#and now just blocking the whole pavement with her car?? madness

[jacksgrealish]

oh my god yesterday there was a car parked really weirdly opposite us, it was half on the pavement on school zig zag lines when there was no need to be because the rest of the road was clear aside from one other parked car. just looked out the window and the same car was completely fucking up a 3 point turn, holding up loads of traffic, has then smashed in to the railings on the pavement and once actually tuned around has just parked her whole fucking car on the pavement when there’s more than enough room to just park on the road 💀

#looks like a nurse going in to one of the old ladies opposite.... girl i think you need to find yourself a job that doesnt involve driving #you've got 2 junctions where you can turn round easy i have no idea why she was trying to turn how she was in the first place #how she didn't realise she was going to hit these railings #and now just blocking the whole pavement with her car?? madness #you dont even need to park on the pavement a bit the road is wide enough to just park on there #stacey speaks

[augustghosts]

1988 - Eddie Munson

A few more looks into my stupid lil take on Eddie surviving and escaping Hawkins. The sequel to 1987.

Word count: 8k (lol)

Warnings: Minors DNI. 18+, gets a lil spicy multiple times. There isn’t any full detailed smut in this one, but lots of allusions to sex, basically in every month hehe. Slight mention of knife play and Eddie’s famous handcuffs. Gets pretty angsty as well. Eddie crying multiple times is defo its own warning. Smoking and alcohol are mentioned throughout. Talk of alcoholism and addiction. Weed is used, but only in one month. Talk of nightmares. Talk of therapy and ptsd. Jealousy. But also some disgustingly sweet fluffy stuff too! Just a bit of everything really. only lightly proofread so if there’s any mistakes just pretend they aren’t there…

January, 1988. Rain pounding the pavement. Earth saturated. Eddie, running from his car to their apartment block entrance. The ground is slippery, winter - old ice and new rain. Terrible combination. Especially for a clumsy man wearing boots. He’s fumbling in his pockets, where the fuck were his keys? Shit. Did he leave them in the car? He looks up, their front facing apartment visible. Kat is perched at the double doors which lead to the balcony. Peering through the glass, almost mocking him. He sighs, making his way back to his car. 

20 minutes later he’s sitting in the car, but this time outside of her work. A quiet bookstore, her shift doesn’t finish for another half an hour. They had just got back last week. New Year's eve. December 1987 had been spent apart. Christmas, back in Hawkins. Him and Wayne tucked away in Wayne’s new house. One bedroom - small, but good enough for Wayne. Her with her family on the other side of town, just like back in Highschool. They had met up once during this month long ‘break’ in their relationship and fucked in a motel room. 

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so fucking sorry.”  “Fuck, you feel so good, Ed’s. I love you.” 

Apologies, whispered praises and promises. The cruel game of love that they had been playing since they were teenagers. Sneaking back to their families after ‘running errands’. Just like old times. He had felt mad without her. Although, sometimes, Eddie thought that he was never sane to begin with. They had been doing well since they got back. Happy to be out of Hawkins again, back home. Together. Belonging. 

When he walks in, she’s at the counter, hunched over a book. The store is empty, dimly lit. She jumps as the bell above the door rings. Slamming the book shut, ready to greet a customer. Her tight customer service smile fading and being replaced by a genuine grin when she sees her boyfriend sheepishly standing in the doorway. Water dripping from his hair and clothes. 

“Did you walk here?” She jokes. Walking to the other side of the counter to greet him. He takes a few steps towards her, stopping when he notices the droplets from his boots are leaving footprints on the carpet. 

“No, i uh - i think i lost my keys.” He chuckles, his teeth slightly chattering. January weather. He looks around. “Are you here alone? Is that safe?” 

She frowns, watching him shiver, rain dripping from his bangs. She walks around him, locking the doors. How many customers are going to come in half an hour before closing during a storm? 

“Come here,” She says. Reaching for his shoulders, slipping his wet coat off. Throwing it to the floor. The store is warm, and so is she. Always warm. She hugs him tightly, pulling back to wipe the wet hair out of his face before pulling him down for a kiss. Cold lips meet warm. He groans against her mouth. Trying to pull her closer. 

“I’m gonna close up now. Then we can get you home, get you in the shower.” 

He scoops his jacket up from the floor as she walks away. A smirk -  “Are you going to come in with me?” 

February. Cookies. A new hobby for her, baking. Truly domestic bliss. For her at least. Eddie would complain the whole time, it takes too long, it looks boring, I miss you, come cuddle. She had heard them all. He would complain, up until he got to taste whatever she had made. Today was no different, he was waiting. Leaning on the counter, elbows on the marble and his head resting in his hands. Brown eyes watching. You can’t eat them when they’re hot, Ed’s. She had told him. 

��Do I need to wait for these to cool down?” He mumbled, eyes fixed on the treats. Kat was beside him on the counter, almost mimicking his expression. 

“Yes, honey.” She laughed, moving to untie the apron she had on. She was dressed in the apron one of Eddie’s shirts and her panties. Fuck, she looked good. He leaned further over the counter to look her up and down. 

“Wait,” He said. Her hands paused on the strings. “That is very cute.” 

She giggled as he approached her. His strong arms wrapped around her waist. “You like it?” She asked. 

“Mhm.” He hummed, hungrily taking in her form one more time. One of his hands slid around her back, pulling the strings. Apron now on the floor. His hands under her ass, hoisting her up into his arms. 

“Ed’s!” She squealed as he lifted her up onto the counter. His large hands squeezed her thighs. She was the luckiest woman alive. As much as Eddie wanted to deny it. Lips joined as he leaned against the counter between her legs, his arms on either side of her, caging her in. His weight on top of her is familiar and welcome. As they kissed, she felt Eddie grabbing something on the counter behind her. When she pulled away to look he was holding a small knife she had used earlier to open the packet of sugar she had been struggling with. 

“Do you remember how much fun we used to have with these?” He smirked, his mouth inches away from hers. She grinned back at him. Memories flashing through her mind, Eddie’s trailer in high school. His handcuffs and the switchblade he used to carry with him. Nothing dangerous, always fun.

“Yeah,” She mumbled against his jawline, a groan rumbling in his chest as she pressed her lips to his ear. “It’s a shame you didn’t keep those handcuffs, baby.” 

“I can always get us some more.” He whispered, his voice low. Bringing the knife up higher towards her cheek. Pressing the cold metal against her warm skin, not hard enough to leave any marks. Trailing it down to her throat. Eyes dilating. 

“From where?” She laughed, watching his face as he dragged the blunt edge of the knife over her skin. 

“I don’t know. Sex shops are like, in right now. We didn’t have one in Hawkins, we can get you some fluffy ones.” He teases. Dropping the knife to kiss her again. 

“We can get fluffy ones,” She agreed. Arms wrapping around his neck, legs around his hips. “Only if you let me tie you up with them.” 

March. Still cold, not quite wedding season yet. Yet here they were. Almost 1am, in a crowded hall, surrounded by mostly strangers. One of her colleagues is getting married in March. Stupid, she had thought. Sitting at a round table, glasses and confetti littering the cloth. Eddie, leaning back in his chair with a sigh, hand absentmindedly stroking her knee. Wearing all black, jeans and a button up. “You know we’re going to a wedding, not a funeral. Right?”  She had joked before they left. He looked beautiful. As usual. 

 He reaches for the pack of cigarettes, leaning into her ear. “Lets go outside.” 

She nods, downs her drink and follows him outdoors. A deep sigh, the fresh night air a welcome change. Eddie passes her a cigarette, he leans down to light it for her when she places it between her lips. A stir inside of him as she looks up at him. She looks amazing. He can’t help but wish it was their wedding instead. He pushes the thought aside, lighting his own cigarette and leaning back against the brick wall. Cold. She leans into him, head on his shoulders. 

“When we get married, I don't want a wedding like this.” Her voice surprises him. 

“When?” He smiles. Sometimes he thought that she could read his mind. 

“Yeah.” She says, still leaning on his shoulder. “When. We’ll invite Wayne. Dustin maybe. Head down to a courthouse or something and do it there. I don’t need all this, unless you want that?” 

“Fuck no,” He laughs. “We could go to vegas.” 

“Wayne would hate that. 

“Yeah he would.” Eddie confirms. They both laugh. A rare conversation between them. Eddie usually isn’t the type, it scares him. Maybe it’s the alcohol, he thinks. He’s wanted to marry her since the day they met. When he found her in the Hawkins High parking lot in the rain yelling at her car for breaking down. When she had hopped into his van and stolen his cigarettes and waved at him from her front door after he’d taken her home. 

“I haven’t asked you, though. Like, properly.” He mumbles. Finishing his cigarette and stomping it into the dirt. 

“You don’t really need to.” She says. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug.

“No?” He smiles. Thank fuck for that, he’s never been able to imagine himself doing the down on one knee and big wedding thing. He’s always on his knees for herself anyway. He just wants her as his wife. He wants her forever. 

“I want a ring though.” She smirks, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He hums in agreement, his hand moving up her arm to softly grasp her throat, pulling her into a kiss. He kisses her deeply, full of love. Her fingers grasp his hair, tugging lightly. Almost as if trying to pull him closer, they were already impossibly close. His knee sliding between her thighs. His hand is still around her neck protectively, squeezing a little harder now. 

Her hands drift down from his neck, stroking his chest on their way to the front of his jeans. Her fingers grasp the cold belt buckle, undoing it hastily before going for the zipper. 

“Are you sure?” He mumbles into the side of her neck. The skin on her neck is hot from his mouth, but her hands feel cold as they brush his stomach. He wishes he had brought his jacket out to drape around her shoulders like in some romantic movie. 

“Yeah. No ones gonna come out here looking for us, we hardly know any of em’” She giggles breathless as her hand dips into the front of his jeans, stroking him over the fabric of his boxers. 

“Fuck, okay.” He groans as she finally wraps her hand around his semi hard cock.

“Your hands fucking cold though.” He laughs as she begins to work him just the way he likes. He latches back onto her neck to quiet himself, just in case. 

“You’ll have to warm them up then, baby.” 

April. It’s late, the apartment is dark. He’s stressed, She’s stressed, Kat is also stressed - watching his parents fight. Eddie knows what would cure him instantly. He longs for it. The exact cause of the rift happening right now. 

“Will you stop that?” She snaps at him. He’s pacing, jittery and frantic. He’s tired, she’s angry. She’s so fucking angry at him and he hates it. 

“Eddie!” She calls his name again. Stern. He swings around, the tears running down her cheeks makes his chest hurt. Or was it something else doing that? He wasn’t sure anymore. 

“We need to talk about this. I can’t do it again.” She sighs.

“It-it’s not that bad.” He stutters, he feels sick. He sits down and puts his head in his hands. “I’m fine.” 

“You’re not.” She has her arms crossed. Staring at him, he doesn’t respond. She makes her way over to him, he’s on the couch, she sits on the coffee table in front of him. “Eddie, please.” 

He needs a cigarette. They’re arguing about him, about his drinking and about those fuckin pain killers again. They help, he’d said. The drinking helps him sleep. Stops the nightmares. The pills help his head, it always hurts when he doesn’t sleep enough. He looks exhausted, she thinks.

“I’m trying to help.” She whispers.

“I know,” He practically sobs.. The dam finally breaks, the tears brimming  his lashes start  falling freely. “I know. I’m sorry.” 

He leans into her lap, his forehead resting on her knees as he cries. Repeating apologies. She rubs his back, runs her fingers through his hair - anything to calm him down. He’s shaking, but he mumbles something. 

“Huh?” She cups his face, wiping his tears when he lifts up his head. 

“I’m scared.” He whispers. “The nightmares, they scare me so fucking much. I’m scared that they won’t ever end.” He paused, sniffling. He feels pathetic. She waits for him to continue- “I just - I’m so tired. I never meant to hurt you. I love you.”

“I know.” She takes his hand, squeezing it tightly. “I love you too. So fucking much, Ed’s. There’s steps we can take, help you can get. People you can talk to-“ 

“I'll talk to you.” He cuts her off. “I do talk to you.”

The thought of telling anyone else about his problems makes his headache worse. What was he supposed to tell them anyway? 

“I know but I mean someone else, professionals.” She smiles. Ugh, he sighs. She continues: “I need you in top shape for when we get married.” 

This makes him smile. He rests his head back on her lap, he’s desperate to sleep. She hugs him close. 

“I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want you to get tired and realise you deserve better.” He says. Still in her lap. He could never say this while  looking into her beautiful eyes. “The nightmares scare the hell outta me but you leaving, that scares me more.” 

She doesn’t respond for a few seconds. She’s delighted that he’s opening up, telling her the truth. Eddie had always been so reserved when it came to anything other than happiness. He never wanted to burden people with his problems. From a young age he had decided that if he was always the happiest person in the room, people would like him more. People would want him there.

“I’m not going anywhere,” She says softly. “This is okay. Rough patches like this, it’s all okay. We can get through it. You can get through it.” He wraps his arms around her waist, head on her chest. Heartbeat. “It’s gonna be okay, Ed’s.” 

“I know.” He whispers. “We’ll be okay.” 

May. Eddie’s birthday. He had been working so hard recently. Familiar for him, around this time of year. He never liked to celebrate. He needed this, she knew. As much as he didn’t want to admit it. He had been doing well mentaly, as well.  He’d been sleeping well mostly, and when he didn’t, he would actually talk to her about it. She wanted to show him she was proud. She told him all the time, but Eddie was no good at accepting genuine praise. Not outside of the bedroom, anyways.  She wasn’t much of a cook, but his favourite meal was take out anyway. So, a win for her. Kat had been following her around the apartment. Like he could feel the energy coming off of her. Sniffing around the gifts in the living room. 

When the sound of his keys jingling on the other side of the front door drifts through the apartment. Both she and Kat jump to attention. He opens the door slowly, almost as if he’s awaiting something. He knows her too well to think that she doesn’t have something waiting for him on the other side of the door. But boy, did he have a surprise for her instead. 

When he finally enters, she's waiting. She opens her mouth ready to say something, probably a Happy birthday baby! Or a Surprise! But when she sees what he’s holding in his arms she stops, Kat freezes beside her as well. She covers her mouth with her hands, a whispered what the fuck? As she approaches him. 

The small cat in his arms watches her before it looks back up at him. It’s claws digging into his leather jacket as it tries to bury itself further into his arms.

 “I uh, i found him.” He smiles, sheepishly. “Well, actually he’s been hanging around the shop for a few days. He’s so skinny, look. I’ve been feeding him and it's raining tonight so..”  He trails off, watching her smile as she reaches for the animal. It shys away, moving closer to Eddie. Kat is at his feet, trying to join in and see what everyone’s looking at. 

“He’s shy.” Eddie says quietly. “But I think he’ll like it here.” 

“I think so too.” She beams, taking the cat from his arms. It stiffens for a moment, nervous as it looks back at Eddie with pleading eyes. “Did you name it?” 

“No,” He says, watching as it relaxes in her arms as she scratches its head. Something he knows all too well. “You know how bad we are with names. He’ll probably end up being Kat number two or something.” He jokes. They both laugh, quietly so as to not disturb the nervous cat. 

“I know,” She agrees. “What are we gonna do when we need to name children?”

Her words cause a stir inside of him. He’s grinning as he leans down to greet his first child. She walks into the lounge still cradling their new one. “These are for you!” She gestures to his gifts. Putting the cat down on the couch and approaching him. Before he can protest with a You didn’t have too, she takes his arm, hugging it tightly, leading him into the living room. The cats surround them as he opens them. A new guitar, only an acoustic one. She knew nothing about all the electric ones, too complicated. Plus, his acoustic guitar had gotten broken when they had moved in over a year ago, when he kept dropping all the boxes. He still hadn't bought a new one. A new vinyl player. The one he had now was the same one they had danced too in high school in his trailer bedroom. And a few of his favourite albums. 

“Baby, i-” He starts. He doesn’t know how to finish. So he practically crawls over to the couch instead. He climbs on top of her on the couch and kisses her with as much love as he can. 

“You’re welcome.” She smiles against his lips. He tells her he loves her, whispered into his mouth. 

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” He says, fingers squeezing her waist - finding her thigh to hook her leg over his hips. “At work on my fucking birthday when all i wanted was to be here with you.” 

“And them.” She points to the cats who are inquisitively sniffing around each other. The new addition already a part of the family. 

“And them.” He confirms with a smile. 

“Anyway,” He continued, grasping her jaw to look her in the eyes. “Are you gonna make me wait any longer?”

She would never deny him. Never could. Especially not on his birthday. She slides out from underneath him with one last kiss. Taking his hand and leading him to their bedroom, his other gift lay in wait on the bed. He laughed loudly as he laid his eyes upon the pair of pink fluffy handcuffs lying on the sheets. 

“Oh, fuck yes!” He exclaimed. Giggling with her as he grasped her thighs, hoisting her up into his arms to lay her down on the bed. Best birthday ever, he thinks. 

June. Eddie, awake early. As usual. In High School, he used to sleep late and wake up late. The opposite now. Funny how things change. 6:30, the clock says. He’s sitting on the balcony. Kat on his lap. The new cat, they’d been calling Two for a month now, was asleep with her in bed. Always cuddled up under her chin. Eddie was convinced that they had to give him a silly name like that, exactly like they had done with Kat. Because what kind of parents were they if they only bothered coming up with a cool name for their second one? ‘Babe, we literally named our first cat, cat! We can’t give number two a cool name. How will Kat feel?” 

His notebook in front of him, his guitar next to him which he’d put down when Kat joined him. Taking the place of his guitar on his lap. He didn’t mind. He sipped his coffee, smoke from his cigarette floating into the bedroom. He secretly hoped it would wake her up, he missed her every second they were apart. Even when they slept. He just didn’t have the heart to wake her. She had work soon anyway, so did he. Maybe he would have too. He sat out there watching and listening to the city for another half an hour, lighting more cigarettes and drinking his cold coffee. 

“Good morning, love of my entire life! Did you sleep well?” Her cheery voice sounded behind him, just as he was thinking of waking her up. He laughed, turning to face her as he leant down to kiss his cheek. 

“What?” She laughed with him. 

“That’s always exciting to hear.” He said. Passing her the cigarette box, watching her lips as she lit one. 

“Why?”

“Because it means you want something.” 

“I can’t tell you that you’re the love of my life without wanting something? I’m hurt.” She asked, sitting in her usual chair opposite him. The city was beginning to awake. More cars, louder. He tutted, shaking his head. Shooing Kat off of his lap and sitting back, patting his thighs. She took the hint, shooting up immediately and perching on his lap. He held her tightly, her arms around his neck. 

“I need a ride to work.” She mumbled into his hair.  He laughed, whispering  I knew it into the skin of her neck. His head resting on her shoulder.

“You are the love of my life, though.” She took his face into her hand, tilting his face up to kiss him. 

“I know.” He said between pecks, “Because you’re mine too.” 

He loved this balcony, and he loved kissing her. Her on his lap, out here the sun rising and the sounds of the city. Her lips on his, her hands in his hair, cupping his face. A life like this was something he thought he would never live. Something he thought he didn’t deserve. 

“You look beautiful.” He whispered into her mouth, his hand kneading her thighs. She pulled away smiling. 

“Flattery will get you everywhere, baby.” She said, beginning to stand up. 

“Yeah?” He asked, playfully trying to pull her back down onto his lap. 

“Yeah, everywhere being a shower with me,” She took his hand, tugging him to stand up. “I need to get ready for work, but i want you first” 

“I like everywhere.” He laughed, following her back into the flat. The cats sat side by side on the bed, watching their parents make their way into the bathroom together, instead of making their way into the kitchen to fill up their food bowls. 

July. Almost 2am. Late for them, but they both have a day off tomorrow, so no harm done. It’s a clear starry night. She’s fascinated. They’re both laying out on the balcony - side by side. Their chairs pushed aside, a blanket laid out on the concrete surface underneath them. The blanket is thin - all the thick ones apparently ‘too expensive’ to be put out on the balcony floor. 

“I feel dizzy.” She says, quietly. 

“Gimme’ that then.” Eddie says, his voice slow. Holding out his hand to take the joint from her. 

“I haven’t smoked since before we moved.” She mumbles, still transfixed by the stars above them. Eddie has to admit, they do look nice tonight. Maybe it's just the weed though or maybe it’s that fact that she thinks they’re so amazing that he automatically does as well, he isn’t sure.

“Me neither.” He says, exhaling the smoke towards the sky. 

“I don’t think I like it anymore.” She whispers, turning to look at him. He looks beautiful. She can hardly see him, just the lit end of the joint between his fingertips, the moonlight. The flat is dark behind them, her insisting that the light would interfere with the view of the moon. But still, she knows he looks gorgeous. 

“Me neither, to be honest.” Eddie says, putting it out in the ashtray beside him. He sits up to take a sip of the water bottle beside him, offering it to her. She says she thinks she’ll throw up if she sits up. He laughs, laying back down. 

“We used to make a lot of money from it though, when you used to sell it.” 

“It wasn’t a lot.” Eddie snorts, “Barely enough for gas for that fuckin’ van.” 

“It was a lot for us!” She says, maybe a little too loud. “We could afford pizza almost every night.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” He laughs, reaching for her hand. Holding it tightly. Looking at the rings on her fingers. His eyes fix on the empty space on her left hand. 

“I miss the van.” She says, watching him play with her hand. 

“Me too.” He sighs, “I miss fucking you in the back of it.” 

“Eddie!” She giggles.

“What?” He laughs with her. “I do! You gave me my first blowjob in the back of that van. I’ll never forget it.” 

“Neither will i. Would you get another one?” 

“No,” He says quickly. “That ship has sailed, I think. It would remind me too much of, you know, the past.” 

She nods, staring at him while he stares up at the sky. She whispers: “Sometimes the past can be good.” 

“Not mine. You’re the only good thing about my past. I never wanted anything but this,” He gestures between them. “I don’t wanna go back to it. Not hawkins, not the weed, not the van. None of it. Only you.”  

She registers the tears in his eyes and the way his hand shakes and grasps hers tighter. “Okay.” She says. Simple, but he knows that she's saying she isn’t going to pry anymore. An understanding between them, he appreciates.  She shuffles closer to him, throwing her arm over his waist, nuzzling his neck. Just them and the moon and the stars. All he’d ever wanted. All he’d ever need. 

August. Loud voices and crowds. Two things she hated. The reason she missed so many of Eddie’s shows with his band back in school. Something she regretted now. She clung to Eddie’s hand as they left the cinema building. Beginning the walk home,  not far from their apartment. A warm August evening, Eddie looked gorgeous in the sunlight. His short sleeved band t-shirt, minus his usual leather jacket, his own personal style that he still clung to. 

“I thought that was great!” He smiled, swinging their hands back and forth. She had a different opinion. Horror movies, they’d always been Eddie’s favourite. He had sat her down on the couch and convinced her to watch hundreds during their relationship. How was there so many? Who was making these? 

“Uh, yeah. Yeah it was good.” She agreed - lied. The sun was beginning to set, the streets getting quieter now as they got closer to their building. He felt her squeezing his hand a little tighter. Turning to look over her shoulder every now and then. He smirked, taking his hand out of her grip and throwing his arm over her shoulder, pulling her close into his side. She grasped his hand again as it draped over her shoulder. 

“You scared?” He teased, lowering his voice as his mouth neared her ear. 

“No.” She mumbled. 

“You sure?” 

“I’m not scared. That movie was just… weird. I don’t know how you enjoy those so much.” 

“Don’t worry, baby.” He said, fishing his keys out his pocket as they approached their building. “I’ll protect you.” 

She nodded, looking around again as he unlocked the door. She hated the hallway outside their apartment. During the day it was annoying, a long walk after taking the stairs. But at night, it was terrifying. It wasn’t just long. But dark as well. Eddie paused at the top of the stairs, looking down the hallway. 

“What?” She asked. He didn’t answer, without warning he sprinted down into the darkness towards their apartment. 

“Eddie!” She hissed, running to catch up with him. Hearing his laughter at the end of the hallway. “Don’t do that!” 

He was still laughing as she  joined him at the front door. The cats surrounded their feet when he opened it, making sure she got in first. Even though he had just abandoned her in the terrifying hallway. 

“That’s so not funny.” She whined after he had safely locked the door. Pushing him away when he mumbled an aww and tried to hug her. 

“Fuck off.” She groaned as he wrapped his arms around her, much stronger than her. He attempts to push him away feeble. “Such an idiot.” She mumbled against his chest. 

“Aw, I'm sorry sweetheart. Did I leave you all alone in the big bad hallway?” He practically giggled into her ear. He brought his hand up to her jaw, tilting her face so he could join their lips. “I’m sorry.” He laughed against her mouth. 

“I don’t know if I can forgive you, Ed’s.” She said as he  moved to kiss her cheek. Suggestively - “You might need to show me how sorry you are.” 

“Oh?” He whispered, their foreheads touching. She nodded. “Oh, I can definitely do that, baby. Come here.” 

He bent down, one of his arms hooking under her knees as he lifted her up into his arms. He crossed the threshold of their bedroom, dropping her onto the bed. Lifting his shirt over his head before climbing on top of her, ready to show her just how sorry he was, a loud meow from the doorway  interrupted them. Both their heads turned to the doorway to see the cats standing next to their empty bowls, the cinema trip meant they had missed dinner time. 

