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hangovercurse · 3 years

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Stay With You

You get the call after Rook’s accident and go to the hospital to take care of him.

Requests: “ Could you maybe write another Rook story about where you get the call after his accident that he’s in the hospital and just always staying there with him and when his dad shows up he sees you leaning on the bed sleeping holding Rooks hand or something and he knows you’ll take care of him? I just really love Rook “ “ I was wondering if you know what happened to rook and if you could write something cute like taking care of him after being worried at first about him. I had a mental breakdown when we got the news I'm hoping he gets well soon “

JP “Rook” Cappelletty X Reader

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of the accident (violence, broken bones, etc.), angst

A/N: I have been following every update from Rook and his Dad bc I have been so worried. It looks like he’s finally able to go home tonight but I’m still going out of my mind. I tried my best to do what happened justice (without being too depressing) and ended up needing a part 2. I had to reread what happened like 30 times so y’all better enjoy this just for my heartbreak alone.

Word Count: 3409

part ii

You were always scared when you got a phone call from an unknown number when Rook was out for the night. You’d gotten calls from the police station and hospital more than once, so you’d learn to expect trouble when your phone rang.

But this was not what you were expecting.

“Excuse me, is this Y/N Y/L/N, the emergency contact for JP Cappelletty?” A female’s voice rang out through the line. You rolled your eyes.

“This is her, what did he do this time?” You smiled, figuring he’d gotten hurt doing something stupid and just needed stiches.

She cleared her throat, “Mr. Cappelletty has been involved in a serious accident. He’s currently at Southern California Hospital awaiting treatment.”

You felt like your entire body stopped working. Your throat closed up and you started shaking. A normal phone call wouldn’t use the words “serious accident,” they would just say he’d been admitted for “minor treatment.”

“Can I come see him?” You barely got the words out, mind spinning in a million directions. The lady on the end of the phone gave you an affirmation and you thanked her, hanging up quickly and packing a small bag for you and Rook. You threw some of his clothes in, some hygiene supplies for you both, and anything else you could think he’d want. You texted your boss a quick explanation and asked for the next few days off before grabbing your keys, wallet, mask, and Rook’s insurance cards, and heading out the door.

You drove to the hospital, calling Colson on your way, on speaker, of course. “Whaddup?”

“Rook is in the hospital.” You rushed out, still in a bit of a panicked mode.

You could hear his breathing pause before he continued, “it’s probably nothing, you know Rook. He probably just punched a guy or something stupid.”

You had tried to convince yourself of that, but something felt wrong about it. “I know, but the hospital said he was in a serious accident.” You emphasized the word “serious.” “Maybe I’m overreacting but I have this really bad feeling right now.”

Colson’s voice held more worry after your statement, too. “Okay. Just get there and figure out what’s going on and then call me. What hospital is he at?”

“Southern California.”

“That’s like 10 minutes away from me. If it is serious, just call me back and I can be there.” His voice was much calmer than yours, which you were thankful for.”

“Okay.”

“And Y/N,” He paused, “try to stay calm. If it is bad, he’s gonna need you to take care of him.”

You took in a deep breath, trying to slow your heartrate. “Yeah, yeah okay. Thanks.”

“Let me know what’s going on.”

“I will. Thank you, Kells.” You hung up the phone, pulling into the hospital parking garage and turning your car off. You sat in the dark for a few moments, gathering your thoughts, before heading towards the hospital. When you reached the front desk, you gave them Rook’s name and waited as they read your temperature from the touchless thermometer. You had to stop yourself from groaning as she started reading the Covid questionnaire, answering no to every question.

The lady gave you directions to his room, telling you they’ll take your ID once you get up to the fourth floor. Your hands were shaking as you rode the elevator up, and you tried to calm yourself down before you saw your boyfriend. Colson was right, you worrying wouldn’t do anything but make him nervous.

You gave your ID to the security guard on the fourth floor, impatiently waiting for him to print out your visitor’s sticker. Once you had put it on, you walked down the hallway, counting the room numbers to find his. Once you reached the door, you took a deep breath, unsure what you would find beyond it.

You opened it slowly, a sigh of relief when you saw him sitting on the bed, an ice pack pressed against his face. “Babe!” His face lit up when he saw you. He tried to lean forward on his own, but his grimace told you that it hurt him too much.

You smiled, setting the bag in your hands on the floor and adjusting the bed so he didn’t have to lean. “What happened?” You whispered, taking in his state, and pulling down your mask. He had a small bruise under his left eye and there were wires and tubes running up his left arm. His right arm was wrapped in layers of hospital bandage.

He frowned at you, left hand reaching for your hand and motioned you to sit down beside him, so you did, gently. You wanted to hold his hand, but you were worried it would hurt him more, so you settled to rubbing his thigh gently. “I was walking around in the hills, and then these two guys came out of fucking nowhere. They jumped me and my friend and took a bunch of our shit. I punched one of them but the other one ran to his car and said he had a gun.” Your eyes went wide. “He didn’t have a gun, but he did have a car. And he literally came full speed at me and his partner.”

You tried to stay calm, but his recount of the night made you want to wrap him in bubble wrap and keep him in your house forever. “That sounds so scary, love.” You whispered, your free hand reaching out and stroking his right cheek. He leaned his head into your touch, a small smile on his face. “Did anyone see anything? Or does anyone know who they were?”

He shook his head lightly, “the guy in the car got away, but the other dude got hit too. Pretty sure he’s in this hospital. The cops came in and asked about it earlier, but I’d never seen those guys before.”

You nodded, leaning in, and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m very glad you’re okay.” You moved the ice pack from his face, observing the purple mark on his face. You may not know how to take care of broken bones, but you’d been with Rook through more than a few bruises and busted lips. You peppered kisses over the skin lightly, making him smile, which was the best thing you could do at the moment.

“The doctors are supposed to come back in soon. They did some X-Rays earlier to figure out exactly what’s broken, but my hand is definitely fucked up, and my legs.” He raised his right arm, showing you the cuts that ran along it. You frowned. “They said I’ll probably need surgery, which sucks.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” Your voice was soft. You reached your hand to move his braids out of his face, something you’d gotten in the habit of doing quite often.

He shrugged, “I’m fine with it, you’re the one who has to take care of me afterwards.” You smiled and shook your head teasingly.

“I do that anyways, loser.” You chuckled, before a thought popped into your head. “Should I call your dad? I told Colson but I didn’t think to call your dad.”

He shook his head lightly, “Once they told me they’d called you I texted him. He said he’d be here in an hour or so.” You nodded, moving to sit in the chair beside the hospital bed so you could be at eye level with your boyfriend instead of leaning down uncomfortably. “What did Kells say?”

You chuckled, “he said you’d probably just gotten in a fight or did something stupid.” Rook pouted dramatically. “I told him we’d let him know what was going on later and he could come to the hospital if you were up for it.”

He smiled at you as you leaned your head onto the bed, near his abdomen, and looked up at him. He reached to rest his hand on top of yours, even though you could tell it hurt him to do so. You sat in silence for a few moments until you heard a small knock on the door. “Come in.” Rook called, and you sat up, putting on your mask and turning to see who was coming in.

A woman in her early 40s walked in, followed by two younger men. “Hello again, Mr. Cappelletty. I’ve got the results from your scans.” She spoke as the other two placed X-Ray films onto a small lightboard in the room. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize you had company.” She said as she noticed you.

“Oh, it’s okay Dr. Tambi, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.” He smiled, looking towards you. You smiled kindly at the doctor. “She can stay, right?” He asked, his hand curling around yours lightly, you could feel the motion straining him and you flipped your hand around, holding his in yours lightly. You hoped it would hurt him less.

Dr. Tambi gave a nod and flashed you a smile, “of course.” She turned back to the films, pointing at the first one. “This is your left hand. If you look at this part right here, you can see where your second metacarpal fractured at the bottom near the carpal.” She raised her right hand, pointing to the bottom of her pointer finger near the knuckle. “So, we’re going to need to do a minor surgery to fix that up a little bit.” Rook nodded and you ran your hand up and down his arm gently. “Your right hand got off a bit easier,” she pointed to the next X-Ray. “No surgery, we’re gonna put it in a cast for a little while just in case but it might be off before you even leave the hospital.” You could feel him relax under your touch at that.

“But then your legs,” she pointed to the next images, “are a bit more complicated. I would imagine they took a brunt of the hit, correct?” She asked. He nodded again and you bit your lip, trying not to cringe at the image of your boyfriend being hit by a car. “The lower portion of your right tibia shattered into 3 pieces.” She pointed to the bone fragments in the X-ray, and this time a shiver physically went through your body. “So, we’ll need to do surgery to fix that up, too. And your left ankle has a hairline fracture that won’t need surgery, but you will have to stay off of it for a while.”

You looked at Rook, taking in the clench of his jaw. He was trying to look tough, but you could see through him, you always could. You knew he wouldn’t ask, so you did. “How long will they take to heal?”

He turned towards you, a soft smile on his face. You two worked so well because you balanced him out. Whenever he would almost get into a fight at a bar, you would be the rational one to pull him away. When you got too stressed out or uptight, he knew just how to get you to relax. When he was too nervous to think straight, you were there to ask all the right questions. You took care of each other, and you could read him like an open book.

“The left hand won’t need to stay in a cast for very long if the surgery goes well, but the left leg might be in a boot for 6 to 8 weeks, and the right leg will probably be a little bit longer, closer to 8 to 12 weeks.” Rook took in a deep breath, and the hand on his arm squeezed lightly, subtly telling him that you were there for him, and he would be okay. “Once we get the surgeries out of the way we can talk more about the treatment plan going forward, so try not to worry about it too much.” She smiled.

One of the men stepped forward, “I’m Dr. Stenson, I’ll be the anesthesiologist working with you.” Rook nodded towards the man, who continued to go over what Rook could and couldn’t do before the surgery. “How often do you drink or smoke?” He asked, and you let out a small chuckle.

Rook shoved you lightly, a small smile on his face. “Often.” He said, and you tried not to laugh.

“And what do you smoke?” He asked.

You mumbled under your breath, “what doesn’t he smoke is the better question.” Rook heard you, sending you a glare and you giggled quietly.

“Weed and cigarettes.” He said, trying to hide laughter as he watched you out of the corner of his eye. The man nodded and soon after the doctors left, leaving you and Rook alone again. “You’re so mean to me sometimes.” He pouted.

You laughed, “If it wasn’t so easy to make fun of you, I wouldn’t be so mean.”

“I got hit by a car, you have to be nice to me.” He whined and you rolled your eyes jokingly. “That’s a law.” He stated.

“Oh, is it?” You smiled, leaning forward, and pressing a kiss to his lips. “I guess I can be a little nice to you. For now.”

Rook’s expression turned serious, his eyes gazing into yours. “I’m kind of freaking out right now.” He whispered, his forehead resting against yours. “I’m not gonna be able to play for at least 8 weeks. What if I forget how to? Or what if they get into surgery and find out that it’s worse than they thought and I can never play again?”

You sighed, knowing these thoughts had been festering in him since the accident. You brought your hand up to his face, your thumb rubbing circles into his cheek. “Babe listen to me. You are the best drummer I know; you’ve been drumming for what, your entire life? You’re not gonna forget how to drum from 8 weeks off. And even if they get in there and find out its worse than they thought, which they won’t, we’ll figure it out. Everything is gonna be okay. They’ve seen worse fractures than these, trust me, they know what they’re doing.”

He nodded, letting out air through his nose. “But what if I could never drum again? I dropped out of high school. I’ve literally never done anything else except drum. I wouldn’t have money, I wouldn’t have friends because they would be touring all the time, I would lose everything.”

“You’d have me.” You whispered, “You would have me, and your dad, and all the people who really matter, even if they go on tour.”

“You would stay with me even if I was broke?” He sounded so small, so scared, and yet so amazed that you would even hint at the idea.

You frowned, confusion on your face. “I would stay with you if we were living on the streets and eating out of trash cans. But we wouldn’t be, because I also have a job and you’re going to be able to drum in no time.”

You simultaneously loved and hated this side of Rook. He never showed anyone how insecure he could be, and he was so insecure sometimes. You hated seeing him so sad. But you loved it, because you were one of the only people who did see it, because he trusted you enough to let you.

You guys had been friends for years and started dating 3 years ago after he kissed you, completely sober, in the studio while he thought the other guys were taking a break (they were really spying on you two the whole time). In those three years you’d come to know just about everything about each other. You trusted him with every piece of you, and he trusted you. You’d moved in together 2 years ago, and now everyone seemed to be waiting for a ring.

You didn’t mind waiting, you didn’t need to get married to know that Rook loved you or to know that you were going to spend the rest of your life with him. It was clear in the way you looked at each other that there would never be anyone else for either of you.

“I love you.” He mumbled, bringing a smile to your lips.

“I love you too.” You pressed another slow kiss to his soft lips. He closed his eyes as you did so, relaxing into it. You realized how tired he must be. “Why don’t you take a nap, J?” You whispered, and he mumbled a sound of protest, but you could already see him struggling against his sleepiness. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.” You ran your free hand over his forehead, his braids having fallen into his face again, before adjusting his bed so he was laying down more.

It only took you 15 minutes before you fell asleep, your head resting against his stomach and hand still in his.

A little while later, Johnny rushed in the room, worry on his face until he saw the two of you. He smiled, taking a quick picture that he would definitely be showing on your wedding day. You got a good one, son. He thought to himself, feeling a sense of his pride that JP had finally found someone as good as you who would put up with his shit.

He took the seat on the wall opposite of the hospital bed. You came to consciousness 20 minutes later, finding the older man and smiling. “Hi Mr. Cappelletty.” You whispered, not wanting to wake Rook up.

“Hey, darlin’. How’s he doing?”

You looked up at your boyfriend, a soft smile on your face as you took in his peaceful features. “He’s doing good, a little freaked out, I think, but he’s good.” The man nodded, and you continued. “They’re doing surgery on his hand tomorrow and then on his leg a few days from now.”

“Damn. Did he tell you what happened? All I got was a very vague text.”

You nodded, the smile falling. “I guess these guys jumped him while he was out and one of them got in a car and hit him.” Your breathing got heavy thinking about it and you could see Johnny’s eyes widen.

He took in a deep breath, processing what you told him. “Jesus, I just thought he’d got his ass kicked at some bar.”

“So did Colson.” You let out a short laugh, your heart not in it. Your hand moved up to run over his arm again. “He’s scared he’s not gonna be able to drum again.” You whispered, tears coming to your eyes as you took in Rook’s sleeping state. For the first time since you’d gotten the call you allowed your emotions to hit you fully, thoughts of how much worse it could’ve been and how scared he must’ve felt floating through your mind.

Johnny could hear the slight crack in your voice, and he walked over to where you were sitting, pulling you into his stomach. “He’ll be okay.” He whispered, “I raised a strong kid.”

You nodded, trying to hide your sniffles. “I know, I just- I can’t stop thinking about how much worse it could’ve been. If he-.” You bit your lip, not wanting to voice the thought out loud. “I can’t lose him.” Your voice was weak, and you weren’t even sure that the words came out.

Johnny pulled you closer, “I know, sweetheart. But you have to remember that he’s okay, it wasn’t worse.” You nodded. “You’re allowed to want him to stay inside for the next few months out of fear, that’s natural. You just gotta remember how lucky we are.”

You wiped your eyes gently, smiling up at the father of your soulmate. “Thank you.” You whispered.

He nodded, “He needs to remember how lucky he is to have you. There’re not many people who would stick around with him for 3 years. Not people like you.”

You smiled softly, looking at Rook with fondness in your eyes, “I’m lucky to have him, too.”

Johnny patted your shoulder, going back to where he was sitting. You grabbed a spare pillow from the table next to you and propped it on the bed , slightly on Rook’s lap. You laid your head on it, making sure Rook’s hand was in a comfortable position in your own, and drifted off to sleep.

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the-silentium · 4 years

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Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reincarnation!Reader

Words: 2755 words

Warnings: TUA season 1 and 2 spoilers, violence, blood, mention of torture, swearing, angst.

