥 but I did change some things up so I hope that’s alright!

A/N: Part 1 of this Bishop fic I’m working on. I promise that part 2 will be heavy with smut! Hope you all enjoyed❤️

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“So it’s not me? It’s you? Huh, Bishop? Really? That is so cliche!”

You and Bishop had a heated argument in Templo. You weren’t sure how it started because one minute, it looked like it was all fine, and the next minute you were fighting and breaking off your relationship.

You had come over to check on him since he had been so distant lately after Riz’s death. He hadn’t been himself lately, especially not with you, and he showed it by not answering your calls or not coming home when he was supposed to. You figured that he just needed some time after the loss of his brother, but you were concerned and worried about his well-being, so you came over to check on him.

When you walked into Templo, he was all alone. The lights were dimmed; the only source of light was his cigarette in his mouth that lit up his face, a glass of whiskey in the other one.

He hadn’t heard you come in, his mind deep in thoughts about whatever was bothering him. “Bishop?” His head perked up at the sound of your voice, a small smile on his face that quickly dropped to the one he had before just moments ago. “Can I… come in?” You were still standing at the door, not sure if he wanted you to come in or not. “Of course,” his voice was a little hesitant, but you were glad that he accepted the invite.

You stood by his side, a hand was laid on one of his tense shoulders, “Is everything alright?” He didn’t say anything; he just signaled you to sit on his lap. You did so, and your arms went around his neck as one of his arms curled around you. The sides of your heads resting against one another as you took in the sound of each other’s even breaths and the faint noise from outside the room.

Nothing was said for a while, and everything felt fine and dandy until he spoke words that you would have nightmares about.

“I think we should break up…” That took you off guard. It looked like everything was okay now with you two softly cuddling together. Why did he say that?

“Wh-what?” Both of your hands were on his chest to pull you away a little to get a good look at him. “Wh-what are you saying, Bishop?” He made you get up so he could stand as well, standing at opposite sides of his chair.

“We should break up Y/N. I’m not… good for you… I can’t take care of you. I can’t protect you. You will end up hurt in the end or even worse dead if you stay by my side… like Riz.”

“Bullshit Bishop,” anger in your voice as you spoke, arms crossed in annoyance, “Riz knew what he signed himself up for when he joined the club; all of them did, I did as well when I decided to be with you. I know the risks of being involved in the club, and I don’t care. That is my own risk to take, and I won’t think twice about it if that means that I get to be with you.”

He let you have this little rant, not saying anything, just listening to you as he always did when you spoke. He respected your words, and he would never talk over you until you finished.

“Sweetheart, I… still think we need to break up. I love you. I always have, and I always will, and this has nothing to do with you as a person because you are just so… fuck… so wonderful, caring, and the most beautiful woman on this planet, but I don’t deserve you; I’m not good for you. I won’t corrupt you with my life in the club; I just can’t.”

He had no emotion on his face as he spoke. That was his way of trying to hide how he felt. He was angry and heartbroken on the inside, but this felt right in his heart. It felt right to let you go so that you would be safe and protect from him and the club, even if letting you go gave him enormous pain and suffering.

“So it’s not me? It’s you? Huh, Bishop? Really? That is so cliche!” Now you were almost screaming, not caring that the rest of them were just right outside those doors. “Please, Bishop,” your voice was just a whisper now, sad and innocent as you tried your best to persuade him into thinking more about this haste decision, “please don’t leave me.”

“I-I’m sorry querida… this… I just…” he couldn’t get his words out; they were too painful to utter. His head was now down in shame at the pain he had inflicted upon you. When he finally looked up at you, into those eyes that had him fall in love with you all over again, but they weren’t happy and cheerful like they always were when you looked at him. Tears were falling, and they looked hurt and empty.

“Y/N I-“ you cut him off, you didn’t want to hear any more from him, “I think I’ve heard enough Bishop… I’ll leave now… goodbye.” You just wanted to leave as soon as possible, not hearing his pleas for you to stay so he could explain himself.

Bishop didn’t register what had just happened until the sound of the Templo door closed. Only then did he realize how much he had fucked up and how much he regretted what just happened. He needed you in his life. He would always need to have you there by his side to love and comfort him, even when he was such a dick. Bishop knew he had fucked up big time. All you wanted was to try and help him in this challenging situation.

Coming home to your shared house, the first thing you did was find your suitcase to pack. All of your belongings wouldn’t fit into one, but for right now, you just packed a few clothes and such. You would need to agree with Bishop to pick the rest of your things another time, but the pain and hurt to be in your house with all the memories you created were too much, and you just needed to get out of there as fast as you could.

Amid your packing, you heard the front door open and close, heavy and rushed footsteps that belonged to no other than Bishop coming closer to your shared room. The door burst open, and he was met with you packing the last few things before you closed it and got up to stand. “I’m leaving.”

“Y/N I-“ “I’ll see you soon, Bishop.”

You quickly went to the front door, ready to get out of that house. Bishop was hot on your tail. He needed to fix this; he just needed to. He couldn’t lose the only thing in life that meant so much to him. He called your name again and again as you went through the house to the door.

“What, Bishop?” You finally answered; your body turned towards him just as you were about to open the door.

“Please don’t leave! Please baby! I-I didn’t mean any of those things! I didn’t know what got over me.”

He would expect you to forgive and forget as easy as it was to breathe, but you wouldn’t let him have that. He hurt you badly, and the words he said did have some truth to it.

“You hurt me, Bishop, do you know that? I just… can’t forgive so easily… I just need to get out of here for a while. Maybe we both need some time apart before we continue this.” You felt bad about leaving him while he was still grieving the loss of Riz, but he wouldn’t accept your reassurance and comfort, so in your mind, you thought that it would be best to leave him for a while so he could take it at his own pace, and when you were both ready again you would make this work.

“Goodbye, Bishop,” and with that, you were out the door.

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It had been a few days after you had left your shared home. Coco and Letty had been so kind to let you stay with them while you worked shit out. You hadn’t heard anything from Bishop personally, but Coco came home with updates for you. Bishop was sad, angry, and snappy at all of them. It didn’t sound like he was getting better with you gone, and after a few days, you realized that it was a mistake that you left.

That’s when you decide to go back to the house and talk with him, work out how you would move forward. Upon arrival, the place was dark, and it looked like no one was home. When you entered the front door, a strong smell of cigarettes could be felt in your nostrils. It was a sign that he indeed was here. Following the scent into the living room, you found him on the sofa with smoke in hand. The room was dark except for a lamp in the corner that gave off a faint light.

“What the fuck are you doing here,” he spat out after taking a long drag from the smoke. Brought back a little, you blinked your eyes rapidly a few times to get your bearings.

“Nice to see you, Bishop,” you answered sarcastically while your arms crossed and you propped your hip.

“You left me, didn’t you, so why the fuck are you back?” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him and how he was acting.

“You didn’t answer my calls when I tried to reassure and comfort you when… he died,” you didn’t dare say his name in case it triggered something in Bishop, “and then you talk about wanting to break up with me? I just thought you needed some time Bishop and besides, you hurt me with what you said. I came back now to work something out, but I can clearly see that you don’t want me here. So I’ll just leave you to it.” You turned on your heel and marched out toward the front door.

“Get back here!” His heavy footsteps could be heard behind you. Just as you were about to open the door to leave, Bishop grabbed your forearm a little more hard than he intended to, pulling you towards him.

“Ouch!” You yanked your arm away from his tight grip that hurt you a little. Two of your hands went to his chest to push him a little away from you. “Do not touch me, Bishop!”

All you did was stare at each other as it felt forever, but it was only a couple of seconds. The built-up tension that had been brewing for the last few days could be felt between the two of you. You knew where this would end up, like it always did, with some hot and steamy make-up sex, because as much as you got angry and frustrated with one another, you both couldn’t keep it up for long and would eventually snap.

You tried your best this time not to make that happen, but you failed to move an inch, to get away from the situation you knew was going to happen. His eyes told you all his secrets; they were dark and dilated, hungry with the need of you after so long.

It didn’t take long for him to take significant strides towards you, pinning you between him and the outer door, holding your hands above your head so you couldn’t touch him.

His hungry lips found your desperate ones, moving them against you almost animalistic, sucking and biting your bottom lip. They slowly moved down towards the valley of your breasts but not before biting and sucking on your pulse point, which made your knees buckle.

He tapped the back of your thighs to let you know that he wanted you to wrap your legs around him. Doing so, he walked you back to the shared bedroom effortlessly. Once inside, he dropped you down and ordered you to take off all your clothes. He watched as you stripped down each article of clothing, his hand palming his growing erection that started to become too tight in his jeans.

When all of the clothing was off, he took some time to admire your body, his heart beating faster and faster as he was watching you. Even though you always got insecure when he was staring at you like that, he continuously reassured you that for him, it was like looking at a piece of beautiful art.

“Don’t you dare to fucking cover yourself,” he spoke in an almost aggressive tone when he saw you cross your arms around your stomach, trying to hide from him. “You are perfect, doll, don’t ever hide from me, you understand?” You gave him a nod of your head, telling him that you understood, “now come here,” he beckoned you with his finger to come closer to him.

When your faces were inches away from each other, he pointed down to the floor, and you knew what that meant. He was in control tonight, and you had no other choice but to listen to him. You happily went on your knees, no questions asked as you loved to bring Bishop such great pleasure with your mouth. It was one of your favorite things that you did for him.

“Are you gonna be a good pet tonight and listen to me?” A faint “yes” left your lips; something Bishop wasn’t too happy about. His hand went behind his ear, “I can’t hear you.” “Yes, I will be good tonight.” “Good because the night is young and I’m gonna take my sweet time at destroying you tonight.”

To Be Continued...

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three years of you. — tear myself apart

Damiano David x GN!Musician!Reader

Main Masterlist — 3yrs Masterlist

Summary: it’s only been a couple of days, which were full of tears and regret. however, that regret wasn’t on their part until a simple comment was made. (Part 3 of a series)

Word Count: ≈3.4k

Warnings: cursing, alcohol intake, angst (Anyone drinking alcohol in this chapter is of the legal drinking age in the United States, which is 21.)

A/N: thank y’all for reading! this has already gained a lot of readers and so i am happy about that. love you guys sm 💕 songs included in this fic are not mine. any characters mentioned are not mine, and belong to their respected owners. and ofc, i don’t own the celebrities either. i do check comments/reblogs, so please be respectful!!

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You’ve got this, you can do it.

You tried consoling yourself. Normally, he would be here to help calm you down— or at least call if he could physically be there. He’d be there if you were about to have a panic attack, he’d be there to make sure that you were OK.

But you aren’t.

An entire audience full of strangers who listened to the songs, who listened to your heartbreak. Now, they get to watch your heart break live.

He wouldn’t— no, couldn’t— be there to comfort you. He couldn’t be there to tell you that everything will be fine. He fucked up, he’s the one who messed up that relationship…

“…then why did you show up?”

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Glasses clinked. Chatter was taking place all around. Honestly, it was a little overwhelming.

You sat down at the booth with the whole band. Saturday had rolled around, which you hadn’t noticed since you were lost in an almost depressive state where time was non-existent. However, the karaoke bar definitely woke you up.

“Alright, guys,” Luke, the lead guitarist, said, holding a couple of drinks in his hands. “Tonight is the night! The tradition kicks in once again, and Monday we start recording. Let’s celebrate and relax.” Julie, the lead singer and the girlfriend of Luke, followed behind him, setting more drinks down on the table. Flynn, the unofficial manager of the band, let out a loud, “woo!”, making everyone laugh. All of you grabbed a glass and clinked them together, all taking a sip at the same time. Your face crunched when you processed the drink.

“Jesus, Luke, what is this?” you questioned.

“Alcohol,” he said blatantly.

“Yeah, no shit,” you shot back, shaking off the effects.

“I just said that we’re relaxing— that’s exactly what alcohol does!”

“Or maybe you're just an alcoholic?” Alex joked, taking a sip of his drink.

“I don’t drink that much.” Luke defended.

“That’s what an alcoholic would say.” The whole band started laughing at the ongoing banter. It isn’t often when Alex made witty remarks like that, and everyone always enjoyed it when he did.

On another note, you felt as if you absolutely needed this drink. Given what’s been going on this last week, you felt like you deserved it. Though, you knew you’d regret this tomorrow. You knew Alex was keeping an eye out for you. The rest of the band didn’t know yet, they just knew that something happened, which is why you left Italy so early. They were all confused, but didn’t ask upon it when Alex glared daggers at them when they tried. So, thankfully, they did back off. But, it doesn’t mean that they weren’t concerned.

You had been talking, making it seem as if everything was fine, but Alex’s heart broke when he picked up on it. However, with the alcohol about to course through your veins, it would be harder from him to be able to pick up on whether you were drunk or going through it. Regardless, he was going to make sure that you were having fun and not thinking about your ex.

“Hey,” Flynn said, “why don’t we start the karaoke? I think we all have enough alcohol in our systems to do this.”

“I vote for Alex to go first!” You said, raising your hand. “Do Micheal Bublé.”