Eddie sighed, getting up from the bed to his feet, “Wait there.” He said sternly, pointing at her lying on the bed. “I want those clothes gone when i get back.”

She laughed as she began to strip the offending garments off of her body. Lying back in wait for her boyfriend who was currently apologising to the cats, the sounds of their food being poured into the metal bowls ringing through the apartment. God, he was fantastic. 

September. A cold evening, a store. The bane of Eddie’s existence - shopping. He was pushing the cart. Full of, frankly, stuff they didn’t need. A weekly occurrence for them. Grocery shopping for ‘essentials’ only, and arriving home with more than they needed.

“You know, I don't think we’ve picked up a single thing on this list, baby,” Eddie sighs. The love of his life was currently making a beeline for the newly put out halloween decorations. Why do stores keep putting this shit out in September?

 “And halloween isn’t for another month!” He calls after her. 

“Yeah, but look!” She laughs, eyes drifting over to the pet Halloween costumes. Eddie couldn’t lie, he didn’t want to step foot in that aisle. He felt stupid, but honestly, the bats made him nervous. Although these ones were all cute and cuddly. He started to take some deep breaths, March 1986 was a long time ago. But he couldn’t stop his heart rate picking up at the sight of the light up bats on a string, the paper bats that hung from the ceiling almost taunting him. He started to back away slightly. She followed his eyes to the ceiling, the bats hanging above her.  She suddenly felt guilty.

“Are you okay?” She asked softly, putting the cat pumpkin costume down. 

“Yeah. Yeah - no, I'd uh, I'd just like to leave.” He mumbled. She nodded, offering to take the cart from him. He let go quickly, shuffling over to the next aisle and taking a few more deep breaths. 

“ I’m sorry, Ed's,” She said, standing a few steps away from him. “Do you wanna go home?” 

“ No! No, it’s okay!” He said softly, walking back over. “It’s okay. It's just, you know, down there.” He pointed to the offending aisle.

 “This list is still pretty long.” He forced a laugh and a smile. Taking the cart back from her. 

“You can wait in the car if you like? I don’t mind.” She offered.

“No, I'm fine! Honestly.” He assured her. His shaky hand came to rest on her shoulder. She looked around at the empty aisle they were in, before leaning up to wrap her arms around his neck. Pulling him into a tight hug - full of love. He relaxed, resting his head on her, his own arms squeezing her tightly, 

“I’m proud of you, baby.” She whispered. He smiled against her hair. “I love you.” She cradled his face to look into his eyes. 

“I love you more.” He said, hands travelling up and down her back. 

“I don’t think so.” She jokes, pulling away to look back down at their shopping list. He pulls her back, grasping her waist so his chest is pressed against her back. He pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin of her neck, his lips ghosting over the mark he had already made earlier in the day, before whispering:  “I think I showed you just how much I love you this morning.” 

October. Eddie is locked out of his own bedroom. Sitting with his back against the wall next to the door. Kat beside him, Two on the other side of the door with her. Both cats are equally as confused as Eddie. Well, he shouldn’t be confused, he fucked up. Big time. 

“Honey, I’m sorry.” He knew you could hear him. He was met with silence. “Please. We need to talk about this.’ 

“I don’t want to talk to you. Not right now.” The first words he’d heard from her in almost twenty minutes. 

“Please. Give me five minutes. Let me explain.” More silence. 

“Explain what? Explain why you’re drunk? Explain why your new girlfriend was trying to make out with you in front of me?” 

“She wasn’t! She’s not and she wasn’t! That- that’s not what happened. I’m not drunk either, I promise.” He stuttered. Fuck, maybe he was. He put his head in his hands, his knees pulled to his chest. “Baby, please. I don’t even know who she is. I just met her.” 

“Okay? That doesn’t help. I know what I saw.” He could hear that she was crying. His heart was fucking broken. This was it, wasn’t it? The last straw. She was going to leave him. She was probably going to fuck off back to hawkins and leave him here in this big city all alone. All his fault, like always. 

“I know what it looks like you saw. I promise it wasn’t. I’m gonna explain. ” He whispered, his head resting against the door now. She didn’t respond, he started talking anyway.

Eddie had been out with friends from work, a rare occurrence for  him. He’d become a home body since they had left Hawkins, something he was completely fine with. He was in some dirty bar with his dirty new friends who he honestly didn ‘t like that much. All he wanted was to be home with his girl. One of his new friends had brought his girlfriend who had brought a friend. A friend who had been giving him the eye all night. Eddie had pretended not to notice. He wasn’t very good at turning people down, but turn her down he definitely would. He had the most beautiful girl in the world at home waiting for him. The most gorgeous woman in the city who was probably sitting up on the couch with their two cats. The only place he wanted to be right now. He had been drinking, that was wrong of him. He can admit - he had been doing so well. He was just so nervous and he thought he could handle it. Lesson learned. He had called her, the most gorgeous girl in the city, to come pick him up. 

“Look, baby, I'm so sorry. You gotta come get me.”

“Have you been drinking, Ed’s?” 

“Yes. I’m sorry.” A sigh had come from the other end. 

“Okay, I'll be there in a sec. Stay safe.” That had made him smile. He told his friends he was leaving which had caused complaints, his girl was coming to pick him up, he’d said. He didn’t miss the pout from the friend who had been eye fucking him all night. He had smirked. His acquaintances had offered to come stand outside with him, to have a smoke and keep him company while he waited. The girls had followed. Just as the love of his life had pulled up in his car, the friend who had suddenly started standing very close to him had twisted her ankle on her heel. Eddie, being ever the gentlemen, obviously didn’t want to let her fall. But now, hours later, he was pretty sure she had done it on purpose. He wished he had picked that up at the time. Actually, now he thinks about it, was she even wearing heels? Anyway, the way she had fallen into him and thrown her arms around his neck could not have been an accident. And that's exactly what his love had seen. He had helped the girl stand up straight, her and her friends giggles had  infuriated him. The car ride home was silent. And here he was. Now locked out of his own bedroom. 

“And that’s it.” He promised. He was crying now too. “Please open the door. I’m sorry for drinking so much, I messed up. I can admit that and I'll make it up to you. I swear.” 

He sniffled, listening as he heard shuffling on the other side. He continued, “But the girl, it was nothing. I promise. I was just trying to be nice. I didn’t know she was gonna do that. I’m sorry you saw it but i would never. Baby, i would never.” He practically sobbed the last part. “Please. You’re it for me. I love you. I love you so much. I would never ruin this, ever. Please.” He pleaded one more time. Tears trailing down his cheeks. His head hurt now, from the crying or the drinking - he wasn’t sure. He just wanted to sleep. He wanted a hug, and he wanted to sleep. In his own bed, with her. Not the couch with Kat. 

The door opened. “Really?” She sniffled. Her face matched his. Sad, tears. He nodded, his big brown eyes full of tears, looking up at her. 

“Yes. I promise. I wish I could prove it to you.” He whispered. He was still on the floor, she crouched down next to him. 

“I’m sorry.” She said, “I-” 

“No, no I am.” He cut her off, taking her hands into his. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Ed’s. I’m sorry I didn't let you explain.” She put her arms around his shoulders. He basically curled up into her lap. “I just- I guess I got jealous. There was no need, I trust you Eddie. And I believe you. I’m so sorry. I love you.” 

They stayed like that for a while, on the floor. Whispering apologies and promises of love. She got up to make him a drink. He downed a pint of water and crawled into bed next to her. That was his last night out for a while, he thinks. Hopefully forever, she thought. 

November. Balcony doors open, the curtains rustling. Cold, 9am. Way too cold, now that Eddie was no longer beside her, or inside of her. Her legs are still shaky, hair a mess. Rumpled sheet. The smell of coffee and cigarettes coming from the kitchen. Eddie’s voice, talking to the cats. She smiled. When he reemerged, two mugs in hand, the pack of cigarettes he had been looking for in the draws now in his hand. 

“I told you they were in the kitchen.”

“Whatever.”  He mumbled, muffled by the one in his mouth. He passed her the pack after placing her mug down on her bedside table. He climbed over her to his side, placing his own on the other table. A mumbled come here, gorgeous as he opened his arm, urging her to curl up into his side. Leg thrown over his, his heartbeat in her ear. Happiness. 

“You know, I can’t believe you still  have a ridiculous amount of sugar in your coffee.” He said, taking a sip of his own. “I thought you would have grown out of it or something.” 

“It’s the way I like it.” She scoffed. “What do you want for breakfast?”

“Dunno.” He looked down at her, the hand around her shoulders coming up to run through her hair. “I think we have cereal.” 

“Mhm.” She hummed at the feeling of his fingers on her scalp. “We like cereal.” 

“Yes, we do.” He whispered. Tilting her head to kiss her. She pulled away too quickly for his liking, but before he could reel her back in she had bounced up and placed herself on his lap. Their lips met again, his hands going straight to her ass, pulling her closer against his chest. Her tits pressed against his skin made him groan into her mouth and knead the skin in his hands. 

“Round two?” She smiled against his skin, her lips travelling to his neck. Marks she had already left, a slight burning sensation as she sucked on them again. He loved it. 

“Damn baby, I thought you were tired?” He gasped as she reached down between them to grasp him in her hand. He went straight for her chest as he worked him slowly, his mouth closing around one of her nipples. Her hands tighten in his curls. Heat in her abdomen spreading, their mouths exploring each other once again when, like clockwork - two high pitched meows. 

“Hey!” Eddie pointed at the offenders, “I’m trying to seduce your mother! Go away!” 

Both of them laughed as he pushed her backwards off his lap, hand cradling the back of her head, his face above hers. Coaxing her to wrap her legs around him as he slid home. 

December. A snow storm. No Hawkins for Christmas this year, something Eddie was secretly pleased about. The glittering tree she had insisted they put up flashed in the corner every time a car drove past. The headlights catching the god awful tinsel. He didn’t hate the tree, he hated the decorations. The cats kept stealing them. They kept waking up to the living room covered in plastic and tinsel. Maybe he just hated cleaning. 

The awfully cheesy Christmas movie was long forgotten after he had convinced her to make out with him on the couch instead. Something that was going well until the words ‘hot chocolate’ had been mentioned on screen. Then suddenly, she had to have one as well. So here he stood - in the kitchen, arms wrapped around her waist, his chest to her back as she stood at the counter. Stirring the drinks that had distracted her from his body. 

“Stop pouting.” She giggled, looking at him from the corner of her eye. 

“I’m not.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before stepping back. 

“You are.” She cooed, bringing a hand up to pinch one of his cheeks. He shooed her hand away, mumbling an ow. 

“Come on!” She laughed, leaving the kitchen - mug in hand. He took a sip of his own drink before following her. He had to admit, it was fucking good. 

“Very well done, my love.” He commented as he joined her on the couch. 

“Thank you.” She giggled as his lips met her forehead. 

“Please don’t put that movie back on.” He whined. 

“What else do you wanna do then? There’s nothing to-” 

She stopped talking as the whole apartment went dark. The only sound, the cats paws as they both ran in, skidding to a stop in front of the couch. 

“Well, I was going to say I had something in mind.” He teased, his hand reaching her thigh. “But now, that seems to be the only thing we can do while we wait for the power to come back on.” 

“I don’t know about you, but I'm gonna finish drinking this.” She brought the mug to her lips. “And I'm gonna go find some candles.” 

He watched as her silhouette left the room. Eddie sipped his own drink again, hearing a commotion in the hallway. Neighbours asking each other “is yours out too?”. He laughed to himself. 

“Do you have your lighter?” Her voice behind him. Her arms are full of candles. Placing some in the kitchen and some of the table in front of him.

“Yeah, here.” He said, reaching for it where it lay next to his cigarette pack. While they were busy lighting candles, they failed to notice their two children eyeing up the presents under the tree. Two made the first move, dragging a small, badly wrapped box out from underneath. Obviously wrapped by Eddie. The corners are thick, and there is too much tape. While their parents kiss and giggle in the kitchen, Eddie whispering things in her ear that made her want to cross her legs, the cats get to work on ripping off the paper. 

“You hear that?” Eddie asked, pulling his mouth away from his girlfriend's chest. 

“No.” She mumbled, sucking on his jaw, trying to pull him back. But the unmistakable sound of rustling paper foiled her plans. 

“Those little shits!” He exclaimed, running to the lounge. Trying not to trip in the dark. The candles gave just enough light to see what they were doing. His eyes widened as he realised which one they had picked up, just enough paper being ripped off to expose the velvet box underneath. 

“Fuck! Not that one!” He gently pushed the cats away, scooping up the box. 

“What did they get?” She asked, coming in behind him. 

“Nothing!” He said, a little too quickly. Stuffing the box into the pocket of his sweatpants. 

“What? Let me see!” She laughed, trying to reach into his pocket. 

“No!” He grabbed her hands, stopping her from grabbing the box. “It’s one I got for you.” 

“Looks tiny,” She joked. She tried to reach for it again, “Let me see it! The cats have spoken, that gift is an early one for me to open now.” 

“No, this one's special. You can’t see it till christmas day.” 

“Oh,” She pouted. “Why do you hate me?”

They both laughed against each other's mouths, him trying to pull her back down onto the couch with him. A distraction. Hate? Well, the ring currently in his pocket would beg to differ. Those damn cats.

#okay when i tried to proofread this i started doubting it… lol #Eddie Munson #Joseph Quinn #stranger things #Joseph Quinn x Reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #Eddie Munson angst

[assassins-wasteland]

Fallout Haunted Wasteland 2023 - Oct 2

Fog

So this ended up being a lot longer than I was expecting. Original prompts from @falloutfandomeventhub. Link to prompts here.

Word count: 1.6K

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The crisis in Far Harbor was dealt with. The Harbormen on the docks returned home to their settlements, the Children of Atom were pacified, and the synths in Acadia were safe and free. The island was at peace. A peaceful resolution was a rarity in the Wasteland. Even if that resolution was built on a foundation of lies. She tried not to think about how long the fragile state of peace would last. Especially now.

Today Jadis was supposed to return home to the Commonwealth. She couldn’t. There was one last matter for her to attend to and she needed to do it alone. So she left Nick on the dock with nothing but the promise that she’d come back later and disappeared into the island fog that seemed to swallow her whole with only her rifle and a gallon of gasoline.

The fog was thick. So thick she could barely see past her outstretched hand. Jadis’ only tools she had to guide her were blurry memories from her childhood, the cracked, overgrown pavement that crunched beneath her feet, and an outdated map on her pip-boy that didn’t account for collapsed buildings and rubble and Wasteland critters blocking her path as she hiked blindly through the island. Her island. Her home. The Harbormen may call it Far Harbor but this island will always be Bar Harbor.

In the fog around her memories played. Memories of a time before the bombs. A time when the island was truly alive and thick fog didn’t drive you mad or burn your lungs. Jadis remembers being small, long before her sister was born, sitting in the backseat of a motionless car while her parents complained about the summer traffic clogging up the island. Right here there was the general store where Dad always stopped to get bait for his boat. Here’s where the ice cream shop used to stand that Mom took her to every Friday. This road was the one she took to go to school. That field was where she played soccer every spring. The fog shielded her from seeing the worst of the rot and decay that became of all these spots.

Finally, she stops. The silhouette of the familiar cabin stands before her. For a moment she just stares at it. It felt like she was returning to a family member. In a way, she was. Jadis readjusts her gas mask and continues forward.

When Jadis was born the cabin was gifted to her parents by her grandparents so they could raise her. After her father was drafted to Anchorage and relocated her family to Massachusetts her grandparents held on to the cabin. In her mother’s words, it was in case they ever needed to come home.

Everything about the cabin felt so foreign and yet so familiar at the same time. Somehow, despite everything, despite two centuries of neglect and being picked over by scavengers and pests, the cabin still stood. The wood was rotted and the windows were shattered, but it still stood. Jadis steps through the doorway, the actual door having long since rusted off its hinges. The fog leaks inside the home making everything hazy, like she was walking through a dream. This place seemed so much bigger when she was little.

She paces through it, drifting through each and every room like a ghost. The living room, the kitchen, the laundry room, the storage closet, and everything downstairs had been picked apart for scraps by needy Wastelanders. Jadis climbs the stairs and the wood creaks under her weight. She walks slowly through the hall, taking in every little detail and trying to remember where everything used to be.

She enters her parent’s old room. She used to sleep in their bed every night until she was seven because she was so scared to sleep alone. Now that very bed is collapsed onto the floor, the mattress is rotted and moldy, blankets a pillows gone with whatever poor soul needed them to keep warm. She opens the drawer of the only remaining end table and finds her mother's compact mirror. Her mother would use it to check her makeup before going anywhere. Besides it was her father’s cologne bottle, his favorite from that time that once smelled of musky pine. The mirror is broken and faded and the cologne is empty and has no more smell. Jadis takes the two little treasures and holds them in her hand.

The next room she enters is her sister’s nursery. All that remained of the crib was the wheels. Metal letters that were once pink and spelled out her name ‘CARTER’ once hung on the wall, now only the paint chipped and rusted C and T remained. In a firm grip, Jadis pries the C off the wall and takes it with her too.

Her final stop is her room. The ceiling in this room, though damaged, still mostly holds, but holes have begun to form in the rotting wood. The old polka-dot wallpaper has peeled off over the years exposing the crumbling plaster beneath. The hardwood floor beneath her feet had warped with age becoming uneven. Her old bed was long gone and the shelves that once housed books and toys were empty. Jadis lingered in this room the longest, mulling over foggy memories that don’t feel two hundred years old and yet are two centuries decayed.

In the window, something catches her eye. Her teddy bear sits on the windowsill, threadbare and slouched and it’s color faded, but looks like it’s been waiting for her to find it. Careful not to cause any more damage she carefully picks it up and looks into its button eyes. Jadis remembers forgetting it when they moved to Boston. She cried for hours and begged for days for her parents to find some way to get it back. They never did. She was ten years old after all; far too old to be crying over a missing stuffed animal. And here it was. Like it was waiting for her to find it again.

In her hands, Jadis holds the four little trinkets. A broken compact mirror, an empty cologne bottle, a rusty letter C, and a teddy bear that’s one loose thread away from falling apart. Objects the people of the wasteland deemed little more than trash. She would have too at one point, but now these little trinkets are the only remnants she has from the short time her family was whole that she can take with her. The Wasteland can’t have what little is left of it. She won’t let it.

She shoves the items into her pack, uncaps the gas can, and douses her childhood bedroom in the noxious liquid. Gasoline drips down the walls, soaks the tattered curtains, and puddles on the floor. Then she moves to Carter’s nursery and repeats the process. Then in her parent’s room. Once again, Jadis moves through the house but she is no longer an aimless ghost. Now she’s firm, splattering the gasoline with fury and determination over what remains of her past. She moves through the hall, down the stairs, through the laundry room, the kitchen, and the living room, there was no space in the cabin untouched.

With was few little treasures she was able to save Jadis left the cabin and returned to the fog outside pouring the rest of the gasoline out behind her until she reached the end of what used to be the driveway. The gas can is tossed away. From her pocket, she takes out a lighter and flicks the wheel. It sparks but no flame comes. Again and again, she flicks the wheel but there are still only sparks. Tears sting at the corners of her eyes as her frustration grows.

“Need a light?” Nick’s voice sounds from the fog. He emerges from its tendrils with a warm smile on his face and hands in his pockets. Nick had followed her through the fog. He approaches her casually as if he didn’t see a thing but Jadis knows he saw enough.

She looks at the puddle of gasoline at her feet to avoid his gaze and doesn’t say a word. Her busted lighter stays firmly in her white-knuckled grip. Jadis expects him to ask questions but… he doesn’t. He fishes his own lighter out and with a single flick it holds the flame, and then he offers it to her, a look of understanding on his face. Slowly, she takes it and for a moment she just looks into the tiny flame as if it held the answer to every question she could ever ask.

She lowers the lighter to the ground and touches it to gasoline. In an instant, the flame grew and spread down the path she had left for it and sped into the cabin. One by one each room ignited in a burst of light she could see through the windows. In only minutes the whole cabin was consumed by fire. Black smoke billowed out, merging with the white fog in a dance while the flames licked at the sky.

As she watched her childhood home burn tears began to roll down her cheeks and pool at the rubber seal of her mask. Nick took off his coat and wrapped it around her then pulled her in, hugging her tightly while she sobbed. Her own arms found their way around his waist and gripped the back of his shirt in her fists. He held her the whole time while they watched the fire devour the cabin and the fog carry away the ashes until only smoldering cinders remained.

“Nicky…” she croaks.

“Yeah, kid?”

“Thank you…”

Nick just smiles again and pats her hair with his good hand. “Anytime.”

“I think I’m ready to go home now.”

“Sounds good to me.” He tucks Jadis under his arm and guides her back to the road to begin the hike back to the docks. She spares one last look over her shoulder at the glowing coals and watches as the cinders of her past disappear in the fog.

#fallout 4 #sole survivor #the sole survivor #oc: Jadis Hayes #HauntedWasteland23 #haunted wasteland 23 #nick valentine #character is canon divergent #fo4 #fallout fic #far harbor #far harbor dlc #angst #fog #nick valentine is her papa now #fallout oc

[randynova]

♡𝓜𝔂 𝓦𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷♡

𝓖𝓾𝓷 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐴𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝐺𝑢𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝐺𝑜𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒.

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𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔(𝑠):𝐹𝑒𝑚!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡(𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝)! 𝐺𝑢𝑛

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“Why couldn’t this have waited until another day?” Gun muttered, unbuttoning his shirt, letting it slide off his taut frame, and neatly folding it, placing it onto the roof of his car. He was glad he hadn't put his jacket on, having left it in his passenger seat. “I can’t dirty my clothes again, [Name] will be mad if I get blood on it.” He rolled his broad shoulders until they released a satisfying crack, his thick muscles bulging as he stretched his arms across his scarred chest. Gun peered at a nearby store, the digital clock displaying in big white numbers, ‘7:45 PM’. He groaned, his lips curling into a scowl whilst his arms fell to his side. He didn’t have enough time to deal with this.

“Hmm, and it’s almost time for our date. Fuck.” Gun whispered to himself. He clenched his fists, narrowing his eyes at the man across from him. He removed his shades and revealed his dark gaze, placing his favorite accessory to his side as well. “I’ll make this quick, Goo. I have more important places to be.”

Goo laughed, grinning in his spot as he balanced a pole in his hands. He rolled his eyes, arching a brow at his partner. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Gun, maybe if you didn’t spend all your time by [Name]’s side, we could have dealt with this matter much earlier. That girl has you wrapped around her pretty little finger, huh?”

“Shut it,” Gun said, already racing towards the blonde and thrusting his fist, knuckles colliding with metal. Upon the cold sensation meeting his skin, he wanted to absolutely kill Goo and rip him to shreds. This would take longer than he wanted, wasting his already precious, short time. He backed off, having a considerable distance between the two, stretching his fingers a few times before clenching them again. He growled, spitting venomously,  “You just like picking fights.” 

“You did too. Before you met her, y’know,” Goo tutted, waving his finger in the air. He scoffed, voice low, “Who would’ve thought? Gun going soft for a girl. Psh, pathetic. Never thought I’d live to see the day...” The blonde trailed off, his face becoming stoic, his mind wandering. You truly had to be someone exceptional if you managed to have a guy like Gun to fall for you. He always wondered who you were, how you looked like, what you did, but Gun had kept you a secret from the world of crime. He hid almost every known trace abou you and tied every loose end that implicated you existed. No one knew who you were and no one could find you — unless Gun allowed them to. 

Goo found it so irritating how he was unable to know the girl who made such a notorious gangster go soft. 

He only met you once and that was by pure sheer luck; dropping by unexpectedly at one of Gun's apartments, only to be met with the sight of you. Seeing how Gun reacted, he knew you were supposed to be kept hush-hush. But boy, did he have a field day the next time he saw the man.

Goo had to meet you again. Or at least, know you more.

Only when Gun’s fist connected with Goo’s face did the man snap out of his thoughts, the impact of such force throwing him a few feet backwards. He dug his feet into the floor, a high-pitched screech coming from his shoes as the rubber burned against the pavement. With his sleeve, Goo wiped his cheek, seeing a speck of blood staining his clothes. Goo chuckled, standing up straight with a grin, “If I can remember right, you told me you got Eli Jang in trouble for basically the same thing. What was her name again? Heather?”

Goo blocked the upcoming attack, his pole raised and crossed above his face. He pushed Gun back with an effortless swing of the pole. He tilted his head and scratched the back of his head with his free hand. “How is [Name] any different from Heather? What does she have on you?”

Gun twisted his neck gently until he heard a crack, looking back at Goo as he hissed with venom, “Nothing.”

“Let me think, let me think….” Goo hummed, racking his mind for any possibility that someone like Gun would stay with a woman longer than one night. His face lit up and he broke out into a wide grin, pointing a finger at Gun. “Aha! You got the poor girl knocked up, right?! See, I always tell you to wear protection! Just couldn’t keep it in your pants, hm? Shaaame.” 

“Ugh, fuck no. I don’t want kids and neither does she. We made that clear at the beginning," Gun said with a sneer, annoyed beyond comprehension at Goo's antics. 

“Awe, I really thought she held something over you. How about this: I’ll stop fighting you if you tell me why you’re still with such a pretty girl like [Name]? Deal?" Goo offered, slinging the pole onto his shoulder. His eyes darkened as he spat maliciously, knowing each word would wind and rile Gun's emotions. "She deserves better than a perverted gangster, you both know that.”