Requested by: @asphodelshare

Hi! I read your Five fics and I like your style of writing! If it’s not too much to ask, could you write one where Five had to leave the reader back in the 2019 Apocalypse bc he didn’t have a choice. He then sees her 1963 counterpart, she doesn’t know him and he tries to stop himself from reconnecting w/ her but he can’t help himself. It’s up to you if it’ll end on a happy note or an angsty one! Xx

A/N: The Eternals are my personal touch, so I guess this should be considered an AU of some sort. I'm sure this wasn't what you thought would happen, I'll be frank, it wasn't what I thought either 😂 The end just wrote itself! And it wasn't what I had planned. Ouups.

He tried. Really, he tried. Ever since the first time he saw you walking in the street wearing a school uniform, a school bag hanging loosely on your shoulder and a lunchbox in hand, Five had had a hard time resisting his need to run to you and hug your form with all his might. Granted, Five had no proof that the girl walking away from him was this time-line version of you, she could simply be a perfect replica of your 15 years old self with the same habit of drawing on her school furniture, the same bright smile and the same bewitching laugh. Yes, she was just a replica. A too perfect replica.

Five forced his legs to take him away from her walking form and tried to push the girl at the back of his mind. He had to concentrate on his task to stop the new apocalypse and return back in 2019 where he left you.

It never was in the plan to let you die under the meteor shower that ravaged the Earth, if anything you were at the top of his list of people he had to save. Unfortunately Five came to the conclusion that the past was a place way too dangerous for you to venture, add this to the Commission who would surely double down their effort to kill the Hargreeves and whoever helped them, your chances of dying in the past were way too high for his liking. The boy would never be able to live with himself if you were to die permanently in the past and not for only a few days in 2019.

For a whole day, Five managed to forget about the girl and his feelings altogether. Alongside Diego, he broke into their father's company building and discovered some precious information. The part of the night involving the younger Pogo let him a bitter taste in his mouth but it didn't stop him in the slightest. Back at Morty's, Five was almost surprised to find his brother still breathing on the couch, his new partner in crime cauterizing his bullet-wound.

"Did you cut yourself shaving? I can teach you to shave like a big boy." Sighing the boy put a gaze to the bleeding scratches burning his neck. All he could hope now was that Pogo didn't give him Herpes B.

"No, I just ran into an old family friend." Five turned around towards the kitchen in hope of finding a perfectly brewed coffee pot. He groaned in disappointment when he noticed that not only was the coffee pot empty, but Elliott wasn't tied in the chair anymore.

"You untied him?" Five shot Lila a brief glance before returning his attention to his surroundings, listening attentively to any sound allowing him to pin-point the man's location.

"No. Was I supposed to?"

Ignoring her question, Five made his way to the rooms down the hallway. He never ventured there before, he assumed that the three doors lead to a bedroom and some storage rooms filled with conspiracy theories just like the living room. Turns out he was partially right.

Elliott's bedroom was empty, the bed still undone. The next door opened on a black room with pictures hanging on the walls and dyeing material placed neatly.

From behind the last door, Five could hear two distinct muffled voices. He recognized the first one as Elliott's but the second one made him frown in concentration. It sounded familiar even though he never really talked to anyone from this time-line other than Lila and Elliott.

Confused, Five opened the door, not prepared at all to see you standing in front of a seated Elliott, the two of you arguing in hushed voices. The cracking door alerted you, your angry gaze instantly found him, standing in your doorway with his mouth slightly opened in shock like an idiot.

Five gulped as you made your way to him, there was no way that she wasn't you. Not only did she look exactly like you, but her pissed-off expression was the same as the you he knew. Your fists were tight at your sides, no doubt giving you the courage to not back down before him, your furrowed brows created little wrinkles that Five desperately wanted to ease away by a light stroke of his fingers and your eyes. Oh your eyes. How he had missed their spark.

“Who are you?” You harshly asked while poking his chest with your delicate finger.

Five had a hard time keeping his arms to his sides, preventing them from pulling you into a tight hug that you were sure to hate. Instead, he breathed in deeply in an attempt to calm his frantic heart. “E- What are you doing here?” He mentally cursed the slight waver in his voice, then again, you tended to have that effect on him.

“I live here. Why are you here?”

He was at a loss of words and couldn't help but stare at you in disbelief. You lived here?

“Oh. Yeah. Sorry.” Elliott stood up, his anxiety showing in the form of a hand scratching the back of his neck. “This is my daughter Y/N. Y/N this is- this is- eh. He’s one of them.”

You even had the same name! It finally clicked into Five's head. He had heard of the rare phenomenon back in his days at the Commission, someone extremely important to the balance of the time-line would reincarnate after each one of their deaths to keep the time-line on track. Those very few, only eight in the whole world, were constantly chased by the Commission who in the beginning tried to discover the secret of their perpetual rebirths but then changed their goal to killing them as soon as they could when they discovered that the reincarnations could remember their past and future lives. Five had always thought that the Eternals, as the Commission called them, were just a story created by bored time analysts to kill time.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, a small smile slipped out of his control at the perspective that this was really you right in front of him, his best friend, his confidant, his partner in crime and the object of his affection.

“The name’s Five.” So far you didn’t seem to remember him. Maybe you were too young or it was too soon. He had no idea how your condition worked.

"I don't care, asswad. You and your friends tied my father to a chair-" Five's heart stopped at the insult modern you used to call him all the time when his shitty attitude managed to get on your nerves. As much as he hated the nickname, he couldn’t help the rush of excitement he felt when he heard it. You may be starting to remember your future even if you were unaware of it.

"He tried to shoot us." Five deadpanned quickly remembering why they tied the man in the first place.

"You are in our house!"

"He invited us in." Okay, this one was a lie. Five had space-jumped in first, but then Elliott hadn't kicked him out so he would consider it as an invitation to stay.

"Dad!" You turned to the embarrassed grown-up, disbelief written all over your face.

Five decided to let them argue alone and go control his ever growing feelings somewhere else, preferably somewhere you were not. Walking back to the kitchen to finally make himself some coffee, Five thought about how he could help you remember who you were- no, will be.

“What’s the beeping?” Lila’s voice broke through his reasoning, catching his attention when she poked the computer screen.

Five made his way toward the machine, a grin stretching his lips. “Vanya.” In a second he jumped away, carrying on with his plan to gather his siblings.

It was only two days later that he saw you next. You were eating your breakfast while quickly scribbling on a poor paper sheet, your foot bouncing rapidly on the floor as the seconds passed. Five was watching you over his warm cup of coffee, swiftly averting his gaze whenever you would lift yours. An elbow hit his shoulder, almost causing him to lose his balance and fall on the floor, wasting his precious black liquid.

“What?” Five snapped at Luther after making sure his drink didn’t spill over his hand.

“Why is Y/N here?” His whispering was not subtle at all although luckily for the blue-eyed boy, the sizzling eggs covered the excessive sound.

Five went to his brother’s side, turning his back to you in the meantime. “She’s not the same Y/N. Well, she is but-” He groaned at the complexity of the situation. His brother would definitely not understand, so he went with the easy way out. “Long story short, this is her past life. Now stop talking abou-”

“Oh, hey even your little girlfriend made it here.” Diego joined the conversation without a care in the world. He grabbed a plate along with some toast before dropping them at Five’s outburst.

“She’s not my girlfriend!” He could feel his body heating up despite his best efforts.

All three of them tensed for their own reasons yet they all not so subtly turned their heads in your direction. If looks could kill, they would definitely be at the verge of death.

“I’m not his girlfriend.” Five just received his killing blow.

You hurriedly grabbed your bag under the table and rushed out of the room, paper in hand. The silence following your exit permitted your last words to bounce in his head, hurting his feelings like nothing before. If he could gauge the pain he felt at this right moment on a scale of 1 to 10, he would say that without a doubt this was a 10.

What you said was the plain truth. In any lives of yours did you and him became a thing. It didn’t stop the fact that after all these years suppressing his romantic attraction toward you, Five had nurtured the hope that maybe one day, you two could be more than friends. Today this hope just blew up in his face, mauling his heart in the process.

So in the blink of an eye, the boy disappeared from the kitchen to live his pain alone, away from prying eyes and the pity of his brothers.

Later that same day, Five was nursing his seventh cup of steaming coffee of the day when someone sat next to his own spot on the second floor, legs dangling in the air where the floor stopped to show the once TV shop. He sipped on his coffee as an attempt to show them that he wasn’t interested in the slightest in what they had to say, needless to say that it didn’t work. He should be used by now, it never worked.

“I’m impressed that you didn’t die from a heart attack or something. Your blood pressure should be pretty high with all the coffee that you drink in a day.” He nearly choked on his sip when your soft voice reached his ears.

He turned to you, baffled to see you smirking at him. Not angry. Not annoyed. Playful. "You know, if you weren't from the future and weren’t endangering my father by your mere presence here, I would have loved to be your friend."

Just when Five thought that he couldn’t be surprised anymore! "How do yo-?"

"Klaus doesn't stop talking about how he misses youtube." The boy sighed, clearly his brother couldn’t keep his mouth shut. He wondered if sewing his mouth shut would suffice to shut him up for good. Knowing Klaus, he would definitely find a way to express himself without his mouth. “Also I remember you, asswad.” You bumped his shoulder with yours before crossing your arms on the railing before you and resting your head on them.

His eyes went wide, the meaning of your words slowly registering into his brain. He turned to you, trying in vain to not get his hopes up about your remembrance. A very genuine smile stretched your lips, making Five almost drop his mug on the floor below. He then realized that if you could remember your future life, then you surely remembered your future death and with it, how Five abandoned you to your demise. Guilt pulled at his heart at imagining what you went through because of him and fear darkened his heart at the thought that not only your past self would hate him but your modern self too.

Something on his cheek caught his attention, the delicate stroke of your fingers awoke a fire under his skin when he noticed your gesture and the concerned frown disturbing your perfect features. This time around he couldn’t stop himself and reached forward, smoothing the creased skin with a light brush of his fingertips.

“I’m sorry.” His hand dropped in defeat at his side, his gaze fleeing yours.

“What for?” You asked, genuinely confused.

“I abandoned you to die.” His voice was so small, saying it aloud made him doubt his choice. He closed his eyes tightly to keep the tears away, his remorses started eating him alive.

You moved closer and took the mug out of his hand when it was within your reach. You disposed of it before wrapping your arms around his waist and put your chin on his shoulder. He didn’t open his eyes, instead closing them tighter to the point that he started to see stars dance behind his eyelids.

“You.” You blowed on the side of his face. Once. Twice. “Hey you. Open your eyes.” You sighed when he merely relaxed his facial muscles but kept his eyes shut. “I understand you know? You had to. I’m not mad.”

You proceeded to poke his cheek when the absence of reaction on his part was starting to get on your nerves. “I’m talking to you, asswad!”

You gasped when Five suddenly turned his head to the side and connected his lips to yours with force. His hands found the side of your face to keep you close when his lips moved with yours in a desperate motion, as if you would vanish at any seconds. At one point, the kiss stopped tasting coffee, a salty taste replacing the strong addicting aroma.

Slowly Five pulled away to discover tears running down your cheeks. His first reaction was to close his hands into fists wanting to jump away and remove his damned heart from his chest with his bare hands. As the blue waves flowed around his fists, your lips stretched in a smile stealing his breath.

"Took you long enough." Your almost imperceptible whisper was so loud in his ears.

A smile mirroring your own formed on his face, he was beyond the moon all the while asking himself how he could have been so stupidly blind to your feelings.

"We got there, that's what's important." You hummed in agreement before repositioning your head on his shoulder and contemplating what next.

A few days passed and Five along with his siblings met their father. Needless to say that it went down pretty quickly. For some odd reason, Five found himself thinking that it could have been worse. Someone could have died. Or hurt. Everyone was in one piece if we didn't count Diego's soul.

Space-jumping back at Morty's, Five thought that he was horribly wrong. Elliott's body laid in a chair obviously having been tortured before being executed. As much as the boy wanted to feel bad for the man who played such a great role helping him reach his goal, every thought that passed through his mind was directed at you.

Five yelled your name before jumping from room to room before he noticed a crimson red trail leading to the black room.

His shaking hand grabbed the handle of the slightly opened door, pushing it with a shaky breath escaping his lungs.

If it wasn't of your school uniform you were wearing, Five couldn't have said for sure that this broken body was yours. The obvious torture you went through got him on his knees, water pooling from his eyes like two rivers.

He was wrong. So dearly wrong. This, right now, was the worst pain he ever felt. He didn't even have to open his chest to relieve himself of his excruciating pain for his heart had completely stopped at the agony scaled to 11.

#five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #number five x reader #number five imagine #the boy #tua s2 #the umbrella academy #this is angsty #and it was supposed to be fluff #my bad #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves

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vsquadgoals · 4 years

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ok but like... reader cheating on her boyfriend with todd? 👀 idk if ur down to write that bc it’s kinda bad but it’s also low key... a vibe

A vibe hahahha love that

*******

Y/n was at Scott’s house with Zane, Todd, Heath, Mariah, and Jay and they were all waiting for David to come pick them up to go to Saddle Ranch, they went at lease once and a week and David loved it because it was good for his vlog. Y/n was pacing in Scott’s back yard on the phone with her boyfriend. “Evan... You’re flipping out for no reason, we’re going to friggin saddle ranch I don’t get what your issue is.” She said sighing, they had been on the phone for 10 minutes already and he hasn’t stopped yelling at her about her outfit. She was wearing a lace top, tight black leather pants, her Gucci belt and a pair of heeled booties.

Sure the outfit was revealing but it wasn’t much different from what her and Corinna always wore when they went out, the issue was that he didn’t want to come but he barely ever hung out with her and her friends. “Grow up Evan. I’m going out with my friends like I do every week its not my fault that you would rather sit at home and play your stupid video games.” Todd opens the back door and looks at her smiling. “Y/n/n, Dave’s here we gotta head out.” He calls nodding his head toward the house. She sighs and nods. “Listen I don’t have time to argue with you about this, lets just agree to disagree. I have to go David’s here. Bye.” She hangs up before he can yell at her anymore. “Everything okay?” Todd asks before she can slip past him into the house. “Hes just being ridiculous, he saw the picture I posted on my story (A/n: Picture above.) and is now flipping out about my outfit.” Todd looks her up and down which hes been doing all night since she first walked into Scott’s house tonight. “I can’t really blame him you look hot.” She rolls her eyes and hits his chest playfully. “Alright lover boy lets go before David leaves us here.” Todd follows her out to the Tesla watching her ass biting his lip, fuck he mumbles under his breath.

Y/n is at the bar in Saddle ranch with Zane waiting for their drinks. “So how are you and Evan doing?” Zane asks causing her to roll your eyes. “I thought they were good but now he’s getting jealous and barely wants me to go out with you guys.” Zane shook his head. “Fuck him, Lets just have fun tonight and get fucked up!” Zane chants taking the drinks from the bartender she takes it from him and they both practically chug them. Corinna runs over and grabs her hand, “Lets dance y/n/n!” She yells over the music dragging her to the dance floor. Todd is leaning against the wall talking to Scott but his eyes are on y/n dancing with Corinna, he wished that he was the one she is grinding against. Scott waved his hand in front of Todd’s face snapping him out of his thoughts. “dude, She’s dating someone.” He reminds him. Todd sighs, “yeah but its not going good right now.” Scott rolls his eyes. “Doesn’t mean anything Todd.” Scott says sighing.

By this point y/n definitely feeling the alcohol and all she wants do is dance but Corinna is tucked in the corner of the bar talking to some guy. Y/n sighs before seeing Todd sitting with his back against the bar looking around the room watching his friends. Once she gets over to him shes standing in between his legs wrapping her arms around his neck, she smiles at Scott who’s sitting next to Todd with his drink in hand. “Hey Y/n” Scott says shaking his head chuckling a bit. Todd’s hands go right to her hips. “You want another drink?” Todd asks pulling her attention back to him. She turns back to him leaning closer into his touch shaking her head. “I wanna dance but no one will dance with me.” y/n pouts winking at Todd who is now smirking at her. “I’ll dance with you, come on.” He says standing, she grabs his hand happily pulling him toward the dance floor. Todd looks back at Scott and winks.