“Woah, hold up, I never even said-“

“It doesn’t matter. What I say goes. Now go.” He sighed, laughing as he stood up from the booth. He went over to the guy and told him what song he wanted to do. They got everything set up, and Alex got on stage.

“Let’s go, Alex!” You cheered on, making him smile and blush just a bit— though that wasn’t entirely visible from where you guys decided to sit.

The song started playing, and Alex started singing. It took you a few seconds to recognize the song but you figured it out.

“Oh, he’s singing Feeling Good. I love that song,” you whispered to Reginald, the bassist, who was sitting next to you. He looked to you over his shoulder, smiling. He hadn’t seen you so “out there” since you got back. It was nice to see you getting back to normal. Though, he didn’t actually know why you weren’t normal to begin with.

And I’m feeling… good.

You cheered Alex on again, dancing along to the beat with the whole band. Alex didn’t sing much, but when he did you cherished those moments. That’s why he songs Now or Never and Stand Tall on the band’s very first album are your favorite.

“God, I love his voice,” Reggie said, as if he read your mind.

“Yeah, and look at him,” you pointed out the way his body is moving with the music. The way he was just lost in a musical haze. It was enchanting. “That’s what his anxiety covers up.”

Alex soon finished, hopping off of the stage with an embarrassed smile on his face.

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed, babe,” you said, noticing his expression. “That was the best performance tonight by far. Not even Julie could compare to how amazing that was.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” she said, drawing out the ‘thanks’ in a sarcastic way. You raised your glass to her.

“Anytime, Jules,” you replied, raising your eyebrow and taking a sip. She laughed, letting the comment you made slip— for now at least.

“Hey, I have an idea!” Flynn exclaimed. “How about we take a couple photos and post them to our accounts? Y’know, to celebrate this very special moment.” Everyone collectively agreed. Pictures were taken left and right— and others were taken throughout the night, too— and each person had a different photo that they were each going to post. You had decided that you were going to post yours now, not wanting to forget later on tonight or tomorrow.

You captioned it:

Just continuing a small tradition tonight with music and alcohol. maybe if he lets me, i’ll post Alex singing Feeling Good 😏🤍

It was perfect and you posted it, after letting everyone see it to make sure it was OK. Within minutes people already saw it and were liking and commenting. You made sure to turn your phone off before it started going crazy. Julie and Luke decided to go up and do a duet with each other. They choose Little Do You Know. Their voices were beautiful singing the song. They mashed just so perfectly. You recorded them, knowing that you would 100% show them this at their wedding. (They aren’t engaged, but it’s bound to happen sooner or later.)

You weren’t paying attention to the notifications spamming the top of your screen, though you did look back once to see if the camera was aligned with their bodies. That’s when you saw a specific notification. One thing that you absolutely forgot when you posted that photo was that Måneskin could still see your posts. The only reason you remembered was because Victoria responded to your post.

Ahhh you look amazing!!!😘

The second you saw it, you put your head in your hands, mentally slapping yourself. If Victoria saw it, then the rest of the band is going to see, meaning Damiano would see it. Fuck, you thought to yourself.

“Hey, Y/N, are you alright?” Alex asked, placing a hand on your arm. You looked up at him showing him the comment. “I don’t understand.”

“Victoria commented. Meaning Damiano’s probably gonna see it.”

“Not if he’s blocked.”

“I didn’t block him, we’re still mutuals.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, Alex. Maybe I just haven’t gotten to it yet.” You realized the angered tone in your voice, not meaning to be rude to Alex. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap.”

“No, it’s okay. Hey, maybe if he does end up seeing it, he’ll just be jealous. Damiano will see everything he’s missing out on.”

“What is Damiano missing out on?” Julie asked, sitting back down with Luke.

“Oh, it’s nothing-“ Alex started, but you cut him off.

“I left Italy because Damiano was talking to another girl. It caused too many problems, so I left.” Everyone went silent. Everyone’s eyes softened at you, unsure of what to say.

“Y/N…”

“It’s fine. I’m here now. It doesn’t matter.” Silence fell once again, especially on Alex’s behalf. He knew you weren’t fine, he knew it mattered— whether you said it or not. “Sorry if I kinda killed tonight’s vibe.”

“N-No, you’re fine,” Reggie said. “You did nothing wrong.”

“Yeah, you didn’t ruin anything. I am glad that you told us, though. We’ve been worried.” Luke said, putting his arms on the table and leaning forward just a bit. You felt your phone vibrate but didn’t think anything of it— probably just another person on Instagram.

“Sorry that I made you guys worry. I just wasn’t sure how to bring it up. It’s just been a hard couple of days. This shit isn’t easy,” you explained, mumbling the last part. Everyone stayed silent, none wanting to make something worse.

“Luke, why don’t you and the guys go grab some food?” Julie suggested, placing a hand on Luke’s back, turning her attention back to you.

“Oh, yeah. Guys, let’s go,” Luke said, getting the hint. The boys got up and left, each giving you a sympathetic look. The girls, on the other hand, all stayed behind.

“Alright, listen up,” Flynn started. “Tonight is not the night to mope around. You can do that tomorrow when you’re hungover.”

“Right now,” Julie jumped in, “you’re gonna forget about that asshole, get your ass out there, and sing your heart out, dammit!” Your eyes widened at the girls’ sternness. A smile started creeping from your lips, Julie and Flynn following behind you. Soon enough, the three of you started laughing your asses off.

“Ok, ok, I’m convinced. I’ll have fun tonight. Thanks,” you said, trying to shake off the laughter so you can speak. You grabbed your drink, taking a sip of it. It was the same drink Luke got you earlier. Damn it, Luke. You shook your head to shake off the kick the drink had. Flynn chuckled at your antics, taking a sip of her, not as strong, drink. The guys soon came back with some snack-type items in their hands.

“Are we all good now?” Alex asked, setting down the plate on the table and looking your way.

“Yep, we’re all good now,” Julie answered, taking a sip of her drink. You chuckle at her, reaching for some of the food on the table. “But, Y/N’s about to sing for us.”

“Woah, wait, now?”

“What did I say? You’re gonna sing your heart out.”

You groaned, slumping back in your set in a joking— yet, not entirely joking— way. “Julie, I didn’t realize that you meant right now.”

“Ok, so? Get up there, Y/N! C’mon it’ll be fun.” You contemplated. I should go, you thought, it could be fun.

“Fine, I’ll go,” you announced, getting up from your seat. Reggie and Flynn got up from theirs so you could get out. When you got up, you turned to Reginald.

“C’mon, you’re doing this with me,” you said, grabbing his arm and dragging him over to the guy supervising the karaoke.

“I didn’t really wanna sing right now. Nerves, y’know?” Reggie explained.

“So? Reggie, I get that nerves are real, but there’s no way in hell I’m doing this alone.” You opened up a book full of songs, and was going through the selection.

“Why couldn’t you just get someone else?”

“Because I think our voices clash very well together.” You turned your head to him and gave him a smile. He shyly smiled back. You looked back at the book and held it up to Reggie. “What about this one?” you asked, pointing to a song. Reggie read it and smiled.

“Yeah, let’s do it,” he said, grabbing the pen and marking off the song and writing your names. You stood back, waiting for him to finish. When he did, he turned around.

“Alright, I’ve got us down. Wanna head up?” He asked, holding his hand out with a playful smile.

“Let’s do it,” you said, grabbing a hold of his hand, him taking you up the stairs and into the stage.

When you walked up, you saw the screen in front of you turn on, switching to the lyrics of the song. The lights were bright, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. You saw some people stare at you, but it was mainly the rest of the band. Reginald walked to the microphone set up on the far left, you took the other. The song started playing, immediately relaxing you. Maybe this isn’t as bad as I thought. The song you chose was a favorite of you and Reggie— Meet Me At Our Spot. Of course, the band loved it too, but they got bored with it after a while since you two were always blasting it wherever you went. You actually had some inspiration from this song and wrote a little tune, but you had no lyrics at the moment.

When I wake up

I cant even stay up

I slept through the day, fuck

I’m not getting younger

——

“Victoria, you don’t understand-“

“No, you don’t understand, Damiano!” Victoria raised her voice at him. They never argued. They’ve known each other since childhood and nothing had ever caused an issue, except for this.

“I did nothing wrong.”

“Really? ‘Cause it looks to me that you broke your lovers heart.”

“Y/N left me,” he said, trying to reason.

“They might have physically left, but, Damiano, you were gone a long time ago.” She started towards the front door of his house, grabbing her keys.

“Where are you going?” Damiano asked.

“Home. But, let me tell you something first, Dami.” She put her hand on the doorknob. “It doesn’t matter how you try to defend yourself, you fucked up. You broke Y/N’s heart. You were talking to someone else. The damage is done. If you’re gonna try and get them back, you’re gonna have to try really damn hard. You want to get Y/N back, right?”

Silence followed. Victoria gave him a second to compose himself, but ultimately feared the worst. “Dami…”

“I mean, yeah, but-“

“No buts. You shouldn’t be saying ‘but’, you have no reason to.” Damiano just looked at her. “Wow… unbelievable.” Victoria opened the door and walked out, slamming the door behind her. Damiano walked up to the door and locked it. He headed back to the living room and heard his phone ding. He picked it up and saw that you had posted a photo.

Just continuing a small tradition tonight with music and alcohol. maybe if he lets me, i’ll post Alex singing Feeling Good 😏🤍

He sighed. He unlocked his phone, and went to go see the photo you posted. You looked nice. Happy. What was the tradition again?

Right, karaoke. The weekend before the band records an album, everyone goes to a karaoke bar. He scrolled down a bit and saw a comment. He saw Victoria’s comment.

Ahhh you look amazing!!!😘

He figured that she saw the post before she pulled out of his driveway. He debated on what he should do.

Yeah, he fucked up. But, it really wasn’t that bad. It’s not like he cheated. It was just talking. He wanted to tell you that you look great, but wasn’t sure how you would feel about it. Like Y/N would care what I think, he thought to himself. You never broke up, though. Plus, he needs to know what’s going on, how you’re doing. He’s concerned. Couldn’t be the worst thing— it’s not like the internet knows yet.

Ok, I’ll just just comment.

——

Caught a vibe

Baby, are you coming for the ride

I just wanna look into your eyes

I just wanna stay for the night, night, night

You and Reginald were jamming out to the song, as per usual. Everyone was loving it, even the rest of the band. It was the most fun you’ve had in a hot second.

When we take a drive

Maybe we can take the 405

Hypnotized by the light

Man, this must be the life

As the song ended, everyone cheered you two on. You went over and hugged Reggie on his side, him giving a small hug back. You guys walked back to your booth, the whole band full of excitement. Alex got up from his seat and let the two of you in, you sitting in the corner of the booth.

“That was amazing!” Luke exclaimed.

“Thanks, we had fun,” Reggie said, practically reading your mind.

“Definitely.”

“Your voices go so well together,” Flynn remarked.

“That’s exactly what I said!” you said, hitting Reginald’s shoulder so he knows your point is proven.

“Ok, we don’t have to be violent about it,” he joked, smirking just a bit.

“Yeah, whatever. I’m gonna go to the restroom real quick. I’ll be back,” you said, waiting for Alex and Reggie to stand up so you can go. You grabbed your phone, stood up, and made your way to the restroom. When you got to the restroom, you went to one of the stalls but checked your phone before you did anything else. However, you almost immediately regretted it because you saw that Damiano had commented on your photo.

What the hell does he want?

You read what he had commented, and, honestly, you wanted to laugh.

You look great tonight, as you do every night, amore

You couldn’t believe it. Amore, really? you thought to yourself. You looked up from your phone, looking at the stall door. You contemplated what to do next:

For starters, keeping the comment wouldn’t be out of the norm for your followers. They knew about you and Damiano. However, if you deleted (which you really wanted to do), everyone would notice. People would speculate. Or, you could just go off on Damiano privately. That would be too harsh. But, this is your account— your decision. Do you want to have your cheater boyfriend compliment you the way he did?

You know what, do it later, you thought, turning off your phone and finally, actually, using the restroom.

Once you finished, you exited the stall and walked over to the sinks. You washed your hands, not able to get that damn comment off of your mind.

You walked out of the restroom and back over to the booth, but you didn’t sit down.

“Alex,” you said, standing next to him. “Can I talk to you?” He looked up at you, unsure of what you wanted to talk about, but got up anyway. You grabbed his hand and pulled him outside.

When you two got out there, you sat down on a bench, Alex following your move.

“Is everything alright?” You opened your phone and went to Instagram, showing Alex to comment Damiano left. “Oh.”

“Yeah. I just don’t know what to do, and it is tearing me apart. Do I delete it? Do I keep it? Do I argue with him?”

“Delete the comment, and, Y/N, please, block him on social media. You don’t have to block his number, but you should block him everywhere else.”

“Why not his number,” you asked.

“Because you need closure. At some point, you’re gonna want to text him or call him and try to get some understanding as to why he did what he did. You haven’t actually broken up yet. Maybe that’s how you finish off?”

After a moment of contemplation (again), you nodded your head slowly.

“Ok. Yeah, ok, I’ll do that.” You lowered your head and searched through your following to find Damiano’s account. You clicked the three dots at the top, and looked for the block button.

“You sure this is the right thing to do?”