Gun stayed silent, the corners of his lips tugging down into a frown. Goo’s last words struck a chord in him, sending a pang through his heart upon hearing an insecurity he’ll never admit to. Of course. Everyone told you to stay away from a man like Gun. People kept telling you you will only get hurt in the end, that a better man will come along and sweep you off your feet if you just waited, or you could always do better than him. But you never listened. You stayed by his side, even when the whole world looked down on you two. Even for months, he tried convincing himself he felt nothing for you, but after a while, he finally accepted that someone managed to tear down his walls and enter his hollow, cold heart — you. 

You were just a different kind of girl - no- a different kind of woman. A special woman he had the pleasure of meeting. One he wouldn’t dare let go of now that he has the privilege of calling you ‘mine’. And by any god out there, he won’t be a stupid fool to lose you.

Gun sighed. “I tell you and you’ll put this stupid fight behind us, right?”

Goo placed a hand over his chest, replying shortly, “You have my word.~”

“[Name] is just that special person you meet once in your life. One you know you can’t let go of because there isn’t another like her. Simple as that.”

“What?! Ugh, don’t be boring! Tell me more!”

“You asked why I  stayed with her and I told you.”

“Yeah, but I expected a story, not some sad attempt at an old man’s wise words.”

A low guttural sound rumbled in Gun’s throat, his eye twitching. “Maybe when I’m in a better mood I’ll tell you, but if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with my woman.”

Goo groaned and tossed his pole to the side, rolling his eyes and grumbling, "Fiiine, but you owe me a story. "

"Whatever—damnit," Gun looked at the clock once again and his face contorted into one of pure irate. "I'm late."

'8:12 PM'

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Your head rested on your hand, balancing a glass of wine between your fingers, twirling the cup as the liquid swished around. Your eyes were looking down on the glory of Gangdong, the shimmering, blinding lights of the city mesmerizing you. The city always looked beautiful at this time of night. You just wished you could enjoy it with the person you cherished. A sigh leaves your lips and you look away, eyes trailing to the other tables over the balcony. 

The lingering eyes of many strange men didn't faze you anymore, the two burly boys surrounding your table always making them avert their gaze as fast as it landed. A courtesy of your boyfriend, who was at least thirteen minutes late, who insisted on you needing to be guarded at all times. You knew if he were here, no one would dare to even breathe in your direction, let alone glance. 

The cool air pricked your skin and a shiver passed through your body, reminding you of where you were. For a man as smart as him, Gun tended to neglect keeping the season in mind when planning your dates. Nonetheless, you were happy he went out of his way to take you out on such a busy schedule. 

You jumped in your seat, snapping out of your thoughts. A jacket was wrapped around your frame, warmth immediately enveloping you as the fabric made contact with your bare skin. You looked up and smiled. 

Gun stood behind you, towering over your sitting form as he made sure you were nice and covered. His coat basically swallowed you whole. A small stuffed animal was tucked under his arm, it’s fluffy fur peeking out. He walked over to take his seat, pulling the chair out, and wasting no time to slip in. He waved to the guards and they nodded, beginning to clear the scene of people.

“Sorry I’m late, [Name],” Gun started, taking the stuffie out from underneath his arm and presenting it to you. Oh, how adorable. "I brought you a gift as an apology."

A small brown otter sat in his palms, barely taking up Gun's hands. It’s beady, plastic eyes looked straight at you, a little smile stitched onto its snout. A snort left you. The sight of such a well-dressed, intimidating man carrying such an adorable toy was  amusing. "Really now? Just a cute toy, Gun?"

Gun sighed and sat up a bit from his chair, leaning over the table, and cupping your face as he planted a gentle kiss on your cheek. As quick as it started, Gun's lips left and he was seated once again. You pout. "Don't give me that look, [Name]. We can do more at home if you want but not here."

"It's not wrong to be disappointed in no kiss on the mouth after not seeing your boyfriend for such a long time. Don't you think I deserve it?"

Gun smirked, placing his shades on the table and taking your hand, intertwining your fingers together. He gave a light squeeze and you didn't miss a beat as you squeezed his coarse hand back. The way you pursed your lips and looked at him with such glossy, innocent eyes made his heart swell. With such a pretty, cute face, it was hard to say no to you. "Hmm, maybe. But Olly told me you crossed paths with Hostel A." Gun spoke, slipping his hands from yours and picking up his dinnerware, quickly cutting the savory meat into pieces. He didn't hesitate to put a piece up to your mouth, a hand underneath so as to not have the juice leak. "I was told you nearly broke the Uncles' bones and Big Daddy himself."

Your face scrunched up and you scoffed, shaking your head. You placed the stuffed animal to the side, petting it. "Figured those assholes wouldn’t tell you everything. The ‘uncles’ wouldn’t leave me alone and I thought Olly was another one of those bastards,” you snap, sitting back in your seat with a scowl. “How was I supposed to know he was trying to help when he dresses like that? I thought he was trying to assault me for God’s sake!”

Gun placed down his fork on his plate and his face twisted into one of fury, eyes turning cold and rigid as all the warmth disappeared whilst his lips curled back into a nasty frown. You almost thought his infamous scowl was directed towards you, but you knew better. You dear boyfriend wouldn't dare lay a single finger on you if it didn't bring you pleasure. "They what?" 

You smiled softly, placing your hand over his as it clenched into a fist. With your small attempt at trying to soothe him by rubbing small circles, you spoke with a bit of hesitation, "Ah, yeah. They kept trying to get my number and wouldn't let me leave the booth I was in. I had no other choice than to use the training you taught me. Since I never met Olly, I really thought he was just another one of them and I reacted before thinking, making me attack him too."

Gun scoffed, shaking his head as he listened to your explanation with disbelief, every word fueling his rage of someone daring to hit on his woman. Every fiber in Gun's body screamed, wanting to feel their skin underneath his fists as he pounded them into oblivion. But the only thing stopping him was his date with you. For now, he'll put his anger aside to be with you and keep you happy. Who knows how long he'll be gone and when he'll see you again. The man has to make every second count. 

Yet, he couldn’t let this go unpunished.

"Fuck." Gun leans closer to you and sits on the edge of his chair. Placing his hand over yours, he slips his fingers to grasp your palm, and lifts your hand to his lips, pressing tender kisses against your knuckles. His thumb grazing softly across your fingers and his eyes flutter shut. You couldn't help but stare in awe, never quite seeing him like this.

So careful with you, so gentle, you were surprised he wasn't seething in his seat and threatening to break their heads open. Gun opens his eyes and looks up at you, shaking in his seat. “I promise I’ll have those fuckers begging on their knees for your forgiveness. They should know better than to treat a woman with such rudeness and disrespect. Shit, I’ll go right now. I’ll beat them till-”

Your sweet laugh reaches his ears, cutting him off from his little speech. You lean in and pull in his hand to your lips, pressing a tender peck to his coarse knuckles. Gun felt his heart race and skip a beat at the sight, shock crossing his features. You look up, looking at your boyfriend with mirthful eyes. “As much fun as that sounds, I'd rather you stay here. Please? I want to spend as much time with you before you go back to work.”

The man stayed silent for a few seconds, taking in your words. He looked away, clicking his tongue before he broke out into a small smile, a blush blooming across his cheeks and the tip of his ears burning a bright red. “Of course, [Name]. Though, you could’ve just said you like spending time with me.”

Giggling, you lower your hands and shake your head. “Gun, of course I like spending time with you. You’re my favorite person and I love you after all.” Your voice said those three words with such fondness, it’s as if the man was in a dream. 

If your words from before didn’t send Gun over the edge, your proclamation of love surely did now. He looked down, grinning like an idiot, showing a soft, bashful side he’s never revealed to anyone before. He swore his heart would jump out of his throat from how fast it was pounding against his ribcage. Gun grasped your hand tightly and sighed blissfully, Gently, he spoke, gazing at you with loving eyes, “I love you too.”

You smiled.

The tension in the air grew to be too much and both of you found it unbearable, wanting to do what both of you have been waiting for for weeks.

Both of you sat up and leaned over the table, closing the gap between you two as your lips interlocked, slipping together like if you were made for eachother. The kiss sparked and fed the fire both of you held in your hearts, burning brighter with every moment you spent at one another’s side. Gun couldn’t help but smile against your mouth.

As much as he hated being apart from you for so long, moments like these made the long hours worth it. If working so much meant he could provide for you, then he wouldn't mind doing it for the rest of his life if you had a roof over your head and a nice, warm meal at night.

Afterall, you were his woman.

And he loved you.

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©𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊 || 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 || 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 .

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EUPHORIA - Chapter 24

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: He’s Dean Winchester, owner of a shady night club. She’s a journalist who has been asked to write an article to expose the indecency and debauchery that’s going on behind closed doors. But he’s also Dean Winchester, the boy who sat next to her in class. The boy who was too cocky for his own good.

Chapter Warning: NSFW, flangst

WC: 2824

A/N: This chapter fills my ‘voice kink’ square for @spnkinkbingo.

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He’s pissed and overly grumpy. It’s too fucking early to be dealing with bullshit. But he’s also grumpy because he had to see Y/N off.

Walking around the corner, Cas’ notices him and nods. 

“Again?” Dean asks, sees them washing down the red paint. It looks bloody and it smells awful. It almost made him nauseous.

“Yeah,” Cas sighs, “It’s nothing I couldn’t deal with, so I didn’t feel the need to call you.”

“That’s okay,” Dean crosses his arms over his chest, watches the paint come off the walls before he turns to Cas, “Security footage?”

“We got it,” Cas says, but he doesn’t look happy about it so Dean already knows that it’s probably not even worth mentioning, “The guy wore a Vendetta mask and was dressed in black.”

“Great,” Dean breathes out, his hand goes up to rub at his forehead. There’s a puddle of paint running down the pavement towards him, and he takes a step to the side.

It’s moments like these that Dean wants to give up completely. That he wants to just sell the whole fucking thing and go do something else, being a fucking accountant for the firm Sam’s working in or just something that’s less stressful. Somewhere where he has to deal with less hate, maybe. Less jealousy. 

He places a hand on Cas’ shoulder, “You go home and get some shut eye. I’ll see you for the briefing later,” 

“‘K,” Cas answers and turns to walk away. Looking back, he calls out to Dean, “Balth is waiting in your office!”

Dean groans and rolls his eyes at that.

Apparently, he can’t catch a fucking break around here.

*

Dean walks into his office and sees Balthazar sitting on the couch. The man’s busy working on his laptop. A scent of coffee lingers in the air. He must have brought a cup with him because Dean doesn’t have a coffee machine in his office. What he has, though, is a fucking bar and he wonders if it would be too soon to pour himself a couple of fingers? It’s probably five o’clock somewhere , right? 

Even though his mouth waters at the thought of the burning liquid filling his throat and clouding his head, Dean abandons the thought quite quickly. She doesn’t like him to drink. It has a lot to do with how she grew up and Dean respects that, has toned it down since Y/N came back into his life, and he wants to keep that up.

“Balth,” Dean greets the man and walks over to his desk, sits down with a loud grunt, “What can I do for you?”

“How’s your hand?”

“Good.” Dean nods and holds it up, takes a look at it himself.

It’s bandaged. Y/N was telling him that he should let her do it or she’ll get angry at him. He smirks at the memory. He would have loved to say that she could get mad all she wants, because he likes how cute she looks when she’s mad, but he thinks that would have been a bad move on his part, so he just held still while she sat on his lap and bandaged his hand. The lap sitting was a deal he negotiated because he said that he wouldn’t let her if she wouldn’t sit on his lap. She rolled her eyes but sat down and it’s crazy how his lap was made for her to sit on.

Balthazar clears his throat before he closes his laptop, and Dean is catapulted back to reality. Back to an annoying work day. He thinks maybe he should take a break, ask her if she’s game to go on a road trip. Just the two of them, driving where the road takes them with no clear destination. Dean doesn’t think he needs one with her.

“I’ve stayed with Cole after you left.” Balthazar says while he places his laptop back into its bag.

“And?” Dean frowns.

“He won’t press charges,”

Dean snorts, “Yeah, because we have the upper hand.”

It’s no surprise. Dean knew that he wouldn’t. If he would, he’d see his ass in jail and Dean doubts that Cole would survive a day in there. All Dean wanted was to make a statement and he thinks that he was pretty clear about what the statement entailed.

“Still, you should be more careful with breaking bones.” Balthazar gets up from the couch and walks over to the chair across from Dean. He doesn’t sit down, though, only braces his hands on it, leaning in a little.

“He was touching what’s fucking mine, Balth. What do you want me to do?” Dean shouts out and immediately regrets his outburst because it hurt his own ears. He pinches the bridge of his nose. It’s too fucking early. 

When Dean calms down a little, he asks, “So, you had your eyes on him? He wasn’t anywhere near the club?”

“Nope, I drove him to the ER and he underwent surgery to correct his fucking jaw that you broke. He’ll stay there for the next two days, at least.”

“Good,” Dean nods. It’s not exactly good when it comes to the club, though, because Cole’s out of the picture, “Can you get more people on board? I want someone watching the club after closing. It’s a tiny window of time, three, maybe four hours.”

Balthazar nods, “I can do that.”

*

After Balthazar left, Dean decided to start up his computer since he hasn’t checked his emails for a couple of days now. He deliberately doesn’t have his work emails on his phone. It’s his private property and he made it clear from the beginning that he’s separating work and private life.

Dean clicks through the emails. There are some new member sign ups that he needs to go through. Some harmless threats which he usually bins right away. But then there are some mails that are more worrying as well.

He clicks on the first one with the title I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST NIGHT . The email opens up to pictures of the altercation in front of Y/N’s office building. Dean can see that it was shot from across the street. Maybe from a parked car. He immediately forwards the pictures to Balthazar. 

There are more emails. Without pictures though, just words. Hurtful ones. 

  I WILL TAKE YOU AND YOUR CLUB DOWN

  YOU ARE A FUCKING DISGUSTING HUMAN BEING

  SHAME ON YOU

  YOUR CLUB WILL BE CLOSED. MARK MY WORDS

  It’s really nothing new. He gets those threats quite a lot and he always makes sure to block the sender but they keep making new email accounts and so he’ll keep deleting and blocking them. Dean can’t win in this, but neither can they, so at least there’s that.

*

Later in the day, while Dean’s briefing his employees, his phone vibrates in his pocket. He fishes it out, thinks it’s Balthazar calling him about new developments. The man had called earlier already, only to suggest for Dean to get a fucking bodyguard but Dean really doesn’t know about that. He just thinks it’s a waste of money. Only when Balth mentioned that Y/N’s safety might be in danger too, does Dean at least agree to consider it.

Dean stops his speech to look at the caller ID, has to suppress his smirk while he holds up his index finger, “I gotta take this one, Cas?” 

“Yeah,” The other man jumps in, grins himself because he knows, and Dean actually wants to wipe that smile from Cas’ face but he gotta hurry if he wants to take it before she hangs up on him.

Dean turns around, picks it up, smiles like an idiot because apparently, he lost the ability to control his fucking face, “Hey,” Dean walks up the stairs and disappears into the VIP room for some privacy.

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting? You must be busy.” 

It sounds like she’s pouting, Dean bites back a chuckle, “No, it’s okay, you never interrupt. How’s the workshop going?”

He tries to sound cheerful, doesn’t want to tell her about the things that happened yet. There’s no need for her to worry, really. 

“Ugh, boring,” Y/N sighs, and adds, “I have a short break before I have to go for the mandatory dinner.”

Dean flips his wrist, sees that it’s past 5pm. He grins, “You wanna spice things up at the dinner?”

“Dean,”

“What?” He chuckles.

“Well,” Her voice is almost whiny as she considers his words, “Yeah?”

“That’s my girl,” Dean smiles, “Jesus, I’m getting all excited myself.”

Cas appears in the room and Dean nods at him, “Baby, I gotta go, I need to finish something here,”

“Okay,” It sounds like she’s pouting and god, Dean feels bad for making her feel like he doesn’t have time for her or that he doesn’t care when all he’s doing is to make fucking time. But he guesses she’ll understand once they see each other. 

“Wear it and let me know when you’re going to dinner, alright?”

“Yeah,” She sighs, “Miss you.” 

Dean sighs, closes his eyes briefly, his heart flutters at those words. He smiles at the feeling, “I miss you, too.”

Y/N runs up to her room right after dinner, keys in her hand and leans back against the closed door as soon as she’s inside. She’s dripping wet from that vibe but she didn’t come yet. She doesn’t know how Dean does it but he always managed to stop when she’s about to come, making her whine out audibly once, and when Charlie, her friend from college who sat next to her asked what was wrong, she just said that she liked the food very much. 

God, it was so embarrassing!

She thinks about calling him but he’s probably busy working as it���s already past 10pm and the club is at its peak right about now. 

Taking off her shoes, she walks to the bathroom to clean her face and she brushes her teeth,  walking out into the bedroom shortly after. She quickly gets out of her dress and slips out of her panties that are completely soaked. 

The device is still inside of her and clear enough, it starts to buzz again, making her shriek out. She swears if he won’t let her come again—

—her phone rings.

Letting herself fall onto the bed, still in only her bra and nothing else — except for the vibrator in her pussy — she grabs at her clutch that she left there before she walked to the bathroom. 

  Dean.

  The vibrator still buzzes lightly inside of her and she picks up, has to gnaw on her bottom lip to suppress the moan.

“You are the worst!” It blurts out of her as soon as she swipes her thumb across the screen.

“Wait, what?” He’s laughing loudly.

“Yeah,” She pouts and moves up the bed, rests her back against the headboard while she spreads her legs and enjoys the buzzing between her thighs, “You turn me on and then you stop, and I was so close to coming.”

“Awe, poor baby,” Dean says in his mumbling voice and it sounds so fucking sexy, “Are you still turned on?”

“Yeah,” She mutters under her breath, “Please, you have to let me come.” 

“I don’t know,” He chuckles, “Have you been good, Y/N?”

Oh my god , he’s pulling that card, isn’t he? 

“I have. Please?” She nods and whines, teeth sinking into her bottom lip when she feels the buzzing getting stronger, moaning out shamelessly. 

“Christ, you sound so fucking sexy,” 

She can hear him growl on the other end. 

“No, you do,” There’s another increase of vibration and god, it makes her arch her back, as a shrieking sound rolls off her tongue. 

“I do? I don’t think so, sweetheart. I’m getting hard just hearing you moan.”

“It— ah— it’s your v—voice, Dean.”

“My voice? What’s with my voice, baby?” 

And it’s like he’s taunting her because it rolls deep, smooth like fucking honey and it feels like he’s wrapping her up in the warm sound. He increases the vibrations, and she didn’t know it could go further up but it does. One of her hands goes to her tit, kneads at it while she has a tight grip around her phone with the other. 

“Ah— it’s.. Fuck— it’s so deep and gravelly and oh god— it’s sexy,” 

“Yeah?” He chuckles, “Bet you’re so wet, ain’tcha, baby? You always are so wet for me. It’s the fucking best thing. Especially when you gush and come around my cock, Jesus—”

His breathing is ragged, he’s turned on too. 

Good , she thinks. At least she’s not the only one. 

“My panties were soaked. I took them off and now I’m on my bed in only my bra,” She manages to say, tongue darts out to wet her lips, “Wish you were here.” 

“I wish I was there too. Wish I could kiss you. I’d be right between your thighs right now, eating you out like you’re the sweetest thing, because you fucking are,” It comes out a little strained, “Does me telling you these thing turn you on, huh?”

“Yeah,” She chokes out a moan, “You could read me the goddamn phone book and it would turn me on, Dean.”

“Christ, I’m just imagining you right now, all spread out and wet,” There’s a low growl before he speaks again, “Can you do me a favor, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” 

“Use your words, sweetheart,” His voice is more stern. Doesn’t make it less sexy, though.

“Yes,” 

“Good girl,” 

God the praise . Y/N has to press her thighs together, already so fucking close. 

Dean goes on, “Take off your bra for me, baby. Take your thumb and forefinger, give them a firm tug for me, bet your nipples are sensitive, huh? I wanna hear you.”

She sits up to unclasp her bra before she throws it carelessly into the room. Leaning back again, her right hand goes to her left nipple, tugs hard and moans out in pained pleasure. 

“Good girl,” He coos, “Such a fucking good girl,” 

The vibration increases again and she thinks that’s the maximum it can go. Hopes it is, because she’s right there, dancing dangerously on the edge.

“Dean, please, I’m—”

“—I got you, baby,” He breathes out a soft chuckle, “Come, you can come, now. Come for me, okay? I wanna hear you come for me.” His whispering low, and the words paired with his voice, plus the added buzzing in her cunt was enough to tip her over.

Oh god. His voice is really out of his world. She comes with a squeal. His name rolls off her tongue as she squeezes her eyes shut and her legs start to tremble. Her hips buck up and she doubles over and has to roll herself into a fetal position on the bed.

There’s a ringing in her ear from the orgasm and she feels the vibration getting softer until it’s completely gone. Dean’s voice is faint in her ear through the phone.

Good girl. My fucking good girl.

She swallows hard, her eyes are still closed. When Y/N comes back to her senses, she starts to giggle and then she hears it. The knock at her door. 

“What’s so funny?” Dean asks as she sits up straight, startled from the knocking.

“Oh my god, someone just knocked at my door.” She says, her heart’s still pounding fast.

“Go on, open it.” 

“No, who would knock at this time of night? I’m sure they just have the wrong room.” She doesn’t know if she’s trying to talk to him or talk herself out of her anxiety of the realization that someone came knocking at her door late at night.

“Maybe it’s room service?” 

“Dean, I just came from dinner, I didn’t order anything!”

“Jesus Christ, I didn’t think it would be this hard!” Dean growls and she might be hearing things because she hears the deep growl outside of her door? He sighs then, “Baby, I really think you should open up.”

“Oh my god, you didn’t... Dean, no.” She scrambles off the bed, and somehow she doesn’t even care if she’s fucking naked. 

“Dean, yes!” He chuckles lightly, “Come on, I’m standing in the hallway with a visible boner and I think if someone sees it, they’ll call the cops.”

She hangs up and drops the phone onto the bed as she makes her way to the door, opens it up wide to see Dean smiling at her.

Chapter 25

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i'm a sucker for shouji romance so I'm choosing the cheesiest ones, how about 25 or 28 for Shinran? You can do both if you feel like it

Aaand I’ll do both.✌🏼Thank you for the request, Anon! Hope this gives you some shoujo romance feels~

25. Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain. 28. One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss. (2,024 words)

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Most people associate rain with melancholy or despair or some negative emotion, but Ran doesn’t.

Rain makes her happy. Every pitter-patter is a replay of the splashing puddles and excited footfalls as they played barefoot in the Kudou mansion yard. She got a cold because of that, but that didn’t stop them, being the reckless children that they were, for immediately after she recovered he invited her to play outside again and they did, and it was fun.

Every umbrella is a reminder of the navy blue one he offered back in junior high, because she forgot hers and it was pouring hard and she needed to meet with her mother soon. She wouldn’t have taken it had she known he didn’t have an extra, but he’s more stubborn than she was, so she decided she’d just make up for it by promising a win in her first amateur karate match, the one he was always rooting her for. She didn’t win, and it was sad, but then the same umbrella shielded her from the heavy downpour as she slumped by the gym steps, sobs obscured by thunders, and he held it for her despite getting soaked himself.

“I got this earlier,” he revealed a packet of chocolate from his bag. He didn’t really like sweets, but his secret admirers always kept them coming.

“They insisted so I took it.” He ripped the wrapper with his teeth and free hand, then gave it to her, “You like this flavor right?”

“But that’s for you.”

“Yes, and I decide what I want to do with it. I’m giving it to you.”

“But...I still owe you...”

“You don’t owe me anything, Ran. Now wipe your nose, your snot is showing.”

“Mou, Shinichi!”

For years, in the rain, his presence always lingers, as if he’s obliged himself to be with her in those moments, making sure she always has an umbrella. Every droplet is a witness to their friendship that blossomed and flourished into how they are now, and how they shall be. That’s why she cannot hate rain. Because rain means having him around.

Somewhere along the random, sometimes heartfelt conversations they share in their established waiting shed a block away from school, or under the tree by the Beika bridge or the one near their favorite ramen place, all stored in her heart, unforgotten;

Somewhere along the moments where she inadvertently begins memorizing his breathing patterns whenever they run for their lives making futile attempts to remain dry despite raging showers, and they laugh it away, and she loves his laugh, so raw, and real, and she’s happier when she knows she’s the cause of it;

Somewhere along experiencing those littlest things with him, apart from the big things, the comfort, the care, the company;

She realizes she has fallen.

Deep.

What happens when your childhood friend is no longer just your childhood friend?

She doesn’t know.

“Okita-san confessed to me this morning,” she mentions in passing while they dry themselves under the nearest waiting shed they can find, the sudden burst of rain not preparing them, yet again, for another mad dash from the school gate to there.

“Oh.” There is silence, save for the pattering of rain and screeching tires of passing cars. “What did you say?”

“I...don’t know.”

“Heh. What a funny reply to a confession.”

“No, silly!” she says, sucker punching his bicep. “You know I didn’t literally say that.”

He breathes a laugh.