Y/n turns her back to Todd and he wraps his arm around her waist pulling her closer to him, she bites her lip and starts dancing against him moving along with the music. She reaches back putting her hand on the back of Todd’s neck as they dance, he leans down his lips brushing over her bare shoulder and then her ear. “happy?” He asks breathing against her ear. His lips against her skin was making her core ache, She bit her lip and nodded looking over her shoulder at him. The longer they danced like this the more she ached for him and the sluttier she got grinding against him.

David made his way over to the two. “We’re heading out come on guys.” He yelled over the music. They both nodded, Todd kept his arm around her waist as they headed out of the bar and to David’s tesla. David dropped them off at Scott’s, she looks at Todd once they were in his drive way and David pulled away. “Can you drive me home?” She asks biting her lip, “I don’t think I should drive.” Todd nods, “Yeah of course, get in the car I’ll just let Scott know I’m leaving.” She smiles and kisses his check before climbing in his passenger seat. Todd runs inside. “Hey, I’m gonna head out and give Y/n a ride home, shes had too much to drink. She said she’ll pick up her car tomorrow.” Scott looked at Todd for a second before sighing. “Alright buddy, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Todd reached over and put his hand on her thigh while he drove toward her house, She was looking on her phone for another song to put on. Once she found one she put her phone down and smirked at Todd biting her lip. “Thanks again Toddy, I owe you one.” She said over the music, Todd shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, I’m not going to make you take an uber by yourself at 2 am.” She leans over and kisses his cheek. “I’m sure you could think of something I could do to repay you.” She whispers into his ear as they pull into her driveway. She undid her seatbelt and got out of the car, when Todd didn’t get out of the car right away she peaked her head back inside. “coming?” She asks before closing the door and taking out her keys from her purse. Todd took a deep breath before getting out of the car and following her inside, he knew this was wrong but he couldn’t help himself, hes been trying to get his hands on her since they met.

Y/n kicked off her shoes at the door after she closed the door behind Todd locking it. “Do you want a drink?” She asks putting her keys and purse on the table, Todd shook his head before wrapping his arms around her waist from behind kissing her shoulder. Y/n tilted her head to the side and leans back against him humming happily. “Where’s your room?” He mumbles against her silky skin, she bit her lip before taking his hand and guiding him upstairs to her bedroom. She closes the door behind them and turns toward Todd biting her lip. She grabs his hips walking backwards she turns them around and pushes him onto her bed, she climbs on top of him straddling his waist. “Is this okay?” She asks leaning down hovering her lips over his. “Yes.” he mumbles before grabbing her hair pulling her closer crashing his lips onto hers. Y/n runs her tongue along his bottom lip, he opens his mouth slightly granting her tongue entrance, she moans into his mouth feeling his hard member between her legs.

“Fuck.” Todd breathes when she starts grinding her hips against his, she reaches her hands under his shirt pulling it over his head throwing it onto the floor. Todd sits up wrapping his arms around her waist and kisses down her neck slowly causing a small moan to leave her lips. He reaches up and moves the cup of her lace top releasing both of her breasts, he sighs happily before taking her nipple into his mouth swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud and sucking lightly. She moans softly, Todd stands up holding her and turns placing her onto the bed and crawls ontop of her. He undoes her belt and slips her pants off slowly and then her top. He stands over her biting his lip. “Fuck, No panties?” Todd groans, Y/n smiles at him sitting up undoing his pants slipping them down his legs along with his boxers.

Todd climbs ontop of her and lines himself up pushing his cock into her dripping wet folds and into her tight hole. “Fuuuuck.” He groans closing his eyes, he waits a second letting her adjust before he starts thrusting into her quickly. Y/n wraps her legs around his waist moaning under him, she reaches up putting her hand behind his neck pulling their lips together. She kisses him hard nibbling on his lip every so often. Todd pulls one of her legs over his shoulder thrusting into her faster, Y/n tugs lightly on his hair and suddenly shes a moaning mess and hes thrusting against all the right spots. “Fuck Toddy!!! You’re going to make me cum!” She moans arching her back, Todd smirks and pushes into her harder. “That’s right, cum for me baby.” He groans his movements getting sloppy as he neared his release as well. Y/n clawed her nails down his back moaning his name loudly cumming around his cock, Todd follows right behind her releasing inside of her. He rolls off of her laying next to her trying to catch his breath, “Fuck Toddy, that was amazing.” She said looking over at him biting her lip. Todd smirks and leans over peppering kisses on her lips pulling the blankets over their naked bodies. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” He wrapped his arms around her and they laid there for a while catching their breath smiles on their faces. They both were almost asleep holding each other when suddenly her bedroom door was being slammed open. “What the fuck is going on here?!” The two of them shot up to see Y/n’s boyfriend standing in the door way. “Fuck.” She mumbled.

#toddy smith #toddy smith x reader #toddy smith fanfic #toddy smith imagine #toddy smith smut #vlog squad #vlog squad imagine #vlog squad fanfic #vlog squad smut

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moonstruckbucky · 4 years

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So I have a ghost story- My parents house was built in the 1860’s, and I used to always see ghosts there as a kid. One I called “Abe”, bc he had a top hat like Abraham Lincoln. Honestly, Abe was the nicest of the ghosts. Others have scratched me, pushed me out of bed, that sort of thing. One day, Abe was in my room when I left for school (I was 7). I get home, and a ball of yarn that had been in a basket on the floor was unraveled EVERYWHERE. 1/? 👻

So I just... rolled it back up. Later that night, I see Abe again, and I wasn’t even scared or anything, even though this was the first time he had moved any of my things. I simply just said something along the lines of “you can move my stuff, but please put it back before I get home”. After that, the basket would end up in different spots, but the yard would be balled back up. Ngl, I kinda miss Abe 2/2 👻

I really fucking love ghost stories and this one is FANTASTIC.

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vanchlo · 4 years

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The Firsts / #3 “The First Time Together Together”

*not my gif*

---> NEXT BLURB: November 2nd, hopefully.

---> READ BLURB #2

READ THE ASSISTANT, AKA WHAT CAME FIRST

SERIES MASTERLIST

READ ON WATTPAD

-> SHOULD I CREATE A TAGLIST FOR THIS SERIES? IF YOU’D LIKE TO BE ADDED, LET ME KNOW! :)

LEGEND:

+ : a break in the story; a time jump.

bold: Harry’s texts

italics: Becky’s texts

WARNINGS: None really

WORD COUNT: 4.6k words

SONG: Our House by Crosby, Nash, Stills, and Young (CLICK TO LISTEN)

* SNEAK PEEK, DUH BC ALWAYS *

“Y’know what, Becks?”

“Hmm, Harry?” I hum in reply, moving my head a few inches this way, and another few inches that way until I hear the boom-boom of his heart under my ear.

“Wish I could fall asleep next t’ you ev’ry night, even if . . ya nag at me,” he mumbles, the words becoming slower and softer with every breath of his.

I wish I could fall asleep smiling next to you, and with your heartbeat under my ear too, Harry.

Me too.

“I am, you know.”

“What?”

“Yours.”

- Tara and Willow, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

“I’ve seen you dress up before and you looked nice, but God, you look nice nice today.”

“How many drinks have ya already t’night?” he chuckles, quirking an eyebrow whilst sipping from his whiskey glass. His long, bubblegum lips spread into a proud smile, wet from the brown liquid that swims around the ice cubes in his glass.

“None!” I insist and he chuckles again, the sound muffled by the rim of his glass that returns to his lips.

“Sure, babe,” Harry titters, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat lit by the sun. “‘s okay if ya have. I dunno how I coulda gotten thru’ all that shit in this heat without a few.”

I almost shrug my shoulders, unsure of what to say to that, but I don’t get the chance to think on it before he takes my hand to lead us away from the gift table.

“C’mon, I dunno how many mo’ people I can talk t’ and introduce who I bloody am befo’ I go mad,” he wheezes with a shake of his head, downing the rest of his drink. “Beats me how they can’t know who tha best man ‘s, seein’ ‘ve known tha groom most o’ me life and his.”

“Oh no, is Harry’s big head shrinking now?” I joke, my lips growing to kiss my cheeks when he turns to dramatically roll his eyes at me.

“Hush, you. Ya want sumthin’ t’ drink? ‘s a free bar, but y’know, only tha basic stuff.”

“I want my boyfriend back, is what,” I whine, grabbing hold of the front of his blazer and into my arms. A dimple falls into his cheek, and then into his other as he smiles at me.

“Ya do have me back, babe. What’re you talkin’ ‘bout? Tha ceremony ‘s over, and now ‘s time fer all tha fun.”

“But you don’t get to sit with me at dinner,” I whimper, my face falling into a smushed assortment of lines. He sighs above me and shakes his head of curls at me, his haircut the other day leaving them how he likes them, short.

“Oh, stop it. We’ve gone over this, Becks, you’ll be sittin’ with Rose. My’ and Jeanie put you there fer a reason, since I know yer not familiar with many others here. Jus’ be happy me mum and sista couldn’t make it,” he teases against my cheek, the smell of the honey whiskey ghosting over my lips.

“Don’t say it like I don’t like them, you know I do.”

“I know, ‘m kiddin’ ‘round,” he titters, sponging a kiss to my temple before he pulls away. I almost get lost in those bright greens, but I’m roused when he brushes his thumb across my cheek. “‘ll be right back. Don’t get all sad now that ‘m leavin’ you fer a sec, my li’l lost puppy.”

“Shut up, would you?” I mutter with creased cheeks, watching him walk up to the bar in his black suit. His voice floats over to me as the image of his brown curls shrinks from view, replaced by the fairy lights sparkling around us. Pulling at the scoop neck of my scarlet dress, I scan the covered space and the bodies meandering around it, talking.

“Here’s a White Zinfandel, I dunno what else d’ya want,” a voice says from behind me. I don’t need to look to see who it is, but I do by habit and am met with a tan hand full of rings holding out a glass of pink wine to me.

“Oh, thanks.”

“Welcome,” Harry returns, tapping a finger against his once again full whiskey glass, making a clinking noise. “Aw, fook. They’re startin’ speeches already, I betta go. ‘ll see you soon, love. Wish me luck,” he rushes, surprising me with a kiss to the lips and a pat to my back.

“Luck!” I call after him, laughing when he looks back at me with a comically confused look whilst taking a glug from his glass for good measure.

“Well, shit, what d’ya even say at these things?” he blubbers from the stage a few moments later, cheeks red and dimpled. With aching cheeks from smiling, I sip at my glass of wine while watching him stumble to find his speech in a pocket of his onyx black suit.

“Oh, here tha bloody thing ‘s,” Harry chuckles, and the crowd echoes him. “Myles, Myles, Myles. Where do I even start with you, ya git? Known ya too bloody long, I reckon. Fookin’ hell, known ya fer fifteen years too long, ‘d say,” he begins, and the guests hang onto his every word as do I. “We’ve sure been thru’ loads o’ shit t’getha, and here ya are, married. God, ya always hafta do ev’rything befo’ me, dontch’u?”

The sweet wine lingers on my lips as my laugh blends into the rest of those around me while Harry shakes his head, taking a drink break to sip from his glass.

“We went t’ school t’getha, law school t’getha, and started a bloody lawfirm t’getha t’ top it all off. Somehow, ‘s still standin’ and we’re doin’ great. I know it wouldn’t be if it weren’t fer you . . Reckon neitha would I, hope y’know,” he continues, and my eyes follow his to where Myles stands at the front of the crowd with his new wife on his arm. An emphasis sits in his eyes that goes unmatched until I find Harry’s again and the few tears that sit in them, drowning in the gratefulness and emotion that I recognize bittersweetly. “Ya’ve go’mme thru’ mo’ shit than I could ever thank you fer, and you’ve been me rock when mine was missin.’”

The wine sits on my tongue sourly when I hear that and see his sad smile, and then his two second glance to me that’s gone when I blink. The rest of his best man’s speech goes on without a hitch, and the crowd loves him. But, God, they don’t as much as I do, I think whilst admiring my favorite person in the entire world, and just how fucking fine he looks in a tux. Harry leads a cheers with his whiskey glass raised to the ceiling, and I join him as my eyes stay glued to the man whose bowtie sits unraveled at his neck. The man whose cheeks shine with a summer glow and absence of facial hair, and his trademark curls combed into a quiff that this summer day couldn’t even bother.

Six months in, and the butterflies still return when he steps off the stage, and his alcohol-reddened cheeks dimple with the smile that he sends to me.

“Can I have this dance, miss?” he asks, setting down his whiskey next to my wine.

“Of course. I could never turn down a dance from the best man, I’m sure every other lady here would die for one.”

“Yer so cheesy, Becks, even mo’ so than me sumtimes,” Harry remarks, taking my hand in his and leading me to the dance floor in the middle of the outdoor space. “I love ya fer it, y’know.”

“Good, you better,” I almost laugh, letting him guide my hands to his shoulders as he places his on my waist.

“Maybe it’ll be us havin’ tha first dance at one o’ these sumday soon, Becks. Have ya thought ‘bout me question yet, hmm?”

“I dunno,” I giggle against the warmth of his neck after nuzzling close to him. His sigh tickles my temple that he soothes with the gentlest of pecks.

“I know my answer.”

“And what’s that?” I wonder aloud, swaying to the song with him, ever so effortlessly. Somehow, anything with him feels that way.

“Wouldn’t you like t’ know.”

“Harry!” I exclaim, leaving the safety of his neck to find his giggling lips.

“What? That’s whatcha get when ya won’t answer me question.”

A scoff leaves my lips, and he only giggles harder until it shrinks away to be replaced by his fingers in my hair ever so softly.

“I think Styles would sound good on you, Becks,” he hums, thumb ghosting over my birthmark as his eyes explore me.

“How many drinks have you had today?”

“Doesn’t matta. I feel that way sober even,” he insists, those greens at last returning to me. The slightest of curls comes to his lips and something I can’t quite place blossoms in his eyes. “Rebecca Styles, it sounds perfect. Dontchu think, babe?”

“Harry, it’s only been six months-.”

“In a week and a half, I know, Becks,” he interrupts softly, biting at his lip habitually. “Jus’ a thought. Whenever ya have that answer fo’ me, lemme know,” he whispers against my ear, sending goosebumps down my spine.

Oh, but I think I do, Harry.

“Oooooookay, that’s enough for you, mister. Come on, let’s get you to bed already.

“Becks, no. ‘m fine, I promise you. I don’t wanna go t’ bed yet, babe,” he whines. The dark liquid sloshes around in the cup he holds, threatening to spill over the sides.

“Harry, you’re going to spill. C’mon, we’re both spent. Let’s go to bed,” I insist, taking the half-full wine glass from his hand and setting it down on the wooden coffee table.

“Fine, mum,” he mumbles, getting to his feet shakily. Tugging on his arm some more, I slowly thread him through the space between the sofa and table.

“Come on then, son. If you’re gonna act like a child, I’ll treat you like one,” I laugh, shortly enjoying the fake laugh he gives me. The steps are slow, and so is getting him ready for bed, and into it, is even more so.

“Why’re you laughin’ at me?” he whimpers as I pull the covers up his shoulders before sliding under them myself.

“Because you’re kind of pathetic.”

“Hey, be nice t’ me. I didn’t mean t’ get all buzzed t’night,” Harry complains, taking my hand and pulling me over, until my head is on his shoulder.

“Oh, so what do you call the five glasses of wine you had at your sister’s and the other two you snuck once we got home? I thought you swore off alcohol the other day when you woke up with a hangover after the wedding.”

He only sighs and closes his eyes, his warm rings molding against the round of my shoulder. The rhythm of his breaths attempts to whisk me off into my dreams already, a pair of leggings I’d left at his and my favourite t-shirt of his swallowing my top.

“Y’know what, Becks?”

“Hmm, Harry?” I hum in reply, moving my head a few inches this way, and another few inches that way until I hear the boom-boom of his heart under my ear.