“Yes. Want me to do it?”

“No, no, it’s fine. I can do it.”

You looked at the button for a second. You’ve never even thought of blocking him before. I’m your mind, he was the one. Now? Well, you’re blocking him because he cheated on you, so obviously your idea of him completely shifted.

I can do this.

Your hands started shaking slightly, your heart was beating like crazy.

I can do this.

Slowly, you moved your finger over the button.

Click it, it’ll be fine.

And, so, you did. You clicked the button.

You felt free.

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The Bet - Draco Malfoy

Harry Potter Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Summary: Draco makes a bet with Pansy and Blaise that he can make Y/N, a shy Hufflepuff, fall in love with him.

Draco Malfoy x Female!Reader

Warnings: Angst and Fluff

AN: Had this idea last night and had to do something with it.

Word Count: 1859

"I bet you can't make someone fall in love with you," Pansy who sat across from Draco and sat next to Blaise says looking at the platinum haired boy.

"I'll take that bet as long as it's not Granger," Draco says with a smirk. He knew that Hermione would probably punch him if he ever tried anything with her.

"Why afraid she'll punch you again," Blaise says looking cockily at Draco who rolled his eyes at his fellow Slytherin.

"Just get on with it tell who and I'll do it," Draco snaps looking at Pansy and Blaise who looked at each other with smirks on their faces.

"I'm gonna regret this," Draco thought as Blaise and Pansy whispered and looked around trying to find a girl that would be a challenge for Draco Malfoy.

Pants shoved Blaises shoulder and pointed in a direction behind Draco. Once Blaise saw the girl he had a smirk on his face as Draco looked at the two confused.

"Her," Pansy pointed to Y/N who was reading a book and looked like she was in her own world.

Draco looked behind him and saw Hufflepuff he hasn't noticed before.

"Who is that even," Draco asked turning back to his friends who shrugged.

"No idea," Pansy shrugged. "Now you have to make her fall in love with you in a month or you owe me 15 galleons."

Blaise coughed as Pansy rolled her eyes at him "15 each."

Draco thought about it for a minute his father would be furious if he took the money, but his pride got in the way.

"Deal."

For the next few days Draco watched Y/N. He finally learned her name. He saw that she was a quiet Hufflepuff who barely had any friends.

How he had to think about how to introduce himself to her. He still had most of the month left but he had to think class.

As they were in Slughorns class Draco kept thinking about how to get to her as Y/N was listening to the lesson her professor was teaching.

Y/N usually paid attention in class as she loved the stuff.

People thought she should of been in Ravenclaw but what she thought she got in Hufflepuff is her shyness. 

"Ok now for the next assignment we'll be doing partner work," Slughorn announced to the class.

Most people cheered but Y/N groaned internally since she hated talking to people.

"But I will be choosing your partners," He continued. Draco was now partially listening to the teacher as he heard the groan which mean partner work.

"Ok I'll start listing off the partners," Slughorn got the papers out and started listing out names.

Y/N's heart beat as she thought who she was going to get. She hated this stuff about school since she hated.

"Draco and Y/N," As the two people mentioned snapped their heads up in surprise different thoughts running through each other's brains.

Draco thought this was the perfect  thing to make her fall in love with him.

While Y/N was kind of worried she heard about all the stuff Draco Malfoy has done and his family as well.

As everyone got with their partners Y/N stayed looking at the ingredients for the potions getting ready to make it. She was worried about partnering up with Draco since his reputation was known.

As he sat next to her Y/N kept her face in the book while Draco tried to get a good look at her.

"Hey beautiful," Draco was the first person to say something. He thought it looked cute on her as she blushed at the nickname.

No stop thinking like that it's a bet.

"So what do we need to get started," He asked as she didn't say hey back.

"I'll get the stuff," Y/N whispered as her heart hammered in her chest. Before Draco could say anything she got up to get everything.

Draco scoffed as he watched her run off. He'll have to think of something else to do.

As Y/N sat down and put the ingredients on the table.

"So were you listening cause I certainly was not," Draco stated staring at the beautiful Hufflepuff.

"Yes," Y/N nodded giving him a smile.

"That's a relief," Draco sighed fiddling with his fingers.

"You don't listen," Y/N asked curiously as she put the ingredients in the cauldron.

"No was to busy thinking about a certain Hufflepuff," Draco flirted with a smirk on his face.

"Oh," Y/N blushed looking in the cauldron. Y/N thought he was cute so that's why she felt so flustered around him.

As the class went on Draco kept talking to her and Y/N kept blushing as butterflies were in her stomach.

"Meet me in the library tonight at 6," Draco said giving her a smile before leaving.

Y/N didn't know she should meet him. Maybe he wanted to work on the project or he wanted help in some other class.

Y/N decided to go because also would have been guilt standing him up.

"See you showed up," Y/N jumped as Draco said sitting next to her. She was to engrossed into her book.

"Yes I didn't want to stand you up," Y/N says quietly looking at her lap.

"That's sweet of you," Draco looked at her really looked at her.

He thought that she was the most beautiful girl in the word and even thought they just met today. Draco could feel his heart race.

"Thanks," Y/N smiled at him which made his stomach turn in a good way. "Uh why did you want me here anyways."

"Well I wanted to spend some more time with you darling," Draco teased her as he smirked at the girl who blushed at the nickname.

"Oh," Y/N says surprised.

"Oh why," He was curious of why she was so surprised.

“I just don't have much guys wanting to spend time with me," Y/N smiled at him maybe someone did like her.

Draco started to feel bad for leading her on but quickly got the thought out of his head as he stared into her eyes.

"Well I'm glad to be the first love,” Draco put his hand on hers giving it a squeeze.

They sat there for another hour talking about each other's interest. Draco was very fascinated about this girl.

For the next week the two were glued to each other's hips. Blaise and Pansy took note of this and decided to tease Draco about him.

"Is someone catching feelings," Pansy asked sarcastically.

"It's none of your business and for your information no I am not Draco snapped at the girl and got up walking away from his friends.

A couple weeks later Draco and Y/N got closer and Draco kept flirting with her which made Y/N feel giddy.

Draco invited her to his dorm where they could work on homework together.

As Y/N sat on Draco's bed she looked around and noticed how clean it was.

"Surprised love," Draco sat next to her getting his book out. He didn't really want to study but as long as it was with her it was fine.

Draco in the past 3 weeks has caught feelings for the girl who captured his heart. His stomach would have butterflies every time the talked and every time she smiled at him.

“So let’s get started,” Y/N stated with a smile.

As she continued talking Draco got lost in the way she spoke and a smile on the corner of her lips. Draco wouldn’t admit it but he was smitten.

“Draco are you even listening,” Y/N asked with a smile looking at the boy who snapped out of his daze.

“You are so beautiful,” Draco whispered ignoring Y/N. She let out a blush.

He put his hand on her cheek and felt the heat from the blush. He put his lips on hers and he knew it was her first time.

He knew this since she tried to copy his movements and Draco didn’t mind. Draco was glad to be her first kiss.

“I think I’m falling love with you,” Draco whispered against her lips.

Y/N stared up at him flabbergasted soon turned into a sheepish look.

“I think I’m falling in love with you too.”

In the next few days Draco took her out on the first day she’s ever been on and it was amazing. Draco treated her like a princess.

“I’m done I don’t want to do this bet anymore,” Draco snapped at Blaise and Pansy.

“You can’t just do that,” Pansy hissed.

“Pansy it was just a bet,” Blaise defended Draco.

“No,” Pansy snapped.

“I’m sorry Pansy I’ll pay you back but I’m done I don’t want her to think I’m only doing this for a bet when it’s done,” Draco snapped not noticing the Hufflepuff who walked up to him and had a shocked expression on her face as she heard Draco’s word.

“It was just a bet,” Draco heard Y/N behind her. Draco closed his eyes feeling annoyed with him self.

“Love,” Draco turned around and saw the sad expression on her face and tears coming in the corner of her eyes. He felt so guilty. She looked so sad.

Before he could say anything else she ran out going to her dorm room with tears running down her cheeks.

“Damnit,” Draco cursed himself ignoring Blaise and Pansy running after Y/N knowing she was going to her room.

He ran into the Hufflepuff common and thank god no one was in there. He ran up the stairs to her room where she was crying on her bed.

“Y/N/N,” Draco says cautiously.

“Go away,” Y/N cried into her pillow making her words muffled.

“Please love let me explain,” Draco raced his words out as he ran to her bed sitting next to where her body laid.

When Y/N didn’t say anything he continued.

“It did start out as a bet but as I got to know you I felt myself fall more in love with you,” Draco started to explain. “I started to feel guilty so that’s why I broke the bet off so I could be with you without it being a bet,” Draco lets out a tear.

“So it wasn’t just a lie,” Y/N asked sniffling as she sat up next to him. Her eyes were all black from the mascara.

“No it wasn’t just a lie,” Draco says wiping the tears away.

“One more chance and if you ruin it I’m done,” Y/N says sternly.

Draco nodded while saying “Of course anything love.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist burying her face in his chest while his head rested on the top of her head.

He was happy that she forgave him because right now she was the only good thing in his life. And he knew he would never doing anything wrong again because he love her so much.

Even after a month.

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Heartbreak Woman [Cho/Cedric Ending]

Warning: Angst! Brokenhearted!Reader

WC:1454

I proposed 3 varying endings and the response was across the board so I decided why the heck not write ALL 3 choices!

a/n: I haven't been active on tumblr this past month. Motivation to read & write wasn't really there. Feelin pretty crap. I don't think it's my best work- I actually wrote this ending last month but delay posting it since I promised to post all 3 endings back to back- but with the recent burnout, my progress is slow. Proofread it and push the insecurities & anxieties away and here we are. Love was put into this, I hope you enjoy it! Don't worry, the other 2 endings are on the way.

I tried posting this 9 times now and it keeps saying error. this is me testing it with mobile so formatting is hard but I hope it posts

BG: You were hoping that your best friend, Cedric to ask you to the Yule Ball. Instead you were roped into helping him ask Cho out. It broke your heart, but at least this way while helping him out you could pretend that he was doing all the sweet things to you. On the other side of the picture, Harry was too heartbroken upon learning that Cho is going out with Cedric.

Read the main story before it diverges ending here!

>>>Heartbreak Woman [Main]

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

 

Did Harry Potter really just ask you out and you said yes?

Touching your forehead, it wasn’t bleeding anymore but there is still a slight sting to it from the collision with Harry’s broom. Yes. That definitely happened. You thought to yourself, this isn’t some delusion from the injury.

 This is good. This is good. Hyping yourself up. You enjoy his company and that should be enough to stop your thoughts from going about a certain Hufflepuff boy. The same boy you had abruptly left alone in the greens. It’s not his fault nor it is Cho’s for wanting to date each other. You have nothing against them, they are both such lovely and kind people and not to mention popular- it was only a matter of time that they got together, Hogwarts’ Power Couple.

No, it’s just you and your stupid feelings falling for your best friend and agreeing to help with the courtship.

‘Y/n? Hii.” The voice reels you back to reality.

You blinked. “Cho! Hi!” Greeting her loudly had been taken by surprise. You dial down your volume. “What can I do for you?”

“It’s actually what you did, really… I just wanted to say thank you.”

You were confused, why was she thanking you?

“For helping Cedric I mean” She clarified. “He mentioned that you helped him with the picnic idea. It was very sweet. It was what made me finally say yes.”

“That’s awesome.” You force yourself to smile. “I’m glad you guys are together, I can finally get that git to stop bothering me with date ideas. That’s 3 weeks of my life I’m not getting back!” There was some truth to that statement, now that she and Cedric are together you don’t have to go through the pain of practice dates with Cedric.

“You y/n are the absolute wingwoman! Legend material!” Cho praised. “You're like my fairy godmother!” She continues, wrapping you into an embrace.

“yayyyy….That’s me…” You mumble into her luscious hair. Grateful that Cho couldn’t see your face.  Pulling apart, you don’t let her go quite yet. With hands on her shoulder, you stare unwavering. “Just don’t break his heart yea? He’s really smitten by you, promise you won’t hurt him.”

Cho is taken aback a bit, your words clearly coming from a strong emotional bond with the boy.  Thoughts of love, Eros, passed through her mind but brushed it away - It can’t be y/n help them get together. Y/n’s words must come from Philia love, y/n and Cedric had been best friends since before they could talk! Everyone knows that. They have a soul connection that can’t be replicated.  “I promise.”

~

14th February.

Valentine’s Day.

This holiday sucks.

No, not for the reason that you’re single. Nah.

Today is a downer as you won’t be able to do your annual tradition.

See every since 3rd year you and Cedric would be in a pink ensemble outfit complete with red heart sunglasses. Spreading chants of self love and showering fellow single students and professors with compliments. This all started out when your roommates teased you for not having a date for Valentine’s day.  When Cedric had heard about it, he went all out. The boy basically made sure that every single person knew how wonderful, beautiful and intelligent you are.

It was this day onwards that 2 things happened.

Complementing and advocating for self love, Philautia, in a pink get up became an annual Valentine’s tradition. (Even a couple of students joined the cause, expanding from you just both into an association/group of sorts.)