“But, isn’t it nice? That he likes you?”

She smiles, a little forced, and he probably notices, so she gazes far into the sky, watches the rain fall instead.

“I know I might have said that he’s kind, and cute, and the whole school knows it, even him, but I guess... he’s not really the one I’m looking for.”

“Mmm,” he wrings his sleeve, water oozing out, and there’s silence again.

“Who exactly are you looking for?”

She looks at him subtly so he won’t notice.

“Honestly, I wonder.”

Someone who will play with me in the rain and wipe my tears away.

A car runs over a puddle, splattering mud all over Shinichi’s uniform. Ran laughs while Shinichi scoffs.

“Hah! You look pathetic, Shinichi!”

“Very funny,” he pouts, flicking the patches of dirt ruining his sacred white shirt.

“You even have on your... on your face!”

Rejoices when I’m happy, mourns with me when I’m sad.

Still laughing nonstop, she spontaneously wipes with a soaked handkerchief some of the mud that got to the corner of his eyes, cheek, corner of lips.

Someone I’m comfortable being with, in any given circumstance.

Her laughter tapers off into an awkward cough and silence, realizing what she’s doing, touching his face. But her hand doesn’t stop its innocent exploration, as her thumb extends beyond the handkerchief to the plump of his lips, directly feeling his softness, his moistness, and god what is she really doing?

Shinichi doesn’t speak, and instead stares at her, astonished expression in his eyes, but shifts into a calmer, more tender one.

He grips her hand on his face gently, like he has waited for this for a long time.

“Ran?”

She takes a step closer; so does he.

She stares at his lips; so does he.

But then some people arrive at the waiting shed, and Ran backs away, and Shinichi shoves his hands in his pockets.

The rain still falls, but the wind changes its course.

What happens when your childhood friend is no longer just your childhood friend,

and he probably thinks the same?

.

.

Most people associate rain with relief or happiness or some positive emotion, but Shinichi doesn’t.

When it rains, Shinichi thinks of her tears from that day. They were in second grade when he saw her in the playground, sitting alone on the swing under a heavy drizzle without an umbrella. Anyone would think she’s crazy, but not him, as he approached her and found out her mom left their house. The closest female influence in her life leaving home hurt more than whatever sickness she’d get from the rain, and he understood that so he let her cry.

The rain reminds him of her crestfallen face after losing her first karate match. That’s one thing they had in common - they hate losing - and he understood how that must’ve affected her so he let her cry, but made sure he’d make her smile afterwards. The chocolate bar helped.

When it rains, he thinks she’s somewhere out there, sad. He hates it, especially when he has already witnessed the beauty in her smile the first time they played in his yard under the pouring rain. He likes her smile a lot, and he’ll do all he can just to see her smile, every single day.

“Okita-kun confessed to me this morning,” she said a week ago, and he couldn’t get it out of his mind. In their random conversations, she did mention she liked him, twice. And it’s great, he believes, for it’d be a reason for her to cry a little less if he liked her back, too.

Great, really, she should say yes.

“...he’s not really the one I’m looking for.”

Yet that answer made him sigh and praise all angels above.

“Honestly, I wonder.”

Yet that reply made him hope that she stop wondering, and just look at who’s near her. Beside her.

“You even have on your...on your face!”

Yet her radiant laugh did nothing but strengthen his yearning so much, made him want to be the only one who can make her laugh like this, because she’s beautiful, and he liked her smile. A lot.

Her fingertips graced his cheek, brushed his face, stroked his lips, and that made his heart want to explode into million tiny pieces.

“Shinichi?”

He liked the way she said his name, even though she wasn’t smiling and her tone was serious.

He liked how she stepped closer first,

and he liked how she didn’t mind him following suit.

But then some people arrived at the waiting shed, and Ran backed away, and he shoved his hands in his pockets.

The rain still fell, but the wind changed its course.

And he wondered.

Somewhere along the waiting shed conversations, the crying and shoulder leaning sessions, the occasional, spontaneous dances and carefree laughters after willing her tears away under the rain...

Perhaps it’s more than just her smile that he liked, too.

What happens when your childhood friend is no longer just a childhood friend?

He didn’t know.

He wanted to know.

//

Shinichi hasn’t been listening to forecasts lately; he’s just deducing what the weather will be, and today, for the ninth time, he gets it wrong.

But they’re so used to this scenario, and they don’t hate it one bit, he knows because lately instead of tears he sees smiles from her most of the time as they run on puddles intentionally and sprint short distances without anymore covering their heads with their bags because who cares?, and man does that make him much happier, to see her this happy, with him.

Beautiful. She’s always beautiful when she smiles. Her pearly white teeth the bright clouds in a gray sky, the effective stop gap to all negative emotions he associates with the weather.

Somehow, that makes him want to touch her face like how she did a week ago, so he does.

“...and I laughed so hard because sensei heard Sonoko say that! I mean-...Shinichi?” She flushes, pauses her story.

“What? Keep talking,” he says, caressing her face as if it’s completely normal for him to do so.

“I can’t really talk much, with um, your...on my lips,” she mumbles, soft and shy, her cheeks turning red, the only red he can see amongst the paleness of the sky and pavement and really, it’s like she’s radiating her color everywhere.

He smiles gingerly. “I’m getting even for last week.”

“Last week, huh,” she says, disguising her nervousness with a chuckle.

“...Shinichi?”

"Yeah?”

“Is it..uh...weird…?”

“What is?”

“I don’t know…I’m...”

“It’s not,” he chuckles, too. “...Is it?”

If anything, this is the closest he’s gotten to comfort.

“N-no...I think, um...you’re right.” She blushes more. “It’s actually kinda...nice.”

He’s just repeating what she did last week.

But what she didn’t do…

What do you do when she’s no longer just a childhood friend?

You tell her.

“Ne. Ran.”

“Hm?”

“If I confess to you right now, will you say ‘I don’t know’?”

“Shin-Shinichi!” she flushes harder. He laughs.

“Ran?”

“Yes?”

“I’m really gonna do it.”

“...”

When she’s no longer just a childhood friend, you have to admit it to her soon.

“Ran, I...”

Somehow, this makes the most sense.

It’s not just her smile that he likes, but the fact that she’s the one wearing it. It’s not the rain that drowns him, but her eyes when they’re filled with tears, so when she isn’t crying he’s never really hated rain. He likes it now. So it has come to this.

“I’m in love with you.”

She gasps.

Don’t just tell her. Show her.

“Shinichi, I…”

He tilts her chin up; she lets him.

His face inches closer; hers does, too.

Seal your truth with a kiss.

Their lips touch.

Cold, damp, tastes like rain.

Brief, sweet, warms his heart.

Even the briefest second is eternity, but he wants thousands of eternities, so when they separate, he goes back again, tastes the rain on her lips - in her lips - again, and again, and she must have wanted thousands of eternities too because she has her hands on his chest now, clutching his shirt, no plans of letting go; nevermind the fact that they’re soaking wet and he needs to get home and be warm, because he is home and she’s his warmth.

And if she says it back,

They slowly let go, unmoving, stabilizing their breaths. They stare at each other, eyes glimmering not from tears but from light, a different light, because in that moment they’re childhood friends no longer.  

“I...I think I am, too.”

kiss her again.

He does.

.

.

.

#shinran #fanfic #kiss prompts #writing is ha r d #i'm sorry if this is too cheesy kagfds #i lost it when i switched to shinichi's POV lmao ya notice that?? #but i did intend to narrate this from both POVs #ahhh i scream i hope this is good enough for anon #thank you for reading!!

[hallowgracie]

Villain Story Excerpt: The Day He Disappeared

author’s note | Villain Story is a future project set in the Atomic-verse as a standalone and direct sequel to the events of Atomic Rebooted following a new protagonist, a girl called Laura who quickly finds herself in a precarious relationship with the new greatest threat to the city, Titanio. 

This is one of the flashbacks to Laura’s childhood—and one of the most important ones. Her childhood best friend, Nikola, disappeared under mysterious circumstances when they were both fourteen years old. This is Laura’s recollection of that night. 

I hope you’ll enjoy this little preview of the next project I’ll be working on when Crystal Magic is done!

content warning | implied kidnapping, gore, violence, and murder 

The night before Nikola went missing will always be imprinted into my mind. I could forget his face and his name before I’d forget that night. 

I remember the night air, hot and humid compared to the cold, arid chambers of first the movie theater and then the monorail we’d just stepped off of.

By the suburbs, fireflies darted about, blinking their secret messages to one another and anybody who cared enough to listen. 

We were laughing, allegedly about the movie, the latest Eternal Seas film and what was supposed to be the last one. But that wasn’t really what we were laughing about. It was the kind of laughter you can only give when you’re with your favorite person in the whole world. It comes from the joy of being together, of just being in each other’s company. 

We were just strolling down the blocks of our neighborhood. Most parents wouldn’t let their fourteen-year-olds out late at night in our city—especially because Dr. Electra was still active at the time. Much less let us return whenever we wanted.

But my childhood wasn’t like that. You can have all sorts of adventures when you have a super-powerful best friend willing to follow you to the ends of the Earth. 

Because my parents and Nikola’s knew that he would do anything to protect me.

I don’t think any of us knew what ‘anything’ would entail, however. 

Not until that night. 

It was supposed to be another perfect night in our idyllic childhood. Another one to file away with video games in the treehouse, ice cream trucks, and daring each other off the high dive at the public pool.

Everything was like that—up until a car stopped behind us and a man in black stepped out. 

Nikola turned his back to me and stuck his hand out. The man went flying, skidding onto the pavement. There was blood on the road.

I screamed, my hands flew to my mouth—just as someone came up behind me and grabbed me, wrenching my arms behind my back. I cried out in pain, tears stinging my eyes. I kicked and screamed as more of them came out of the bushes, surrounding Nikola. 

I screamed louder, trying to get anybody to hear us, to help us, to save us.

But no one was coming.

Nikola must’ve realized that about when I did. Because that was when he showed his true power. 

He threw out his hands in wide, frantic arcs—and his power cut through them all, a scorching energy blade. It ended at the man holding me captive, cutting off his head. He crumpled to the ground, and I pulled away. 

But I couldn’t pull my eyes away from what Nikola had done.

I might’ve started crying there, if I hadn’t somehow been able to look him in his shell-shocked eyes. He needed me. 

Specifically, he needed me to be calm now, to be in control.

“Are you okay?” I think we ere both shaking, just standing there in the summer air. 

“Yeah.” His voice was a million miles away. “You?”

“I’m going to be okay.” I nodded. 

He looked over his shoulder all of a sudden—he must’ve heard something. 

A stray cat walked on past the abandoned car.

“Someone probably heard that—and if they see this, then—“ His green eyes darted about in a panic. “Then Atomic Energy will come and—“

“Well, then we’d better get out of here before someone finds out.” I grabbed his hand. “Come on!”

We’d never run faster in our entire lives. Not even when we raced in the park, or on the playground in elementary school. Not even when we were running late to a family dinner my mom was holding for some of my dad’s co-workers. 

Instead of going back to either of our houses, we hopped the perfect picket fence separating the backyard from the rest of the world.

By the time we heard sirens in the distance, we were safely in the treehouse.

It was only then that I became aware of the blood splatters on my tank top.

“I think if I wash this out, then we should be able to get away with this.” I plucked at the stained fabric, surprised at my own even tone. 

Nikola said nothing. He sat curled into a little ball, knees to his chest, rocking slowly as he looked off into the distance with those shell-shocked eyes. 

After a long silence, he looked up to me. The light still did not return in his eyes. 

“Do you think anyone saw us?”

“No.” I shook my head. “It’s nearly eleven, all the windows were dark.”

“I killed them.” His voice cracked. “Oh my god, I—“

“They were trying to hurt us, it was just self-defense, right?” I placed a hand on his arm. “It was just self-defense, no one would be mad at you if they knew.”

I paused. “And no one’s going to know. This can stay our secret.”

“Another one.” 

I shrugged. “One of many.”

He closed his eyes, burying his face in his knees. 

“You also saved my life.” My voice went soft, like falling snowflakes. “And I’m grateful.”

He looked back up at me. “I guess that makes it worth it.”

“And for what it’s worth, I thought it was a good night. Before those guys came.”

He managed a smile. “I should probably get you back home, then.”

I shook my head. “No, I want to make sure you get back safe.”

“It won’t be a problem.” He grinned, like everything was back to normal. “I can take care of myself.”

Like he hadn’t killed five men. 

Like everything wasn’t about to change. 

But I was stupid and I wanted to believe in him.

So I reluctantly nodded. “Fine. But only because you’re just hopping the fence next door.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Ashling.”

With that, we both went out of the treehouse and hopped back over the fence. I went inside, and looked back once, to make sure he was going in the right direction.

After all, it was just to the house next door.

Satisfied, I closed the door and ran upstairs. Mother had told me she wouldn’t stay up before she left, because she trusted Nikola would get me back home safe.

She was right about that.

But I wasn’t the one she needed to worry about all along. 

I remember washing out my tank top, switching into pajamas, how I passed into such a deep sleep, the rest of the night only felt like a second passed.

When I woke up the next morning, I’d gotten dressed and headed over to the Faradays’ house, rang the doorbell and everything.

Mrs. Faraday cracked open the door, with circles under her eyes and wearing her favorite old pink bathrobe. 

That’s when I knew, before she even put it to words.

“Nikola never made it home last night.”

#supervillain #enemies to lovers #childhood friends to lovers #superhero #Super powers #superpower #dystopia #scifi #science fiction #scifi fantasy #atomic-verse #atomicverse #villain story

[wolf-555-writer]

Target On My Back Part 6

You guys still sticking around? ;)

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow x Reader

Summary: Mission after mission goes by, and you’re getting used to working with Agent Romanoff. It feels familiar, as if you’ve done that your whole life, which is technically true. But another feeling gets in the way that you can’t seem to place and handle properly. Are you still able to do your job correctly? Or is it going to get you killed?

Word Count: 4,091

The raw sound of engines revving fills the street as cars accelerate for the green traffic light. Once the road had cleared up, the lively chatter of people sitting outside while having a coffee or a beer emerged again. In the center of the city, surrounded by towering buildings, a mother and her child walk in the opposite direction on the crowded pavement. The kid carefully looks your way, a curious expression on her face. You send her a warm smile in return and kindly receive one back. She must think you’re a lucky person. Concentrating on matching the speed of the woman carelessly strolling next to you. But someone stopping a taxi caught your attention instead, he brutally yanks on the door while muttering some nasty words and hops in. Probably in an undeniable hurry. However, that’s the least of your worries, because there is a more important person to aim your full focus on. Turning your head sideways to the one next to you, left arm around her, holding her close and your eyes meet with a pair of fiery green ones. Sparkling in the glorious sunlight, fixed on you and a lovely grin on her face.

Passing a fancy restaurant on the corner of the block, Natasha continues with the conversation. “So, you are telling me you've been keeping scores? On every SHIELD op?”, the redhead questions, amazed by your determination. “Wh- you haven't?”, you reply, eyebrow raised and sensing her hand slightly shifting over your leather jacket, waist-height. She laughs and reveals, “Well, just like we did in Russia”, and tilts her head to the side, peacefully resting it on your shoulder. You chuckle lightly and say, “Guess I haven’t changed that much then”. 

It was becoming a distraction. A burden. It’s good to learn what kind of person you were before - or still are? But it wasn’t necessary to know every tiny little detail of the past. What good will that do anyway. 

“For the record, mine was higher”, the redhead states with much confidence while she throws you a teasing look. Natasha probably knows. All those small, or huge details. About your parents- pretty sure that you must have had them, or that gruesome Red Room, or the million dollar question: what did Natasha mean to you?

“Don’t push it, Agent Romanoff”, you return with a smile and your eyes stay locked on her. Is she afraid to tell you all of it? Afraid what you’ll think about her, about the person she was - or still is? Everyone deserves a second chance, even her. No matter how messed up it all is. Because admit it. It is. Though, with every memory she tells, you’ll have to take her word for it. Trust that the ex-spy is telling the truth. Deeply, you stare into those hypnotizing green eyes. Do they tell the truth… Or are you a fool to trust that beautiful, innocent look which you’re slowly starting to drown in right now... 

“Having a good time, Agents?”

A voice interrupts. “We’ve got a cover to maintain Coulson”, Natasha answers quick, breaking eye contact with you which takes you straight back to reality. There’s no other choice, you’re forced to trust her. In the field, Agents need to have each other’s back. “I see you’re doing a good job with that”. “Don’t worry Phil, even when you don’t see it, I’m always looking over my shoulder”, you assure him quick-witted. Those words leaving a small, but proud, smile on Natasha's face as she shortly glanced at you. Both stopping on the sidewalk, you let go of her and Natasha turns her head to the left while stating: “I have eyes on target. Still in sight and has stopped on the pavement”, giving a status update to the Agent in charge of this operation. It’s just a cover, you know that, but there’s a tension, you can’t explain it. It has silently been there since the first time you saw her. The first time you laid eyes on her through the scope of a sniper rifle when ordered to take Black Widow out. But did not pull the trigger as an invisible force held you back. What’s this between us? Maybe emotions are stronger than memories... “Thanks. Keep the change”, you politely say to the street vendor, handing Natasha a warm drink that you bought in the meantime. For the sake of not raising suspicion and to blend in of course- well, and these missions make you damn thirsty. “Keep a safe distance until I give permission to engage”, Coulson firmly instructs over comms. Whereas you respond, “Confirmative”, and blow over the hot coffee to cool it down till drinking temperature.

“So… still not on speaking terms with Barton?”, Natasha asks, back turned towards the person you’re tailing and facing you with an intimidating stance. Keeping your eyes trained on the task, looking past her, you avoid the question and grunt. “Barton and I are fine, okay. Coulson, target is talking to what seems to be the buyer”. Not that she’ll believe your words. As much as you enjoy having Agent Romanoff in the field with you, obviously because of her remarkable skillset, it does get on your nerves that she’s right. It’s true, you are a bit mad at Barton. No, actually, you're pissed at him. He knows your shameful service record and previous occupation which you can’t even recall yourself. And the close friendship he has with Natasha, you can’t stand it. Reasonable? Hell yes. A bit jealous? ...No comment.

“Target is about to make the drop”, you affirm, focusing on the reason SHIELD’s here. Can’t get distracted by Natasha’s questions. Or by Natasha. “Remember, we need to catch the suspect red-handed. Stand by until the deal has taken place and are absolutely sure the illegal tech is there”. “Copy that, sir. We’ll make sure it doesn’t fall into the wrong hands”. Slowly nearing, Agent Romanoff continues, “Approaching target. Eyes on the tech, positive it’s inside the backpack, and ready to engage”. Eyeing Natasha to ensure she’s not acting too fast. Patience, Agent Romanoff. Patience is key with these operations. Noticing she moves her hand towards her lower back, underneath her jacket. Precisely where her Glock is. You want to stop her by enfolding your arm around her waist. However, your attention is shifted elsewhere, seeing a small, red laser dot appear on your colleague's chest. That can’t be good... Not long after the alarming discovery, no time to even warn her, a short, loud echoing sound is heard. People start to scream in fear and run away in random directions, frightened as hell. Can't blame them, because a shot had just been fired.

Luckily, you’d managed to pull Natasha down, arm thrown around her shoulder instead, causing the hot coffee to spill all over the concrete tiles. The bullet failed to hit her chest, yet you were too late to make it out unscathed. Immediately taking cover behind a parked car, she scoffs, “I had it under control okay!”. “Sure you did”, you reply with a low, breathy voice. Beating yourself up, how could you have missed that? Preoccupied with your cover? Apparently Natasha too, because she made the same mistake. You’re going to have to find a damn good lie to tell for the mission report afterwards. Later, you think and look at the scrape wound on your upper arm while Romanoff shoots back. “We’ve been made and are under fire”, you inform, slightly groaning from the burning sensation on your left arm. But the aching promptly faded away for your witty remark. “1 point for me, Romanoff”, you tease, sending her a quick wink. “Ha, you wish”, and she concentrates on aiming her weapon on a building across. Aimed at the attacker, who’s not so lucky. 

“Target is on the move”, Agent Romanoff reports to Coulson. Wait- Did she just take down that sniper? Real impressive.

“What happened?! Are you both unharmed?”

“You okay (Y/N)?”, Natasha asks caringly, using a completely different voice than she did seconds ago. “Oh no…”. Resting the back of your head against the cold metal of the car as you close your eyes in desperation. “What? What is it? Is it that bad?”. Also notice she used your first name again, probably out of old habit. Not a lot of people do, only the ones closest to you, like Barton or Coulson. To be honest, it was annoying in the beginning, what rights did she have to use your first name? Guess you now know what Agent Hill must have felt all the times you called her Maria. “There's a fucking hole in my favorite jacket!”. Natasha sighs, “Really?! But are you dying?”, clearly annoyed by your fashion crisis at the moment. “Now is not the time (Y/N)”. Anyways, it grew rather fast on you, probably the reason why you call her by a less professional name too - or also old habit? “Yeah, yeah, it’s just a scratch. I’m fine, Nat”, you answer and pick up the role as a competent SHIELD Agent again. “Coulson, there’s a sniper located on a building's rooftop across the street, East, and, well... already eliminated by Romanoff”.

That raises the question: Why didn't Natasha kill you? It doesn't add up. She is an expert marksman, proven seconds ago. So why did she ‘miss’, shooting you point-blank when ordered to take you out? And how the hell was Coulson able to find you that quick, severely injured in the snowy Russian Mountains? You were told that you had a phone with his number. But did you contact him? Were you even able to- Focus, your mind is wandering off. Save it for later. Better keep your head in the game, and your eyes on your fellow Agent.

“Nat? Wait, what the hell are you doing!”, you yell to the redhead as she sprinted away. “I’m going in pursuit!”. Is it even safe? Are there more snipers active? Questions that are unanswered and kind of important if you don't want to die in the line of duty. You grunt, can't wait any longer, and throw the coffee cup away. Never waste a delicious drink, that’s why it hurts so much to let it go. So painful. But Agent Romanoff is your responsibility in the field, so you accompany her in the chase, whether it’s dangerous or not. 

“Target still in sight,- Move! Get out of the way!”, Romanoff shouts while running past uninvolved bystanders on the pavement. Yelling multiple times in a row at the fugitive -with the valuable backpack- to stop when you start to get out of breath. Why can’t they just listen for once. Although, the one you’re chasing is also getting worn out, because suddenly he decides to hijack a car, brutally yanking the driver out and jumping inside himself. Now what? You can’t possibly manage to keep up on foot. 

“I got an idea”, you suggest to Romanoff who has a deadly angry expression right now, it’s kind of frightening. But this will definitely work. Flashing your fancy badge to a stranger as you intimidatingly state, “Agents of SHIELD, we need to commandeer this vehicle. Now”. No time to waste, and to wait for an answer apparently, you hop on the motorcycle, Agent Romanoff seated behind you. You pop the kickstand and speed away, leaving a trail of smoke behind. “We'll give it back, right”. “Yeah he'll get it back”.  

The current situation makes you nostalgic, thinking about that time you were chasing Black Widow. “I know you enjoyed it”, Natasha implies, as if she can read your mind, but pretend you couldn't hear her. For obvious reasons you won’t admit it. Not to even speak of the daydreams you had. Nearing the stolen vehicle, you quickly glance in the side mirror and notice someone on your tail, approaching fast.

“We have to stop that car. Any ideas Nat?”. “Figure something out, I'm kinda busy at the moment!”, she shouts back. “Wh- and I am not?”. Trying your best to keep up with the suspect who’s driving pretty reckless, evade traffic on the busy road and dodge bullets. Yes, bullets, again. Those people on your tail certainly didn't forget their guns and are shooting in your direction. Perks of the job.

The glass of one side mirror is shattered to pieces. That was a close call… “Coulson, we really could use some backup!”, you request with an urgent tone. “Backup is on its way, hold tight”. Of course they’re late. Illegal-tech-guy was better prepared with his backup. In the meantime, Agent Romanoff is busy firing back. She’d turned her upper body around while still holding on to you to prevent her from falling off. But this is not working. She needs more firepower and a better aim. Natasha doesn’t need to think twice and grabs your gun tucked in the back of your jeans. With two guns, each in one hand, she smoothly maneuvers in between you and the motorcycle you’re driving. She’d wrapped herself around you, sensing her thighs tightly locked round your waist and her upper body pressed against yours, arms stretched out alongside you. Now having perfect aim she shoots back. Benefit of her current position is that you are acting as her human shield, leaving you in the crossfire, as if there's a huge target on your back. Not sure if you are aware of that yourself though.

Damn... Is it getting hot in here or is it just me? Still able to look at the road ahead of you, but it’s getting harder to concentrate, and who's to blame... Your heart is beating faster and faster and breathing frequency is rising. But this is different than the adrenaline rush you’ve become oh-so addicted to and know how to control. A car honking loudly snaps you out of your absent-minded gaze and you sharply turn to the right, sadly losing the other side mirror too. That could have ended differently... Like, literally on the hood of that vehicle. These distractions are no good when on the job. You can't let that happen anymore. Forget about Romanoff. Forget about your emotions. Be a true SHIELD Agent for once. 