“Wish I could fall asleep next t’ you ev’ry night, even if . . ya nag at me,” he mumbles, the words becoming slower and softer with every breath of his.

I wish I could fall asleep smiling next to you, and with your heartbeat under my ear too, Harry.

Me too.

The chatter fills my ears in a stable hum, hitting pitch and falling low at times, only to flutter between the two again, and again. Shortly, it all falls away when the door closes to hush the room, but the volume in my heart only grows louder. The question that shouts into the void within my chest repeats itself for the next five minutes, until the frosted glass door opens and spits him out. Everybody gives him a hard time for being late, and only do I relax when he meets my eyes with a soft smile, at last. I get a wink before he sits down at the table across from me, feeling a thousand miles away from me. Within a few moments, and pressing the keys of my laptop, he isn’t, anymore.

Late much?

it was the traffic, it was terrible

You know you use that excuse much too often, Harry, especially for your own meeting

i know, you only tell me all of the time babe ;)

oh but hey, i gotta tell u. i’ve been listening to that one band some more that you rec’d. holy shit are they good. hippocampus was it?goofy name but they’ve got some tunes. i think im likin Bambi best rn.

No way, that’s my favorite of theirs! Yes, I’m soooo happy you’reliking them!!!!!

told you i’d get to them eventually babe. just wish it hadn’t takenme so long now. wow!

I told you!!!

there ya are again lovin to tell me ya told me so haha

Wow, it’s like I know you or something

wow its like i knew youd like vampire weekend or someting. ok stop it with the texts i really gotta concentrate here. im supposed to be your boss

Yeah, you’re doing a great job of that, sir. Showing up late to a meeting. Being hungover at work. Shall I continue, boss?

hush, you. could easily make you me assistant again

You wanna bet? Myles and Rose like me too much that let that happen

I do wanna bet. keep talkin babe and youre payin for lunch 2day

Rude

i learned from the best

Quietly scoffing, I lift my eyes to find the smirking pair waiting for me. Harry stifles a laugh with his fist against his smirking lips, dimples showing loudly. He winks quickly at me before turning his head to listen to Myles, only making me miss him all the more. A notification bubble on my screen catches my attention, and makes my smile grow all the wider.

love you my little shit Xxxxxxxx

I think you’re … Oh my god, Harry. Are you falling asleep? At a meeting?!

am not

Are too!

used the wrong ‘to,’ Becks

Did not!

not fun bein corrected all the time now is it, ms. grammar police?

Rude

hell is that your response to anything that doesnt go your way, brat?

I guess somebody doesnt get their dick sucked tonight after all

dont be fuckin rude

Not fun being called rude, now is it?

your gonna be the death of me, holte. swear it

It’s you’re, has FRIENDS taught you nothing, or have I?

nah i fuckin tune out when you start to nag you should know this by now babe

Yeah well, I think a mastered lawyer such as yourself with his own lawfirm should know when to use the different yours

ya well, i think the girlfriend should know when to stop before she doesnt get to sleep over at the boyfriend’s tonight

You’re rude

I learned from the best

Harry Edward!

dont you push it rebecca ann

Ugh, I want to hate you sometimes

its settled. no sexy time for you tonight

Harry! I got new lingerie!

only kidding baby ;) bring the lingerie plz i cant wait to see you in it, my pretty girl

Yes, sir ;)

good girl

The halls are much too quiet with The Big Four in a meeting this morning, about what, I don’t recall. It still stings to pass Jennings in the hall, and things are still awkward between him and Harry I’ve noticed, but all he told me was that he had handled it. What he meant by that, I don’t know, but all I know is now, it’s The Big Three - Myles, Harry, and Rose, and no longer The Four. Rose made junior partner last month and the celebration still hadn’t ended from it, but we all could see the fake smile Jennings slapped on and continues to. Like Harry and Myles, she still takes cases and argues them, but now, she's more involved with the nitty gritty details of the firm, and seems to be loving it. Wedding planning, and all. I can only wish to be as on top of it as she is like that one day.

My movements are slow and calculated as I close my laptop, and check my appearance in the mirror. Adjusting my cream blouse underneath the black suit, I take deep breaths, but they just don’t stick. I set my iPhone down on the desk, but not before checking my home screen. Nothing new, just as it was five minutes ago when I last checked. Okay, then, I think before stepping into the hall and closing my door behind me.

The new, large clock in the lobby dongs softly through the halls, announcing nine o’clock. It’s time. Despite my best efforts, I glance around corners and over my shoulder, looking for him, but he’s nowhere to be found.

Great.

Even better.

Knock knock!

“Oh, come in, please,” the voice behind the door says, bringing me forth. “Hey, Becky. Right on time, thanks.”

“Welcome, Myles. Where’s that business partner of yours?” I softly laugh, hoping I can diffuse the tension, if only somehow. The question flew from my lips the moment I stepped into his office and noticed that we’re alone.

“Hmm, not sure. I just saw him a few minutes ago after our meeting finished. It beats me. Shouldn’t the girlfriend know?” he jokes wryly, moving around items on his desk.

“God, I wish. Sometimes, I’m no better. I haven’t spoken to him yet this morning,” I offer, smoothing down the back of my skirt and take a seat in front of his desk.

“Yeah, known him for I dunno how long, and I couldn’t tell you where he’s run off to. Oh, really? Didn’t carpool together with his early meeting today?”

“Talkin’ ‘bout me, are you?” somebody voices. Both of our heads turn to behind me to watch Harry walk in, holding a Queen mug, and his laptop under his arm.

“Yeah, wondering why you’re always late, mate.”

“Line fer coffee was long in tha break room,” he shrugs, as if it’s a top tier excuse. “Hey, my love,” Harry coos with a smile to me, bending down to press his lips to mine. I almost giggle against his, but my widening eyes do all of the talking when he pulls away.

His quirked eyebrows do his talking as his dimples glow on his face. Words almost leave his wondering lips but they’re interrupted by Myles excusing himself to take a call.

“What’s that look fer?” Harry wheezes at last, sipping from his mug before finding a coaster to set it down on.

“Since when do we kiss in front of people we work with?” I giggle nervously, wondering when the heat will ever leave my cheeks now.

“‘s jus’ Myles, babe. He doesn’t give a shit. I reckon he has t’ have a bit o’ understandin’ afta how many times ‘ve griped over how much o’ a pain in tha arse it can be fer us t’ keep it professional ‘round tha firm,” he explains, swiftling undoing the one button on his pinstriped pecan colored blazer.

“Oh,” is all I say, looking around the office absentmindedly while my mind whirs.

“Sorry, I didn’t see yer texts ‘til now. Busy meetin’ this mornin,’ but we got loads done luckily,” he says, the sound of his velvet black boots soft on the tiling, blending into the sounds of the firm, as I call it. “Hmm, I liked tha one song ya sent me from Cage tha Elephant, so ‘ll hafta give this one a try, too. Thanks, babe.”

“Mmmhmm,” I hum, distractedly. My chin falls into my hand and the pastel purple of my nailpolish blurs in front of me.

“Alright there? Not still worryin’ ‘bout yer review inna few, are you, Becks? I told ya you’ll do great, y’know I have nuthin’ bad t’ say ‘bout how yer doin.’ ‘Course I hafta come up with sumthin’ t’ work on with you, but that’s jus’ ‘cause I can’t avoid it.”

“What?” I respond quickly, looking up to find his squinty eyes at me. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just nervewracking.”

“‘s jus’ Myles, bug. There’s nuthin’ t’ worry ‘bout, I already told him how ya’ve been doin,’ and winnin’ last week’s case t’getha, t’ top it off,” he remarks with a glow in his voice.

Nodding, the words poise to jump from my lips, but just then the door opens, “Sorry about that, let’s get started now that Harry’s made his fashionably late arrival, like always.”

“Hey, watch it, My.’ Seems yer no betta,” Harry jests, fingers decorated with rings coursing through his short curls.

“I actually had a good excuse, mind you,” Myles says, falling into the chair behind his desk.

“God, it’s like my first interview all over again. Harry’s late and you’re both arguing like an old, married couple,” I joke with a small laugh, crossing my ankles and folding my hands.

“Sure are,” Harry agrees aloud with a loud air kiss to Myles, scooching his chair towards the desk with a warm smile sent my way.

“So, Becky,” Myles begins, pulling out a stapled document that somehow embeds fear into my bones, quickly ignoring the assurances Harry has showered me with. “Harry’s been telling me that you’re doing great, and things are going well six months in.”

“Yes, very well, actually. Learnin’ loads,” Harry adds in, leaning back in the twin office chair while a hand gets lost in his hair, per usual.

“So I’ve heard. How are things going in your opinion, Becky?”

“Thank you, Myles,” I say, trying not to laugh as the two men exchange annoyed looks. “I’m really happy here and like Harry said, I’m learning lots. I couldn’t have asked for a better teacher than him.”

“I dunno if I agree with that,” Myles quips and my humorous boyfriend shakes his head with a perturbed sigh. “I’m joking, Hare, and Becky, I’m very glad to hear that. We’re all very happy to have you here and part of the team. Somebody, especially.”

“Would ya shuddup, My’?” Harry groans with a click of his tongue, but when I meet his eyes, he’s anything but annoyed with the sunshine he sends my way.

“Told ya yer review’d go great, babe. Ya should listen t’ me mo.’”

“Would you hush?” I say. “Of course you’d say that.”

“What’s that s’posed t’ mean?” Harry asks, all confused.

“You just have a big head, that’s all,” I answer, opening the car door and stepping out into the humid garage.

“Hey, would ya stop givin' me a hard time ‘bout havin’ a big head? It hurts me feelings.”

“I didn’t mean it that way, but does it hurt your feelings if I mean you have a big ego, too?” I explain, toeing off my sandals in his entryway.

“Yes,” he whines, dramatically. It pulls a laugh from my lips that sounds around the empty house, it soon coming to life as I flick on some lights. “Harper sure was adorable callin’ you Anty Becky t’night.”

“I know, I loved it. Her birthday was fun. Thanks again.”

“Oh, don’t thank me, love. Thank her. She was tha one who made you a handmade invitation, not moi,” he comments warmly, the jangling of his keys accompanying his words. “Thank you, I know it wasn’t ‘xactly convenient with t’day, and ev’rythin.’”

“No, it’s okay. It was a lot of fun, you know I love your family.”

“I know, it makes me happy. Thank you, Becks,” he says, pulling on my hand until I follow into the dining area, and then onto the sofa.

“Welcome, Harry. Do you want to watch an episode of FRIENDS, or a few, before I go home?”

“I was thinkin’ ya could stay tha night again, if ya wanna. Figured we should do sumthin’ t’ celebrate tha big 6,” he announces, his voice teeming with excitement, guiding my eyes to his figure behind the kitchen island. I’m startled when the cork pops from the dark bottle, squealing with a hand to my mouth. “Want a glass?”

“Yes, please. And there’s chocolate cake hidden in the fridge that I saved for tonight.”

“Jus’ look at you, spoilin’ me,” Harry says with a clicking of his tongue, soon drowned out by the opening of drawers, and clinking of silverware.

Humming under my breath, I splay out on the sofa with the remote in hand. Pressing on the different arrows, I wait for the right screen to load while I scroll through my phone.

“Here ya go,” he announces, setting down a plate with slices of chocolate cake, and two wine glasses half filled with a sparkling liquid. “‘s Prosecco, hope that’s okay.”

“Yeah, I like that too. Thanks, babe.”

“Yer welcome, love. Oh, don’t wanna f’get this, no, I don’t,” he says, and a moment later, a small wrapped box arrives on my lap.

“Harry,” I begin in protest, but sitting down next to me, he doesn’t let me continue.

“Don’t worry, jus’ open it.”

“I was going to say that I didn’t get you anything for our six month today,” I tell him with emphasis in my voice. He shakes his head while taking a bite of the cake, swiping at his tongue dotted with crumbs.

“There’s nuthin’ I want- jus’ open it, Becks. Please,” he insists, nodding at the present and looking away quickly to stab at the cake again.

“Okay then,” I tease, sitting up and crossing my legs. “Harry Styles, this better not be a you-know-what ring.”

“‘s not, babe. Ya still haven’t given me that answer, so ‘course not,” he explains with a mouth full of cake, and crazily, I love him all the more for it. Shaking my head at the smirk he wears, I tear at the metallic, purple wrapping paper until I arrive at a white, square box the size of my palm. “Maybe ya could gimme an answer t’ anotha question I have instead,” Harry says slowly, right as I pry the top off to find a lone, purple house key waiting for me.

“What?” I laugh without thinking a thought about why, or how, and every other thing in between. Looking up and away, I find his dimpled cheeks the near color of roses. A laugh wheezes from his lips as he sets down the plate on the table, but I find it hard to focus on as my heart begins a race inside my ribs.

“I meant it when I said tha other night that I wanna fall asleep next t’ ya ev’ry night, babe. So, what d’ya say t’ sleep overs with me ev’ry night, hmm? Will ya move in with me, Becks?” and just like that, it all clicks inside of my head, even though I had put a few of them together just a moment ago.

Plucking the key from the box, I rub it between my fingers, and then my eyes return to him, like everything always does. His bottom lip is riddled with indents from his chattering teeth, as if his eyes like a meadow weren’t boring into me already.

“Becks, love?” he murmurs softly, anxiously. A curve arrives on my lips, mere moments before I cross the sofa and jump onto his lap. His peppery, vanilla scent swims around me while his ever contagious laugh does the same, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. “Bloody hell, woman, can I get that answer from ya already or not?”

Giggling, I at last pull away from hugging him and come to feel the days of stubble littering his cheeks, just how I like it. The flecks of gold and ivory in his eyes catch the light as they dance over my face, and I wonder what he sees in mine as his fingers get lost in my hair. I wonder if he sees the answer before I say it, because what else would it be but, “Of course, Harry. There’s nothing I’d want more.”

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mattygraygubler · 4 years

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our campus: chapter 4 (tom holland fanfic)

summary: frat!tom and reader go to the same college and y/n is tasked with being his tutor, they don’t really get along at first (because i love reader and tom hating each other trope)

warnings: none ?????

word count: 2.1k

a/n: so many texts and so much dialogue fuckin kill me also texts are bold

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“I don’t know what you did to get her to give you a second chance, but I need to warn you.” Ally said. Tom turned to look at her, they had only ever spoken when necessary for theater stuff.

“Warn me?” He asked.

“Y/N can make your life either very, very good or very, very bad. She has most of the professors in this school wrapped around her pinky. And she doesn’t make it obvious, but she’s the smartest person I’ve ever met. She can really help you if you let her.”

“Well, thanks.” He said awkwardly and turned back to his stuff.

“One more thing.” Ally said. Tom turned again and raised his eyebrows. “Don’t you dare catch feelings.” “Seriously? No need to worry about that.” Ally scoffed.

“I’m serious, Tom. Don’t. She doesn’t need that right now.”

“Yeah, fine, I get it.” He said.

“Alright guys let’s get started.” Gigi said, signaling rehearsal was about to start.

* * *

It was finally Friday, and your phone was blowing up as you walked to the library. Class had gotten out late, so you were walking as fast as possible so you wouldn’t be late to your meeting with Tom.

if Y/N is ok with it its fine with me

i still dont know how i feel about this

pretty pretty please guys i really like this guy and he really wants me to go

You

what are we talking about i was in class

harrison invited em and all of us to the delt party tonight

and i said we shouldnt go bc of what happened

plus isnt tom a delt? wouldnt that be a bit awk?

You

honestly i couldnt care less. after the week ive had im gonna too blacked to even realize where we are

lets take it to a vote

aye

nay

You

im abstaining

the ayes have it! delt BABEEEYYYY

ill have harrison put us all on the list

You

glad we got that sorted ill see u guys at mine at 8

You walked into the library, checking your watch and seeing it was 4:02. You bit your lip. Hopefully he didn’t give you any crap for being late.

You walked quickly into hlab, and you knew you looked like a crazy person. Your bag was falling off your shoulder, you had a coffee in your hand and your water bottle tucked under your arm, and your phone in your other hand.