 You started to see Cedric in a new light. In other words, you were falling in love with your best friend.

Scanning the Great Hall for pink cladded pupils, you were glad that the group had saved you a seat however a certain Hufflepuff was out of sight. Taking a deep breath, you cleared your head. Get it together y/n. Today is about sharing love and do NOT think about Cedric and Cho going on a romantic date in Hogsmeade.

You were about to take a step forward when-

“Argh!” Shutting your eyes as the hall spun around.

“Relaxx!! Relax! It’s just me.”

Feet back on solid ground, you turned towards the perpetrator, the one boy you did not want to see right now. “What the fuck Ced! Don’t scare me like that!”

“I’m sorry…” Cedric raises his arms in surrender. “Is everything alright?”

“Yea everything’s fine.”

Cedric raises a brow. You forget that this boy can see through your bullshit.

“Only had a couple hours of sleep, that’s all.” It wasn’t a lie, in fact you’d only gotten 3 hours of rest last night, it was just the case of omitting that his upcoming date with Cho was the reason for your restlessness. You don’t want to blame it on jealousy, but it is.

Grabbing hold of your hand, he pulls you towards the group. "Alright then, I've got some spare sleeping potion if you need."

You wave to your fellow singles as you sit down."uh..thanks Ced." You couldn't stop vocalizing your confusion as to why Cedric is still right next to you. Normally you wouldn't complain, but today was Valentine's Day.

"Ouch y/n!" Cedric sassed, eyes focused on piling food onto his plate." Just because I have a girlfriend now doesn't mean I would disappear on my best girl."

My best girl. It hurts to be called that in another context than you wanted.

"Don't you have a date with Cho today?"

"Yea but Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop  doesn't open until 11am. Which gives me time for our annual Valentine's tradition!"

"But you're taken."

"Yes….but I could still help spreading the love!" Cedric glanced around. "No one minds that I come to join you right?"

A murmur of Nos filled your eyes.

"Haha! See I told you!" Cedric brags, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Looks at you straight in the eyes, those gorgeous grey irises melting away your defenses."You can't get rid of me that easily." He whispers, loud enough only for you to hear. You could feel the heat filling up your face due to his closeness. Too busy lost in the rapid beats of your heart, you failed to notice his face getting even closer.

A softness like cotton grazes your cheek.

Cedric kissed you!

Your mind is close to being short circuited. The area of where Cedric's lips were a nanosecond ago is cold as ice. The cold contrasted with your now burning hot, blushing face.

You could live in this forever. All external environments quiet, blocked out of focus. Cedric's arms around you while the butterflies in your stomach bursts out, occupying your whole body with sheer giddiness from having his lips on you.

But the daydream breaks.

"Hey Love! You ready?"

"Morning!" He greets, kissing her. "Uh…" It's only 9:34am. You nod, silently telling him that it was okay to miss your annual tradition. You weren't expecting any quality time today, yet he managed even if it was just for breakfast. "Yea.. give me 10 minutes to go change and I'll pick you up at the courtyard?"

"Sounds great. Be quick cause I miss you already!"

"Sure will sweetheart." He pecks her lips again then waves goodbye to the table and he's off, running.

The tension changes once Cedric is gone.

"Can I talk to you outside y/n?"

"uh yeah" Once outside. "What's up?" Trying to sound casual. Cho inviting you to speak privately isn't usual-seeing that you were the couple's go to accomplice for surprises.

"I see the way you look at him."

"I'm sorry?"

"I know.you like him. y/n. I know you like Cedric."

"Cho.. you can't be serious, he's my best friend!"

"I wasn't sure then.but just now..the way you act around him. the way you look at him. y/n is undeniable. It’s  so obvious-I had assumptions then but everyone just brushes it off as your childhood friend with each other. heck even both of you say that."

"Cho…."

"I didn't bring this up before because I felt insecure, jealous even that I can't live up to the standard of relationship you and Cedric have.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. There were too many revelations bombarding you all at once, that you are having trouble processing what is going on.

“But I am tired of what ifs and worrying.” Voice quivering, she continues. “You've got to tell him, y/n."

The words snap you back into place.

"Cho… I can't. I can't ruin your relationship."

If you love someone and they love someone else, you let them go.

~

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[midgardianweasley]

hello! welcome to fanfic writing for hp and mcu! I was wondering if I could make a request for Freddie! Maybe something fluffy where he’s becomes familiar with the muggle world bc of work and takes his pureblood gf to London for the first time and just gushes over how cute she is experiencing all the muggle stuff for the first time? Thank you!

hello my lovely! I had so much fun with this request. I hope you like it!<3

Seeing the sights

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: Fred takes a week holiday from work, he’s been doing some travel over the last few months to muggle London and decides to take Y/N, who’s never experienced the muggle world, to see some of the popular sights.

Warnings: none :)

Word count: 1864 words

Message/ask if you want to be on the taglist <33

“Hey sweetheart! I’m home!” Fred announced to the quiet home, hanging up his coat and putting his wand down on the unit beside the front door. He briefly thought that maybe his girlfriend was out somewhere, however, that thought was quickly discarded when he heard footsteps running towards him and before he knew it, a body collided with his chest. After recovering from his stumble from the collision, he looked down to see a mop of Y/H/C hair just below his chin. He went to speak, before hearing a slight mumble.

“Sorry Darling, what was that?” He chuckled, holding her arms as she gently pulled away, looking up at him, she smiles before responding

“I missed you”

“I missed you too sweetheart, but, I come with good news!”

“Ooooh, I like good news! Tell me, tell me, tell me!” She claps her hands, excited for what Fred was about to reveal.

“Georgie and I have closed the shop for the next few days, he and Angelina are gonna be heading off to Scotland on holiday, so, I was thinking that you and I could take a trip to muggle London!” He spoke, excitement in his voice clear as day. He’d been going to muggle London on business with his brother a few times over the last couple of months and he’d seen some places he wanted to share with his girlfriend, a pureblood like himself, as she’s never experienced anything muggle related before that wasn’t taught in a classroom. He wanted to show her firsthand to let her have an insight on some of the things he’d seen.

“The place you’ve been telling me about?”

“Yeah! The place that has the awesome cake I was telling you about!”

“There’s gonna be cake?”

“There will be cake”

And those were the last words spoken before she ran off in a hurry again, reaching the cupboard in the hall of their shared home, to pull a suitcase down and beginning packing. Fred smiled, happy to see that the excitement he was feeling, was mutual.  

~Timeskip~

The couple had just arrived and settled themselves into their hotel in the heart of London when Y/N bounced over to the windows in their bedroom and opened the door of their balcony, giving them a full view of the city.

“Wow, it’s beautiful!” Y/N spoke, wrapping her hands around the new pair of arms that had found themselves around her waist. Fred gently kissed below her ear, enjoying the slight breeze outside, glad they had worn their jumpers as it was starting to become fall season.

“So I was thinking” He began, still giving her quick pecks, moving between her neck and her jawline. “We could either chill out for today and see the sights tomorrow, or, we could spend the rest of today out and about and just choose what to do tomorrow depending on how you feel today goes.”

She thought it over for a few minutes, trying to decide whether she wanted to save the tourist stuff for later in the trip or start exploring today, when looking out at the busy city, it was suddenly really obvious what she wanted to do.

“I wanna go and see what that thing is!” She jumped, struggling to contain how eager she was.

“The big circle thing over there?” He spoke, following where she was pointing.

“Yeah!”

“Ahh, that’s called the London Eye” Leading her inside and helping her put her coat back on

“Wait, what? But there’s no eyes? Can that thing see?!” She exclaimed. He laughed before explaining that it wasn’t a literal eye, before leading her out of the door and smiling at how clueless she was, almost forgetting that it was exactly how he and George were when they first visited. Thankfully this time, Fred remembered the key card to their room, learning from an unfortunate mistake he and his twin brother made that resulted in the pair sitting outside in the hall for forty minutes, waiting for someone to let them back in. Y/N watched Fred put the key into their door, confused as to what he was doing as she pulled out her wand. Upon turning and seeing her eyes flutter between her wand and the rectangular thing in his hand, he started to explain again.

“This is a little card we put in this machine attached to the door handle, it locks and opens the door for us whenever we swipe it in this little slot here.” He explains while demonstrating, taking great joy in her face morphing as she tries to understand.

“We can’t just use ‘Alohamora’?”

“No Love, it’s all done the muggle way here, remember?”

Not entirely sure of herself, Y/N puts her wand back into her coat pocket and watches as Fred does the same with the muggle key card.

After a walk in Hyde park and hearing Big Ben ring out, scaring Y/N almost half to death ultimately causing Fred to practically fall over from laughing so much, the pair found themselves in Trafalgar Square, a soon to be favourite of Y/N’s.

“Can you guess why we’re here?”

“Uhm, to look at the fountain?”

“Well, yes, that, but, look up and to your left”

Y/N did as Fred had told her and gasped in excitement, for what felt like the thousandth time, when spotting the big cake logo above the doorway. Putting the pieces together, she knew that this was the place where Fred had kept bringing back Y/F/C from his trips. Fred took his hands from his back, to reveal two boxes of her favourite cake that she had been craving since it was first mentioned. Y/N wasted no time in taking the box from his hand, thanking him and opening it up, not stopping to wonder how the hell he’d managed to go and get it when she could’ve sworn she was with him the whole time. Her attention was brought back to Fred when he held a plastic, wrapped fork in front of her face, saving her from getting any crumbs or icing on her outfit. She took it from his hands gently and the two of them started to eat their cakes, occasionally taking some from the other person with large smiles painted across their face.

~Timeskip~

The sun had almost set now, the city now starting to light up with rows of street lights, headlights from the cars of people returning home from work to their loved ones, further accompanied by the lights from overlooking apartments. Y/N stood in the middle of the streets that had started to calm, but not by much, and spun slowly on the spot, taking in the beauty of the night atmosphere. What she had failed to notice, was that all throughout the day, Fred had been giving her the same look. He was completely in awe of her fascination and how she thought everything was the most wonderful thing she had ever seen. He knew that the muggle world would be a new environment for her, causing him to feel slightly anxious when first raising the idea, but seeing her be so absorbed by everything, made him feel like his heart had grown double the size. Stopping on the spot, Y/N saw her boyfriend look like he was in a trance, making her shy under his gaze when realising he was staring at her.

“You okay Freddie?” She spoke, watching him blink a few times before stepping forward and hugging him, feeling slightly colder now that it was darkening. He noticed her shiver slightly, unwrapping his scarf from his neck and gently wrapping around hers, before holding her face in his hands, a soft smile on their faces.

“Never better, my love.” They pulled away from their hug, taking each other's hand, and walked towards the main event of the day, well, night time now. Waiting in line to hop on the ride, the two of them swung their arms back forth. ‘The eye looks so much bigger from down here’, Y/N thought, craning her neck to look at the top of the wheel, Fred not having to strain too much due to his height, but is still taken aback everytime he sees how tall it is, he chuckles to himself thinking that this must be how Y/N feels when looking up at him, not daring to voice his thought, knowing it would result in a slap to the chest, a light-hearted one, but it was better safe than sorry.

The line moved quickly until it was eventually the couple’s turn to walk into the pod-like thing, managing to have it all to themselves, the line not being as busy as it was during the day. When it started to move again, Y/N stumbled, holding onto Fred as she lost her balance slightly, not prepared for it to move so suddenly, causing the both of them to laugh at her clumsiness. Everytime they feel that they can’t possibly be happier than what they are or smile anymore than what they have, they’re proven wrong.

When they got to the top, an audible gasp fell from Y/N’s lips, if she thought that the views were pretty from the ground, seeing them from the top of this wheel was a whole other level. She walked closer to the glass, looking at all of the lights and tiny figures walking the streets. Sure, she’d gone flying on her Firebolt before and playing quidditch had given her a high view of a crowd before, but when flying, you can never really appreciate the views, especially not if you have a bludger flying towards you, something Fred had always made sure wouldn’t happen, knowing how painful it can be to be hit with one of those things. But with everything so still from where she was, there was no crowd screaming, no breeze whipping her hair in 50 directions, there was just serenity.

“Do you like it?” Fred broke the silence, eyes still focused on the girl beside him, watching her eyes go back and forth. He thought she hadn’t heard him she was so entranced, before she whispered a short “It’s incredible.” Another minute went by until she was pulling her eyes away and meeting with his, having to look up slightly. “I love it Fred. I love it all, today has been absolutely insane. Thank you so much.” She spoke softly, wrapping her arms around his torso and hugging him tight, but careful not to squeeze him. He returned the hug, arms wrapping around her shoulders and chin placed upon her head. A soft “you’re welcome darling” escaping him, careful to not break the peaceful silence they had.

And while Y/N was peacefully looking at the view, still wrapped up in Fred's scarf and his arms, her head felt empty with how peaceful the moment was, Fred felt the same, however, his head didn’t feel empty as he had one thought running through his head.

‘I’m going to marry this girl’

And thankfully, he had the ring in his back pocket ready to act on it.