Both of the guns click, signaling they’re empty. All out of ammo, now useless. Swearing under her breath, Agent Romanoff has only managed to eliminate three out of four and decides to move herself back to her previous position. But not before you’d taken the opportunity to whisper in her ear: “Nice moves. Just don’t get too comfy”, which resulted in that signature grin on Natasha’s face. Still left with that bullet problem, you alert Romanoff, “Hold on tight okay”, and sense her arms gripping your waist with more force. Hitting the brakes full power and hearing the tires screech on the asphalt, you end up next to the last biker who’s caught off guard by your actions. Just what you needed. With a precise kick from your boot the driver loses control and crashes into a parked car. “See, problem solved”. “Pff, show-off”, Natasha reacts, yet secretly impressed by your stunt.

With the shooters gone, there’s only the original task left to complete. “Get me a little closer (Y/N). Perfect”. The bike positioned right next to the passenger side, Agent Romanoff breaks the car window with the butt of her empty gun - not so useless after all - and gets into position. Feeling the pressure of her hand on your shoulder, she pushes herself off and jumps inside the stolen vehicle smoothly, making it look as easy as hopping on a train. The sound of electricity crackling and Romanoff takes over the steering wheel, pushing the now unconscious target out of the way.

Safely coming to a halt at the side of the road, you noticed backup has arrived. Finally. Courtesy of SHIELD. Coulson gets out of the car and looks satisfied. “Good work, Agents”. “Thank you, sir. It’s all yours now”, you mention as you’ve done your part and totally crushed it. According to you that is. “Could really use a cup of coffee right now”, you utter to Romanoff, letting out a deep, hopeless sigh. “I’ll get you one on the way back, alright”, Natasha promises with a wink and a smile while walking towards a SHIELD SUV and places her hand on your arm. Her touch caused you to flinch and respond in a cold tone, “Okay”, leaving Natasha with a questionable expression due to your unusual, emotionless reaction. “Everything ok-”. “Come on Romanoff, let's go”. Preventing her to finish the sentence, you cut her off and hurry away, giving Natasha no other choice but to follow. Both left the scene when Coulson's expression suddenly changes, “Wait... whose motorcycle is this?”  

“You still owe me one though”. “Yeah, keep dreaming”, Natasha laughs, “And technically you owe me a bike too. So, let’s just call it even”. She flinches faintly due to the alcohol touching her wounds. Broken glass is unfortunately very sharp, which left a few cuts that needed some treatment back at SHIELD HQ after the short debriefing finished. Waiting next to her, not having spoken a word to her on the way back, she looks at you with a piercing gaze, trying to deduce what had gotten into you all of a sudden. Then decides to lift your jacket by moving it away from your shoulder. “Whoa, what are you doing? Stop”. “Shh- (Y/N), just- Have you been shot?”. “Oh this? Nah, it- it’s nothing”. You wave it away, acting tough as hell while definitely feeling the pain. Can’t show any emotions, right? The current expression on Natasha’s face can’t be argued with though, and it quietly made you go get that small metal piece removed from your arm.

Took your torn jacket off and had just sat down when Coulson entered the infirmary. “You lied to me”, he says. Confused, you answer, “Huh? Me?”, looking as if you’ve been caught red handed. “Yes, you”. Now standing in front of you, pointing his finger judgingly. “You said you were unharmed… Clearly not”. He sounds concerned, you being his responsibility. “Oh, no, I’m okay. It was not as bad as this one”, you joke, showing the scar of that particular shot wound on your chest. Yet Coulson is not laughing, which made that smile on your face fade away promptly. “Something wrong, Coulson?”. He inhales sharply. “We were lucky. Lucky we found you or else you wouldn’t be here...”. “Yeah. I’m aware”. You cheated death that day. Of course you’re forever grateful to him. But no need to be so dramatic, he already told you this, remember? 

Or is there more? 

“So, what’s the problem then?”. “It wasn’t all luck. But we’re not sure who helped. Who sent that message. Because we didn’t find the phone on you”. Meaning the burner phone SHIELD gave you to get in contact with your handler. Okay… that he didn’t tell before. Valid question. So, who would send Coulson your location? Better yet, who would have even known the location… Turning your head towards a certain redhead, the wounds she sustained from the successful mission earlier all cared for. She looks at you, sending you a soft smile. Then it hits you. Or you didn’t cheat death that day and it was all intentional. Bound to happen for you to survive. Together with Coulson’s next words, “Whoever that person was saved your life, just as that bullet missing your heart”.

After Coulson had calmed down, being a hundred percent sure that you’re not in a life threatening state anymore - which you weren’t in in the first place, but okay - he eventually leaves. Time to get some answers. All stitched up, you walk towards the person able to give them, hopefully. “Nat, we need to talk”. She looks at you with a worried face, but the tone in your voice is what sparked something. “Um, okay?”. Then Barton storms in. Perfect… “So, you'll be sticking around Romanoff?”, he questions, totally ignoring your presence there. Not that you care, ‘cause it’s kind of a mutual feeling. “Later”, you state to a confused Natasha and turn around to leave before she can properly react. “Yeah, I’ll be sticking around”, she answers Clint, meanwhile staring at you, “It’s pretty... interesting here”.

“There you are. Everything alright? You left in a hurry”. “Yeah, guess I’m alright”, you respond to Natasha who sounds troubled and turn to her. “...Finally”. “Oh. Well, then I’ll leave you to it”. She wants to go again, but you stop her. “Nat, wait”. You reach for her arm, “Stay. Please”. She stares at you for a second, shifting to her wrist with your hand on it and then at you again, trying to decipher what’s on your mind. What has been on your mind. Then decides to join you and both sit down on your favorite spot on the rooftop. It stays silent for a while, both staring at the calming horizon. Yet with a lot of pressing questions on your mind, Natasha is actually the one to break the silence. “Can I see it?”, she asks carefully. “Sure”. Unzipping the SHIELD jacket and moving the collar of your shirt a bit down when the scar appears. Natasha gazes at the damaged skin, speechless. Softly touching it, brushing her fingertips over the physical mark she left on you. She opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. She takes a piece of paper from her pocket and shows it instead. Eyes fixed on the picture, you recognize the people on it, but don’t remember. Both dressed in a uniform, possibly from your time at the KGB, standing next to Natasha - or Natalia - you see yourself looking at her in the photo. That look you have in your eyes… “It’s the only photo I had left of us. The only tangible memory of you. I didn’t want to- I couldn't erase you from my mind...”. Has Natasha carried this picture with her all that time? It must be of immense value to her. She continues, “There’s a lot I didn’t say that I wish I did”. Now gazing into her eyes you softly ask, “Like what?”. With an expression and tone in your voice as if you already know the answer to your own question. Because it all makes sense now. “I was taught to push it all away. Deep down. That it's a weakness”, she breaks eye contact and deflects the question. “I- I regret a lot of things…”, staring down, she takes a pause, eyes becoming slightly watery. A little hesitation at first, but eventually she speaks. Words that had remained unspoken her entire life, until now. Natasha inhales deeply, “... but loving you has never been one of them.”

“And...”, you wait till Natasha’s eyes lock with yours and gaze into her enchanting green ones, “did I love you too?”. Natasha chuckles lightly. “Well, what do you think?”. A small smile appears and you slowly move closer. Pretty confident about your thoughts. Or better yet your emotions, letting them all take over, no holding back. Softly pressing your lips on hers, you kiss her. A warmth ripples through you. It’s as if you’ve waited for this a long, long time, you can feel it. And Natasha feels it too. Hand on her cheek and hers on yours, you eventually pull back and whisper against her lips: “Does this answer it, Agent Romanoff?”.

There's that grin again. The one that’s been imprinted on your mind. The one you can’t get enough of. She’s about to respond, but not with words. Tracing your lips with her fingertips and tilting your chin towards her, as a familiar sound interrupts. “Seriously?! Can’t we ever get a break”, you grunt with clenched teeth. “Showtime. Gotta go to work”, your SHIELD partner states, whereas you answer a bit annoyed, “Yeah, yeah I know… save the world and all that”. You would have rather wished for this moment to go on, uninterrupted. But Agent Hill had to spoil all the fun. Well, guess you can’t have everything, right? Or do you finally have it?

Going inside the building, you think back to today's mission. “Still don’t know how they managed to expose us as Agents. We nailed that cover, didn’t we”. “Who said it was a cover…”, the redhead teases. “Wait- say what now?”. Natasha sends a quick wink your way and laughs,

“You heard me, Agent (Y/L/N)”

PART 7

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[dreamland96]

April 25, 2021 1:07 AM

TW: sexual assault, rape

I wish someone had believed me about that night.

I wish someone had realized that I wasn’t a regular level of drunk, I was excessively drunk. That I wasn’t able to walk or communicate properly. I wish someone had stopped me from getting into his car. I wish I didn’t have the memories of becoming still as I was being taken advantage of in the back of that car, feeling the pavement on my feet as I had walked back into that house barefoot. He drove off after using me up without even making sure I got back inside okay. As if he had cared.

I wish my friends had believed me. I wish I wasn’t crazy fucking Rina doing crazy fucking things and just being too far gone to even notice what was going on. I wish someone knew that I had just experienced the most traumatic memory of my life. I wish someone had fucking believed me instead of making me feel like I was exaggerating the truth. I wish everyone didn’t make me feel like I was only saying those things for attention. I wish everyone just knew I wasn’t fucking crazy.

I wish I was whiter, or skinnier, or able to look more like a damsel in distress so that someone would have cared that I was assaulted. Maybe it’s because I was just too “developed” to have my innocence taken away from me. Maybe it was because I wasn’t thin enough and in their minds I could have fought back. I wish someone had considered me precious back then. I wish someone had considered me worth saving. I wish I didn’t have to stumble back into that weed-reeking house and kiss another man that night to escape from the reality of what had happened to me 20 minutes prior. I wish I didn’t have to feel bruises on my thigh for a week after, that I didn’t have to see him another night that summer, that after that everyone had left for college while I was just a shell of the girl I had used to be. I wish a year later when he contacted me again, he didn’t fucking text me “What did I ever do to you” when I gave him attitude, so that it drove me even more mad, because I had wondered if I truly had made the whole thing up in my mind. 

It took me years to build myself back up to the place I am now. Sometimes all my accomplishments since then have all felt like a facade, just me drowning myself in hardwork and anything else so I could feel like less of a used tissue that I felt that night. I remember hanging with the same people a year later, and seeing him one last time, and jumping into a pool with my clothes on because he had put me in full panic mode. Oh god, I must have looked so desperately like I was just craving for attention. Crazy stupid fucking annoying Rina making everything about her all over again! God she’s such a fucking burden to be around all the fucking time. 

I wish that had been the last time I was assaulted. I wish it hadn’t happened a second time. I wish sexual harassment incidents had stopped that day. I wish that when I told my mom what had happened, she didn’t ask me why I had let myself get that drunk in the first place. I wish that I didn’t feel like I could not share this with other people who have went through sexual trauma because thier experiences were more “fucked up” than mine were. I wish my ex boyfriends had taken my trauma seriously and didn’t try to use it to sexually exploit me in other ways. I wish I hadn’t so adamantly blocked everything out of my head by claiming “I am a not a victim I am a survivor!” instead of allowing myself to process anything because it felt easier to just let myself believe what everyone else had: that I was fucking crazy and exaggerated the truth and made the whole thing up. 

No one cares when the annoying, loud girl gets raped. No one cares when the overtly sexual one who walks with her hips shaking gets raped. No one cares when the girl who used her curves to get sexual validation from men, because that was the only way she had ever felt love and acceptance in her life, gets raped. You expect it, or maybe, you think she might have even secretly liked it. It’s hard to feel bad for the one who seems like she’s just so desperately asking for it. 

I wish I wasn’t still triggered by that night. I wish it had all felt like a dirty nightmare. For quiet some time now, it has felt that way. I didn’t realize how deep these cuts were. I didn’t realize how much they have haunted my life.

I wish someone had cared. Oh, I wish someone had cared.

[moonxjoon]

How Can I Help You? | chapter 2

one | two

Pairing: HueningKai x barista!Reader

Rating: PG

Word Count: 2k

Synopsis: Working at the local cafe in town is normally a tiresome day job, until you meet a particularly fascinating young guy who frequents your shop more and more often than usual.

A/N: Isolation got me motivated to so some more writing, quite unfortunate this took so long :/ REQUESTS OPEN!

Your hectic and bustling day continued as per usual, and your captivation with the boy eventually migrated from your mind until it was closing time. You locked up and brought your interest back home to linger in a deep slumber. 

Just as you shut your eyes to let the dark blanket of night whisk you away to sleep, you were roused to your senses when an ear-piercing alarming jerked you awake. Immediately after you lifted your head from your pillow, your hand flew to your face to rub away the remnants of sleep from your eyes. It traveled to the back of your head and neck, which were now sore from shifting around too much whilst unconscious. 

You blinked a few times to adjust to the minimal amount of light that covered your room in a grey mist. Looking out your window, you saw the sky was clouded and a hazy overcast indicated it was beginning to snow. You groggily lifted yourself from the bed and as soon as your feet hit the frigid floorboards, the thought of skipping work and going back to bed seemed like the best idea in the world. 

Better judgement took over and you forced yourself to make your way to the bathroom. The steam that filled the small room once you started the shower made you feel a little better; a hot shower would relieve your tense muscles and hopefully make your day go by a tad smoother. 

Just as you stepped out of the tub to wrap a towel around yourself, you were further awakened by a loud knocking at the door.

“Y/N! Did you fall asleep in there or something?? I have to get ready too, y’know!” Your roommate, Lia, shouted from the other side of the door.

Nearly slipping on the unsecured floor mat, you moaned and swung the door open, letting a gust of steam spill out into the hall before you. You looked at her in exasperation, your lips unconsciously twisting into a scowl. For the life of you, you could never pinpoint how your roommate always seemed to get up every morning looking like a Disney princess. Not a single hair was out of place, no sign of smudged makeup from the day before, not even a hint of morning breath. She looked bright-eyed and bushy-tailed without even trying most days. 

Catching your unpleasant grimace, she pursed her lips at you in confusion. “You don’t look too happy, sunshine. Rough day yesterday, huh?”

You gazed at her with unyielding tired and swollen eyes, answering her question. 

“Gotcha. It’s sleeting out there, so be careful, yeah?” You let out another guttural groan and shut your eyes as your head hit the side of the doorframe. “I noticed. I’ll be sure to wear my boots, in that case.” You assured.

“Good. I’ll be in class til’ six, so if you slip and bust your ass, I won’t be around to come to your rescue.” She beamed with pearly whites. She didn’t even brush her teeth yet! 

“Now move it, I have to pee really bad.” You shimmied out of her way so she could replace your spot in the bathroom and made your way back to your room to get ready. 

“Oh! And don’t forget to dry your hair well! It’ll freeze right to your scalp if you don’t! Can’t be catching a cold right before finals.” She called out before you shut your own door. 

“Thanks, Lia.” She definitely couldn’t hear you over the sound of her relieving her bladder. 

“Damnitdamnitdamnit!” 

Today was one of those days that solidified your reputation of not being a morning person. As soon as you returned from your shower, you took a quick second (you swore that’s how long it was) to rest after getting dressed. You were doomed the moment you let yourself shut your eyes. Your brief downtime turned into a half-hour snooze, and you awoke instantly realizing and regretting your decision. 

You were supposed to leave fifteen minutes ago to open up shop. You hastily threw on the closest pair of shoes in your reach and swung on your coat, rushing out the door without even checking if you locked it behind you. As you sped down the stairs of your complex and out to the unwelcoming chilly street, you pulled out your phone to check the time.

6:35. I am so screwed.

The shop was only a ten minute walk away, seven if you ran there. You braced yourself for the early morning sprint and only then did you realize Lia was right, your damp hair sent chills down your spine. You didn’t even think about grabbing a hat before you left. 

You disregarded the hat, knowing your hair would dry in time. Your legs pumped down and throughout the streets of your town, the routine to work embedded in your head forever, probably.

Five minutes later your breaths were shallow and your calves were burning. The flurries were coming down harder now, obscuring your vision and forcing prickling tears from the corners of your eyes. As pedestrian after pedestrian was dodged from your mad dash down the steep hill leading down to the valleyed intersection, you heard someone call out a few words. Not knowing if they were directed to you or not, you ignored them and continued down the drop off until you forced your eyes wide open to see the crosswalk you needed to get across before you were finally on your cafe’s street. 

You hated this intersection. The two streets, Crown Drive and Summer Boulevard bisected to form what the city dubbed “Cat & Dog Junction”, on account of the recently heavy traffic of pet owners bringing their furry friends out for a stroll around the city before and after work. 

Likewise, this intersection led to the busiest boutiques and most popular businesses that got an abundance of attention from city dwellers. You were one of the lucky employees that had your job nestled comfortably right at the bend of this street, where there was never a dull moment (or for that matter, a moment to breathe). 

The fingers that were clenched at the lapels of your coat were pure white, and your exposed skin on your face burned dully now. The crossway was a few yards away...you just had to cross the street and you’ll get to work less than five minutes late, better than not showing up at all, at least. 

Two more minutes. Be there in two- woAH!

Suddenly your steady running was interrupted by an uneven lip in the pavement of the sidewalk. You felt your entire body start flying forward on the weight of one foot. Your eyes were now pried wide open as your arms began to flail at your sides- grasping at nothing but air. You tried to halt your ungraceful sidewalk skiing by planting both feet to the ground, but to no avail. The pavement below you was slick and icy, preventing you from gaining any sort of traction as you slid down the hill. Your head spun and in a moment of clarity you registered the pedestrians' words from earlier, shouting at you to “be careful!” 

It was more apparent than ever that you probably should have grabbed those snow shoes. 

Red light. Red light. RED LIGHT-

You thought to yourself once you saw that there was nothing in front of you stopping yourself from skating directly into oncoming traffic. Your legs jerked and stumbled under you, like a newborn deer trying to stand on its legs for the first time. Your chest clenches and in a desperate last attempt to impede this disaster, you shut your eyes tight and brace for impact- praying to god your body will let you fall and land on your ass or even on your face instead of getting hit by a car. 

You finally make contact with something, but not the ground, nor what you expected a car speeding toward you would feel like. Your face slammed harshly into something hard, yet plush. And instead of falling straight to the ground after impact, you were suspended in a firm grasp to prevent you from slipping. Your noodle-like appendages now had something to cling to, and you frantically grappled at the thing that thankfully caught your fall. 

The wind was literally knocked out of your lungs as your body met the unidentified savior, who reciprocated a huff of air as your bodies collided. 

“Woah...that’s one way to start your morning off with a kick!”

Your fawn-like legs finally steadied themselves on the ground and your fingers were now shaking in apprehension, embarrassed knowing you almost absolutely “ate it” as Lia would say. You lifted your head from the formers’ chest about to profusely apologize, but paused when you heard the very familiar voice that belonged to your rescuer. That damned boy from yesterday.

“Are you alright? That could’ve ended a whole hell of a lot worse.” 

Kai was currently blocking your view from the crosswalk leading to the cafe. His towering body had stepped around the corner just in time to prevent you from speeding into the road. You gazed up him in utter shock, shaking because of your near crash, but that was old news. Now you were shaking because he was holding onto where your hips and waist met in order to stabilize you better on your own feet.

After a few pants of relief, you calmed your hands and forced yourself to loosen your grip on his jacket that you still clung to, probably leaving nail marks in the refined material. 

“God, yeah no, I-I’m g-good, I’m really sorry I’m late for work and forgot my snowshoes and had to sprint here and didn’t realize there was black ice and I slid all the way down from the top of the hill and again I’m sorry I didn't mean to crash into like that- b-but thanks for stopping me from running straight into oncoming traffic hah-” 

You inhaled several breaths of air from that one sentence and felt like you were gonna pass out until he stopped you. “Hey, no need to apologize. Just a Good Samaritan preventing a lovely lady from nearly dying. All in a days’ work.” He instinctively pulled you towards the inner corner buildings and away from the busy street. 

Stop, your fingers are shaking again. Calm down.

Your heaving breaths slowed down and you looked up at him, noticing the same exact smile plastered on his lips that brought his eyes into thin crescent shapes. His chocolate locks spilled out from underneath a black trapper hat which shielded his ears from the chilly weather. 

More of his noteworthy features were glossed over when his touch was felt through your clothes- his hands were still clutched to your waist firmly as if you would fall right over if he let go. Moreover, your own hands still held securely to the fabric covering his chest, keeping the two of you stiffly locked in place.

It started getting warmer when the two of you had still not broken eye contact. It felt like he was studying your face in earnest detail, inching closer and closer to inspect every aspect.

You pried yourself off him suddenly when your cheeks threatened to turn deep scarlet. His lithe fingers let go when you resisted him, instantly shoving them back into his pockets. 

He cleared his throat and asked “You sure you’re okay? You seem a little shaken up still.” He offered another smile, kind and sympathetic.

You quickly nodded and brushed yourself off. “I’m good, don’t worry about me. Again, thank you so much, Kai.” 

His head perked up and his grin became wider. 

Hey! You remembered my name?” you cocked an eyebrow at him. “Well why wouldn’t I remember-” You shut your mouth quickly. 

Exactly, why would you remember his name, weirdo?

“Uhm, yeah, I remember your...suit? The tie was familiar, and I remembered you wore the same one yesterday.” You bluffed and motioned to the dark blue tie barely poking through his suit jacket and outer coat. 

He glanced down to his outfit and back to you with a questioning smirk. “My tie was memorable, huh? Interesting. Thought this was the most basic one I owned.” 

You blushed hard and bit the inside of your cheek, forcing out a chuckle. “Guess it’s pretty eye-catching.” You thanked god when he changed the topic.

“Funny, I figured I’d run into you again, but not this literally, Y/N.” You took in the way his entire body seemed to bounce up and down when he giggled or even just let out a brief chuckle. The high points of his face donned a coral glow, dotting his nose and cheeks daintily. He was the very definition of a pretty boy. 

Wait, he actually expected to meet again? You suddenly felt even more dizzy than before. 

“You remembered my name too, I see.” You commended him. 

“Of course, that drink you made for me the other day was delicious. I was actually heading to the cafe right now to get another before class.” The personal bubble the two of you had made while talking to each other suddenly burst when you realized you were still running late. You seriously got caught up in his conversation, completely disregarding your job. You peered over his broad shoulders to see the walk now signal brighten up across the street. 

“Crap, I forgot I’m gonna be clocked in late! Uhm, if you’re still in for a coffee, I’ll be glad to make it for you once I get situated?” You sped to the crosswalk and looking both ways this time, diligently making your way to the adjacent street with Kai in close pursuit. He seemed to keep up just fine, though, since his strides were a whole lot longer than yours.

“Think I’ll take you up on the offer.” You contentedly walked alongside each other until you reached the little coffeehouse. He rushed in front of you and pulled the door open for you to enter, earning him a coy smile and ‘thanks’. A wave of relief washed over you when you saw the shop was not as packed as yesterday, save for a few customers sitting by the window bar enjoying breakfast. 

The relief vanished when a hostile voice erupted from behind the counter. 

“Y/N! All hands on deck, sweetheart! We haven’t got all day to wait on you.” Your manager shouted at you from across the counter.

With a thinly pressed mouth, you hastily tried to pull off your coat to hang up on the coat rack. “I’m coming, Jen. Got caught up in some traffic, cut me some slack?” You called back as you fumbled around attempting to take your arms out of your heavy coat. “Your paycheck doesn’t wait up for traffic. I have three orders waiting here for you! And you don’t even own a car!” 

She yelled in front of the customers as she expertly poured another piping cup of joe. You rolled your eyes, trying to hide your embarrassment with indifference. She really has no problem making a scene like that right in front of everyone. 

Your arms continued to wiggle free of the jacket, until you were aided by another set of arms carefully pulling it off for you. 

“Here, lemme help you out.” Kai said whilst holding your sleeves, allowing you to easily slip it off. 

“Oh, thanks…” You mumbled and watched as he placed it on the rack before you. He gave you a nod and smiled before slipping off his own coat and trailing behind you once more. 

You shimmied your way around the line of customers and behind the counter to grab your apron. As you tied it around your waist, you spotted the empty cups lined up at the brew station with stickers specifying the type of drink and whatever extra elaborate instructions the customer ordered. 

You picked up the first empty cup hesitantly before glancing behind you when you heard someone situating themselves at a barstool. 

Kai had sat down at the bar where patrons typically waited for their orders or relaxed with their morning joe before work. You met eyes and peered at your manager, who had her back turned, still tapping away at the register. 

Cup still in hand, you turned back to Kai and shifted over to him. His coat was draped behind his seat, yet he still adorned his winter cap. “Aren’t you gonna order something? The line is getting long.” You said quietly, still glancing over your shoulder at Jennie. 

His fingers fiddled with each other as he looked at the aforementioned queue stretching across the shop. “It looks like you’re backed up, I was just going to ask for a cream cheese pastry from the display case. I’ll pay with cash.” 

You questioned his choice to only get a snack, but you complied regardless. Multitasking between making beverages and taking orders, you took a few seconds to grab the pastry from the case and plate it nicely on a small saucer. Before you handed it to Kai, you grabbed a small mug from the cupboard and swiftly poured another drink whilst maneuvering around an already irritated Jennie. 

“Here you go. Enjoy.” You placed the plate and cup in front of him, wiping off excess whip on your apron. He eyed the treat and then the whipped cream topped cup with a confused look. 