You scanned the room and saw Tom sitting across from Max, both of them had books out.

“Hi,” you said breathlessly. Max slid over a seat so you could sit across from Tom. “So sorry I’m late, crazy day.”

“No worries dar-” You heard him start to say darling, but stopped himself. “No worries. It’s only 2 minutes after.”

“How long have you been waiting?” You asked.

“Max and I have been hanging out for a while, not a big deal.”

“Speaking of, I’m on alc duty for tonight so I better go.” Max said, did his stupid handshake with Tom, and walked out.

Hlab was almost empty except for some freshman. Most people don’t like studying on a Friday, who could blame them?

“So I got a copy of your lectures from this week. What do you want to start with?”

“I don’t care.”

“Ok, what is currently confusing you the most?” He thought for a second before saying “Astronomy.” You nodded.

“Great, grab your notes and your textbook.” He pulled out a notebook and his laptop, opening the online textbook. You pulled out your laptop and a pen and highlighter.

“May I?” You asked and pulled his notebook to your side. You went through his notes, circling certain things with the pen and highlighting others.

“These are really good, Tom. I like how you put question marks next to things that confused you.” He laughed.

“Do I get a gold star?” He joked. You rolled your eyes.

“So phases of the moon.” You started.

“Wait a second,” he said after you had been talking for a while. “You’re telling me that the moon doesn’t actually, like, change?”

“It’s all shadows.” You replied. He nodded and seemed to finally be getting it.

“The phases will most definitely be on your next lab, which isn’t open note, so make sure you memorize them.” You said. “Let’s move onto stats.” He groaned. “What?” You asked.

“Statistics is so stupid. Letters and numbers shouldn’t go together.” You rolled your eyes.

“Stats is easy, I promise you. This is the first unit, all we’re doing is descriptive statistics and graphing. Let’s start with some vocab.” You said, highlighting certain words in his notes.

Once you could see his brain was about to explode, you moved onto writing.

“There’s not much to talk about, just email me your most recent paper so I can go through it and look for themes we need to discuss.”

‘“Themes?” He asked.

“You know, on going issues that need to be addressed.” He nodded and emailed you his paper, which you would read tomorrow. You heard your phone buzz and took a quick glance.

al dont be upset

then dont give me a reason to get upset

what is it

……….. It’s themed

are you kidding? were not freshmen, i dont wanna go to a stupid themed frat party

its blackout !!!! itll be fun i promise

You turned your phone back down and didn’t realize you had an upset look on your face.

“Everything ok?” He asked.

“Just arguing in the group chat.”

“Do you need to go?” He asked.

“No, no, just arguing about tonight.”

“What’s tonight?”

“Tonight is not related to political conflict, which is what we should be talking about.” He laughed.

“Do you ever have fun?”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m serious, do you ever have fun, or do you just go to sleep surrounded by planners and textbooks.”

“That’s not funny. There’s a lot more about me that you don’t know.”

“Clearly.”

“So we’re starting off with socioeconomic issues over time and the class strugle. Did you read the Marx chapters?”

“Yup. Didn’t understand a word of it.”

“Ok, let’s get into it.” You said and began rambling about the bourgeoisie and the communist manifesto. Politics was your favorite subject, you could talk about it for hours.

You were having a really good discussion with Tom. It was global political conflict, and he was able to connect the themes to both America and England, which made you really pleased.

You were pulled out of your discussion when your phone vibrated.

pickin up panera anyone want anything

“Jeez it’s already past 6:30, I gotta go.” You said.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He said.

“No it’s not your fault, I get so into politics I lose track of time.” “I can tell.” He said as you both packed up your stuff.

“Wanna grab some food?” He asked.

“Sorry, can’t,” you said.

“Why, got a hot date?” He joked.

“Maybe,” you said.

“At least let me walk you to wherever you’re going.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Well where are you going?”

“Congression Hall?” You replied.

“Wait, you live there?”

“Uhm, yes? Me along with practically every other junior.”

“What floor?”

“8.” You said.

“Should’ve guessed.” He replied as you started walking across the quad.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Honors 8. I forgot you were in hc.” He was referring to the eighth and top floor of Congression Hall, which was reserved for the honors college juniors.

“Yeah.” You said simply.

“I’m on six, by the way.” He said. “That’s why I was curious. I’ve never seen you around there.”

“I’m not usually, I only really use it for sleep.”

“Of course,” he replied.

“I assumed you lived in a frat house.” You commented.

“Nah, next year.” He said with a wink. “Speaking of frat houses, there’s kind of this party going on at Delt tonight-”

“I’m aware.” You said, cutting him off.

“Ah, well, if you want I can get you on the list.” You smiled to yourself.

“No need, I’m already on the list.” You said.

“Oh?” He said, clearly embarrassed. “Because of delta nu?”

“Nope.” You said, not offering any other information.

“Well maybe I’ll see you there then.”

“Even if you do see me there, I will be pretending I don’t know you.”

“Why?” He asked, clearly offended. “I run that house.” He joked, trying to play off the embarrassment.

“No offense, but your reputation would not be good for mine.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well I have a certain reputation in the greek community, and if people see me with you they’ll get the wrong idea.”

“The wrong idea?” He asked as you walked in the lobby of your building.

“Well, see, the thing is,” you said, stepping into the elevator. He pressed the button for six and eight. “I have certain standards. If people see me with you, they’ll think I’ve…”

“Wow, you are really uptight, aren’t you?”

“Excuse me?”

“Certain standards? Jesus christ, you’re not the queen, Y/N. And I don’t have a bad reputation. But god forbid I don’t live up to your ‘standards.’” He said, storming off the elevator without another word, clearly upset. You sighed. Good job, Y/N.

Tom got to his room and threw his stuff on the floor, collapsing on his bed. His head hurt from all the tutoring, and trying to focus on not staring at your lips.

delt juniors

Tom

aight important question guys

Cal

whats up tommy

Tom

do you guys know a girl called Y/N Y/L/N? shes a delta nu

Joey

dan knows her ;)

Cal

fuck, Y/N? what are you doing with her?

Tom

shes tutoring me stop buggin

Max

i know her which u know shes in hc with me

Liam

oh danny DEFINITLY knows her

Will

who doesnt know Y/N? shes a hot commodity

Tom

what do you mean?

Cal

shes like the perfect girl next door, totally hot and so smart which just makes her hotter

Will

doesnt help that shes a huge fuckin flirt AND can hold her alc

Joey

dan is being suspiciously quiet……..

Dan

shut up joe

Liam

care to share with tommy your story with Y/N, daniel?

Dan

i hate u all

fine

i was like in love with her freshman year

and i thought she was into me too

and we made out a couple of times but nothing else

the second she found out i was in delt she stopped talking to me

like complete radio silence

Tom

wtf? Why?

Cal

she doesnt fuck with delts

thats like common greek knowledge

Will

maybe its because shes gonna be dchi sweetheart?

Joey

nah theres gotta be something else

Harrison

well i just put her on the list for tonite

Tom

wait YOU put her on the list?!

Harrison

yeah i invited her friend Emily Gold and she doesnt go anywhere without Y/N and these two other girls

Cal

Ally Park and Isabelle Miller

Harrison

yeah howd u know?

Cal

theyre like those cool girls from high school everyones obsessed with that are just out of everyones league

Tom

wow american high schools are so weird

Dan

tom if u wanna get with her i wont be pissed

Tom

nah like you said she hates delts, and after three tutoring sessions with me i guarentee i am her least favorite delt ever

Liam

theres no fuckin way she shows up tonight

she wouldnt be caught dead at a delt party

Noah

wait you said Y/N Y/L/N may come tonight????

DIBS

DIBS DIBS DIBS

I CALL DIBS

Cal

noah u seriously show up just to call dibs?

Noah

yeah bro have u seen her? if she comes tonight and any of you try to cockblock me i stg ill deck you

Dan

pretty sure tommy has rightful dibs to this one

Tom

nah fam she hates me so fuckin much

let noah try his luck

i doubt she’ll even show

Max

she’ll show.

Tom

what makes u say that?

Liam

max does know her best

Max

she and ally and emily and isabelle are ride or die. they circulate who picks what party they go to and if its emilys turn and harrison somehow conviced her to go, Y/N wont miss it

Dan

she hasnt set foot in a delt house since freshman year, you seriously think she’ll show?

Max

five bucks says she does

Dan

youre on

Noah

i just wanna make it clear

that if she does show

D I B S

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kweebtrash · 5 years

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Want It With You (M)

Pairing: Johnny x OC

Genre: Harry Potter AU, Friends to Lovers AU, Smut, Fluff

Summary: Johnny is a sweet and caring Hufflepuff Prefect that has a way with animals and wants to be a Magizoologist. Alomena is a Slytherin who would rather spend her time in the library and in the greenhouses taking care of plants and helping them grow. They were an unlikely pair that everyone thought was strange but they were brought together by their half muggle blood. A secret room in the upper levels of the castle gives them privacy to hang out and forget about the stresses of school life. But after Alomena has a rather...interesting dream about Johnny she realizes that maybe they're more than just friends.

Warnings: brief talks about death

Features: Sweet/soft sex, shy and awkward moments, oral, fingering, riding, a bit of nipple play, a lot of caressing and kissing,

Word Count: 8.6k

A/N: This was for a smut prompt request (please dont request more at this time). the following prompts were requested. 53. we’re not just friends and you fucking know it, 55. what? does that feel good?, 57. if we get caught i’m blaming you.” 58. we have to be quiet, 59. tell me again, 60, you have no idea how much i want you, 61. say it. 62. if you dont like my teasing then why are you moaning, 67. i really want to kiss you right now. 82. friends dont do this kind of shit!

A/N pt 2: WE GON PRETEND HOGWARTS A COLLEGE BC I DONT DO THAT H.S. AU SHIT. Johnny and Alomena are both 21+ and also this time line is in present day rather than the late 80′s/90s of the original story. Alomena is a Herbology major, Johnny is in Care for Magical Creatures. Also i feel like this sucks??

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I was holed up in the library as usual, studying my life away. I didn't mind it all too much. Learning new things was my favorite past time and I loved to expand my mind and drink in information. I also particularly devoted to reading about plants; their uses, their poisons, and what potions they could make. It came with being a herbology major after all. I scribbled my quill pen against the piece of parchment that I had jotted several paragraphs worth of notes onto. It was at times like these that I wished I could go back home and be reunited with my laptop. The wizarding world thought so little of muggle technological advances but typing on a keyboard was way less annoying and definitely faster than having to dip a pen in ink every three seconds. I did miss the muggle world; it was hard being half muggle, half wizard. From the judgment, to the prejudice, to the feeling like I was in the stone age, it made me homesick more often than not. I typically tried not to get too much into my feelings about missing home but some days were harder than others. I flipped the page of the thick text book I was reading and sighed deeply, getting ready for another chapter. Just then I felt fingers jab at my sides making me sit up straight.

"Gotcha!"

I looked up at the tall figure hovering behind my chair and rolled my eyes. "Johnny, be quiet! This is a library." Johnny was my best friend, you could say. He, too, was half muggle, half wizard and we had somehow bonded together during our first few years at Hogwarts. He had been a complete failure at herbology and took it upon himself to greet me so loudly and passionately that it scared my introverted being to the core. He then begged and pleaded, almost groveling on his knees, for me to help him pass the class. I found him utterly annoying and I knew right off the bat that he was a damn Hufflepuff. They were my second least favorite house, Gryffindor being the first. Some would say that was very stereotypical of a Slytherin but I wasn't one to frolic with energetic people. Johnny however was the exception and I had developed the biggest soft spot for him.

"Aw c'mon, weren't you at least a little scared?" He pulled out the chair beside me and plopped down, giving me a big cheesy grin.

"You know nothing trivial like that scares me so I don't know why you even try. Aren't you supposed to be off doing prefect things with the children?" I glanced down at the badge that gave him more responsibilities than most students here. Usually, he had to tend to the younger students that were just joining Hogwarts and be their mentor. He had a certain following and they seemed to enjoy his presence, taking to his bright personality quickly. The female students most certainly took to him too. He was the talk of the halls and it didn't matter what house they were in, every girl found Johnny to be utterly charming. I admitted to myself a long time ago that I did find him attractive and that his awkward laugh made me crack a smile every so often. I enjoyed his height and the comforting hugs he gave that warmed my body perfectly. And I especially enjoyed the time we spent in our secret room.

Our secret room was a small closet tucked away in a hallways on a floor that seemed deserted. The level was closer to the roof of the castle and barely a soul traveled through. We had no idea what it the room was for or why it was there. There hadn’t been any protection or disguise spells when we had first encountered it and it wasn’t an entrance to a secret passageway. It was just...there. There was a lone window that gave view to the quidditch practice field. I took no interest in watching the players but Johnny did every once in awhile. His other best friend, Jaehyun, was captain of Gryffindor’s house team and Johnny was his number one supporter. Other than watching Jaehyun practice, Johnny and I spent many nights curled up in the blanket fort we had created, projecting movies from our cell phones which we cherished so much. That was also a secret of ours, never revealed to the other students that were forced to live in the past. Those nights made me feel a little less homesick and like I wasn't alone.

"Nah, not until later on during patrols. I'm free right now and if you're not too busy shoving your nose in some musty old books we could," He lowered his voice to a barely audible whisper. "Sneak away."

I perked up a bit at the idea. "How are we going to get up there without anyone noticing? Usually we go at night."

"We've gone a few times during the day, it's not that hard. Take a break and come with me."

He was a pro at convincing me to do things with him. I closed the textbook and used my wand to return it to its proper home. I gathered up my writing supplies and looked around, taking caution to monitor that no one would catch onto our plan. "Let me put this in my room and I will meet you up there, ok?"

He kissed my cheek and got up from the chair. "Awesome! I'll see you there." He left the library, only tripping slightly on nothing but air in his usual clumsy fashion. I made my way to the Slytherin door, saying my password to the painting and sliding through. I had to face my biggest enemy-the common room- just to get to my bed which was the furthest away in the girls dorm area. I always had to dodge around students that were hanging out to avoid socializing at all costs. I was deemed as an outcast, even in my own house. It never felt that I was quite welcomed so i busied myself in the library and the greenhouses. Plants made me the most happy. They didn't (usually) talk back to you, though they were great listeners. Taking to plants also put a scarlet letter on my back as the “house crazy” but that didn’t matter. Communicating with plants was important to me, another form of escapism and a way of honing my craft.

I dumped my supplies off and exited the space with some curious stares coming my way but I was mostly ignored. Bit by sneaky bit, I traversed to the secret room, looking over my shoulder in constant fear of getting caught. I managed to get there unnoticed and shuffled my way through the door, shutting it gently behind me. “I’m here.” I said, sighing a breath of relief. Johnny was already laying down in our blanket fort, robe and sweater vest tossed aside with his sleeves rolled to his elbows. He was reclined against the pillows with his hands behind his head as he smiled at me. “Come here, we have some episodes to catch up on.” He patted the space beside him and i sunk down onto the pile of blankets, smoothing out my skirt as i laid down. He removed his cell phone from his pocket and loaded up our favorite tv app. He used his wand to help project the show in front of us, giving us a better view. I settled against him, resting my head on his shoulder and holding onto his wrist. Occasionally, we held hands but lately that simple motion was making my heart palpitate and my stomach quiver with anxiety. I settled for his wrist as it helped me feel a bit more secure with my emotions. Hours passed so calmly that I somehow managed to fall asleep during our fourth or fifth episode.

The dream I had was so vivid that it was frightening. Johnny had been on top of me, naked and looking into my eyes with a sweet smile on his face. He was thrusting into me, slowly and gently, cooing sweet words into my ear and running his hands all over my body. I held onto his strong arms, gasping and moaning every time a jolt of pleasure wracked through me. He was stunning and glowing in the candle lit area of our room. His lips morphed into his own moans that were like baritone notes in a symphony of pleasure. He was perfect in every way and I hated it. This wasn't supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to dream about my best friend like this. It was improper and way past weird. But my mind continued, ignoring my rational will to halt the lust filled thoughts. His lips were on me then, full, warm, with a feeling akin to the happiest memory I had. He was so full of love which only added onto me fear. My heart skipped beats and drove me to never want to leave from my place beneath him. I wanted to stay in my dream forever.