Taglist: @horrorxweasley @dracofknmalfoy @gaycatlord-stuff

#fred weasley #fred weasley fic #fred weasley fanfic #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x fem!reader #fred weasley girlfriend #fred weasley london #fred weasley holiday #fred weasley engagement #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley oneshot #fred weasley trip #fred weasley fluff

[whatthehelliswrongwithme]

Voltron Part 47

God, I’m really running out of one-liners to put here... Anyways. Time for season8, episode 11! Only a few episodes left! And I guess, then I’ll maybe do a post, about the show as a whole (For which, I may actually look up characters names):

Allura in the Medbay, What Will She Do?

Moustache man is best dad, has been best dad, and remains best dad

I just laughed for like a solid minute. 

After Lance said, that Allura will be okay, Shiro’s announment-speaker made a sound. And I thought, that was Allura flatlining, directly after it is said, that she’ll be fine

Space witch really isn’t mentally stable at all...

Waait a sec.... That’s a giant mecha for space witch.... Did I predict something again?!??

Arc1= Seasons 1+2 -> Ends in a Mecha-battle against Zarkon

Arc2= Season 3-6 -> Ends in a Mecha-battle against Lotor

Arc3= Seasons 7+8 -> Ends in a Mecha-battle against Space witch???

Does her mecha have Google Street View installed or something?

Hunk is, once again, correct. Just why isn’t there a bullshit-solution now? Also, couldn’t you guys form Voltron, if Shiro decided, to get out of retirement?

Everyones finding ways to help, referencing the finales of the last two arcs. Meanwhile, Lance just sulks...

Is this a Klance moment? They’re mostly talking about Allura, but it’s totally a Klance moment

And maybe Kallura?

I can just imagine, that this scene, of Keith and Lance shaking hands, ended up in so many Klance compilations

“We’ve come a long way since then” Yeah. It’s probably the trauma of fighting a war at such a young age ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sailor Moon’s taking the mortgage-owning, middle-aged man with them to the Balmera... Sure?

Since when is “Some Other Guy” important enough, to advance the plot?

Were we supposed to care about the guys who saw Space witch’s mecha? I think we might have seen Papa Smurf before. But like, that’s it!

Pidge, don’t challenge Pigeon man. He’s got a Powerpoint ready and everything

Awww, Allurance. They’re basically a couple, right out of a Disney-movie

“Lonce~”

Shiro really had a downgrade, from “Major character. Kinda the main focus of the show” to “Moves the plot forward, every now and then”

Allura’s back, and she’s ready to Get! Shit! Done!

She’ll even Uber Moustache man and Hunk over!

Moustache man is such a dad!!!! I can’t even!!!!!

This all feels very “season-finale” already. Which is to say, that there are fight-scenes, I can’t really comment about...

This all wouldn’t have happened, if the Altean colony just took the plunge, and stabbed Space witch, when she first arrived. Because.... stranger danger

This is the second time, someone broke out of the Atlas’ high secruity prison

THE SECOND!!!!

Me: Watching an (intense?) fight scene

My thoughts: What happened to Keith’s space wolf?

Did Altean Village Girl just betray Space witch?

If the castle-diamond is the only energy-source for the ship. And the power just went out. Shouldn’t oxygen and stuff also be cut off?

Shiro: “We have a chance!”

Literally 5 seconds later: “Well, there goes our chance”

Space witch and Lotor fused together..... That’s gotta be illegal in some states...

Technically the stakes are now higher than ever....But I just think that this season’s pretty boring....

#voltron #Voltron legendary defender #vld #netflix #voltron season 8 #moustache man #Allura #shiro #takashi shirogane #Lance #lance mcclain #vld haggar #hunk #hunk garrett #klance #kallura #keith #keith kogane #vld romelle #Pidge #katie holt #allurance #vld lotor #sheith feels kinda dead #like they interacted SO LITTLE this season #Also. I've got to remember #that i wanted to check out some behind-the-scenes of voltron after i finish #cause apparently there was lots of internal conflict #but apparently the fandom also did some fucked up shit??? #and whats the deal with keith and hippos+mothman. And why are there so many AlteanLance AUs???

[haikyuu-appreciation-club]

(TW Abuse, TW Family problems, TW Mental abuse, TW Emotional abuse, TW physical abuse)

Could you do headcanons for Bokuto where he finds out his s/o was emotionally, mentally, and sometimes physically abused by her family in the past?❤ I was thinking they're aged up because for this request the reader isn't living with her family anymore and Bokuto didn't know the reader back then so that's why I said he finds out. I hope I explained that well😂

ty for the request love, i hope i did it justice <3 (it’s kinda long lol)

sorry it took me a bit to get to, i haven’t been in the best headspace lately and lost a little motivation to write but i’m getting back on it

alsooo I hope you don’t mind but I added Kuroo as well

TW (trigger warning)

•How Bokuto + Kuroo Would React to Past Abuse•

warnings: mentions of abuse (physical, mental, + emotional), mentions of family issues, mentions of argument, a few curse words

genre: comfort + a little angst

characters: Bokuto + Kuroo

•Bokuto•

you and bokuto had been dating for quite a while now

you got together your third year of highschool and were currently in your second year of college

you were over the moon when bokuto offered to get a shared apartment near the campus you two would be attending

not only would this be an opportunity to take a new step with your boyfriend but you would also finally be able to leave the abusive household you had been tethered to your whole life

you had never really opened up to bokuto about your home life or the situation you were in with your family before you moved in with him

he was busy with volleyball and school and you didn’t want to overwhelm him with your issues

honestly the main thing was you didn’t know how he would react and that scared you the most

bokuto didn’t really think anything serious was going on with you until you two had moved in with one another

during your high school days, you and bokuto didn’t spend as much time together as you do now and his brain was too fast pace to even take a second to really acknowledge your responses or expressions certain days

he wasn’t completely clueless back then though, he noticed certain things but you always seemed to have an excuse for them

he didn’t miss the way you constantly apologized or seemed to accept fault for situation after situation even if it wasn’t your doing you had told him it was something you had done out of politeness since you were younger

he had noticed some slight bruising or cuts from time to time you usually told him you fell down or bumped into a desk the day before

he definitely didn’t miss how you would occasionally flinch at his touch or if he raised his voice at you you told him he just startled you is all

you were able to worm your way out of opening up to him every time up until now that is

sitting on the couch in your shared apartment, you had gotten a text message about a last minute family reunion that weekend

this took you by surprise, honestly you never thought you’d get invited to another family event

you were quick to start typing a reply to let everyone know that you wouldn’t be coming 

bokuto noticed your short deny to their offer and gently grabbed both or your wrists which stopped you before you hit send

“hey hey hey baby, why aren’t you going? we don’t have any plans this weekend and it would be a good opportunity for me to finally meet the rest of your family and get to know your parents better!”

 bokuto was always so cheerful and optimistic well outside of his emo mode you didn’t know how to say no to that

but you had to say no, you were finally free of them and you couldn’t give them any opportunity to shove you back into your old headspace you tried so hard to crawl out of 

“ko, we can’t go.”

bokuto was definitely confused by your response, I mean there wasn’t anything keeping you two from going

wait, did you not want your family to meet him or something?

his hair fell a bit as sadness clouded his heart

you already knew what he was thinking

“oh no ko, it’s nothing to do with you. I promise.”

his hair lifted slightly with those words

but if it wasn’t him then what was it?

“Is there something wrong Y/N?”

he seated himself down next to you 

you sighed, realizing it was finally time to come clean

you explained your whole situation and what you had to go through to bokuto, staring at the floor the entire time

his heart had broke into a million pieces

how could anyone ever dream of doing something like this to someone like you

he couldn’t believe that his s/o had been this hurt

even more, he couldn’t believe he accepted those stupid excuses and left you to hurt on your own

immidiently you were engulfed in a warm hug

bokuto could not stop whispering loving words into your neck

he needed you to know how much he loved you, how he would never in a million years hurt you like you’d been hurt in the past

you were his everything, his world

and he would love you and protect you with everything he had

•Kuroo•

you and kuroo had started dating in college

you had been assigned to share a dorm room with him on campus and after getting to know each other, you both had ended up falling for one another.

now, after graduating, you two had gotten an apartment together and were leading happy lives for the most part

you had never mentioned anything about your past to kuroo

school and work had kept him stressed throughout the entirety of your relationship and you didn't feel like adding something else to the pile

besides, that was all in the past

you had met him after you had moved out and you no longer had to deal with your parent’s constant abuse

it seemed pointless to you to bring up something that had already occurred

however, you knew you couldn't avoid the subject forever

what you didn’t know was that you would have to spit it out so soon

you and kuroo had gotten into an argument

you and him bickered from time to time as all couples do but this time it was more intense then usual

he had wanted to meet your parents for quite a while now but every time he brought it up you would either come up with an excuse or completely shut him down

“I just don’t see what's the fucking problem, I'm starting to thing you’re ashamed of our relationship or something. Is this your way of telling me you're done or something?”

“No Tetsuro, that’s not it at all. You don’t understand.”

“Then please Y/N, help me understand because I really don’t get it.”

“It’s not you, it’s them. The last thing I want to do is see them again. Please Tetsuro, I need you to understand that. I’m so tired of fighting right now.”

kuroo froze

you were on the brink of tears when that last sentence left your mouth.

he wrapped you in a tight hug

“I’m sorry baby, I should have took the time to listen instead of automatically hopping on your ass. Can we sit down and talk about this?”

Agreeing, your took a seat on the bed with him and begun to explain your past situation and your reasoning

kuroo felt a mixture of guilt, anger, and sadness bubble up in him

how could he be so selfish and blind 

even though he didn't know you when this was a frequent issue, you had given many signs that you had been through something traumatic

he never brought it up because he didn’t want to push you, thinking you would let him know when you were ready

but he now realized he could have saved you from carrying this burden on your own much sooner

hearing what you had been put through and how it affected you crushed him

you meant the world to him and to find out you had been treated in such an awful way hurt him more then anything had before

he apologized to you for his behavior and let you know that you never had to do anything that made you uncomfortable for his sake

he held you in his arms once more and mumbled words of comfort into your ears

he was your new home and he would make sure you were loved each and every day

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

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[chibsytelford]

Crashed the wedding

"Come on man" Jason spoke slapping Sonny on the back whilst sitting down beside him on the plane. "We'll make it. Sonny Quinn is never late".

The whole mission Sonny had been distracted and not his usual self, which was weird for the guys to see. They all tried to pry the information from him about what was wrong, but nobody could manage. Except Clay. A few beers turned into Sonny pouring his heart out to his brother, about a girl back home who was due to get married to another man in 3 days. Luckily the mission finished that night, so they would have time to crash a wedding. Clay told the other guys, who made a plan to get Sonny to his girls wedding, even if it killed them.

"Tell me you packed a suit?" Clay asked.

"Well Cinderella, I didn't know i'd be crashing a wedding so no, I didn't"

"I've got a plan" Trent announced and moved away from the group to make a phone call. Trent's plans thus far had always been solid, so the guys weren't worried.

Sonny was on his 6th beer and not looking like he was going to stop anytime soon. He refused to admit he was nervous, because that just wasn't "manly".

"Bro, I get nervous all the time before we get spun up. We get flown into the unknown and left to fix messes, it's a normal feeling" Ray tried to be the voice of reason but Sonny wouldn't listen, still insisting he wasn't nervous although him chewing his lip screamed otherwise.

"If you don't stop pacing you're gonna fall through the floor" Jason said placing his arm around his shoulders and guiding him to a seat. "I'll go first" Jason announced and started telling the guys about his first ever girlfriend and then the other guys followed. It seemed to work because Sonny had stopped pacing and stopped drinking much to the guys delight.

The plane landed on the tarmac and they all grabbed their bags heading towards Jason's pick up. "Dump it in the back lads, we got a wedding to crash"

"I call shotgun" Clay laughed running towards the front seat. Normally Sonny would attempt to fight him over it, but he silently slid into the backseat, saying nothing.

The drive to the wedding venue took 20 mins, and the guys made it with 7 minutes to spare. As they pulled up Trent exited the vehicle and headed towards a man who was standing with suits in his hand. Trent came back and handed one to each of the guys, and they stripped then and there, not bothering to hide away from view.

"Ready?" Jason asked once again placing his arm around Sonny's shoulders. "Sorry, but the caps gotta go" and he flung it into the backseat of his pick up and started leading Sonny to the entrance of the building infront of them.

Clay opened the doors and everyone inside turned around to see who had caused the loud bang. Sonny looked up and clocked eyes with the girl who had taken over his thoughts for the last 2 years, and every bit of nervousness flew out the window. He knew that he wanted to do this.

Sonny and Y/N had been dating for 2 years before they both mutually decided that they couldn't stay together. Sonny's job and you not seeing each other often were the main factors in that decision, and at the time Sonny thought it was for the best. But since that day, he paid someone to keep tabs on you, find out if you were seeing anyone, or if you were going on dates. It broke Sonny's heart when he found out you were due to get married, because frankly the guy wasn't good enough for you, even though he'd never seen him.

The registrar seemed to ignore the commotion and continued. "if anyone can show just cause why this couple cannot lawfully be joined together in matrimony, let them speak now or forever hold their peace"

The room fell silent and you were still looking at Sonny. "Brother, you better say something or all this was for nothing" Clay said to Sonny, who didn't seem to hear him.