“I don't remember ordering a coffee along with it?” He asked. He was now sitting on his hands, warming them from the chilly outdoors. He had looked like a little kid excitedly waiting for his treat. 

“I know, I just finished the first round of drinks. I wanted to try my hand at a new one; this one’s called the ‘Harry Potter’. It’s butter rum and english toffee, taste it! On the house.” 

He took the piping mug to his lips and gingerly sipped at it, in the process coating his upper lip with a fluffy white mustache. He licked it away and nodded his head in approval. “Not bad, I couldn’t imagine your coffee yesterday could top anything, but this beats it out by a second.” 

His smile made you reciprocate, clapping your hands together in glee. “Awesome! I thought it’d be too sweet at first, but if you liked the last one I was sure you’d enjoy this one. Take it as a thank you for saving me down the street earlier.”

He took a big bite out of his pastry, nearly finishing it off in one swift gulp. “Well I couldn’t just let you get hit by a car. I should be thanking you, silly.” 

“Please don’t mention it. It was kind of embarrassing looking like a clumsy penguin.” You talked to him while facing the brewing station, prepping the next order. 

“Aw, but penguins are cute! Plus, every animal is clumsy on ice, you’re no exception and neither are penguins. You made it look cuter, though.” He quipped and took another sip of his drink.

You couldn’t help but at him fondly, smiling at his compliment about you being cute compared to a penguin. He seemed so innocent, yet so confident at the same time. He was almost too endearing. You thanked him for his sweet words, but disagreed at the fact that not a lot of things were cuter than a baby penguin. 

You chatted with each other about menial things, like what schools you went to, how the weather was acting up, and how the township should really salt the sidewalks more often. You found out he went to the academic academy for arts students, known as the Theatrical Experience Training School, or as the students apparently called it, TXT. That explained the pretty embroidered patch on his suit; he was an artsy kid. 

“That’s really cool, what’s your area of expertise?” You asked as you wiped down the counter he sat at, as the early morning rush of people died down leaving you a hot second to breathe. 

“I play a few instruments here and there, but I mostly sing. I was lucky enough to start uni a year early- I’m part of a band with some classmates, we all got scholarships to go there and learn about the ins and outs of becoming performers. We’ve actually written a few songs together, but they’re nothing too special. We’re hoping we can make it big one day, you know?”

You were intrigued by his description of the school, his aspirations, and talents. You were not as musically inclined in the slightest. Hell, you were still undecided about what your major should be, but you admired his dream and determination. 

“Don’t downplay that like its no big deal, that’s so cool! If you and your boys are willing to put in that much effort to become artists, I’m sure you’ll be able to get to your goal. Hey, in return for the pastry and coffee, you should let me see one of your shows before you get crazy famous.” 

He had finished his drink and pastry and was now tapping the side of the mug, staring into the empty cup. You could tell he was blushing at your compliment, a smile creeping over his lips. 

“We’ll see how things turn out. I appreciate it, though, more than you think. It’s not easy to make a career out of music, but we really love doing it. I can’t see myself anywhere else that doesn’t involve music, honestly.” Before you could respond, his head turned to the clock behind you and he scrambled to his feet, grabbing his coat. 

“Speaking of, morning vocal warm-ups start soon, I gotta go!” He pulled on his coat and adjusted his hat and straps of his backpack. “I don’t want to pull a Y/N and be late. Thank you again for the coffee. See you later!” 

You were about to chide him for making fun of you, but all you had time for was a quick ‘bye’, and a friendly wave. 

Just as he turned towards the door, he froze for a second before spinning back around to face you. “Oh, I almost forgot.” He hastily dug into his coat pocket, fishing out a dollar bill. 

“For a hat. Your hair looks like it's frozen to your head, you know. Dry your hair a little next time.” He shoved the dollar into the tip jar placed at the front of the counter and spun back around on his heel. 

“Thank you, uh, come again-!” You called out. 

You watched him leave again, past the shop windows and around the corner. Looking at the clock yourself, you were surprised to find that only ten minutes had passed since you arrived at work. 

“Weird…” You muttered. It legitimately felt like you’ve been working and talking to Kai for nearly an hour. Time seemed to slip right by, you guess. Day two went on without a hitch, aside from a few remarks from Jen telling you to “stop daydreaming and get back to work” and one spilled iced latte at one of the booths in the corner. 

You couldn’t shake the feeling that your brief encounters with Kai had lasted longer than it actually had. Time flew past much quicker than yesterday you noted. You walked past the silvery machinery while making your next drink, catching your reflection hand brushing down a few flyaways you noticed at the top of your head. 

It was still cold and damp from this morning. 

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[ofcloudsandstars]

omgg so today when I was on a break I had a phone call with one of my witch friends and I was telling her about all these great things happening that makes me feel so grateful but now I am kind of being confronted by my cowardice? Like it’s a new shadow side of me that’s like the next boss fight I have to get over but now that I’ve reached this area of accomplishment and new privilege I have the opportunity to tune out things that no longer impact me that may negatively impact others, but obviously I don’t want to be this way but also it’s like I now have so much to lose since I’ve built up so much here. 

 I was giving her recent examples like recently I went to this protest (and protests give me so much anxiety with crowds and police surrounding them) in Hackney cause they are trying to get rid of a women’s shelter cause it’s prime real estate and they’re assholes and all of these people affect by the kindness of this shelter came to speak on how it’s helped them and their family not fall into the cracks of neglect by society that failed them and this woman from NO WHERE with the most wild expression on her face runs up to the stage to potentially do something malicious to the BLM organizer there but before she gets close, a dogpile of police just launch onto her in the most violent frenzy that erupted like it happened so fast you could not even keep up and then protesters start surrounding them trying to break up the fight but then policemen are swinging fists and batons at them. Naturally the organizer is upset cause this also feels staged with the woman as a distraction that popped off right during the BLM speech so she says to us: Since the police can’t behave themselves we are going to claim the streets. Omg my heart was in my stomach. Everyone just got onto the main road on Hackney and sat their ass down on the pavement and blocked traffic. People in cars were mad, double decker buses honking, there were police TRUCKS showing up surrounding us.. I really just wanted to run 😂 I just got promoted that day to a bougie desk job with private healthcare and benefits in central london (a millenial’s dream since the bar is so fucking low for us lol) and I was like omg what if I end up in jail for sitting in a street blocking traffic? I did keep my ass there and tried to put up protective wards and channel energy to allow me to fly off in case it needed but I had to fight every anxious fiber of my being to stay in that street with everyone else. Luckily the woman leading the protest knew how to command a space, like she had so much power and wisdom in her as a leader and she came to the street with a loud speaker and said: ok we got their attention and they learned their lesson so now that everyone has calmed down we can go back.. I was also glad I did not run away cause like.. every black witch I have met in London throughout these 2 years just happened to be at the protest. London feels like a village, you can run into so many people in one space. 

Anyway I was giving other examples recently too where I had to face a fear and conscientiously realize that I could walk away cause I had the privilege to do so instead of risking my safety to help uplift others but like obviously I felt like if I had walked away in any of these situations it would start to turn me into something shadowy and stunted. But it’s interesting to acknowledge there is this aspect of shadow within me. I think maybe because before when I felt I had nothing to lose I didn’t care but now it’s like oh shit I feel like I’ve made it to some degree after YEARS of suffering and struggling and thinking I would never accomplish making it anywhere in life and now my life is synced with this weird lesson I have to learn. On top of that I just got an offer to do ayahuasca with a witch and alchemist I greatly revere but I feel like the whole trip and purging is going to just be me facing my cowardice on some psychadelic neon tropical house of horrors ride lmao.  Anyway the main point of bringing this up, speaking of synchronicities while I was on the phone chatting to her about this I see this man on a bike with the most ominous expression on his face riding so quickly with a bag and it looks so suspicious but I am like: omg mind your business.. Then seconds later a woman and man come running frantically and the woman is in severe distress cause the guy on the bike stole her bag. Omgg. My friend was on the phone with me as I was chatting about me trying to face the fact that I want to have more courage and take risks and stand up for others even if it means risking what I have and then she witnessed this whole drama with the thief and bag on the phone 😂 like it was terrible I was feeling like should I have done something but honestly he was moving really fast and I could have gotten like hurt if he was armed cause he had a kind of malicious vibe about him. I did stay to tell the policeman his details and pointed out the street CCTV so I hope I helped in that way :/ 

Anyway that’s a life update. 

#I mean tbh I always knew I was a bit cowardly the moment I had the opportunity to move out of the USA I was like. Sayonara #there's a part of me that's like I really did not sign up for all this bullshit earth is experiencing right now #but honestly no one really signed up for it so it's not fair to try and lock yourself away in some ivory tower #but as someone not white or conventional to make it to someplace comfortable I feel like if I get caught being a vigilante like #the consequences for me will be so painful and destructive #my privileges only go so far cause I am still brown still queer still neurodivergent #like it's just enough for them to ignore it and tick off their diversity box with me around but the moment I put a toe outta line they will #probably not hesitate to tear down everything I built and revoke my privileges lol

[lxveille]

What about on a crowded street at 9 with Jihoon for the flash fics~

title: impulseword count: ~ 1770warnings: jihoon struggling with zombie instincts (so, like, technically cannibalism ???) but Everything is Fine i promisea/n: zombie!au. technically a sequel to caveat but probably understandable on its own.

Jihoon is dead.

Kind of.

Undead is the closest word Jihoon uses himself, as he fumbles at trying to explain how he actually survived the car wreck. He’s not sure what the term is for ‘divine intervention’ when it’s coming from a witch. 

You prefer re-alive. Though ever search engine comes back saying you should use reanimated instead. Unless were curious about some poorly reviewed sci-fi film. The trouble is there’s a lot of films that come up no matter what keywords you enter. You’re beginning to suspect that the wave of zombies in popular media might actually be some kind of elaborate scheme to bury any results that point towards it happening in real life. The query ‘real life zombie’ isn’t much use either; pulling up science articles on parasites with zingy titles. 

So you’re left on your own with a difficult question.

It’s the last question you thought to have to answer in your lifetime:

Would you date someone even if they had to feast on living flesh to survive?

The only thing odder, really, is how quickly the answer occurs to you once you finally close out the internet and sit down with yourself. 

There is a strange pros and cons list that gets written that night. Admittedly, you’re not sure what to make of ‘murder??’ and ‘what happens the next time he eats you out’ on the con list – but ‘you love him’ turns out to be a pretty powerful pro. 

You wonder if Jihoon had made any kind of list when he was deciding whether or not to try to stay with you after his change. It’s the kind of question that would make him scrunch up his shoulders and blush if you asked him. Or, it would have made him blush back his blood still pumped. 

It’s a lot to process. But you and Jihoon find a rhythm that seems to work. Affection weaves itself back into your lives carefully. Friends see it as him finally opening back up to you after a traumatic event. To be fair, it’s not that far off. Though it underestimates exactly how much adjusting it truly required of you both. 

And as the two of you patch together a new version of your relationship, others take it as a cue to start inviting you both out with them again

Jihoon can still eat the same meals as before, but it’s only for a cover of normalcy. In all the bustle around the table, your friends don’t seem to notice exactly how little time lets any meat rest on the grill for. Amidst the two to three conversations crossing through the large group, your eyes catch his with sympathy. He manages a small smile back, and you aren’t sure what to make of the twist in your throat. Tonight was meant to be a return to normalcy. Instead, it feels now more than ever that the secret is burning on your tongue. 

When the meal has ended and everything is paid for, you find yourself letting out a sigh of relief unintentionally. 

“Tired already?” Seungkwan asks as he pulls on his jacket. “It’s only just nine.”

“Yeah, well, you know,” you fumble with filler words, “It’s been a long week.” 

“That’s the whole reason for going out,” Mimi jumps in on the conversation, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “You’ll wake up if you get to the bar,” she suggests with a grin. You protest only for Seungkwan to second her idea. 

“I think we were both planning on an early night, guys,” Jihoon comments without looking up from double-checking he has everything in his wallet. At his voice, Mimi’s look shifts to one of condolence. You wonder how long everyone will drop questions out of pity for what they think he’s gone through. You wonder what looks they’d give if they knew what really happened.

“If you guys change your mind you can always text us,” Seungkwan relents as well.

Mimi doesn’t unwind her arm from you until the group of you have exited the restaurant. With the sun down, the autumn chill is all the heavier in the air. “Let me know if you need anything,” she says to you privately before saying goodbye. With a wave back at you, she joins the others in heading down the crowded sidewalk. 

You drift to Jihoon’s side, and take a moment to glance between him and the group of familiar backs heading further and further away. “Maybe you ought to tell them you’re trying a raw diet, or something,” you comment, only a fraction serious with the idea. 

He lets out a dry chuckle. “Then they’d just invite us to some trendy salad place instead,” he responds. He doesn’t look your way; eyes following the paths of random strangers as they pass by.

“A nightmare,” you joke, and slip a hand into his. His skin in cold, and it takes him a moment to react at all to your contact. When his fingers do intertwine with yours, they do so with more pressure than you anticipate. It feels as if he’d rather be forming a fist. You tilt your head to try to get a better look at his expression without moving in front of him. His jaw is tense, and his lips don’t match with the laugh he’d given moment before. 

“Jihoon?” you prompt, trying not to summon too much worry. “Are you okay?” 

That question seems to knock something into his head, and he nearly snaps his head as he turns to look at you. “Yeah.” His tone is not convincing, though his hold loosens a bit. As if he’d only just realized how tightly he’d grasped back. “Let’s just go home.” 

You nod. You imagine he means his apartment, but there’s every chance he means both of you parting ways. Even with the truth out, there’s still times he recedes into himself. Admittedly, part of you is grateful that there’s parts he wants to keep from you. You’d walked on him halfway through satiating his hunger once, and it wasn’t a sight you were keen on seeing again. 

Conversation doesn’t come easily as the two of you start down the sidewalk. It doubles down on the sense that he’d been less than honest when he claimed to be fine. You listen in on halves of sentences of passersby, half hoping to overhear something funny that could be used to break the odd tension settling between you and Jihoon. 

Halfway down the third block, someone’s side knocks against Jihoon’s shoulder in the shuffle of it all. It’s the kind of thing to make either one of you scoff or complain. He doesn’t do either. He jerks to a halt instead, catching you off guard. His fingers dig in against the back of your hand, forcing your fingers to flex. His head is turned away from you, seeming to watch the accidental offender carry on their way. 

“Come on,” you say, and try to give an encouraging tug. His arm stays stiff. Nerves boil up inside you, searing with the thought that something is wrong. “You wanna go home, right, Jihoon?” 

He looks to you. The expression he has makes you want to pull your hand free and run. In the movies, zombies eyes become red, or the veins on their faces run dark in warning. There’s nothing nearly as obvious on Jihoon’s face. But you can see it all the same: an angry hungry, pulling at him like mad dogs at the ends of short leases. 

You don’t run. You take a few steps, fingers still linked with his. “It’s okay,” you tell him. He follows your lead without a word. Once you reach the corner, you take a quick look in each direction before heading down towards the least populated street. Your path sways towards the inside of the pavement, drawing to a stop with the two of you underneath the awning of some store already closed for the night. 

He releases your hand and nearly throws himself against the wall. His fingers curl at the brickwork, looking ready to claw the building to dust. “I’m sorry.” You watch him carefully, keeping an eye out for anyone else coming down the road. “Would it be easier if we got a taxi, or…?”

Jihoon turns around, shoulders pressing tight against the wall and eyes screwed shut. His hands are in his hair now, nails at his scalp. “I don’t know.” 

It hurts to see him in this state. Hurts enough to dim the fear that should be taking hold of your heart. You step closer to him, desperate to console him. “It’s alright. We’ll figure it out. We’ll get back to your place and…” you begin, reaching out for one of his arms. 

In an instant, his grip is around your wrist instead. His eyes on you, sharp and dark and restrained. “You shouldn’t,” Jihoon warns. What of is not entirely clear. 

“You don’t have to deal with this on your own,” you manage out the flurry of words. It’s the reasoning that makes accepting what he is now easier. It comes out like a default, still convinced he’s the one who needs help in this instant. 

His hand pulls you closer slowly. Before you can process what’s happening, your hand is by his face, the tip of your thumb between his lips. His gaze is steady on your face as your nail scrapes against his bottom teeth. Incisors press down against the fleshy underside. A pinching feeling hits your brain and has you tugging your arm away from the sensation. Jihoon is stronger than you, and it isn’t until he lets go that you can pull your hand to your chest. 

You look for damage, and find nothing more than a sheen of saliva on the end of your thumb. You know, though, that the whole of that damp skin could be gone now if he hadn’t been holding back. 

Still, he’s hissing curses regretfully.

You stay back this time as you try again, “Please. If we get a car you can get back to yours and eat faster.”

“Why won’t you go?” he asks. The frustration in his voice stings, even if you believe it isn’t truly meant for you. A lingering ache in your fingertip keeps you from closing the space between you. 

“I already told you.”

Jihoon closes his eyes again and takes a few slow, shaky breaths. “You’re so dumb,” he mutters towards the cement. When he looks up at you, though, there’s something like relief in his gaze. 

“I’ll get us a cab.”

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #woozi imagines #lee jihoon x reader #svt fanfic #time and place flash fics

[walkerismychoice]

I Can Love You Better

Book: ROD

Pairing: Logan X MC, Colt X MC

Rating: A bit NSFW/Mature/18+

Note: This story is all contained within Chapter 11 of ROD. Most of the dialogue comes directly from the book except for the parts I added in the beginning from Colt’s POV, a bit of Colt’s diamond scene in the car, and the end conversation with Riya. Speaking of the diamond scene, be warned that I added in some details that were left to the imagination and it gets a bit NSFW in this part. Also a shout-out to @bizzyschoices, as her YouTube video helped me immensely in transcribing the dialog.

Word Count: 3820

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Colt watches stunned as Gabi storms out through the garage door. He didn't think before blurting out Logan's secret in front of the whole crew, but he was desperate to hang onto her and to not let his own secret out. He'd finally felt like she might actually like him as much as he'd come to like her, to want him more than she wanted Logan. No matter what she would think of Colt's plan for the brotherhood, it couldn't compare in his mind to how low Logan had stooped to get her to fall for him, so he had to risk it all and tell her. Colt should have told Gabi the second he found out, or found a better way than this, but what's done is done.

"Gabi, wait!" Colt calls out even though she probably can't hear him." He makes a move to run after her, but he's held back by a strong arm.

"Let her go, son." Teppei Kaneko nods in the direction of the door where Logan is already headed. "This is between Logan and Gabi right now."

"Fuck that!" Colt picks up a wrench among the tools scattered on the floor and chucks it at the nearest wall. A chunk of cement falls out as the wrench hits it and drops to the floor with a clatter.

"Enough!" Kaneko shouts. "Letting your temper get the best of you and getting too emotionally invested is what got you into this situation in the first place. You won't be helping yourself right now by running after her."

Colt glowers at his father. This whole situation is really his father’s fault, but Teppei is right. Colt will just look like even more of an asshole if he tries to interrupt them now. He huffs and stomps over to the couch, sinking down with his head in his hands. He doesn't want to hear what anyone has to say right now.

~~~~~

Logan races out of the shop to catch up to Gabi already halfway down the block. "Gabi, Wait! Let me explain-"

"And why should I believe a word of your 'explanation'? You've done nothing but lie to me since day one," Gabi hisses, the typical warmth and sparkle in her eyes replaced by an icy glare.

"I didn't know you back then. I didn't care about you. You were just a random stranger, someone the crew could use." As the words come out, Logan realizes he's not making it sound any better.

"I was nobody to you," her voice softens and the sadness and disappointment evident on her face are almost worse than her stone cold anger.

"You were. But once I actually got to know you..." Fuck he's bad at this. "At some point it all stopped being pretend."

"I wish I could believe you..." Gabi trails off. 

Logan runs a hand through his hair. "Let me be honest for once. Whether you believe me of not...whether you forgive me or not...please let me explain." She crosses her arms and waits, so Logan continues. "Okay, let's go somewhere more private."

Gabi's eyes narrow. "I'm not going anywhere with you, Logan. You're telling me right here."

Logan sighs. "...Alright, what do you want to know?"

"I said everything, that means everything."

Logan inhales deeply and proceeds to tell Gabi how Kaneko paid some people off and got information on Gabi's dad. How Kaneko came up with the plan to have Logan get to know Gabi's and get her on their side, but how it was Logan's idea to call the cops on the house party to gain her trust faster by helping her escape.

Gabi's face falls again after taking in his words. "Did you feel anything that night?"

"Of course I did Gabi, how could I not have?" If only he could make her understand even though it was his job to win her over, all the feelings were real - are still real. It didn’t feel like a work to hang out with such a smart and pretty girl. He didn’t plan to kiss her that night, but he hadn’t been able to help himself.

She rolls her eyes. "Was it guilt?"

“No...not guilt. When I was with you I forgot about everything. About the crew, about your dad...I was just happy." Happier than he can ever remember in his life if he’s honest.

"I'm so stupid, how could this have turned out any different. You're a criminal!” Hearing this word from her lips cuts Logan deep, even though it is the truth. “I should have known someone like you could never care about someone like me. It was only ever about my father."

“That’s not true--”

“All those time you were asking me about my dad...You were pumping me for information?”

“I was asking for your help to stay out of prison--”

“You still can’t be honest with me, huh?” Gabi scoffs.

“Okay, yes, I was trying to keep us one step ahead of your dad. But the moment you told me your dad’s partner knew, I told you to go home. I was trying to protect you. I knew you shouldn’t be here.”

“You were right. I should have left. But you still should have come clean to me then, instead of just ignoring me or yelling at me.”

“I know. But I was afraid of--”

“Of what?” She snaps.

“Of this! Of what’s happening right now!” Logan takes a step closer, but she takes another step back. He wants to take her in his arms, to show her that however this started, it is now the most real thing he’s ever had, and as much as it killed him to try and make her leave that first time, he thought she’d listen and he’d spare her the pain and humiliation of finding everything out. He really had thought she wouldn’t come back, but when she did, he hadn’t known what to do. “This has been killing me forever. I kept trying to find a way to tell you.”

“This is what you wanted to get off your chest? Right before the stadium job?” He can see her wheels turning as she puts the pieces together.

“Yes, Gabi, please.” Logan pleads. “Yes things started out as a lie. But the crew? You’re one of us now. Even Kaneko believes it. They care about you. Toby, Ximena...hell, even Mona. I care about you and I’m...I’m sorry.”

“How do you expect me to believe that?”

“I can barely believe it myself. I can barely believe that some girl I just met takes over my every waking thought. I can’t believe that, every time I look at you, I feel like the luckiest bastard on the planet.” He hesitates, but he has to tell her because it might be the only chance he gets. “I can’t believe I love someone.”

He notices a flash of something in her that gives him hope, but then it’s gone all too soon. “Don’t say that, Logan. Please don’t say that now just to get me to change my mind--”

“I’m saying it now because I think this is the last time I’m ever gonna see you. And if I don’t say it, I’ll regret it the rest of my life. So, I’m not trying to stop you from leaving. I’m just asking you to believe me when I say I never wanted to hurt you.”

“It doesn’t matter if you didn’t want to hurt me, Logan. What matters is that you didn’t care.” 

“You’re right, I didn’t.” He’d learned throughout his life to see other people as a means to an end. He’d found out way too young that loving and trusting only ever left him hurt and disappointed, and as much as Kaneko did for him, he only ever reinforced that. He told Logan not to get attached, and he could have left everyone else there in heartbeat, until he met Gabi.  “But I do now.”

“Too little, too late. Anything else to say for yourself?” Logan stares at her for a long beat. He’s left it all out on the table, and she still doesn’t believe him, or he’s done too much damage for her to ever be able to trust him again. “Well?” She demands a response.

“I keep thinking there’s gotta be something I can say to take it all back, the right combination of words...But there’s not, is there?” She’s the only person he’s ever truly loved, and possibly loved him back, and he’s fucked it all up.

“No, there’s not.” And with that, Gabi turns and walks away.

Logan watches her go, hoping she’ll realize she’s not ready to let him go and come back. He sees her look back as she rounds the corner but she keeps on going. Logan wonders if she can see the tears forming in his eyes from that distance away and if it makes her feel anything at all. He waits until she’s completely out of site to break down. He hunches over with his hands on his thighs, barely able to breathe, tears falling like raindrops on the pavement. 

~~~~~

Logan walks back in through garage door with his head down goes straight up to his loft without saying a word. Colt still hasn’t moved from his spot on the couch, but now that Logan is back, he’s not waiting around any longer. He gets in Gabi’s car and peels out of the garage. He has no idea where she went, but he takes his best guess, and sure enough he catches her heading towards the the bus stop. He honks to get her attention and she turns around, startled.

“Gabi, Get in the car.”

“Leave me alone,” she growls back at him.

“Come on. Let me drive you somewhere. It’s your car.” Maybe he can appeal to her practical side because nobody really wants to take the bus.

“Not anymore. I don’t want anything from you people.”

He honestly hadn’t expected her to be this mad at him. He was the only one who had the guts to tell her the truth. “Hey, we didn’t all lie to you like Logan.

“Yeah, because you care so much about me, humiliating me in front of everyone,” Gabi seethes.

That wasn’t his intention, but he can see her point. “If you’re gonna yell at me, at least do it up close from the comfort of the car. Besides...you’ll definitely regret letting your pride win next time you’re riding a bus to school.”