“Mena!” I heard my nickname in the midst of my dream and snapped up, gasping deeply. The room had darkened as it was now nighttime but Johnny had apparated a few candles to illuminate the space. I saw his face, half casted in shadows of the flames as he looked at me with concern. “You were making kind of weird noises in your sleep. Are you okay? Was it a nightmare?”

My whole face flushed and I couldn't bear to face him. I panicked and quickly scrambled to my feet. “I-I have to go. I-I’m sorry, Johnny!” I grabbed onto the door handle and ran as fast as I could, not even daring to look back at him. I heard him calling out to me but I didn’t stop until i made it back to my dorm. I threw myself onto my bed and stared up at the draped canopy as i tried to get my heart to stop racing. What the hell was that? How could i think about Johnny in that way? I had never thought of anyone like that before. It was completely out of left field. I covered my face that felt like it was burning, wanting to scream my lungs out. What was I going to do now? Had I been moaning in my sleep? Did he suspect anything? My mind was a jumbled mess and i figured a hot shower and some rest would solve it. I closed the canopy curtains so i could undress and felt the recognizable feeling of wetness on my panties. Oh come on! I ripped off my underwear, almost falling onto my face in the process, and slammed them onto my bed. This was not going to happen. Not now and not ever. I pulled on my robe along with my slippers then grabbed my shower caddy. I was determined to wash away this embarrassing dream from my mind completely.

Except I couldn’t. With the emptiness of the bathrooms and the cover of the water pouring onto the tiled floor, I dug my fingers into myself, panting as i tried to recreate how full and thick Dream Johnny felt inside me. Not only did I have a wet dream about my best friend but now I was touching myself to thoughts of him too. What was I thinking? Well, right now, I was thinking of getting off as fast as I could and furiously rubbing my clit to get me there before anyone caught me. I remembered the peaceful face he made while he was inside me, gently biting his lip with eyes closed, eyelashes dusting the tops of his cheeks, and the sounds he made. It had been right in our blanket fort, making it so much more special. It was intimate and everything I had ever wanted to experience. It felt like it made up for the few encounters I had with other men that left me unsatisfied and unimpressed. But Johnny was different. He cared about me and per my dream, I knew he was devoted to making me feel good. I know I would want to pleasure him as much as possible too. Anything to hear his deep groans in reality.

When I came I had to brace myself against the shower wall to try and stay propped up on my shaky legs. My head was now under the stream of water, dousing my curls and making them cling to my face. It snapped me out of my lustful vision and made me realize that I needed to get it together. I held my dirty fingers under the water, washing away the cum and telling myself that this was just a one time incident. No more, no less.

It was difficult but I hadn’t seen Johnny for a few days, mostly because I was still too embarrassed to face him but also because he was suddenly getting more busy with his responsibilities. I missed him dearly but I felt like I had no idea how to approach him anymore without visualizing him naked and on top of me. I spent my time doing what i did best-avoiding people in the greenhouse. I was wrist deep in dragon dung as I worked to repot some Venomous Tentacula. I was all alone in the greenhouse, just the way i liked it. I was free to hum a tune I created in my head while I looked over the plant, making sure it liked it's new home. "Hopefully you'll grow a little bit better here. You hated that terribly dry spot in the corner, didn't you? I know, sweetie." Even the most fussy and volatile plant could calm down under my voice.

"Talking to plants again, huh Ms. Crowley?"

I looked in the direction of the voice and saw Johnny walking towards me with his hands behind his back. I stood up straight as my heartbeat quickened. I wasn't expecting him to show up but it was a habit of his to come unannounced.

"U-um what do you want?"

"To give you my peace offering." He held out a small packet of fluxweed seeds. "It's not special but I know you love making healing potions."

I set my dragon hide gloves down on the table and removed my apron. I took the seed packet and looked up at him. "What do you mean by peace offering?"

"Well the last time we were together I figured I did something wrong with the way you ran out so fast. You haven't talked to me since soooo...here I am."

"Oh….nothing was your fault." I suddenly felt like an idiot for making him think I was mad at him. I just needed time and space to get my head on straight but one look into his honey colored eyes and i was instantly transported back into juvenile thoughts of romanticism. "I'm not mad, I promise."

"Sweet! I was seriously worried for a second. But now that that’s over with, can I interest you in a date?"

"W-what?!" I dropped the seeds instantly and fumbled to catch them. Johnny managed to get them when I failed and chuckled.

"I meant do you want to hang out? I’ve missed you so much.”

I tucked a few curls behind my ear and stared down at my dirt covered uniform shoes. “U-um...that sounds good. D-Do you want to meet in our room?”

“Actually, i was thinking we could be a little bit more adventurous.” He said with a mischievous smirk.

“Oh? What do you mean?”

“The Forbidden Forest.”

That certainly peaked my interest. I was a fan of the flora while Johnny was a fan of the fauna. Being a future Magizoologist, he was always eager to discover what creatures hid within the forest and which ones he could make friends with. He thought all creatures were cute no matter what they looked like and he had the ability to tame the wildest beasts in a heartbeat. We were similar in that fact. Passionate and with a certain knack for handling what most people wanted to stay away from. Though of course the forest was obviously forbidden sneaking in was all part of the fun. I smiled and nodded in agreement. “Let’s do it.”

“Ok, meet me there when the moon’s the fullest. I’ll leave you some signals so you’ll know where I’m at.” He kissed my forehead and gave my arm a little squeeze. “I’ll catch you later, ok? I told Jaehyun I would watch him practice today.”

“Did you mean get annoyed at the crowd of girls that scream every time he pushes back his hair?” Or squeal when you sit in the stands? I thought bitterly.

He chuckled. “Yeah. it’s not my favorite thing to do but he’s my friend and he needs me.”

“Have fun dealing with your bleeding eardrums. I’ll see you later.”

He gave me another one of his signature smiles and zipped out of the greenhouse, leaving me to clutch the little packet of seeds to my chest. It was just hanging out, like we always did. Nothing special. I just had to keep telling myself that. I set the seeds on the desk, sighing deeply as I slipped my gloves back on. Getting back to work was the best way to keep my mind occupied and away from all thoughts surrounding Johnny.

After a few hours in the greenhouse, i went back to the dorm to shower so I didn’t smell like soil and poisonous flowers. As i finished dressing in a warm green sweater and black leggings, i stared out the dorm window. The moon was hiding behind a few sparse clouds but it was full and heavy, beaming a perfect cast of light over the castle grounds. I bit my lip wondering if it was the right time to leave. It was driving me crazy just waiting. I got up and tucked my wand in the band of my leggings and crept through to dorm, trying to make as little noise as possible. With how much I crept around I might have as well been a burglar or a spy. I knew the paintings would try and rat me out and possibly the castle ghosts as well so I tried to take the path with the least possible amount of snitches.

Once I hit the castle grounds I decided to play it a bit safer and use a Disillusionment Charm to blend into my surroundings. It was way past curfew and I couldn't risk any repercussions for leaving the dorm, especially to go to the Forbidden Forest. My eyes caught sight of a tiny Bowtruckle that beckoned me to follow it. It must have been Johnny's "sign". I kept a few steps behind it, afraid that I might crush it. It finally lead me to a small clearing where I saw Johnny petting a giant Thestral. I fell back, shocked that such a creature would be within the forest and also because...I could see it-Johnny could see it. Thestrals only revealed themselves to people who had faced death and accepted it. It hurt my heart to realize he had gone through pain and anguish but he seemed so comfortable with the extremely rare creature, even placing a kiss on its skeletal nose.

I use Revealio to uncast my Disillusionment Charm and slowly got to my feet. If Thestrals didn't find a person worthy or a non threat they would attack in an instant and I certainly did not want to die today. "Johnny!" I whispered harshly. The Bowtruckle ran to him and tugged on his robes before crawling up to his shoulder. He turned towards me a gave me a warm smile.

"Come here." He beckoned. "She won't hurt you."

"How do you know that for sure?! Thestrals are-"

"Loyal, kind, and are very helpful. She trusts me and I trust her. Just like you speak to plants, I speak to creatures and she definitely understands that you're no threat. So come over here " He extended his large hand out to me and I tiptoed towards him, avoiding eye contact with the bat winged creature. Johnny took my hand and gently set it on the bridge of the Thestral’s nose. "There you go. See? She's not so bad."

He was right. In fact the creature seemed to enjoy the attention and bucked its nose towards me, brushing against my cheek. I chuckled nervously and continued to pet her, flinching when she outstretched her wings. They were way bigger than I anticipated and still intimidating. Johnny held onto my waist when i took a step back and swallowed hard. “Do you want to go for a ride?”

“What? Like...on her?! I thought it was illegal to ride them? We’ll get in trouble with the ministry!”

“Don’t be such a goody two shoes! Besides, we can’t fly but we can ride it like a normal horse, that way we don’t get caught. Here, I’ll help you up.” Johnny grabbed a hold of me as if I was a mere toddler and he was unaffected by my weight. He set me on the back of the Thestral before getting on himself and grabbing onto the mane. She started trotting slowly and i could feel every movement of bone beneath me which was a strange sensation. I gripped onto Johnny tightly, burying my face in his back. I didn’t want to seem like a scaredy cat but I also couldnt help it. “So...what happened?” He asked as he steered us through the winding trees.

“What do you mean?”

“You can see the Thestral which means...you know. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to but i thought I’d ask…”

“Oh…” I realized he was talking about me seeing death first hand and thus removing the creatures invisibility. “It was my sister. She was hit by a drunk driver and at first I was scared of seeing her body at the funeral. It was hard to accept that she was gone. I was only 6 and barely understood death back then. Everyone in my family kept telling me she was asleep but I knew she wasn’t just asleep. Eventually as I grew older, I found out more about the circumstances of her death. I was mad at my family for lying to me. I started visiting her grave soon after and I talked to her every time. It seemed like the flowers and grass around her grave began to grow when i spoke. That’s when I kind of knew I wanted to be in Herbology when I got here.”

He nodded solemnly and sighed. “I understand completely. I lost my mom when I was about 12. I delayed my studies here because I didn’t want to leave the muggle world. I felt like I would be letting go of the memories I had with her if I did. But I knew she would want me to experience this side of myself. That’s when I eventually asked if I could be accepted as a student.”

“I would have never imagined you had gone through something like that. You’re always so cheerful and happy. Everyone loves you.” I said softly.

He scoffed. “Yeah, well...it’s not always easy to pretend, but I do. I mean, don’t get me wrong, there are times when I’m genuinely happy and enjoying my life but there are also time where I dont want to be here and would rather be home. That’s when I hang out with you because you understand how i feel. I really enjoy when we’re together...like a lot.”

I squeezed myself to him tighter and was grateful that he couldnt see my blushing cheeks. My brain was swirling with a culmination of thoughts and feelings. I had finally come to accept the fact that my feelings were past that of friendship. I was starting to fall in love with him after seeing him in a new light. But i knew I was just a companion to him. He saw me as a place of comfort, not as a lover. I had to accept that sooner rather than later. After all, I really didn’t want to ruin our friendship with awkward revelations and confessions. We had a moment of silence between us and I could only hear the echoing of the plants and nightly creatures that surrounded us. We were getting further away from the moonlight too and the forest was becoming increasingly darker.

“I’m going to turn back now. I have to do another round of patrolling soon anyway.” He said.

“Ah, ok. I understand. I actually liked this. Even if I thought she was going to kill me."

"Nah, never. They're gentle and even though I can see and talk to her, they train all the Thestrals here so I'm not actually that special."

"Of course you are, Johnny. You have a way with her that no one else does. You're incredibly special." I straightened my spine so I could rest my chin on his shoulder and kiss his cheek but I missed as he turned his head in the opposite direction to guide the Thestral. Instead, my lips pressed against the warmth of his neck, making all three of us jump up. The Thestral squaked and reared herself up almost throwing Johnny and I off.

"Whoa girl! Calm down! I'm sorry I pulled your mane! It was an accident!" He pet her wings that were now extended and flapping, whipping up dangerous winds before lowering himself to rub her neck. "Ssshhhhh, I've got you. It's ok."

I held onto Johnny tighter so I wouldn't fall off and soon enough she settled down until all four hooves were on the ground. "I-im sorry. I-i didn't mean to um…"

He said nothing, only clicked his tongue as a signal to get her to turn in directions he wanted. I was astronomically embarrassed and had no idea what to say. I joined him in silence again until we reached the entrance of the forest. He helped me down and we said goodbye to the Thestral. I actually hoped I could see her again. "Do you need to be walked back to the castle or will you make it there by yourself?" He glanced down at his watch and shut off the beeping alarm that had begun to sound. He was going to be late for patrol.

"No, no. Don't worry. I'll be fine. Besides the night is nice. I wouldn't mind the sneaky stroll back." I laughed.

"Ok, cool. Thanks Mena! I'll see you around!" Without another word he apparated himself to get into the castle as he would have far less repercussions than I would have if I showed up in my dorm instantly. There wasn’t another word of the kiss incident so I figured we both put it behind us...hopefully. When I finally made it to my room safely I set my wand on my bedside table, closed my canopy, and discarded my clothes for my pajamas. Staring up at the canopied ceiling I couldn't help the gushing smile on my lips. If I thought about it, the whole thing with Johnny was a little romantic. Basically an evening horse ride though a private forest with no one else around. Was it actually a date? He had said so before in the greenhouse but quickly changed it to "hang out".

No Alomena. Friends don't do this kind of shit! They don't think about each other in that way. We are strictly friends! However, tonight was the second night that I touched myself to thoughts of him.

We had somehow began to spend more time together, if that were even possible. Our secret room was frequented so much that we added more pillows, candles, and blankets to our sacred space. We even managed to transfer some muggle electronics into the room; a tv and old video game set up for optimal entertainment. Rainy days were spent with me reading a textbook and Johnny sleeping on my lap, my hand running through his hair. It was serene and utterly perfect but I was digging my own grave. The longer we spent time together the more I found myself have sweet dreams (and not so sweet dreams) about him. I dreamt of his lips on mine, my hand being overwhelmed by his, my head against his chest, hearing his awkward little laugh as the result of something I said. I had it way too bad.

I had been planning, for weeks now, on ways to tell him. So much so that I could barely concentrate on anything else. I was distracted in classes and even lost a house point or two for messing up during lessons (which was bullshit by the way). It was eating me alive and I would rather have my body turn frigid and soulless by a Death Eater at this point. There was a night where I couldn't sleep at all. I felt sick to my stomach and my chest burned. I kept playing flashes of possible rejection and destruction of our friendship in my mind. I was scared shitless but it had to be done. I was over feeling like this. I prayed that I wouldn't lose my best friend. I was getting ready to text Johnny to see if he could meet me at our room but he beat me to the punch which surprised me. We had the same idea. He most likely wanted to hang out, which made me even more nervous and sick. Nonetheless, I got up from bed and pulled on my comfy sweater over my pajama tank top and shorts and began my creep crawling to the upper levels.

When I arrived at the door of our room, things seemed way to quiet. “Johnny? Are you here?” I whispered against the door. Suddenly it opened and he pulled me inside, setting me against the back of it. His hands were above either side of my shoulders, pinning me between him and the heavy wood.

“We have to be quiet. If we get caught I’m blaming you.” He hissed.

“Get caught? Why would we get caught? What’s going on?” He was making me more anxious than I already was. I watched as his adam’s apple bobbed with a heavy swallow that was followed up by a sigh.

“Look, I have to tell you something. Something important and I dont know how you’re going to react.”

“You’re freaking me out. Please just tell me. I can’t really take it tonight. I’ve been feeling weird all day.”

“Me too.” He agreed. “I can’t...I can’t...God, I just...I really want to kiss you right now.”

I was stunned and couldn’t move. My entire body felt a heavy fire wash over me and my thought processing shut down. He...he had been feeling the same thing I was? I had been too nervous to tell him and too afraid of losing our friendship but here he was wanting to kiss me? “But J-Johnny...we’re friends and I don’t-”

“We’re not just fucking friends and you know it! I know you feel something for me too. It’s been happening for weeks now. Tell me you feel the same way, Alomena. Say it.”