"I OBJECT!" Clay shouted and that seemed to give Sonny a kick up the ass.

"No, I object" Sonny finally said stepping away from the group and walking down towards you, ignoring the looks from every person in the room.

"Y/N" he started "I was a fool to let you go. I realise that now. Everytime I get spun up I get a feeling of dread in here" he pointed to his chest "because that might mean I never see you again if something happens. Seeing all the guys having their wives and children kissing them and waving them off, finally made me realize that I want you to be there. I want you. I need you. What do ya say Y/N? Will you leave here today with me?"

There was not a dry eye between the guys. Clay was standing at the back like a proud father, clapping, smiling, crying. Jason was very proud that Sonny grew some balls and showed a more vulnerable side of himself. Ray was standing in the middle also clapping and smiling. This was before you had even given your answer.

"Sonny Quinn" you breathed, still not quite believing that the man you have loved for the last few years, was standing in front of you. You loved Danny too, your husband to be, but the love you have for Sonny is one that would never be matched. You had grown as a person now, and you were willing to keep an open mind this time about Sonnys job, and try to work through it instead of leaving. "Yes. I'll leave with you".

Sonny held out his hand and you gladly accepted. You turned around and mouthed a 'sorry' to Danny who gave you a small smile and nod in return. He understood. He always knew there was someone else.

The sound of the guys hollering and shouting made you turn around and you beamed up at them.

"Nice to see you again boys"

"About time you came back. We couldn't deal with anymore sad boy Sonny" Jason smiled ruffling Sonny's hair.

@rebelwrites @mrsmarvelous1995 @lotsoflovefromlea @velvetcardiganbucky @bravo-four-seal-team @muggleborn12 @jayhalsteadfan-2417 @disasterfandoms @jasonbabymama @supervalcsi @talicat713 @phoenixhalliwell

#sonny quinn x reader #seal team fanfic #seal team #jason hayes #ray perry #trent sawyer

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A/N: Hello everyone, Happy Gruvia Week to you. I didn't expect that I would be writing contents for this year's event too. But I'm really happy to be writing stories about my favourite anime couples.

   Hopefully, everyone likes it. This year the prompts were very similar to previous years. It had me in fix how to write content without making it a repetitive fashion.

   Finally got an idea and tried to merge all those 7 prompts into a storyline. Hopefully, it convinces you all.

   Thank you for reading and spending your time here.

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Main Pairing: GRUVIA

Summary:- Celebrity Gray x General Public Juvia, Modern AU

Words:- 2K

Currently, Fairy Tail Agency has arranged for a press meet to officially declare the facts of the new movie in which two of their most famous actors are going to be a part.

Gray Fullbuster, 25 years, tv artist turned actor and Lucy Heartfilia, 24 years, model turned actress, has signed up for this movie which is under the production of Straussl Inc.

As the reporters who out various questions regarding the details of this upcoming venture and some related to their personal life.

"So, Mr Fullbuster, tell us about how you feel knowing that you have been nominated for 3 categories of awards this year?" 

One of the reporters asked and was ready to note Gray's response.

"I'm sure that I will receive the awards for best actor and handsome face. Also, my last movie 'Icy Days' has been nominated for the best movie of the year. But not sure about the 'Gem of the decade' award." 

Gray confidently answered and smiled which made the female reporters squeal.

Lucy interrupted, "Not to ruin Gray's fantasy but my movie 'Starry Night At Stella' was a blockbuster hit. Myself and my co-actor Natsu Dragneel were praised by critics for our performance. So, Gray, don't forget that even we are on the race too." Lucy smiled which made everyone chuckle after hearing her opinions.

"Sure Lucy... All the best to you and Natsu" Gray told and looked at his manager, Erza Scarlet, who also happens to be Natsu's manager, to know when this press meet is going to end.

"Another 10 minutes" Erza gestured by hand signals. 

Suddenly, one of the reporters from Magnolia Times shot down a question that took Gray off guard.

"Recently, there was a photo of Mr Fullbuster with a child in his arms. Who does that child happen to be? And is it true that you are having an illicit affair with someone, Mr Fullbuster?" That reporter smirked. 

Gray remained indifferent and calmly answered him while his team members and staff panicked.

"Everyone in Fiore knows that it was a piece of fake news. In today's era of modern technology, it is easy to photoshop one's picture with anything and anyone, Mr Invel.

    Even my agency owner, Mr Makarov Dreyer and my manager, Ms Scarlet have clarified about it. So, don't go digging the old hoax rumours." 

Gray stood up and thanked everyone for their time and presence before dashing off to the exit where Lucy followed him back.

It was Erza and the production team who bid a farewell to the reporters before joining the actors in their cabin.

Once Erza reached Gray's cabin, she saw him tossing his coat and tie around the room while Lucy stood silently.

"Gray, I think you should disclose your relationship before it gets exposed in a bad way," Erza said calmly and patted his back.

"That's what I was thinking, Erza. I can't continue to hide this big news about my life for a long time from my fans. I will reveal this during the awards function." Gray looked determined and hoped that his fans would take it on a positive note.

"They will surely accept your relationship status just like how they received mine and Natsu's." Lucy encouraged him and patted his arms which seemed to make him calm down.

"Gray, tomorrow you have your day off then, on Wednesday, we will be going to Phoenix Mall for a fan meet up event where other actors of our agency will join us." Erza informed him and handed the invitation.

From the invitation, it was clear that this mall was quite near to his apartment complex. Moreover, it was arranged by Mr Makarov himself so there was no way of turning it down.

"Fine, I will get ready for this. Just send the car near the children's park no need to come in front of the complex." He informed Erza and thanked them both for their words of motive before he left them.

After half an hour, Gray reached the children's park and put on his disguise, cooling glass, mask and a cap to conceal his identity while he was dressed up in a simple t-shirt and jeans.

"Max, tomorrow's your day off. Pick me up here at 9 am on Wednesday. Bye."

"Yes, Mr Fullbuster. Bye, and Good night" The driver left him while Gray made his way towards his home.

The apartment complex in which he lived was one of the expensive housing in Magnolia. The higher the floor level, the higher is the cost and the higher is the security.

Till the 11th floor, the general public who did high order jobs lived while the next 10 floors were occupied by celebrities of various fields.

One of the perks of this housing agency was that their identity remains secret, not even their neighbours know about them until and unless the involved party discloses it.

Once Gray reached the 17th floor, which had two apartments where one was still vacant.

As he hit the doorbell of his apartment, Gray could hear voices coming from inside which brought a smile on his face.

The door opened and his eyes met the gorgeous lady who welcomed him with a beautiful smile that captivated him.

"Welcome home, Gray-sama"

"I'm home, Juvia," Gray said and got inside.

Soon, he removed the disguise and leaned forward to kiss her lips which she reciprocated back.

Once they broke off the kiss, Juvia hugged him and whispered, "I missed you, Gray-sama."

"Even, I missed you, Juvia. It's been a week since I last saw you and…." Before he could finish, both of them felt someone hugging their legs.

And it was none their 3-year-old daughter, Yuki Fullbuster, who resembled her mother but had father's hair and eye colour and his sharp nose.

"Papa"

Seeing his daughter's smile was enough for him to get distracted from his wife, then, have his undivided attention on his little munchkin.

Gray raised Yuki in his arms and kissed her cheeks and forehead who did the same to her papa.

"Yuki missed you, papa."

"Even, papa missed you, darling. Were you a good girl during papa's absence?" Gray asked her as they moved towards the living room.

Gray let her down who ran up to a table and tried to fetch her drawing notebook.

Juvia made her husband sit down and inquired him about his work as he looked tired and kinda depressed.

Gray convinced her everything was fine and told her about the press meet excluding the details of the rumours.

#

It had been 4 years since Gray started his acting career starting as an ad shoot model to tv artists then to movie star.

Gray, Natsu and Erza were childhood friends who did their schooling from the same institution till college.

It was during the 3rd year, Gray and Natsu got scouted to act as models for a tv commercial which they accepted readily as of then they needed some kind of part-time jobs to meet their ends.

Even, Erza thought that it was a good opportunity for them to succeed as the agency, Fairy Tail, was well known throughout Fiore and persuaded them to take up the offer.

Once, their commercials began to reach people mainly because of their handsome features and physique especially Gray got popular among the female fans.

It was during this time that Gray and Natsu had to move out of the college dorm so that they could work freely without time restrictions.

That's when Gray meets Juvia for the first time in his life. She was his neighbour whom he thought lived her boyfriend but it turned out to be her best friend, Gajeel Redfox, vocalist of Phantom Bands, an upcoming band.

Gray rarely started any kind of conversation with anyone. It was with the help of Natsu that they befriended Juvia and to date, Gray was thankful to his friend.

Until the moment he met Juvia, Gray was never keen on love or relationships. 

But to him, Juvia was way different from the girls he had met in his college. She was modest and shy but a kind person with a large helping tendency.

Gray knew her personality and beauty had beguiled his attention and wanting to know more about her made him fall for her head over heels.

Of course, they would exchange greetings whenever they met while leaving the house together. Slowly they deepened their connection and exchanged numbers.

Due to her friendly nature, Juvia would invite Gray and Natsu over to her place for small weekend parties which she would arrange for Gajeel to relieve his stress.

At first, he was reluctant to invade a party meant for Gajeel but the latter happily welcomed them.

That way, they got acquainted exchanged their work details and stress with each other.

It was after a few months of that weekend party that Gray had offered Juvia a dinner date which she accepted after a week of thinking.

By this time, Gray gained quite a lot of recognition. The reason he called her out on a dinner date was to reveal that he has signed up as the main lead for a tv drama which was produced by a well-known production house.

Juvia was elated and congratulated and wished him luck. It was during that time Gray confessed his love for her and waited for her answer.

To his surprise, Juvia readily accepted him. He still remembers her words from that time,

"Gray-sama, even I feel the same for you. I was afraid to convey my feelings to you as each day our world was getting apart. I was determined to tell you today after dinner.

     But to my surprise, I never expected even you would feel the same. I love you, Gray-sama."

After hearing her say those golden words, Gray got hold of her hand and kissed it lightly and asked Juvia to be his girlfriend which she agreed.

Once they reached their respective place, Gray kissed her lips and shared a hug before calling off that night.

The next day, both of them informed their friends about their relationship. Erza and Natsu were supportive.

But Gajeel was reluctant he wanted to tell Juvia how difficult it would be for her to date a celebrity.

She has to remain under the shadows. Moreover, if words go out then obsessive fans might harm her and she would be constantly under paparazzi's scrutiny if Gray's facing bad times.

But Juvia was ready to face any difficulties and wanted to support her boyfriend in his career.

#

Once the family had their dinner together, Gray tugged his daughter in her bed before planting a kiss on her forehead and wished her good night.

Juvia was washing the dishes when Gray snaked his arms around her waist and kissed her neck which made Juvia squeak.

Gray turned off the tap and turned his wife so that she could face him.

"Juvia, tomorrow's my day off. Even the night is still young. Moreover, I missed my wife…" He leaned forward and kissed her lips which made her moan against his lips.

"Gray-sama…."

"Juvia…." Both of their eyes were clouded with lust and decided to continue their passionate night inside their bedroom.

After an hour, both was them were under the blankets, Gray had his arm around his wife and hummed in her ears as she talked about her day with Yuki.

Juvia could sense her husband's hold around her waist getting tight. He did only when he felt insecure or paranoid.

Juvia turned around to face him who kept looking at her. She cupped his face with both of her hands which startled him.

"Gray-sama, what's on your mind? Spill it out. Don't go huddling up those stressful thoughts within you. Share it with your wife. I will help you lessen those burdens." Juvia conveyed her thoughts and smiled at him.

"This is what I'm beguiled about you, Juvia. You can easily find out my conflicting thoughts just by sensing my actions. I'm really lucky to have you as my soulmate, dear." Gray said earnestly and kissed her forehead which made Juvia feel special.

Then slowly Gray disclosed his fears about how the world will perceive his relationship and worried that this shouldn't cause any harm to either Juvia and Yuki especially.

After hearing his fears, Juvia cradled her husband and patted his back just like how she does it for her daughter whenever she has nightmares.

Gray seemed to relax from this action. Juvia assured him that nothing terrible is going to happen and just hope everything turns out well.

Suddenly Gray raised his head and questioned her, "What if things repeat? And this time to our Yuki."

Juvia's eyes grew wide, but she can't show her fear, at least, not in front of her husband for now, who himself was feeling paranoid.

"I'm sure nothing will happen. Let's have faith in ourselves and your fans, Gray-sama.

       I'm just worried that your fan number might get reduced once you reveal your married status." Juvia voiced her concern.

This time it was Gray's turn to convince her, "Nah! Just like you said let's hope for the best. I love you and Yuki. Remember that, okay"

Gray smiled and kissed her lips, "Juvia, you are still warm. Wanna continue from where we left?" He teased her.

It seemed her Gray-sama was back to normal for now.

A/N: Sorry for posting it bit late. Hope I will be able to update for the rest of the event.