Gabi rolls her eyes but stops and gets in anyway.

~~~~~

Gabi can’t believe Colt thought he could just show up like a white knight and rescue her. He’s hardly apologetic, thinking he’s done her some great service by telling her about Logan. He finally seems to get how angry she is after she lays into him for not having a home to go to.

“Look, you have every right to be pissed at me. That’s definitely not how I wanted to tell you. But I hated knowing how that asshole was using you.

“How long have you known?”

“Dad didn’t tell me until after the Grapevine job. He didn’t tell me about anything at all until he had no other choice but to trust me. What was I supposed to do, knowing Logan was using you, knowing I wasn’t supposed to say anything? It was eating me up inside, and I just...snapped. I’ve seen the way you look at him. I knew the longer we waited, the more it would hurt you.”

That’s really what this is about, isn’t it? He knew she was torn between the two of him, so he threw it in her face when he was afraid he’d lose his advantage. “But you’ve seen the way I look at you too, haven’t you? Why couldn’t you of all people be honest with me?”

“It never seemed like the right time.” They pull up to Riya’s house and he looks at her sincerely. “You deserve so much more than Logan, Gabi.”

“And who can give me that, you?” She challenges.

“Hell yeah I can. The rest of the crew, they’re not like us. They’re just scraping by. But the two of us?” He brushes a strand of hair from her face and she feels the first bit of her resolve start to crumble. “We put our brains together, you and me could run this whole town.

Colt leans in closer and she stops him. “Colt...”

“All I’m saying is...You belong with someone who knows how much you’re capable of.”

Gabi meets his intense gaze, and she remembers why she fell for Colt so hard in the first place. He gets her and values her for what she’s worth. It’s dumb and she knows it, but she’s vulnerable and emotional and she just can’t help herself, leaning over the center console she captures Colt’s lips with her own.

Colt pulls away stunned but then a smile creeps back on his face. Like she’s lit a fire inside him, he responds, wrapping her in his arms and pulling her onto his lap. He parts her lips and kisses her deeply, and she lets a moan escape. “Colt...” His hands roam up and down her back leaving her skin alight with fiery trails wherever he’s touched.

“Is that a ‘yes’?

She feels dizzy, intoxicated by the sight, the scent, the feel of him. “To your whole ‘rule the world together scheme?”

Colt smirks. “That’s the one.”

Her world’s been turned upside down and she doesn’t know what she wants, except being with him in this moment. “The only promise I can make you about the future is that I’m gonna want a lot more of this.” Gabi gestures between them. She swings her leg over so she’s straddling him now, their hips pressed together.

Colt’s grin widens as he pulls her even closer. “Then I’ll just have to ask you again later.”

 “As long as you keep kissing me in the meantime,” Gabi replies and Colt doesn’t wait for any further invitation. He kisses the curve of her neck, swirling his tongue around and sucking just hard enough, sending a rush of blood to her core.

“Like this?” Colt grins cockily, knowing exactly what he’s doing to her.

“Yes...” Gabi purrs. She closes her eyes and tosses her head back getting lost in the feeling. He kisses up to her ear, down her jaw, and back to her lips, his mouth leaving a path of electrical current in its wake. He swallows her moan with another fiery kiss, her hands tugging at his hair. “Colt...”

Colts hands wander to the hem of her sweatshirt. He plays with the fabric and strokes the sliver of bare skin there, tentatively, like he’s trying to gauge her reaction. Gabi tilts back slightly and grab’s Colt’s hand, surprising him. “What’re you...?”  

She guides his hand under her shirt, relishing the feel of his calloused fingers against her soft skin. “Just touch me.”

Colt smirks again before descending to the dip in her collarbone and Gabi lolls her head to the side to grant his mouth better access. “Don’t have to tell me twice.” His hands creep up further and further until he’s tracing the curve of her breasts over her thin lace bra. She gasps as his thumbs graze her nipples, stiff peaks forming underneath. 

Their lips crash together again, Colt’s unhooks her bra, and slips his hands underneath, thumbs tracing circles over her sensitive buds sending heat and wetness pooling between her legs. She grinds down onto him, and Colt groans. Even between their layers of clothing, she can feel how hard he is and she needs more. She rhythmically rolls her hips, rubbing her clit in just the right way to keep the pleasurable tingle building and building in intensity. Just as she feels she’s about to burst he pulls her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, sending her over the edge. She bites down on his shoulder to muffle her whimper as waves of pleasure course through her body.

Colt stills and waits for her to look back up at him. “Did you just....?” Gabi nods, embarrassed. She’s only ever done that on her own, and she thinks maybe her inexperience is showing, like she shouldn’t have been able come just from that. “Hey, look at me.” He lifts up her chin. “You are so sexy, Gabi. I wish I could feel how wet you are right now.”

His words give her a resurgence of confidence. She stares at him intently as gets up on her knees, leaving enough space for her to guide his hand up the leg of her cut-off shorts. He doesn’t wait for a verbal invitation this time, pushing her panties to the side and gliding a finger through her folds. “Fuck, Gabi...” Colt moans. He dips a finger inside her. “I wish I could be inside you right now. If we weren’t on a public street in broad daylight right now....” He pumps his finger in and out a few times before withdrawing it, and if that feels this good, she can only imagine what the real thing feels like. 

Colt kisses her again and when they come up for air, Gabi pulls back. “...Colt?”

“Mmm?” He mumbles as he distracts her with teasing kisses along her jawline.

“Where do we go from here?”

Her question finally causes him to stop and look her in the eye. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t think I can go back to the garage any time soon. Not after what Logan did, what your dad did...” She stares out the window, trying to find the right way to say it. “And I don’t think it’s such a good idea for you to be visiting me, for a little while, at least.” As desperately as she wants him now, she needs time and space to get her head sorted out, and that’s definitely not possible when she’s anywhere near him.  

Colt softly and soothingly runs a hand up and down her back. “So let’s keep driving. We can go anywhere.Just say the word and I’ll start the engine.”

“Colt...I can’t just leave my entire life behind. I’ve still got my family.” She hopes, at least. “I can’t just leave my dad completely. It would break his heart...and mine. You understand that, don’t you?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I do. I just hate the idea of going back without you.”

“Well, maybe next time you’ll come talk to me privately before getting in a big fight and blabbing my business to the entire crew.” She’s half joking, but she’s still not completely over it.

“...Fair point. Can we kiss and make up? He smiles cheekily.

“I thought that’s what we were doing?”

“No, you were talking, I was trying to--” 

Gabi doesn’t let him finish, cutting him off with a kiss and melting into his embrace as he pulls her close. Leaning back Gabi’s eyes search Colt’s face and his gaze never falters. “...Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For seeing my worth.”

Colt reaches up to cup her cheek. “You shouldn’t thank me for that, it’s the very least I can do.

Gabi smiles and leans into his touch, wishing she could freeze time for a while and stay here safe and happy with Colt, but she knows she can’t. She leans down to kiss him again before they reluctantly get out of the car.

Colt tosses Gabi the keys. “Take the car, will ya? Toby’d never forgive me if I didn’t make you keep it.”

“How will you get back?”

“Don’t worry about me.” 

Gabi nods and colt shoves his hands in his pockets, rocking back on his heels. “See you around, Colt. Maybe” Colt nods with a somber expression on his face. She stays and watches him go until he’s out of view and then heads to Riya’s door to grovel for her forgiveness.

~~~~~

Gabi knows Riya won’t be thrilled to see her, but their reunion is rough to say the least. Riya isn’t happy with the idea of Gabi staying, but she agrees and leaves Gabi to get some rest while she goes to school. Things aren’t much better when Riya gets back, but Riya agrees to hear her out, and vents her own frustrations about Gabi moving on and not being there for her. They still have a long road to get back to where the were, if that’t even possible, but Gabi feels like she has her friend back. She talks Riya into an old fashioned sleepover with scary movies, snacks, and all.

It’s not long before Riya presses Gabi on what happened to make her leave the garage. She takes a deep breath and lets everything out. Tells her how Kaneko and Logan had targeted her, but that Logan claims his feeling are real. How Colt sat on the information until he could use it at his convenience, but that he’d do just about anything for her.

Riya’s eyes go wide. “Woah. That’s a lot to take in. But how do you feel?”

Gabi sighs. “I still don’t know. I thought Logan was my first love. I felt so deeply for him but he destroyed my trust. When he said he loved me, there was a moment I wanted to jump in his arms but-”

“Wait, he said he loves you? Oh my god, Gabi!”

“I wanted to believe him. I think I do, but I just can’t deal with that right now. If it were just him it would be hard enough, but I started to care about Colt just as much. When I’m with him, I forget about everyone and everything, and it’s just us. He was ready to drop everything for me and go wherever I wanted, and part of me almost considered it. But what would I be getting into? Colt thinks he wants this life as an organized crime boss, but is that really me? When I’m in it, it’s exhilarating and feels like I’m part of something big, but when I step away for a minute, like right now, I wonder what the hell I’m doing. I told Colt it would be best to have some time apart given all the circumstances, and I know Logan won’t come looking for me. This school year is almost over, and I can’t blow it now. Maybe if I focus on my studies, patching things up with my dad, and keeping my distance for a while, I’ll be able to see things more objectively.

“Wow, Gabi. I don’t even know what to say.” Riya leans in to give her a hug. “I’m here for you, but please don’t shut me out again.”

“Deal.” Gabi squeezes Riya back. “Now lets get back to watching movies, stuffing our faces, and forgetting that boys exist. 

#playchoices fanfic #ROD #colt x mc #logan x mc #colt kaneko #rod logan #n*fw

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Reminisce (Grayson Dolan) [2]

A/N: Hey, I know it’s been a while since the last part and I’m sorry for letting you guys wait for so long :/ but anyway! here’s part 2! I hope you guys enjoy it.

Summary: Grayson thought he was going to lose you after a car accident that put you in a coma, but he was nowhere near prepared from what’s about to happen when you finally wake up.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, a bit of dirty stuff (not really) and Typos lol

Word Count: 5.9k+

Masterlist in Bio

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Part 2

"Who are you?"

Grayson blinked, the color on his face slowly draining as he stared at you with furrowed brows.

"It's me baby, Grayson. Your Grayson." He started to inch closer to you again but you shook your head no, a look of fear and confusion grazing your features.

"I'm so sorry but I don't know who you are." You stated, voice shaky yet serious. Grayson felt his heart stop when he started to realize what was actually happening, a small voice inside his head telling him what is actually going on, but being the stubborn man that he is, he refuses to believe it. "No no no, you know me. (Y/N), it's me, you know me." He mumbled, tears starting to pool in his eyes.

"(Y/N)! Honey you're awake." Your mother's voice made you tear your eyes from the desperate looking man in front of you as few people started to crowd around the room, two women that you can only assume is the nurse and the doctor, and another man who looks oddly like the person in front of you.

"Mom." You called out to her with your hands stretch out, longing for some kind of familiarity to ease your panicked and confused mind, and this hurt Grayson even more.

Your mother quickly rushed to your side as she gently took your hand in hers in the softest way she can managed, standing beside your bed while relief overtook her as she watched her daughter be finally awake and well. But when she saw your troubled face, her expression was replaced by worry in an instant. "What's wrong?" Your mother asked.

"What's going on mom? What happened?" You asked, voice still a bit hoarse since you haven't used it in quite a while. "And who is he?" You added as a whisper which was no use since Grayson heard it still.

"What do you mean? That's Grayson honey." Your mother looked puzzled, her eyes searching the doctor's immediately as she started to make her way over to stand on the other side of your bed. "Hello (Y/N), my name is Jean. How are you feeling darling?" Jean asked sweetly.

"My head hurts." You stated plainly, the doctor nodding as she gave the nurse a look and she scurried away. "Do you remember what happened to you (Y/N)?" She asked again and you shook your head no, the temperature in the room dropping as Jean gave you a solemn look before asking another question that definitely stopped Grayson's heart from beating, even if he already knew that it would come to this.

"What year do you think it is (Y/N)?"

"2016?"

The whole room turned eerily quiet, the frowns on the people's faces inside were enough to make you feel that what you said definitely wasn't the right answer.

"We are going to run some test but as of now, we are still not entirely sure what as to what type it is, but your daughter seems to have amnesia." Jean said with a sigh, turning back to your mother as she explained everything slowly.

But everything Jean was saying was getting blocked out by your brain as you turned to look at person who was beside you just moments ago.

Your frown deepened as an uneasy feeling started to grow in your stomach when you saw the tears run down his cheeks.

Grayson's eyes found yours and he couldn't help but feel hurt and angry as you only looked at him with pity.

He doesn't want you to feel sorry for him. He doesn't want you looking at him like he's just a poor boy crying over someone who doesn't remember who he is.

He wants you to remember him, to remember all of the memories you had with him, all the love and he'll even the heartbreaks you experienced with him because that's what made your relationship real and strong.

Grayson broke your gaze and shuffled out of the door, heart pounding against his chest as he struggled to keep a steady breathing.

He just needs to get out. He can't bear to see the look in your eyes, just staring at him like he's some kind of stranger, a mere human who have no meaning or purpose in your life whatsoever.

And that hurts so fucking bad because you are Grayson's life. You are the one who gave his life meaning, who made him believe he has a purpose on this earth.

But none of that mattered now, because you don't even have a single clue who the fuck he is.

"Grayson wait." The other guy who looked like him followed Grayson out the door, leaving you there with a strange feeling in your heart. Like a little pang of hurt but that only made you more confused.

Because you have no idea why you feel hurt in the first place.

*     *     *

"Grayson wait up." Ethan rushed after Grayson as the younger twin ran out to the almost empty parking lot, the cool air numbing his face that was coated with his tears.

"Leave me the fuck alone E." He growled lowly, wrist wiping away his tears in a harsh manner, walking hastily even if he had no idea where he was going. All he knows is that he just wants to be as far from the hospital as possible.

"Just talk to me bro." Ethan insisted, almost bumping into Grayson when he suddenly stopped in his tracks, turning around to face him with an angry look.

"What do you want me to fucking say Ethan? My own girlfriend doesn't remember who the fuck I am! I was so happy to finally see her awake, to finally hear her voice but the fucking universe decided to have a laugh and decided 'You know what? Let's erase her memories of Grayson and let's see how that goes'" Grayson let out a sarcastic laugh, throwing his head back to look at the night sky.

"Well are you happy now?! Are you happy to see me suffer?! because I'm fucking broken alright! What? Is this my punishment for hurting her? If so..." Grayson choke back a sob as he ran a frustrated hand through his hair, casting his eyes back down on the ground. "I guess I deserve it." His voice wavered, fresh tears replacing the dried ones as he bit his bottom lip to stop it from trembling.

"This is not your punishment Grayson." Ethan sighed with a deep frown, moving closer towards Grayson and putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Definitely feels like it." Grayson mumbled, eyes still locked with the pavement. Ethan shook his head, not bothering to argue with him any further because when Grayson sets his mind on something, it takes a village to change it, or well, you. It only takes you to change it.

"I don't know what to do E. I just, I was so ready to apologize to her about everything I said and how much I didn't mean it, to beg in front of her to give me one more chance. Hell I was already replaying it inside my head, what I wanted to tell her but when she opened those eyes and asked me who I was... it felt like it was me getting run over by that car and then smacked across the face. She doesn't remember me, she doesn't remember what I did and she doesn't remember us. I would much rather have her be mad at me and remember everything I did, everything about our relationship from all the highs and the lows, at least she knows what we've been through, she knows just how much I love her. Now, it's like I'm back to square one, not even close to square one." Grayson lets out an exasperated sigh, face looking like a lost puppy who doesn't know where to go.

"Then just don't give up on her G. I know for a fact the (Y/N) who fell in love with you is still inside there. She just needs that extra push to come back. As the saying goes, the heart remembers what the mind forgets." Grayson let out a small chuckle at his brother's choice of words, but still thankful to have him by his side and to help him get through this.

"I'm never giving up on her. Not now, not ever. I'll always fight for her no matter what. But I just don't know what to do E. I can't just walk back inside there and tell her everything, she'll never believe me, she doesn't know if I'm telling her the truth or not. I'm a stranger to her." Grayson heart clenched at the word, but it was the truth. He was nothing but a stranger to you right now.

"Well, how about we just find out what the doctor has to say, and then we'll go from there." Ethan suggested, giving Grayson shoulder a soft squeeze accompanied by a reassuring smile.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Let's go back in there don't you think?"

Grayson shook his head no, "I don't want to make her feel uncomfortable E. I'll give her some space for now, and then maybe I'll try again tomorrow, talk to her I mean." He reasoned, which earned a subtle nod from his brother.

"Okay, what about you wait in the car, I'll go back and talk to her mom and get our things." Ethan handed Grayson the keys of his Jeep before pulling him in with a tight hug. "You'll be fine bro."

Grayson squeezed him back, giving him a small smile once they pulled away and turning around to find the car.

He knows he could just go back in there and stay by your side, but as he said, he wanted to give you some space, having a complete stranger be there watching you isn't exactly pleasant to think about, well, stranger to your eyes at least.

Also, maybe he wanted to give himself some space too. He still can't erase the image from his mind, the look in your eyes. The way you looked at him with so much emptiness and confusion just doesn't sit well with him.

He's so used to seeing those eyes glow whenever he looks into them, to see love swimming in them whenever his gaze meets yours and seeing all of that gone in just one night, it just hurt.

He doesn't know if he can bare looking into your eyes just yet. He needs some space for a bit too.

He just needs to get his head straight, then he'll be back beside you in no time.

*     *     *

It's been two days since your last encounter with Grayson. Sure he still visited the hospital but he's never really gone inside your room unless you were asleep, in fear that you'll look at him weirdly or in making you feel uncomfortable for staying overnight.

Your mother still had work after all so he had to take over and watch you from time to time. But when your eyes start to flutter open, he's out of the room in an instant.

He thinks he's been careful and sleek but little did he know that you sometimes stir awake in the middle of the night to find him sat on the chair beside your bed, completely passed out with little snores coming out of his mouth.

You can't deny it was really cute seeing him peacefully asleep with the hood of his jacket covering his head. You can't also deny how sweet it is for him to look after you even if you're situation right now is a bit rough.

You actually did think you'd be uncomfortable seeing him again, that you'd feel like your privacy is being invaded by a man you barely remember but oddly enough, you feel neither of those things.

There's absolutely a sense of connection you feel with him. Like you've known him for a while, which technically, you do, you just can't remember any of it.

But looking at him right now, you don't feel that confused anymore, he does seem like a genuine guy, and not to toot your own horn but if you fell for him at some point, then maybe he's someone really special considering the fact you don't fall or say yes to any guy very easily.

You might have looked like a freak just staring at him when he's sleeping but you thought hey, he does it too when you're the one sleeping, so it's just even Steven at this point.

And you can't really help yourself, he just looks so soft when he's sleeping, the slow rise and fall of he's chest calming your nerves in a weird yet familiar manner.

Then much to your surprise, his eyes slowly opened, and you didn't have time to look away when his gaze locked with yours.

Your cheeks flushed but you didn't look away, because somehow, you just couldn't.

"Oh hey, you're awake." Grayson grumbled, voice deep and groggy as he sat up straighter in his chair, a shy smile adoring his lips.

"Hi." You whispered, cheeks heating up even more at the way he was looking at you.

"I'm sorry if I creeped you out or something, my name is Grayson by the way." He rambled, breaking away from your eyes as he scrambled in his seat to at least make himself look presentable.

"Oh I know who you are."

"You do?" Grayson's heart quickened it's pace at your confession, eyes wide and hopeful that maybe your memories are back. It may seem a bit odd for it be back so soon but Grayson will grasp every hope he can get.

"Yeah, mom filled me up with the little things." You gave him a sympathetic smile, and you felt your heart wrench when his smile slowly faded away from his face.

"Oh."

The awkward silence rang in the room as the two you avoided each other's eyes.

It was weird how one remember everything while the other knows nothing about the word 'Us' in this scenario.

And honestly, you try, you really do. You try your best to rack your brain up, searching for the missing memory that contains this specific man in front of you right now. But every time you do, you're only met by an unpleasing headache.

"Did she tell you what happened?" Grayson asked after a few moments, heart beating faster, but with a different reason this time.

"No, she said it was your story to tell, not hers." Your mother didn't really tell you much, just a short little backstory of who Grayson is.

Like how he has a twin brother named Ethan, which made sense now, why you were seeing double the other day. What he does for a living and that he's a nice, sweet guy that your mother was glad to meet.

None of what she told you consisted of anything relating to your story, well the story of your relationship with him. Nothing about the how you met him, where you met him, how long you've been together, where he takes you out on dates and what happened the night of the accident.

Long story short, you're still clueless.

"She went out for a while to get some clothes, said she didn't want to wake you up."

"Yeah, yeah that's fine."

Grayson took a long breath, running a hand through his hair nervously before saying, "Look, about the other day–"

"No, it's okay. I understand why you reacted that way, I mean, I lost my memory. You're reaction was kind of, normal." You looked down at your fingers as you played with the beautiful ring that's been bugging you the moment you noticed it, because it oddly looks like an engagement ring if you're being honest.

"We're not engaged."

You looked up to see him staring at the jewelry that was wrapped around your ring finger. A beautiful piece that made you swoon every time you look at it.

"It's a promise ring." He explained once he took notice of your confused face. You nodded at him, slowly looking back down at the ring, twisting it to the side to see cursive writing engraved on the metal.

Always. 10.14.18

Your forehead creased, then out of nowhere, images flashed across your eyes.

"Grayson where on earth are you taking me?" You giggled as you held onto Grayson's arm as he guided you through, well, you could only assume is the beach because of the familiar feeling of sand that tickled your toes and the sound of the waves not too far out.

It would've been easier to know if you're sense of sight wasn't taken away by the blindfold your boyfriend insisted you to wear.

"We're almost there babe, just a few more steps." You can hear the excitement in his voice, and you can't help but feel giddy too, it's your 3rd anniversary after all.

"Okay, open your eyes in the count of three." Grayson started his countdown while slowly untying the blindfold from the back of your head, and just after three, you were able to see again, eyes blinking rapidly as the afternoon sun shone just above the ocean.

A gasp escaped your lips once you noticed the cute, yet spacious, tipi-like tent standing in front of you, the golden glow of the sun casting a warm aura around it.

"Happy 3rd anniversary baby." You felt strong arms wrapped around you from behind, a soft and gentle kiss placed just below your ear as your boyfriend's warmth slowly engulf you.

"You really didn't have to build a tent Gray, you know pizza on the couch with a movie is enough for me." You really do mean it, as long as you were with him, anything was perfect.

"I know, and you also know just how much I love to spoil you." He chuckled, slightly pushing your forward, "how about you check out what's inside." He whispered against your ear, goosebumps erupting from your skin at his voice.

So you did as what you were told, slowly walking towards the tent and crouching down to get inside. You were once again surprised and overwhelmed as you finally laid eyes on the coziest, most warm looking place ever.

Polaroids of you and Grayson from the three years you've been together were hanging on strings on the ceiling, along with a few fairy lights that gave the whole tent a soft and romantic vibe. Pillows and blankets were everywhere, all different sizes and colors, warming up the tent even more. In the corner, you saw a little table with his record player on top, and beside that were two coolers and your bags.

You turned around with your mouth wide open, words unable to come out from it, being in awe of how beautiful and sweet everything looked. Grayson only looked at you with a wide grin and pride dancing in his eyes.

"Did you do all this?" You asked, tears prickling your eyes as your hopeless romantic heart was filled with just so much joy.

"I mean, I did get a little bit of help, but most of it, yeah, all for my queen." Grayson kneeled in front your seated form, hand caressing your cheek as he wiped the happy tear that rolled down it.

"You like it babe?" He asked though it was so clear in your reaction what you really thought.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Grayson I love it so much. Wow, I just, it's so beautiful bubba. Thank you and happy 3rd anniversary." You scooted closer to him, cupping his face to pull him in for a soft kiss.

"Anything for you peach." He whispered against your lips, hands taking home on your waist, both of you smiling wide through the kiss, whispering soft 'I love you's to each other.

"Are we staying for the night?" You asked as you pulled away, forehead pressed against his with your hands resting on his thighs.

"Hmmm, got food, music, extra clothes, blankets to keep us warm..." He hummed, nudging the tip of his nose with yours as his bottom lip got caught between his teeth.

"Though, I have other things in mind to keep us very warm." He added with a suggestive voice, eyes growing a shade darker as his hand reached behind him to pull the string that was keeping the front of the tent open, shutting the door close giving you the privacy that you needed.

You bit your bottom lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, "Oh really, please do tell." You teased, fingers playing with the hair on the back of his head.

"I'd much rather show you baby girl." He grinned, kissing you again with so much passion as he slowly pushed you backwards, crawling on top of you until you laid flat on your back.

Giggles replaced quickly by gasps echoed inside the tent, the sound of the ocean waves growing farther away as two lovers made each other feel just how much they were in love.

*     *     *

With your head on Grayson's bare chest and his fingers drawing random shapes against your naked back, the two of you watched the waves crash against the shore, the light of the moon making it so beautiful to watch as the cool wind of the night invaded the inside of the tent.

Grayson said no one was going to disturb the two of you as you were on a private beach, just the two of you, alone and in love.