I swallowed hard and avoided his eyes. “I don’t want it to ruin our friendship. What if something goes wrong? It’s whats been keeping me away from you all this time. I don’t want to lose what we have, Johnny. I dont want to ruin the good memories we’ve made. Besides, you’re more outgoing. You can have any girl you want.”

“Alomena, you have no idea how much I want you. You and only you. I feel the most comfortable with you. We have a connection and I know it’s scary to jump into a relationship but I don’t think our friendship would be ruined. I trust you…” He let his hands slip from above my shoulders to rest on my hips. He pressed his forehead against mine and breathed softly against my lips. “Tell me you want me too. Please.”

“I do, Johnny. I do.” I finally confessed. It felt like a car had been lifted off my chest and I could finally breathe again. I wasn’t scared anymore. In fact, I was so happy. Happier than I ever imagined I could be. My best friend was now the love of my life and wanted to be with me. I reached up to cup his face in my hands and closed my eyes. “Kiss me.” I whispered.

He didn’t hesitate. Not one second. The moment his lips were on mine, our bodies were crushed together against the door. He was overwhelming me in the best way, covering me with heat and desire. I moved my hands down to his chest smoothing over the school uniform he still wore. He had probably just finished his patrols right before he texted but I did find it a bit naughty that he was fulfilling the age old school fantasy in a way. I felt his tongue pry at my lips then, catching me off guard as to how much he filled my mouth. He became curious about my body and no longer kept his hands on the safety of my hips. He was diving beneath my sweater and tank top, his slightly calloused skin flush against me and closing in on my breasts. I pushed him away then, crossing my arms protectively over my chest as he took a step back. "Johnny!"

"O-oh...I thought maybe you would want to...i-im sorry. I wasn't thinking." He hung his head low and fussed with his hair nervously.

"No, I'm sorry. I just...it was a lot at once."

"It's ok! It's ok! I don't mind waiting. I'm fine!"

I made my way over to the blanket pile and sat down, looking up at him. "Maybe we could go a bit slower?"

His eyes widened and he nodded eagerly. "Yes. Yeah. Sure. Absolutely."

I giggled at his dorkiness and grabbed his hand, pulling him down beside me. "Do you think it's gonna be weird? Seeing each other naked for the first time?"

Johnny shook his head. "No. I've been dreaming about this." He quickly covered his mouth. "I mean not in a creepy way! I just- it so happened that-!"

I pressed my finger to his lips. "I've dreamt about it too and maybe did some things I wasn't supposed to do."

"Like um…" His fingers danced across the smooth skin of my thigh before resting between them. "Here?"

I nodded and nibbled on my lip. "It's embarrassing to say now."

"No, please. Don't be embarrassed. I find it...incredibly sexy. I'm honored " He laughed.

I grabbed onto his tie gently and pulled him closer. "Have you done it to thoughts of me?"

"Oh totally. All the time. You are super hot in your uniform skirt."

"Johnny!!" I hit him playfully.

"Well it's true! I can't help it! I think your gorgeous. Is it okay if I see you now? You know without ...clothes."

Now it was my turn to duck my head. "You first." I said, hoping he would stall but he was way more confident than I was. His tie was cast aside then his button up and tank top underneath. My breath stayed trapped in my lungs when I saw him and I whipped around, trying to calm myself. I had no idea that he would have such a toned stomach and solid biceps like that. When the hell did he find time to work out?!

"Mena? Should I stop?" He asked, concerned.

No no no. Don't stop. Don't stop, please. But also if he looked like that up top what the hell did he look like down below? "U-uh, it's fine I just didn't think you would look like that is all."

"Look like what?"

“Like...all hot.” I cringed at my own awkwardness while Johnny just laughed and pushed me down gently. He propped himself up on his elbow and pushed my curls behind my ear.

“You can stop me at anytime you know that right? Even if I am really hot.”

I covered my face with both my hands and groaned. “Shut up!”

“Mena, you’re not a…”

“Oh god no. Just that, I haven’t really had any amazing experiences and it’s kind of lowered my expectations. No offense. Also it hasn’t happened in awhile…”

“Hmm,” He nodded. “Well then I just have to change that, don’t I?” He tucked his fingers under the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down, watching me for any signs of hesitation. My breaths were a little heavier but i diverted my eyes to avoid focusing on the way he was being so cautious with me. He wasn’t bombarding me or trying to get this over in a moments time. It was as if he wanted to drink in every ounce of me. He pushed my sweater towards my shoulders, nodding at me to help take it off. I tossed it beside us and instantly wanted to pull the blankets over me. “I didn’t think you would be this shy, especially around me.”

“I-i’m...just a little nervous is all.”

“Do you think i’ll hurt you or something?” His lips were now trailing from my knee and up my inner thigh in teasing kisses. He parted my legs gently and let his hand caress the skin of the other.

“Not at all! I don’t want to mess up either and make it not great for you.”

He popped his head up for a moment. “Don’t worry about me. I want you to relax.” He tugged on my panties and i lifted my hips an inch so he could pull them away. And there I was, bare and in front of my best friend that I had dreamt about for weeks. Now that the moment had actually come I had seized up with nerves but I was glad he was setting the pace. Lord knows I would have been the one fumbling around as if I were a Hufflepuff. He opened my legs wider so his broad shoulders could fit between them before adding a hesitant lick to my lower lips. My body jerked instantly and i gripped the blankets beside me. He settled his arm over my hips and prodded his tongue against me again, making lazy strokes and modest sucks. It felt...amazing. Such a simple act of taking the time to think about what I wanted made me flushed with eagerness. I tried to hide my giggle behind my hand but Johnny noticed.

“What? Does that feel good or…?”

I cupped the back of his head and smirked. “Very good. More Johnny.”

He had an excited smile before he dove back in with the strokes of his tongue, increasing speed. The tip would flick beneath my clit before sliding over it and taking it between his lips. He hummed around it which provided a tingling sensation that made me squirm. I bit onto my lip and tried to roll my hips beneath his anchored arm but he wouldn't let me budge. Over and over he tendered to the sweet area, occasionally dipping his tongue inside me and eliciting moans from deep within my chest. He was teasing me, I could feel it and was a squirming mess. "Johnnnyyyy," I whined. "Cut it out."

"Oh? You want me to stop?"

"Don't stop...that! But stop your teasing! It's annoying. I would like to get off at some point."

"if you dont like my teasing then why are you moaning?" He smirked.

I glared down at him, annoyed by his cockiness. "I'm gonna kill you."

He sucked his teeth and shook his head in disapproval. "Typical Slytherin. You're the one who said you wanted to go slow."

"Yeah but…" I pouted. "I didn't expect it to feel this good."

"I've got more planned, don't worry." He kissed above my clit then worked his lips over my stomach, nudging my tank top upwards like he had done with my sweater. I grabbed the hem and pulled it off before arching my back and pressing my chest towards him. He wrapped those daring lips around my nipple while his hand morphed over my other breast. Mewls were tumbling from my lips as I felt him press into me. He nudged his hips against my thigh and made the fullness of his uniform pants brush against the top. I worked my legs between his, settling myself against the center of his pants and making him groan deeply. "A-are you ok? Did I hurt you?"

He popped his lips off me and looked away. "Um...no actually. It feels…"

"I can touch you, um, if you want now."

"P-please?"

I nodded and wiggled out from under him. "Ok. I can do that." I pushed my hair back and reached for the zipper of his pants. "Is that all...like...you in there?"

He sat back on his elbows. "Well it's not my wand that's for sure."

I shoved at him playfully. "Stop! You jerk!"

He laughed and took my hand in his, kissing the back of it. "Is it...too much, you think?"

I unzipped his pants and wiggled them down, sucking in a breath when I saw how his boxer briefs clung to his form. "I hope not. My mouth is a little small so I hope I don't fuck up."

He shook his head and encouraged me to free him. I discard his underwear by his pants and lowered myself to the heavy heat between his thighs. I was nervous to say the least. He looked intimidating yet I was dangerously curious to have him inside me. I placed a few kitten licks to just his head, hearing him hiss softly. He laid back against the pillows and let me try to stuff his tip past my lips. It wasn't easy but he seemed to accept how my lips wrapped around him. Slowly, my tongue worked around the circumference, tracing ridges and sucking every so often. I broke my suction from him to drag my tongue up and down his shaft adding a bit of moisture so my hand could roam comfortably. He breathed out my name and dug his fingers into my hair when my thumb pressed into a particularly sensitive spot by his base.

It was my turn to smirk and tease him. I preferred to offer him strokes and lengthy licks rather than sucking on him completely. "Now who's being the tease?" He growled.

I shrugged and giggled. "Payback, Johnny." I sucked at the beads of precum that formed at his tip, not really enjoying the taste but being a bit satisfied at the way it coated my tongue. He guided my hand towards his balls, blushing as he would have rather showed me than say it. I lowered myself to them to grip them gently, adding pressure little by little so I would make sure not to hurt him. His stomach flexed along with his toes, curling tightly as his lips parted to groan. That sound was devilish and angelic at the same time. It made my heart flutter but I also knew it was pure sin and I yearned to hear more. I kissed his thigh before crawling up to his face. I planted a kiss on his lips and settled my wetness right over him. "I want to hear that sound coming from you all night."

He hiked my legs up high to his ribcage and moved his fingers behind me, stroking my slit and gathering the cum he left behind. "I'll trade you." He worked a single finger in and that was enough to make me bury my face in his neck. "Each one you give me I'll be sure to return the favor. How's that?"

I mewled softly and nodded, wiggling my hips back against his finger as I wanted more. My clit brushed over his shaft as I did so making both of us shyly moan out into the confined face. Soon enough another one of his slender fingers filled me, curling slightly and drawing more out of me. I cried out and gripped onto his free hand, entwining our fingers together so I felt like I had some stability. He bucked his thighs to work me forward so our lips could crash together again. Those kisses were going to damn me to hell with how addicting they were. He had a way with moving his full lips smoothly over mine and coaxing my tongue to meet his. Occasionally, he would give it a little suck which made a moan reverberate between us. "Do you...think you might be ready?" He asked during a small moment where we separated for air.

I looked down at him, searching his eyes for the gentleness and patience he always gave me. It was there, beneath his hormones running amok, and gave me that sense of comfort I had with him. I pushed his hair back and smiled, placing a quick kiss on him. "Yeah, I think I am. Oh, do you have a uh...um…"

"Oh! Ye-yeah. I kinda brought one with me just in case."

"You were planning on this from the start, weren't you?!" I pouted.

"I said just in case! I didn't know it was gonna turn out so well. But you're glad I have one, aren't you?"

I rolled my eyes and scooted off him. "I guess so...jerk."

He chuckled as he tore into the wrapper before sliding the condom on. "C'mere, silly…" He worked himself over me this time, making me victim to reliving my dream and staring up at all his beauty. This was the moment I had thought about, that I touched myself too, that I craved. All of my churning feelings that had driven me crazy for weeks lead up to this and it was finally happening. I didn't know what to feel but it was definitely a culmination of excitement and need. My fingers wrapped around Johnny's strong biceps as he guided himself to my entrance. His eyes were flickering from his cock to my face, gauging if everything was still alright. I gave him an encouraging nod and he pressed against me, pushing through just a bit.

I winced and dug my nails into his skin. He had to make miniscule thrusts before his head filled me completely and almost made my body collapse into the blankets. He shushed me gently, adding kisses everywhere and nuzzling my neck. He whispered sweet nothings to get me to relax and not focus so much on how he was stretching me further than I had been before. He knew it would be a bit uncomfortable for me and tried his best to take his time but I knew he needed that release as much as I did. "It's ok," I whispered in between kisses. "Please Johnny. Please."

He shifted his hips forwards adding inch by inch until he settled in as much as he could go. I felt a heavy warmth in the pit of my stomach and the sting of my body trying to accomodate, pulling me closer to him. He didn't move until I relaxed my lower half and sunk down more onto his shaft. By the way his brows furrowed and eyes squeezed shut I could tell that me wrapping around him was driving him insane. That first full thrust was enough to dive us into an abyss of never ending fever. His fluid movements became less and less overwhelming and more pleasurable to the point where I felt confident to roll him over and straddle his hips again.

"M-mena?" The look of surprise on his face was priceless. It was like his eyes didn't know where to even begin looking but was fixated on the way my body looked above him. I planted my hands on his chest and worked my hips in little circles, driving him deeper inside me. "Fuck, you look so gorgeous."

I flipped my hair over my shoulder and smirked at the boost of confidence he was giving me. I had to admit, taking control like this was enticing. Just as much as Johnny liked me on top of him, I loved the way he looked beneath me. He moaned louder as he tossed his head back against the pillow. His hands clutched at me, encouraging me to bounce rather than roll my hips. His own snapped against the back of my thighs to plunge deeper into my depths, making me feel all he had to offer. His moans shifted into haphazard breaths and growls that I never expected from him. I gripped his chin and pulled him into another heated kiss. He took the opportunity to force his hips harder, drawing out pathetic whimpers and whines.

I clenched tight as I felt an actual orgasm building inside me. It was the first time a man was helping me achieve it and it made Johnny seem like a damn godsend. That fact that he shifted his hand between us to massage my clit had me in love with him even more. That attention made my body shudder deeply and beg him not to stop. He chuckled as I got too loud and tried to shush me so I wouldn't draw any potential attention. I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth to silence myself as my body crackled with electricity. I wanted to scream out his name as my body caved in and shuttered with my harsh orgasm but I swallowed it down. I collapsed onto him in a heap of heavy breaths and he squeezed me into a bear hug. "I got you…" he said softly.

He always did. Always took care of me, even now during the first time we got together. He was perfect in every way. As I calmed down and enjoyed the way he rubbed my back, I came to the realization that he was still lying in wait inside me. I lifted my head from his chest and kissed him. "I want you to feel good too."

Johnny kissed my forehead lightly. "Would it be okay if I did it from behind? I kinda...like that."

"Of course. Whatever you need, Johnny." We shifted into the position, my back bowed deeply and face buried into a pillow that I clutched tightly. The sound of us crashing together had me blushing but the way he plowed rougher into me had my being rosy with ecstasy. I sunk my teeth into the pillow and fisted the case tighter, taking in the rougher side of my best friend that I had never seen before. This underlying secret turned me on even more and I willed him to keep going until my knees gave out and I couldn't walk. He pressed his chest into my back and reached out to grab both my hands, holding on tightly. My name was mixed in with staggered breaths and slightly deeper moans that showed him unraveling and seeping into the barrier that separated us.

I tried to keep us up but his weight and my weakening frame wasn't enough and we fell against our blanket nest. It was oddly comforting to be crushed beneath him though it was getting harder to breathe. "Johnny?"

"Hmm?" He hummed sleepily.

"You're crushing me."

"Oh! Sorry!" He pulled out gradually leaving a bit of my cum to flow out of me. I snapped my legs shut and curled up quickly, hoping he didn't notice. He discarded the condom beside us with a knot at the top to tend to later and spooned me tight, pulling the covers over us. "Are you comfortable staying here?"

"I'd rather be here than in the dorm with no privacy. I like our little spot."

He nodded against my hair and held onto my hand once more. "Maybe next time we can try to do it in the Forbidden Forest."

"Do you want to die??! What kind of proposition is that?!"

"I'm kidding! Kidding! But I wouldn't mind finding some other secret spots to call our own." I could already hear the smirk in his tone.

"Oh yeah, you're my boyfriend now and the pervert jumps out."

"Boyfriend?" He questioned.

I looked back at him. "Aren't we-?"

"Yeah but it just…" His cheeks flushed and he hid against my shoulder. "It's just nice hearing it finally."

I giggled and reached back to ruffle his hair. "Oh Johnny...you're such a hufflepuff."