#gruvia #gruvia week #gruvia family #gruvia week 2021

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Just in Time | PJM

~summary:

Once was just good timing, twice a happy coincidence. But can you leave it at just that?

Jimin x female reader

~word count: 3.3k

~college au, new year au, strangers to lovers, fluff

Rating: G

Warnings: drinking, swearing, kissing a stranger

~a/n: another bingo square!! This time, the prompt was ‘new year’s kiss’ - perhaps a little early for new year, but who cares? I hope you enjoy this dose of fluffy strangers to lovers, featuring best wingman Jin and Hobi as a liability!!

5 minutes.

The time showing on the television screen was somewhat lost in the other lights swirling around the dark room, but it was still perfectly visible. And you were still perfectly alone.

Not that it bothered you.

Not at all.

There were plenty of other students in the room around you who weren’t coupled up, too busy singing, dancing and drinking. Rationally, you knew buying into the whole cliché of a new year’s kiss was silly, but with just the right amount of alcohol in you, you found yourself feeling downtrodden.

Turning your back on the screen, you swayed some more, weaving your way through the other bodies dancing.

Lost in the song playing, you let the time slip your mind. Laughing as the music came to a stop, everyone belting the last note out of tune, you spun around only to be greeted with the clock again.

2 minutes.

Averting your eyes, you squeezed through the thrum to get to the drinks. On route, it seemed some couples towards the edges of the room weren’t particularly bothered about saving the moment for midnight. Scurrying past as fast as you could, you finally reached the sanctity of the bar.

Pouring out a drink, you took a sip to test it. Deciding it would do, you hummed along with the song playing as your eyes scanned across the room.

Tonight had been fun, but you were mainly here to avoid the depressing notion of a New Year’s Eve by yourself. Although everyone here was in your year at college, you barely recognised a face.

With no one to distract you, it was inevitable that your eyes gravitated back to the screen.

1 minute.

Taking another sip, you slid away into the crowd again. For the first time that night, the dancing had stopped and there was no more questionable singing. Instead, the music turned down low, chatter filling the space as the clock ticked closer.

30 seconds.

Moving towards the wall, you tried to squeeze around someone, only to trip as your foot caught on theirs. But before your drink could even spill, hands latched onto your upper arms, holding you steady.

Startled, you looked up at the handsome stranger you were suddenly very close to.

He responded to your awkward laughter with a smile of his own, still gripping your arms.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

His abrupt question left you replying before you could think.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he smiled, then tossed a glance sideways at the clock, “kiss me.”

You blinked.

“What?”

“Kiss me.”

Turning your own head to look at the time, your panicked look was in vain as the room was suddenly filled with chanting.

10 seconds.

“I promise I’m not bad,” he quipped, stealing your attention again as the room announced the approaching strike of midnight.

“Five!”

“Four!”

“Three!”

“Oh, fuck it-“ you muttered.

“Two!”

Your lips crashed together, and you found he wasn’t lying at all when he said he was good. Surrendering to him completely, you allowed him to tug you closer as his lips moved perfectly against yours, wiping your mind of the people around you.

One of his hands came up to your jaw, gently but firmly holding you in place as he deepened the kiss, sending chills through your entire body.

All too soon, the cheers were fading around you and his movements slowed. Reluctantly following, you allowed him to linger for a moment before pulling away.

You were sure you must have stared at him for at least 2 years before you snapped back to your senses when he flashed a brilliant smile. Forcing yourself to breathe, you returned it. Next, thinking you should probably attempt to come off as a normal human, you removed yourself from his arms, despite being so captivated by this stranger’s eyes you could barely think.

Oh yes, this stranger.

“Thanks,” he breathed.

“No problem!” your voice came out much higher than normal, making your face burn. Clearing your throat, you tried again, “what did you say your name was?”

“Oh! I’m Jimin,” he stuck his hand out, “Park Jimin. Good to meet you.”

Bursting into laughter, you took his hand anyway and shook it.

“Okay,” you grinned, “see you around, Park Jimin.”

Somewhere between fifteen and ten minutes.

You weren’t sure where exactly, since you had no clock anywhere near you. And anyway, you had more pressing matters to deal with.

“Come on,” you groaned, tugging Hoseok’s arm further around you.

Despite your best efforts, his feet weren’t on the same page, not making it underneath him in time to stop his weight tugging you down yet again.

“Look, just up here,” Seokjin spoke from his other side. He was pointing to the corner of the road where their taxi would be picking them up.

For some reason, this year you had been persuaded out with your two friends to a club: a decision you were sorely regretting having been kicked out at a quarter to midnight given the state of the younger one. You were certain you would be spending the strike of midnight alone on the street outside instead, freezing and waiting for your own taxi.

At long last, you shrugged Hobi’s weight off you, propping him against a wall as the taxi rumbled towards you.

“Are you sure you don’t want to just crash at mine?” Jin asked once more.

“No, it’s fine, really,” you smiled as you opened the door for him, “I have to be home for my parents coming tomorrow morning. Good luck with him.”

Laughing dryly as Hoseok struggled inside, Jin gave a quick wave before clambering in himself, and then they were off.

Looking around you, it was evident the safest place to wait would be back on the main road. So, doubling back towards the club, you pulled out your phone to order your ride home.

7 minutes.

The closer you got, the more noise you could hear emanating from the club. With a sigh, you parked yourself on the other side of a streetlight, leaning against the wall to hopefully stay out of sight of the irritated bouncers who had just ejected you.

Just behind you was the side alley of the club, a few people crowding outside the fire exit for air.

Finishing up your order, you sagged back against the wall, briefly poking your head around the corner. A round of laughter rippled through the cluster of friends that stood there.

You turned back to the main road, not wanting to intrude. Your cab should be here in five minutes. Oh, and look at the time.

5 minutes.

It felt like much longer than that as you stood waiting, muffled bass from the club and chatter from the people outside providing the soundtrack for your slow descent into hypothermia. The brick wall you leaned against definitely wasn’t helping, so you pushed away from it, hugging yourself.

There were 3 minutes left when you looked back down the alleyway.

People were filing back inside, surely to see in the new year in a room full of bright lights and cheering students, rather than outside on a bare road in winter.

But then one of them looked around.

You would recognise that face anywhere.

At first you thought he didn’t see you, but when Jimin patted one of his friends on the shoulder and excused himself, you realised he was coming straight towards you.

“Y/N!”

Smiling shyly at him, you pushed some hair back behind your ear before returning your arm to your side for heat. His smile never left his face as he came to stop in front of you.

“What are you doing out here?” he asked, taking in your shivering state.

“Waiting for a taxi,” you explained, glancing over your shoulder to the road, “I kind of got kicked out-“

Jimin’s eyebrows raised as his smile overflowed into a laugh, prompting you to explain yourself.

“-well, my friend got kicked out, and, you know, I had to see him out…“

“When does your taxi get here?” Jimin interjected softly, stepping forwards.

Breath catching for a moment, you gulped. Then shook yourself and turned over the phone in your hand.

“1 minute.”

“It’s one minute until midnight,” he spoke.

Barely meeting his eyes, you nodded. In fact, with less than one minute now, you were sure he was about to go back inside again-

“Lucky coincidence I bumped into you again.”

As his hand lifted to gently graze your waist, you loosened your arms, suddenly warmer.

The start of the countdown filtered through the club’s front doors to the pair of you. With no time to check your phone again, you trusted in the booming voices from inside, letting your hands travel up Jimin’s chest to his shoulders as the final ten seconds of this year were announced.

“Just in time?” you breathed.

“Exactly,” his breath came back, hot across your face and barely a second before he closed the distance.

The faint cheering from the building behind you fell on deaf ears. You were too busy drinking in the feeling of Jimin’s lips on yours, in perfect motion that left you dizzy.

It would be a lie if you said you had never thought about last year’s kiss ever again, but this felt so much better, so much more real than even your memories could conjure. His fingers clamped on your waist, igniting your need for more as the kiss grew hungrier, his tongue swiping at your lips and your eager submission, hands now clasped behind his neck as you desperately pulled each other closer.

Just as you rose to your tiptoes, the distant hum of an engine.

Keeping your lips attached to Jimin’s until the last second, you only broke apart when the taxi drew up right beside you. It took everything in you not to dive straight back for more.

Panting slightly, your eyes locked for the briefest of moments, his hands still in the air where he had been holding you.

But then you tore yourself away.

“So you’re like, some mysterious girl who kisses people and vanishes into the night?”

“No, Jin!” you laughed into your phone, “I don’t kiss just ‘people’!”

“Oh, so he’s special?”

“Yes! Wait, no-“

“You did say it happened last year too, right?”

“Well, yeah,” you sighed, flopping back onto your pillow, “but it’s just one of those things, right?”

A pause.

“I mean, it is a weird coincidence,” he agreed, “maybe it’s meant to be!”

Even over the phone, you could tell your friend had a shit-eating grin on his face.

“You’re no help,” you grumbled.

“Okay, sorry, sorry,” he conceded, “so are you going to try and find him?”

“I don’t know…” you sighed, “would that be weird?”

“Do you like him?”

“…well, I wouldn’t say I didn’t like him-“

“Okay, so you like him-“

“That’s not what I said!”

“It was close enough. So what do we know about this guy?”

“Well… his name is Park Jimin, he’s in our year at college… um, yeah. That’s it.”

Needless to say, your half-hearted search for Jimin didn’t get very far. Before long, he was once again at the back of your mind as you dragged yourself through another semester of assignments and exams.

Park Jimin and his wonderful midnight kisses were a thought reserved for the more lovesick nights, where you lay awake in the dark, wishing to see him again.

But then you would fall asleep, and in the morning you would be preoccupied once more and fail to do anything for your love life.

And then came final year, Park Jimin seeming more and more like a distant fantasy. You were drowning in work, so much that even Jin could barely talk you into going out at the weekends anymore. Determined to do well, you set yourself on the most stressful course.

Which was probably why you were being informed about Jin’s party two months in advance.

“No last minute excuses, no pretending you have to study all night, especially in the middle of a holiday. You are coming,” he announced as you read over the post it note he had smacked onto your calendar.

“Okay,” you rolled your eyes, “but only because it’s new year.”

“And because you love me so much?” he batted his eyelashes.

“Your ego doesn’t need any more feeding,” you scoffed, though a smile did make itself known on your face.

“Aish, so ungrateful,” he complained, “you better be there!”

“I will, I will,” you consoled him. Apparently he was satisfied because he let you chase him out of the door, leaving you alone with your laptop.

Of course, you forgot.

That was the problem with promising to go to a party with two months to spare.

It was only because your friend couldn’t contain his excitement from babbling out of his mouth that you had been reminded with two days to spare. And maybe you had no one to impress, but you still wanted to look good.

Two wardrobe emptyings later, you were left with no option.

Hoseok was the first of your friends to pick up his phone, which is how you ended up tugging him out of the café at the front of the mall (which he insisted you go to as payment for him being a noble friend and helping you shop), but not before he had eaten no less than five nutella pancakes.

Once you finally got around to the shopping part of your shopping trip, he was very useful to have around.

Several times he forced you to try on clothes you never would have looked at twice on the hanger. But somehow, all of them worked. More than worked, in fact. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you twirled around in the latest outfit admiring how it looked as Hobi chucked yet another item over the top of your cubicle.

Turning your eyes to the new addition, you saw lace. A lot of lace.

“Isn’t this a bit too fancy? It’s just a college party!” you yelled.

“Just try it!” he called back.

Sighing, you decided it would do no harm , so you slipped out of the previous outfit. As you placed it back on the hanger, ready to try the new one, you heard ringing.

Scrambling for your phone, you found the screen blank.

Then Hobi’s voice outside ended the ringing instead. You heard him greet whoever it was as you ditched your phone again in favour of the dress he had picked out for you.

“Oh come on, you have to be there! It’s important!” Hobi carried on in the background as you struggled with the back zipper.

Tuning him out, you straightened up and looked in the mirror.

“Damn,” you breathed. Hobi was right about this one. But so were you: it was a little too fancy for a lowkey new year’s party.

“I told you about Y/N, right?”

The moment Hobi said your name over the phone, you snapped your attention away from the mirror. Tiptoeing towards the cubicle door, you pressed your ear up to it.

“Yes, she’s going to be so surprised! Yes, I’m sure she does. Don’t worry! I’ll see you there, okay? Okay?”

As it became clear he was hanging up you scurried away from the door, casting one last longing look into the mirror before changing back into your own things.

“How’d it go?” Hobi grinned as you walked out, arms full of his fashion advice.

“Good, thanks, yeah,” you nodded, noticing his phone was safely away again.

You definitely weren’t meant to hear that conversation.

Whatever it was, you had no idea, and so wasted little time dwelling on it. Dropping off the unwanted items, you slid the lace dress onto your ‘yes’ pile in your right arm.

“Hi!”

“Y/N!”

“Happy new year!”

“Woooo!”

A chorus of friends yelled greetings as Jin opened the door. Waving briefly, you hurried inside and shed your coat, still clutching the wine bottle you intended to drain.

“Looking good!” Hobi screeched, nearly knocking you over from behind as he swooped in to give you a hug, before holding you back at arm’s length, “not the lace?”