"You know, I never understood why people say that they keep falling in love with a person they're with every single day, I just thought it's some sort of metaphor or something. But looking at you right now, fuck I understand it completely." He gushed, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

You felt your heart swell at his words. Propping yourself on your elbows, you turned around to look at the beautiful man beside you, the fairy light casting a soft glow on his face, making him look even more breathtaking than he normally is.

"And I feel the same about you Grayson. I fall in love with you deeper and deeper every single day." You whispered, a sweet smile on your lips as you reach up to run your fingers through his hair before cupping his cheek.

He stared at you lovingly, eyes twinkling with admiration as he looked at you in complete awe of your beauty. "God you're gorgeous."

"And you're beautiful." Your smile grew wider as Grayson's cheeks turned a shade of pink, eyes still locked with yours as a shy giggle escaped his lips.

"I have something for you." He whispered, his lips turning into a nervous smile as he slowly stood up and walk towards the door flap to close it again and then to your bags, his cute ass cheeks in full view, making your own cheeks heat up, well, whole body too.

I mean let's be honest, your man is an incredible sight to see.

After rummaging through his bag, he finally turned around, both of his hands behind his back in order to conceal the gift he's about to give you.

You sat up yourself, wrapping the blankets around your naked body to keep yourself warm, Grayson doing the same once he's sat in front of you again.

"Okay, I know this may come off as too soon but I just want to let you know that no matter what happens, no matter where we are in the world, I'll always find my way back to you. I am so madly in love with you (Y/N) you have no idea. And I want you to remember that I'll be here for you, no matter what the cause, I will always be here for you, through thick and thin, until my last dying breath."

A loud gasp escaped your lips, hands flying to cover your mouth as he retracted his hand from behind his back, your eyes landing immediately on a small red, velvet box that was in his fingers.

"Grayson! We're only 18!" You exclaimed, heart beating twice its normal pace as your thoughts only head in one conclusion, tears starting to sting your eyes. He laughed at your reaction, shaking his head in disbelief. "I haven't even opened it yet! And it's not what you think it is baby, I promise."

"Not what I think it is? Good, because if that's a ring Grayson I swear–"

He ignored you as he opened the box, revealing exactly what you said it was.

"Grayson." You groaned, eyes casting at the ceiling as the waterworks began. "Look at me baby." He said, the laughter in his voice very noticeable.

You heaved a huge sigh before looking at him with a cute pout that Grayson wanted so badly to kiss. Your tears streamed down your cheeks as you felt so overwhelmed by the simple yet beautiful jewelry that was in front of you.

"It's a promise ring peach, I have the same one too, see." He held his hand up, showing you the ring that was wrapped around his finger. You furrowed your brows, not exactly knowing where that ring came from since he definitely wasn’t wearing that a moment ago.

"I hid it in the bag." He chuckled, answering your question as if he read your mind. You still don’t know what to say as Grayson moved even closer, taking your hand in his while the other held the ring between his thumb and pointer finger, raising it so that it was within your eye level.

"This ring will serve as a reminder of how you're never going to get rid of me that easily." You let out a laugh at his words, Grayson's heart leaping out of his chest at the beautiful sound.

"I promise you (Y/N) that no matter what, I'll always be here for you, I'll always be yours, and I will always love you until my heart stops beating." He brought your hand up close to his lips, kissing your knuckles before slipping the ring on, fresh tears going down your cheeks as you smiled wide, happy to have someone who loves you ever so dearly.

"I love you so so much Grayson. And I promise you with every fiber of my being that no matter what, I'm yours, all yours and I'm not going anywhere. I'm here for the long run." You gave his hand a squeeze, his own eyes getting glossy at how happy he feels to have a girl like you in his world.

Looking down, you finally got to see what your rings look like side by side, and it only made your heart grow even bigger. Your ring is a simple silver band with a diamond heart right in the middle, while Grayon's was the same silver band but with a hollow heart in the middle, making it look like the heart on your ring is from his ring, which only makes it even cuter.

"That's the symbol of how you have my whole heart and that it belongs to you. Now, wherever you go, it will always be with you." You pouted as a soft 'aww' escaped your lips, your other hand cupping his cheek as you gave him a kiss.

Pulling away, you brought your hand up to your face to examine the gift he gave you, admiring it's beauty with nothing but a happy and content heart. "Always. 10.14.18" You said out loud, seeing the engraved letters on the back of your ring. "And Forever. 10.14.18" Grayson added, turning his ring around to show you that the words he uttered was also engraved on it.

"You, Grayson Bailey Dolan, are the cheesiest, sweetest, most romantic person I have ever met in my whole existence." You gushed, happy tears running down your face as you gave your man a hug, your bare skins warm and comforting against each other.

"Now let me take a pic." He said after you pulled away, getting the Polaroid camera and aiming at you. "Pose for me peach." You giggled, quickly wiping your tears away, the blanket now only covering you from the waist down as you strike a pose, one arm covering your breasts while your hand with the ring covered your mouth, fake gasping.

"Fucking gorgeous." Grayson groaned before snapping a picture, getting turned on by how mesmerizing you look. "My turn." You reached out for the camera, Grayson giving it to you with a sly smirk as his eyes scanned you up and down, never getting used to seeing you completely bare in front of him.

He was caught off guard when you pulled the blanket off of him and straddled his lap, gently pushing him to lie on his back, the skin to skin contact making him go crazy. "My favorite view." Grayson grinned, looking up at you with excitement and letting his hands land on the swell of your bum, the cold feeling of his ring tingling your skin as he gave it a soft squeeze.

You giggled at him, bottom lip between your teeth as you leaned forward a little, your stomach grazing his hard on making him gasp. You lay your ringed hand flat on his chest, the other clutching the camera as you now aimed it at him. "Pose for me baby."

Grayson lets out a deep chuckle, withdrawing both hands away from your ass and placing his ringed one on top of yours, making sure that both rings are visible while propping one hand behind his head, making his biceps flex at the action. He gave you the cockiest smirk, throwing in a wink once he heard the camera click, the heat between your legs becoming unbearable just by that little thing.

You set the camera aside, your attention now fully on him as you scooted forward, making him hiss once he felt your heat just on top of him. "Since now I feel so bad for not having a gift as big as this because I thought we promised we weren’t giving each other anything this year…" You trailed off, Grayson's hands going on your waist a he rubbed it up and down, slowly yet teasingly. "Yeah?"

"I think it's just right to treat my man like the king that he is don't you think?" You whispered, leaning in to place a peck on his lips before trailing down his jaw and on to his neck, nipping at his sweet spot.

"Oh fuck, yes please." Grayson groaned, digging his fingers on your waist, his little moans and whimpers bouncing of the wall as you gave him a gift that he truly deserves.

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"Ow!" You yelped, hand flying up to your head as a sharp pain shot through your skull, heart rate picking up its pace as you suddenly felt dizzy. Grayson was on his feet in seconds, fear and concern written on his face as he stood by your side, "(Y/N) what's wrong?"

"M-my head–" Grayson didn’t need to hear anything else as he quickly pressed the nurse call button, hand immediately on your shoulders as he rubbed it soothingly. He wanted to pull you closer but he didn’t want to push his luck. But he didn’t have to when you leaned your head against his chest, eyes screwed shut as the pounding in your head hasn't lessen even for one bit.

"It's okay, you're okay." He whispered repeatedly, holding you gently with one hand on your head as he massaged it softly with his fingers and this actually helped you a little. He felt you calm down, breathing going back to normal but the headache is still there.

A nurse opened the door in a rush, asking Grayson what happened and he quickly told her all he knows. After a few moments and a few medications later, the headache finally subsided with Grayson still standing close beside you.

"Better?" He asked once the nurse left, giving you a half-smile with worry still swimming in his eyes. You nodded, looking at him with curios eyes before you looked down at his hand that was lying flat on your bed, and surely enough, the ring you saw was wrapped around his finger.

"And Forever. 10.14.18" You mumbled, catching Grayson off guard as he followed your eyes to see you looking at his ring. His confusion only grew since he didn’t tell you the date of your anniversary, nor the words that was engraved on his ring. Does that mean…

"How did you–"

"I remember some moments of the night at the beach, after I saw the date on my ring. Always and Forever 10.14.18" You admitted, shaky hands reaching out to his, Grayson just observing your actions as he kept himself still, whole body overwhelmed by all sorts of emotion from hope, to nervousness, to happiness.

You placed your hand beside his, the matching rings now side by side as Grayson beamed at you.

"Do you remember anything else?" He asked slowly, not wanting to push his luck but hoping that you remember more.

"No. That's all I know." You frowned, looking at Grayson with a confused brain and heart.

"It's okay, at least there's progress right? You'll have your memories back." He gave you a reassuring smile, amnesia isn't a quick and easy thing after all.

You don’t know what to feel to be completely honest. Yes, that memory was so beautiful, and you wondered what else was there, what other beautiful moments did you share with the man in front of you, but you still don’t have a clue on who he really is, or how you ended up together.

Everything else is still a big blur and now, seeing that memory puts a lot of pressure on you because what you had with Grayson was something special, and you want nothing more than to recall every single thing that made that relationship blossom, because you looked so happy in that memory, so in love, but you don’t want to get your or Grayson's hopes up either.

What if that was it? What if that was all you could remember and that your memories will never be able to comeback fully?

Even though that memory was incredibly heartwarming and very familiar, you can’t help but think that maybe there was more to it than meets the eye. You know something bad happens in every relationship, whether its arguments, fights or anything, but that's what makes it real and strong anyway. So of course, you and Grayson should have had your fair share of fights.

But are you ready to recall all those moments and feel your heart break again?

"Everything okay?" Grayson asked once he noticed the troubled look on your face. "What if my memories take so long to come back fully? Will you still wait?" Grayson gave you a genuine smile, reluctantly taking your hand in his but you let him and this made Grayson smile even wider.

His ran his thumb over your ring, eyes locked with yours and saying, "I gave you a promise ring didn’t I? I don’t care how long it takes (Y/N); I will wait for you no matter the cause. I will be right here for you, always–"

"And forever." You smiled at him.

This is going to be an interesting journey trying to get your memories back, but it was worth the shot if it means you'll relive special moments like those, with a man like Grayson all over again.

To be continued…

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[descensummichael]

My Heroine (Michael Langdon x fem!OC)— ix. the darker it gets

Hey hi, back at it again with another part! I’m having a lot of fun writing this, despite me taking literally over a year to only have ten full parts written. Staying inspired to write is hard and idk how most of you do it tbh. Anyways, hopefully this part will make more sense than the last (lol). Catch up here if you haven’t already! 

Warnings: depictions of violence, lots of religious imagery, Arella is generally p feisty/angsty in this one 

Arella continued down the sidewalk, her heels tapping rhythmically against the pavement. She kept up her pace, not even glancing back as Michael called for her. The conversation that had just occurred between the two of them freaked her out, though she was determined to ensure that Michael didn't see this. The slight upper hand she had gained on him had been a pleasant turn of events, and she wouldn't allow things to swing back the other way.

She couldn't help but snap at him, closing herself off as he explained himself. But it wasn't anger that caused the reaction this time; it was blatant fear.

She knew exactly what he meant.

The feeling that the words weren't hers, even though they were clearly coming out in her voice. Feeling as though she was being manipulated into saying things she otherwise wouldn't. She understood it all.

And it terrified her, producing a frigid chill that coursed through her and made a home in her bones.

But maybe this was Michael's intention; these strange happenings did ultimately begin to transpire after their very first meeting in the bar nearly two months prior. Perhaps it wasn't a coincidence, and all of this was just his sick way of fucking with her head. There had been an evident power struggle between them since the beginning, and he didn't seem to be one who would give up his hold on it that easily. She was quite cognizant of his kind, those with superiority complexes so substantial that any loss of sovereignty could cause them to spiral.

The way Michael seemingly submitted, all arrogance gone as if he was no longer the same person, did not make logical sense.

The entirety of the situation, and Michael in general, did not make sense. Nearly every brain cell was screaming at her to run, to never look back. When her eyes met his, vibrant red danger signs flashed in her mind. This boy was going to bring her nothing but trouble, and the overwhelming sense she had of this was palpable. She could feel it in her chest as her heart threatened to pound through her rib cage. She could taste it on her tongue, feel its nails clawing at her throat.

Run.

Run.

Get away.

She was moving faster now, the clicking of her heels growing louder, less balanced. Her fingers reached up to her neck, wrapping around the cross that hung there so tightly she could feel it pierce into her palm. She was hot, feverish almost as she glanced over her shoulder, almost half-expecting Michael to be there. When he wasn't, she breathed a sigh of relief, her hand falling to her side as she looked forward again.

If Michael intended to drive her mad, it was working, she thought, becoming irritated with herself more than anything.

Unaware of where she was headed, if anywhere at all, she allowed her subconscious to provide guidance. It always took her to where she needed to be. Pulling her hood low on her forehead, she let her mind to go blank, counting the number of steps in between each block of concrete.

One, two, three, one, two, three, four, one, two, three...

Shortly after, she stopped at the bottom of a massive set of stairs. Sighing, she ascended them hastily, yanking open the heavy doors at their peak. After removing her hood, she smoothed her hair down as she took in the dimly lit room. It was completely empty this time of night, the tapping of her boots noisily echoing as she made her way to the front pew. As she took a seat, her eyes settled on the large crucifix before her.

If anyone could help her, it was him. She allowed her eyes to fall shut, lips moving in a silent prayer as she clasped her hands on her lap.

But she couldn't stop thinking of Michael. She couldn't stop thinking about what he said, how she was desperate to fulfill her parents' image of her. How all of it was a lie.

Seems like bullshit to me, Michael's words murmured in her mind.

Maybe it was bullshit, she wondered, but promptly shoved these thoughts away as she began muttering a prayer aloud.

"I believe in God, the Father almighty, creator of heaven and earth," she spoke, squeezing her eyes shut.

You come here, pleading to god, pleading he'll put you on the right path, his articulate statements came again.

"And in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord, who was conceived by the Holy Spirit," she continued, her tone growing louder.

Let me tell you something.

"Born of the Virgin Mary," her voice cracked.

He's not listening.

"He descended into hell," she could no longer think straight, the saccharine intonations in her mind taking over.

He's not listening.

He's not listening.

He's not listening.

Was he? She wondered, the chorus in her mind ceasing all at once, leaving her in a deafening silence. The only sound was her breaths as she attempted to even them out.

The longer she sat there, the quiet atmosphere hanging uncomfortably around her, the more she believed Michael's words. Arella had spent much of her life struggling to correspond to the expectations her parents had for her, but none of it was ever enough. She had a temper, she was much too loud for a little girl, too stubborn, too bossy, and for heaven's sake, why couldn't she just take things for what they were without arguing about it?

She yearned for something different, to be free of the constraints placed on her since she was a child. And here Michael was, literally offering a chance at that. She was well aware of how wrong it was, the ache she had for him, but she was finding it harder and harder to resist.

Sighing, she pressed her palms against her eyes before speaking dryly: "God, help me."

But no help ever came.

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Arella was beginning to hate herself as she swiftly proceeded down the steps and onto the sidewalk once again. A chill had descended, and she shoved her hands deep into her pockets as she headed back in the direction of where she parked her car. Sliding her phone out, she was almost tempted to get an Uber back to the cafe.

Stupid, she thought to herself, tapping on the screen with her nearly frozen fingers.

She didn't have a chance to react as she collided with someone walking the opposite way. Slightly startled, she stepped back, going to move around them. Fingers grasped her left arm as her phone was taken out of her right hand. Her gaze drifted from the hand clutching her arm up to the face of its owner.

"You should watch where you're going, baby. Never know the kinds of people you could run into on these streets," the stranger spoke, a malicious smile forming across his features. He was still holding her phone above her head, a chuckle leaving his lips.

She smiled sweetly at him, juxtaposing the rage she could already feel amplifying, scraping at her chest, begging to be free. "You shouldn't have done that."

"What?" He questioned her, sneering. "What are you going to do about it, little girl?"

She wouldn't— couldn't— swallow it any longer, burning white-hot behind her eyelids until her irises were nearly black. Blatant ignorance was one thing, but condescension she refused to tolerate.

She tilted her head slightly to one side. A cracking sound resonated as each of his fingers were removed from its grip, bending unnaturally backwards.

"What the fuck?" the man exclaimed, falling to the pavement below him. "What did you do to me?"

"You're right," a final crack came from the arm holding her phone. Crouching down, she plucked it out of his hand. "You don't know the kinds of people you could run into on these streets. You should really be more careful."

She smirked down at him as he cradled his arm in his broken fingers, tears streaming down his face now. She stood back up, continuing on her way as she ignored the cries coming from behind her.

She knew exactly how she was going to handle Michael and the whole situation.

Maybe God was listening after all.

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[heartthrobcityimagine]

Who Is This??/ Part 8/ Noah Centineo

A/N: I kind of got writer’s block writing this. Hope it still turned out pretty well. Let me know! 

Warnings: As always Language, Violence, etc... 

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Where we left off last part!: 

Your body falls to the ground, a throbbing ache sets in to your head from hitting the pavement. You tried to suck in air but a searing pain throughout your abdomen was preventing you from doing so. Your vision was going in and out, you could hear muffled grunts from the fight going on just beside you.

You hear a muffled scream for your name just as everything goes black and your body limp. =============================================================

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep* 

God, what the hell was that annoying ass noise? 

You try to open your eyes to find the source of the irritating sound but you couldn't. It felt like you had super glued them together. You groan in frustration. 

Why was this so hard? Where am I? Oh fuck did I die? Wait why would that happen? What the hell?!?

*BEEP BEEP BEEP* BEEP* *BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*

" Why is her heart rate increasing?"  Who the fuck was that? What is going on? 

*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*

SOMEONE PLEASE STOP THAT FUCKING NOISE! 

If I could just open my damn eyes I'd stop it myself! Fuck it, I'll just pry them open. You try to move your hands but something rough around your wrist keeps you from doing so.  What the actual fuck? You begin to panic. 

*BEE-BEE-BEE-BEE-BEE-BEEE-BEE-BEEEP" 

"Heart rate climbing, 187." WHO THE HELL WAS THAT?!?!? 

" 200mg Pentobarbital NOW!" A deep voice shouts. Pentowhat?? Seriously? Who the hell are these people.  Your thoughts start to dull and you start to fade out.  

"Oh my god! What's going on? What's happening?!" Wait, you knew that voice. You try to move your hands, kick your feet, fighting trying to come out of whatever state you were in. 

"HER HANDS! THEIR MOVING!" 

" It's probably just a side effect from the medication, sir, please calm down." 

That voice, that beautiful calming voice. It sounded so familiar but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. Couldn't quite put your finger on anything because you couldn't move the damn things! 

Your mind goes blank and you fade out of consciousness. 

*BEEP* *BEEP* BEEP* BEEP* 

That fucking noise was back. You didn’t know how much time has passed but your brain felt foggy. You try to blink this time and are shocked when a bright ray of light slips through. You slam them shut. A pounding ache rushes to your head. Something in your throat causes you to choke. Your eyes blink rapidly light flooding into them, hands thrashing against the bindings. You try to gasp for air as beeping and shrieking alarms go off beside you. 

" (Y/N),  calm down or I’m going to have to sedate you." You clamp your eyes shut, the burning in your throat increases. 

" Ms. (Y/L/N). I'm going to remove the intubation but I need you to lay still or we could harm your lungs or voice box." 

You try to relax your body, clenching your eyes you feel something being pulled from your throat. Once it's removed you immediately start coughing. Your eyes flying open. There were 2 nurses clambering around you, one releases your hands from the binds as the other hands you a cup of water.  Gulping it down you sigh, water had never tasted so good. 

"What happened? Why am I in here?" You manage to whisper. Your throat was incredibly scratchy and hurt to talk. 

" I'll go grab your family and the doctor so they can explain everything, okay?" You nod your head as they leave the room. 

Your eyes glance around the glaring white hospital room , flowers and ballons on every surface you could see. Who had sent all these? 

You hearing shuffling from behind your closed door and the knob turns.  You see a flash of blonde shoot through the door and arms fling around you.  

" I swear to god, you are going to be the damn death of me." Jace pulls back and glares at you. You shrug your shoulders and give him an innocent look. Shaking his head he squeezes you one more time before stepping back. 

Someone jumps in Jace's place and wraps their arms around you before you have a change to look up. Brunette hair covers their face and yours but the scent of lemoncello and citrus fills your nose. 

"Mom." You whisper. 

You don't know if she's ignorning you or if she just didn't hear you just wrap your arms around her and let her hold on to you for a few minutes. You feel tiny drops on your shoulder and hear her sniffling. Tears spring to your eyes, you hate that she was crying. You always hated when she would cry. 

"Momma, I'm okay really. It's okay. " 

"No," she sobs. "It's not okay, you could've died."  

You pull back and look at her confused. 

" What? Mom what do you mean?" she opens her mouth to answer when a grey headed, older looking man knocks on your room door as he enters. 

"Hello miss (Y/L/N). I am Dr. Pravesh. I have been over seeing your care." You nod your head. 

He gives you you a smile and continues, " You've been here for a little over a week now."  Your eyes go so wide they may pop out of the sockets. 

" A week? I'm sorry but how is that possible?"

" Miss (Y/L/N), what is the last thing you remember?"  

You try to think back, " The last thing I remember is seeing Tye at the performance and rushing off stage. After that it''s a little hazy."  

Your mother bursts into tears again, Jace desperately tries to console her. Confused you ask, " What exactly happened? Why was I here that long?" Your throat ached. 

"Well, as I understand it a young man attacked you at your vehicle, lovely fellow over here called the ambulance for you just in time, helped save your life.” He motions to a blushing Jace. 

“ You had quite a few injuries. You suffered a stab wound to your abdomen wall, thankfully it was primarily fleshy so no vital organs were injured. You had major lacerations that covered most of your body from your fall. Your windpipe was injured when he tried to choke you, which is why it is hard for you to talk, that, and the intubation. You suffered a concussion when you fell and a skull fracture that caused some swelling, we've kept you in a medically induced coma as you had to be resuscitated when you first arrived and to reduce swelling and overload on your heart. We were trying to wean you off yesterday but your heart rate was too rapid, so this afternoon we let your body slowly wean itself. If the next day or two goes well then you should be out of here by the end of the week. We will run another MRI and CT and some blood work to double check things." 

“ I remember not being able to open my eyes yesterday, I could hear but I couldn’t open my eyes. I moved my hands.” 

“Yes, it is very common for most people to not be able to open their eyes but hear when first being weaned off medications. It also probably felt as though your were moving your hands a lot but on our side it may have just been small twitches, again that is also common. Do you have any questions for me?” 

You were trying to wrap your head around what he was saying as flashbacks started to comeback. You shake your head no and he turns to leave asking your mom to speak to her outside as another flash of that night hits you.  

You were up again the car, Tye's hand on your throat, someone saved you. Someone punched him and fought with him. A loud screeching noise as Jace drags a chair to your beside drags your out of your flashback and has you raining both of you eyebrows in question. 

" What? You think I'm going to leave your side after all that shit? You are sadly mistaken."  Oh lord, 24/7 Jace... You didn’t know about that one. You give him a small smile. You were so thankful for him though and wouldn’t trade him for a minute.

" Jace, thank you for saving me that night." He blushes, scoffing. 

" Whatcha talkin' about babe? All I did was call 911 and scream the whole time." Your head tilts to the side in confusion, wait, if he just called 911 then who... 

" Who fought Tye then? I know I wasn't imagining that?" He's silent for a moment. 

" OH my god, I wasn't imagining it was I?!?" 

He lets out a deep breath, " No, no you weren't."  

"Then who the fuck was it Jace?" you say irritated that he wouldn't just tell you who had been your savior that night. 

" Well, promise you won't be mad?" 

" I can't promise that. Depends on what you did." 

His eyebrows raise at your attitude, you couldn't help it, you were annoyed. 

" Pinky promise or I'm. NOT. saying." an aggravated snarl comes from your mouth as you look at him ridiculously. He was holding his pinky up expectantly. There was an intense stare off between you. 

" Fucking FINE!" You say exasperated and link your pinky with his. " I promise, now who was it Jace?!"

" Okay, well let me start off by apologizing. I really didn't know this was going to happen, I mean who would've known that your ass would be in a coma, in the hospital..." 

"JACE, get to the point please!" 

" Right, sorry. Anyway, I may or may not have, leaning towards the may side, have mentioned to our mutual friend, well in your case... nevermind, I may have mentioned that you would be performing at the music festival, at which this person may or may not have shown up. " 

"Jace, would you please just tell me...." You were beyond frustrated at this point. You had a good idea but you were waiting for him to confirm it.  

" It was Noah okay! There, damn." 

Once again Jace was trying to play matchmaker. 

" Jace.... I swear, when I get out of this hospital bed, you are toast. You and I are going to have a looooooooooong talk about boundaries." 

The rapid beeping of the heart monitor matched the pounding in your chest, Noah was the one to save you from Tye. You felt like shit, you had pushed him away and he didn't care, he still protected you. 

Wait, if Noah was the one to fight off Tye...... Where was he?

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Alrighty babes! There we go! Part 8! SWEAR TO GOD Noah will be the death of me. My heart can’t handle his instagram, also can you imagine him getting in a fight over you? Dear GAAH! Also, HE IS BACK!!! SO next part we will definitely be seeing more of our favorite boy ;)

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