“No, I told you, too fancy,” you laughed at his fake puppy eyes, “now let’s go get drunk!”

Normal laughter returning, he slung an arm round your shoulder as you walked into the main room.

It wasn’t as big as the parties back in first year, and certainly not as high-intensity as clubbing, but it was still a decent sized party. People littered the hallway and the kitchen, chatting and drinking, while a cluster still danced in the living room, and few crazy brave souls were outside, of all places.

By the time midnight was close enough for you to think about, you hadn’t made much progress on your wine, but you were still having fun ignoring the advance of the clock.

Or you were, until Jin grabbed you and steered you towards the door with 5 minutes to go.

“Are you kicking me out?”

“No, dummy,” he grinned as soon as you were parked in front of the door, “happy new year!”

“Happy new year to you too…” you mumbled, perplexed.

But Jin didn’t take any notice, instead reaching for the door handle and tugging it open, looking inexplicably smug-

Park Jimin stood outside.

You were dreaming. You had to be dreaming. All you could do was stare at him.

After all those nights you had just imagined him, it was amazing to see him standing right there. Right in front of you.

A shy smile painted his lips, but at your silence his eyes slid hesitantly over to Jin at the door.

“Uh… hi?” he said.

“Oh my god!” you squealed, finally finding your voice, “Jimin?”

“Happy new year!” he smiled, still tentative.

Instead of a response, you flung yourself at him. As Jimin hugged you back, finally relaxing, you missed Jin giving him a thumbs-up and sneaking away back into the living room.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re here,” you rambled, stepping away, though his hands still rested at your waist, “what the- how-?”

“Jin wanted to surprise you,” he chuckled, “I’m on the same dance course as Hobi, and he came asking, saying his friend Y/N had some mystery guy she wanted to meet…”

“Oh no,” you blushed, hiding your face in your hands, “please don’t think I’m creepy-“

A light laugh cut you off. Pulling your hands down, you were blessed again with Jimin’s gorgeous smile, eyes creasing as he looked at you.

“I wanted to find you too,” he whispered.

“Well, here I am,” you smiled, moving closer to him. Just then, he looked down, checking his watch.

“One minute.”

“This is familiar,” you laughed.

Taking a deep breath, you ran your tongue over your lips.

“It won’t… it won’t just be for midnight this time?” you asked softly.

“If you’d like that?”

Biting your lip, you nodded quickly, bouncing on the balls on your feet.

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” you asked.

“Now that, I’d like to see,” Jimin smiled, hand rising to cup your jaw as the roar of numbers started up in the next room.

But for all you cared, they could have been on another planet. You were enraptured as Jimin leaned in, closing the gap between you, and not for the last time. Savouring his lips, you looked forward to the many more times you could do this, now you had finally found him.

Maybe you did have cause for that fancy dress, after all.

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Like Real People Do. Chapter 4

*Gif not mine*

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Rating: M, eventually will be smut.

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: Sexual themes, talk about sex (not NSFW though), fainting, reader just being thirsty in general. 

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

A.N We’re getting into the main crux of the story now! Message to be added to the taglist. thanks for reading! Much love, Cia

                Chapter 4: Why were you digging?  

Months pass and the early spring turns into hot humid D.C summer. You were never a big fan of the summer, you preferred the colder months despite the bad memories you had associated with them. 

Things changed and some things stayed the exact same. You caught bad guys, which was typical, you actually ended up getting tackled by a drunk Unsub once which results in you being out of the field with a broken arm for four weeks. You found a cat in an alley digging through the trash near your apartment one day when you were walking home. You left food out for him since until one day he decided to come up to you. And now you have a cat you affectionately named Garbage. 

You and Ethan (the guy from the bar) had a “situation-ship”, as Garcia liked to call it for about a month and a half. In your opinion, there was no situation-ship, you guys had mediocre sex until he wanted more and was upset you “worked too much”. So when he “broke up” with you, you weren’t really upset. Your heart wasn’t in it anyway. 

You and Spencer never talked about that night at the bar. In fact, you hardly talked at all. Your Saturday’s together stopped, you had no excuse to see each other now you were finished with school. Now that there was no thesis, there was no thesis for him to help with. 

That didn’t stop Spencer from occupying the space in your head rent-free though. You couldn’t help yourself, he was always in the forefront of your mind and frankly it was starting to affect how you worked. It was a paperwork day and everyone was working silently, merely coexisting and since there was nothing really going on your mind couldn’t help but wander. Spencer was sitting across you reading case files, taking occasional notes in a legal pad next to him. Your eyes instantly went to his hands as he traced it down the page as he often did when he was reading. You studied them for a while, long slender fingers resting on massive palms. You never thought you were someone who’d be attracted to hands but the amount of times you thought about them on particularly lonely nights, specifically the things he could do with them. 

Yea, it was enough to make you a cheirophile. 

You went back to watching him when suddenly one of the aforementioned hands were waving in your face. 

“Y/N” he said. “I’ve been calling your name for 3 minutes.” 

“I’m sorry, Spen.” You flush instantly at being caught. “What did you need?” 

“I asked if you had a red pen I could borrow?” 

“Yea.” You rummaged through your drawer, producing the pen in question. His hand brushes yours as he grabs it, you try very hard not to shiver at the contact but you couldn’t help it. “Keep it.” you say. 

“Hey, are you okay?” He says. “You’ve been extremely out of it lately.”

He was right, you have been out of it lately. Spencer was putting you out of it. You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that night at the bar and your almost kiss. Since then, it was like he was trying to constantly bring your attention to his mouth, whether it was by his habit of stealing lollies from Garcia’s office or the constant biting and licking of his lips whenever he was deep in thought. They had seared their way into your frontal lobe without permission. 

Working with him had become exceptionally hard and an unwelcome distraction, especially out in the field. Last month, the two of you had gone undercover in a nightclub, an unsub had been murdering young couples who were overly affectionate in public, so you had to spend the night practically wrapped around the man you had an insane crush on, breathing in his scent. You sipped your “cocktail” (it was just cranberry juice) as Spencer kept his arm steady around your waist. Eventually, you hear Emily in the earpiece you were wearing. 

“You’ve gotta do more guys if we’re going to draw him out.” She says. 

“Yea and loosen up. If  you guys look uncomfortable, no ones going to believe you’re a couple.” Morgan adds. 

You and Spencer look at each other for a beat.  

“If I do something that makes you uncomfortable, you’ll tell me right?” He whispers to you. You nod instantly. Suddenly Spencer’s arm is tighter around you, pulling you flush to his body. He dips down attaching his lips to your neck and jawline. You gasp, you had not been expecting that at all, you clutch your drink harder other hand moving to his side. He pulls you in tighter somehow, suddenly you feel his hand move downward until he is palming your ass, you bite your lip to keep your composure but his lips suddenly meet that spot behind your earlobe that he couldn’t have possibly known about prior. A quiet moan unintentionally rips through you and you could’ve sworn you felt his fingers twitch, squeezing your ass slightly. Emily and Morgan were right, the Unsub did approach you guys shortly after that and led you into the alley like he did so many couples before only to be met by your badges and guns. 

Then there was the time a couple of months ago when you and Reid had gone to interview a child psychiatrist and discovered that he was a molester. Spencer had been livid talking to the man, making threats that honestly should've been promises to throw the man in jail. You had never seen Spencer angry or at the very least this angry, and for some reason that turned you on beyond belief. 

You decided to close that can of worms and save it for another day. 

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me.” You say, smiling tightly at him turning back to your stack of files. You couldn’t be mad at Spencer for your inability to keep it in your pants while you were working. So that’s what you did, worked and tried to avoid Spencer as much as you could. And if that night from the club replayed in your head often while you were alone in your bed that night like many nights before, it was no one’s business but your own. 

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In the morning, you woke to the sound of construction equipment being used next to your apartment. D.C’s already so dense. What more could they be building?   You thought as you got up to make yourself a much needed cup of coffee. 

Now without your schoolwork or  standing date with Spencer, Saturdays always felt too long. You drank your coffee, read a book, watched some TV and when you looked at the time it was still only noon. You sighed heavily before getting up to get changed. The weather was nice, you hoped a jog would at the very least tire you out so you could waste a couple hours napping. 

So off you went, down the path of a nearby park. You had been jogging for about 30 minutes when you see a familiar shape in the distance. As you get closer you notice it’s exactly who you wanted it to be. 

“Hey, Spen!” You say excitedly as you slow to a stop in front of him. He looks up from the book he was reading on the bench. He smiles once he sees you. “Y/N, Hey.” He says. 

“What’re you doing in the park alone?” You ask. 

He lifts up his book. “I just came to read, thought a change of scenery would do me better than sitting around my apartment.” He says 

“Same here. Now that I finished school, it feels like I have too much time in the day. Now it just feels like I’m doing stuff just to keep myself busy, hence the jogging.” You say lifting your leg slightly, pointing out the running shoes you were wearing. You felt his eyes slowly trail up your bare legs, taking in your form slowly and diligently as if he thought he would forget it all the second he blinked. His eyes finally stopped at yours and you released the breath you didn’t know you holding. 

“Well, I’ll let you get back to your book. I’ve still got 2 miles to go.” You say, as you start to jog away, you hear Spencer call out to you. You stop and turn back. “Yea?” you ask. 

“Umm…” He says trailing off before taking a breath. “I’m going to see a movie later, I was hoping maybe you’d wanna come? It’s in french, but I can whisper-translate for you.” He says. 

“Yea sure, I’m doing anything else.” You say, a little too excitedly. Calm down, Y/N, he didn’t even say it was a date. You think to yourself. “What time should I meet you there?” 

“7?” He says. 

“Great! See you at 7, Reid!” You say before jogging away. 

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You leave your house around 6:45, after spending about an hour and a half trying to find something to wear. Since it wasn’t a date, or since he didn't say it was one, you opted for something casual. A pair of comfortable jean shorts and your favorite band’s t-shirt. You did light makeup, and after an inspection in the mirror you decided you looked the right amount of cute and comfortable. 

Spencer was waiting outside the theater when you arrived. He was dressed casually too, a blazer over a simple t-shirt, cuffed jeans and converse. He smiles brightly at you as you walk up to join him. 

He insists on paying for the movie and you have to fight him to get him to let you at least pay for snacks but soon you are seated in the almost empty theater together. 

He moves close to you as the movie starts, whispering translations in your ear. At some point halfway through the movie, his arm ends up around your back as he continues to translate, your hand falls instinctively to his thigh. 

The movie ends eventually, and the two of you begin to walk outside together. You know a really good ice cream place that’s not a far walk from the theatre so you suggest going Spencer instantly says yes. You guys walk in silence for a while before you open your mouth to say something. 

“Can I confess something to you?” You ask him. 

He turns and looks at you. “Yea, what is it?” 

“Je parle quatre langues, dont une est le français.” (I speak four languages, one of which is french.) You say. 

He looks at you incredulously. “Pourquoi m'avez-vous laissé traduire le film entier pour vous?” (Why did you let me translate the entire movie for you?) He asks 

“Tu veux dire, pourquoi t'ai-je laissé chuchoter à mon oreille pendant deux heures d'affilée?” (You mean, Why did I let you whisper in my ear for two hours straight?) You smile flirtatiously at him. “Je suis sûr que tu peux comprendre celui-là.” (I'm sure you can figure that one out) You nudge him with your arm. “Come on, I believe you owe me ice cream.” 

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You and Spencer, deciding you don’t want the night to end just yet,  take your ice cream and walk to a park. You lick lazily at the cone you opted for opposed to the cup he got. You guys seem to try and catch up on everything the two of you had done since your last coffee shop visit. He tells you about the books and Doctor’s journals he’s read. You explain to him the entire plot of the latest season of Drag race. You talk and talk and talk, to the point you don’t even realize it’s getting late. 

“It’s late.” he says, “We should head back.” 

And so you do, the two of you walk back to your cars parked near the movie theatre in semi-silence. As the two of you approach your driver door, you turn to look at each other. 

“This was fun, to hang out, I mean.” You say. 

“Yea, it was.” He adds. “I’d like to do it more, if you don’t mind.” 

You shake your head. “No, I’d love that.” you say. 

He takes a step closer to you and you do the same. This was it, he was finally going to kiss you. He looks down at your lips and up to your eyes again as if searching for the approval you give a quick tiny nod. He smiles, moving a hand to the side of your head leaning into you--

Your phone rings. He takes a step back. 

Moment ruined.   

You look at your caller ID. “It’s Hotch.” you say, he nods at you while you answer the phone “Y/L/N” you say. 

“Y/N/N, you need to meet me at the office. Right now.” He says. 

“Why sir? Is there a case?” You ask. 

“No case.” He says. “Gabriel Ferguson’s date has been set.” 

That name. 

You tried everyday to forget that name. 

The name of the man who took your family. 

Your innocence. 

Your way of life. 

Gabriel Ferguson. 

The Beechwood Killer. 

You freeze. Spencer is watching you, concerned now. “W-Why do you need me to come in for that?” You stutter. 

“Because… he’s refusing to tell us where he dumped the first bodies.” Hotch pauses. “Until he speaks to you.” 

You drop your phone. 

The last thing you hear is Spencer calling out to you while everything fades to black.

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