#Johnny Fanfic #JOHNNY SMUT #johnny suh #johnny seo #nct 127 fanfic #nct 127 fanfiction #johnny nct #NCT #NCT 127 #harry potter #harry potter au #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #hufflepuff #slytherin #smut prompts #nct 127 smut

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pirotehnist · 5 years

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Farmer's Market- Chapter 6!

(Ok so first of all tw for: needles, mentions of death, body horror but not too much, sedation, violence, uuh what was left,,, idk this dude scrathes his hands?? Bc hes in pain? And i also talk abt his veins? Dunno pals just,, heads up)

The following morning the weather seemed to change drastically. The sky had gone grey and the wind was blowing, and it certainly wasn't helping that Monday and Toby have been keeping their window open since 5 AM.

-Doesn't this city make you sad? Monday asked out of the blue.

-I don't… understand you. ‘Not only now. Most of the time.’ thought Toby.

-I mean, do you realise it's a graveyard? We're a graveyard and a freak show altogether.

Toby stayed silent.

-I died, you did so too, and the Lady, and Marlene, and the people I passed on the street. We're dead. And Mr. Griffin's invisible and Salvador keeps his own head in a jar.

-Would you rather he keep someone else's? Toby couldn't stop himself. It seemed that whenever Monday was in a mood he was in… the opposite one.

-It wouldn't make a difference to me, she shrugged. Who knows what kind of freaks lurk in the shadows of this town.

Monday got up and streched once again. She was a little bit taller than Toby. Outside of their room they could hear voices talking, but couldn't make out what was being discussed.

They had their schdule planned out for the day. Almost everyone wanted to go to the library. Except for Pica and Maisie, who were out for a stroll in the city. And, well, Salvador, who only got out of his room to go to the kitchen, put an empty bottle next to the trash can and get a bottle of water. With bags under his eyes big enough to store the contents of a small supermarket, he just shook his head at the possibility of joining the others.

-We gotta keep an eye on him today. Make sure he eats at least once and doesn't touch another drop of liquor, sighed the Lady.

As the weather worsened she had to borrow some warmer clothes, and unfortunately Salvador was the only one whose clothes fit on her. ‘Well, you can't be 6'3 in a house of 5'7s and not expect any throwbacks’ she thought.

She couldn't just waltz right in and take a sweater from his closet, as Griffin usually suggested, so she made her request as short as possible. Salvador didn't mind.

The only other one who needed something warmer was Toby, but he had more luck. A raincoat was simply borrowed from Griffin and he was done.

Speaking of Griffin, he had his head pressed against the coffee table, as he had been having a terrible headache. He managed to bury himself into a sweater that looked like it belonged to someone at least a foot taller, which was because it did. It hung weirdly on him, considering the fact that he had no discernable form once again.

-Griffin, sweetie, remarked the Lady, maybe you should get visible again. You scared the librarian real bad last time, remember?

The other got up, mumbling something about being dizzy. He seemed wobbly, and the Lady tried to help him as he went up the stairs, but he shook his head. For a minute or so the others stood in silence, unsure of wether or not they should speak. And then it happened. The lights were on, the TV was on, and then they started flickering. The wind was roaring, the house felt like it might collapse. And as a horrible, painful shriek was heard from upstairs, the Lady shot up and rushed up the stairs, with the others following.

Griffin's room. And in the doorway stood Salvador, calmly inspecting the scene.

The room was immaculate, electrical machinery and chemicals arranged on the desk. And on the floor, in the middle of it all, Griffin.

The shriek had turned into a choked sob. He was oscillating between visible and invisible, shaking from head to toe. The room reeked of rubbing alcohol. His veins were clearly visible, and it was a horrendous sight.

-I am going to die! he spat out, sobbing. Something's wrong, wrong, again!

He was clawing at the top of his own hands, so hard he drew blood. He pressed his forehead against the rug and seemed to throw up a bit.

Salvador dug frantically through his drawers, and unwrapped a syringe. He took out a small vial, containing a liquid. He pierced the top and drew from it.

Griffin looked up with wide, red eyes and seemed perhaps a bit soothed when he saw it.

-Where do I inject it? Salvador calmly asked him as he lowered to his eye level.

-Is this, the Meda, you- you know, Mezadol?

‘Midazolam’ whispered the Lady, elbowing Toby. No one made a sound.

Griffin shakily extended a pale, bony wrist. It was… almost transparent. You could clearly see veins and bones, but that was about it.

Salvador seemed oddly calm about the situation. He counted the seconds between each doze, and it must've taken about 2 minutes. Griffin seemed to calm down, and stopped shaking. In the meantime, he made Griffin drink from another bottle, which had a light blue tint.

-Thank you, he whispered softly.

Salvador picked him up and laid him on his bed. His face was ghastly white, and some parts of him were still invisible to different degrees.

Lady Alligator was the first to break the silence.

-What in the world just happened?

-I'll get back to that in a minute, Salvador barely managed to answer before he quickly made his way to the nearest sink, in the bathroom down the hall, and threw up. Perhaps he wasn't as calm as he seemed.

He practically collapsed on the nearest chair as soon as he came back, and let out a sigh. Griffin was already unconscious by now.

He then got a small pack of bandages and bandaids, applied a disinfectant and started patching up the other's hands.

-This happened before, he sighed. Only once. He walked me through the process. This thing does something to his blood. If I was too slow he could've died before I even got to him. His heart would've stopped and… that was it.

He took Griffin's hand and looked closely at the blue veins that seemed to be floating above his hand.

-The chemicals I gave him, with the blue tint, are there to somehow fixate him. They keep him in his current state. Although, he was fully visible when it last happened.

-It must've been because of how the power kept going on and off earlier, stated Adalana. I remember him telling me once about something to do with electricity, I don-

-Hold on! Spoke up Salvador. He. Told you? he squinted. I've known him for years and he spoke about it only once. You've known him for about a day.

The Lady's expression could only be described as ‘I shouldn't have said that.’

-Adalana, he pressed on. How long have you known him for?

-He… worked with me for a bit, she shrugged.

-How long?

-Aaaaabout a year? she grimaced. But you can't blame me! You know I keep my work private. He's a damn good physicist and was useful in some cases.

-‘‘Can't blame’’ you? I can! he shouted. He's my best friend. You're my best friend too, he groaned. And, you two? The hell!

-It was work! Why are you so worried? she mused. You're way too protective with him, let the man have a life! The worst that can happen is for him to get hypothermia, AGAIN! Adalana rolled her eyes. And you already know how to handle that one.

God those poor souls in the doorway, who felt like they were watching their parents argue with no idea why.

-Let's just… leave mom, dad and our unconscious weird uncle to themselves, sighed Marlene. Come on, let's go downstairs. I want coffee and don't know how to make it.

A few minutes later, down came the Lady.

-What 'appened? asked Toby.

-Well, one thing's for sure. He sure ain't coming with us. He almost collapsed while talking, so I tried to take him to his room. But nooo! Our dear Griffin might wake up disoriented and panic! So long story short I moved in an armchair from whichever room was closer and he's trying to sleep in that one.

-And? piped up Pygmalion. We're still going to the library or not?

-As soon as we're all ready.

Which they were, so all 5 people managed to fit into the Lady's car, with Monday having shotgun privileges. Mainly because she was quiet.

Salvador was woken up by the sound of the doorbell, and the very weak shake of a hand on his shoulder.

Griffin still felt a bit confused when he woke up. And dizzy. He looked down at his hands. Patches ranging in visibility. They looked quite sickening to him. And on an armchair next to his bed, Salvador. His head was still exposed, he had been way too busy to even remember putting it back in its jar. Was he upset by him? He surely hoped not. Oh, that would hurt quite a bit.

And then came the horrid sound of the doorbell, echoing through the house. It almost pained Griffin, who was still adjusting to lights and sounds. Without thinking, he reached forward and lightly shook Salvador by the arm. Even sitting up still seemed quite an effort to him.

-Vince, he whispered.

He wondered if it came out wrong. It seemed too friendly for their situation. Still, ‘‘Salvador’’ seemed too cold.

-Vincent, he repeated. The door. Wake up.

The other opened his eyes and stared at him intently. They made an interesting contrast with eachother. Red eyes and green ones, white and black hair-

But that's not what matters right now.

-How do you feel? asked Salvador.

-I'm ok. Not in pain anymore, so that's better.

-You've gotten careless with your transformation, Jack. This is serious. And one day it could kill you.

That also seemed an interesting choice of names to Griffin. Yes, Salvador had quite a variety of names to choose from for him. ‘‘Jackson Claude Griffin’’ he remembered Salvador repeating after him when they first met. First and last time he heard him say it. Salvador prefered something shorter. ‘‘Griffs’’, in public mostly. ‘‘Jack’’ was… it felt weird. It was for the serious moments. Aaaand he was overthinking things again.

But even if he wasn't, he still wouldn't have an answer to give to him.

Salvador got up, and went to answer the door.

-Don't get up, he ordered.

He walked across the yard. The air was pleasantly cool, and it felt quite nice. For the first few seconds, because afterwards it just felt cold.

He opened the small gate. But instead of a familiar face, there were-

Two masked shapes. Shit. The blow of a bat, and Slavador was out cold. Laughter.

-Let's drag 'im into the house, hissed the taller one. Rabbit mask, feminine voice.

-And if he's not alone? asked the one with the cat mask.

-Nothing violence or chloroform won't solve.

These two were clearly either careless or incompetent. Might have had something in the system. Two masked criminals, in broad daylight, who… rang the doorbell.

The first thing Griffin heard were loud voices, which were normal for the area. Might have been hooligans knocking something over. He was almost right. Poor guy only understood what was going on when it was too late.

Just as he went down the stairs and rested on the couch for a moment, Rabbit slammed the door behind her as Cat dragged Slavador into the room.

-Don't try something funny, she warned him. Know you're just an inconvenience for us.

Rabbit was headed for the kitchen, and lazily hummed a song as she worked on… something

Cat propped Salvador up on the couch. ‘Here's my chance’ thought Griffin. He had to do something. He tried to grab the feeble butter knife rested on the coffee table. Better than nothing. But before he could even get up-

A hand grabbed Griffin by the collar. The tip of something sharp and cold was rested on his back.

-Sit down.

Atta boy. Rabbit's back.

His mouth was covered by a damp rag

-Breathe in this. It'll be enough for us to have a talk with your friend right there, who's been napping for- she checked her watch -3 minutes. Musta' been a mean punch, you wouldn't want the same to happen to you.

‘Chloroform,’ thought Griffin as he finally remembered the name of the substance. ‘Oh for God's sa-’

#farmers market #chapter 6 #excerpts from my writing #my writing #writers #writer #writing #written #writblr #excerpt from a story i'll never write #excerpt from a book i'll never write #ocs

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Meet Me in the Middle - Chapter 2 bc it somehow keeps getting deleted

In the morning when Lacey got up, Nova and Adrian had already left for work. Valerie and Eva were eating hash browns and eggs that someone had made earlier. And of course, the coffee pot was empty. Lacey rinsed it out and left it to dry. She didn't need it. She never needed it. Lacey served herself hash browns but ignored the eggs. She hated the smell and taste but thankfully she was allergic to them. She could have them baked into things just not by themselves. It was something in her life that she didn't care to change. "No eggs?" Eva asked. "I'm going to let you think about it for a minute," Lacey said, taking a seat at the dinner table. "By the way Ellie's picking me up at noon so we can go to Meg's house." "You're always at Meg's house," Valerie said. "Yeah and?" "Why?" "Because I have friends and I like to spend time with them." Lacey started eating and made sure that they wouldn't ask her any more questions. Lacey had been with girls before. Ellie had as well but Ellie didn't want to be in the public eye. Lacey was an Everhart and an Artino it was hard not to attract the public eye especially with everything that had happened between both sides of her family. Of course the media would swarm the child of sworn enemies. But their relationship wouldn't be hard to picture. They had been attached at the hip for years and already shared clothes and pretty much everything. If one was missing then they were probably with the other that wasn't. Not to mention that for sleepovers they stopped pulling out an air mattress to share a bed instead and they were generally affectionate with each other. Lacey put her plate in the dishwasher before going to her room. She grabbed her phone and earbuds and went to her closet. In the back of her closet behind a bunch of jackets and stolen sweatshirts from Ellie, there was a built in. She pushed it back and walked through the opening. She shut the door behind her and then grabbed the role of tape that was sitting on a shelf in the reverse side of the built in. On the closet side, it was filled with books and clothes. On the other side it was lined with pictures and had the items needed for a movie night. That's what Lacey had been using the room for anyways. It was her own private theater. Lacey used her powers to manifest the pictures on her phone into physical ones. She began taping them in open spots of the built-in. She had only recently got into putting up pictures once she realized that no one was going to find them in the room. Her phone buzzed and she checked her messages. Meg: Come over faster. We're hanging up pride flags. Lacey: I'm booking it. See you soon. Lana: Also we got Arizona Tea and Takis. Ellie: The greatest thing known to mankind. Ellie: Or birds. Beck: And* birds. Nothing beats Takis and Arizona Tea. Lacey: Facts. Beck: Thank thank Lacey: Welcome welcome Meg: why do you two text like this? Lacey: God has cursed us. Next question. Lana: Just hurry up and get here before I take all of the food we got you. Lacey: Okay I'm coming. Rolling her eyes, Lacey turned off her phone and set it on her bed. She still hadn't gotten ready yet. She brushed her teeth and then her hair, pulling her long hair into a low pony, curls puffing out after the elastic. She quickly then put on makeup. She would admit, she definitely was liberal in her application of highlighter but Lacey was here for anything that was shiny. Lacey then went and put on fresh clothes. She definitely could be considered the emo child though she preferred the term "edgy" or "alternative". Her siblings wore color. Lacey wore mostly black and any dark color she could get her hands onto. Half of her closet was leather, everything from sneakers to shirts to bottoms to jackets she had it in leather. All of her jeans were ripped as well and she was known for usually wearing combat boots around the house. Lacey put on an old band t-shirt, fishnet stockings, a ripped mom jeans, her boots, and a holographic bomber jacket she had found. She grabbed her phone and shoved it in her jacket pocket before running out the door, skateboard in hand. "Going to Meg's! See you later!" She shut the door behind her and ran down the sidewalk, throwing her skateboard down and jumping on it before Valerie could call her back. It was a ten minute walk to Meg's but it took half the time to skateboard. Her house was in the same neighborhood as Lacey's, just on the outskirts of Gatlon. In fact all four of her friends lived in the same neighborhood as her. It was how she met them. She let herself in, knowing automatically that they were all in the living room together. Her friends were scattered around the room, all unboxing things. "Hey babe!" Ellie said cheerfully from the chair she was sitting in. Lacey grabbed her drink and leaned over and kissed Ellie. Ellie put her phone down and cupped Lacey's face, pulling Lacey into the chair happily. "Can you please get a room," Lana snorted, rolling her eyes. Lacey separated from Ellie and glared at Lana. "We have to deal with you and Meg all the time. No complaining," Lacey said. She went over to the empty spot on the couch and opened up one of the boxes. It was filled with rainbow flags. She set the thin Styrofoam packing sheet to the side and pulled out at least 20 flags. By the time they finished getting all the flags out and throwing out the boxes, there was a massive heap of flags in the center of the room. "I can't believe I got adopted by a pack of lesbians," Beck said. "It's a dream come true honestly." "You are the cishet white boy of the group. You are our son," Meg laughed, pinching his cheeks. "An honorary gay." "But honorary," Lana reinforced. "I know," Beck snorted, pushing Meg's hands away. "Now what do we do with these flags? Why did you get so many?" "I told you I need help putting up all my pride flags. I got a shit ton and plan on covering my walls and ceiling in them." "I forget that you're a baby gay sometimes," Lacey said. "Hey, let me enjoy my baby gay phase. Eventually I'm just going to give these flags to future baby gays and you guys can have some too," Meg said. "I think that when you're done with them you should just hide them around your house and wait for people to notice. Hide and seek but gay," Beck said. "For a straight person that was a very gay idea. Thank you for that iconic contribution," Meg said. They went to the top floor, flags spilling from their arms. They dropped them on the bed in Meg's room. Lacey rarely went up to Meg's room and the design had changed from what she remembered. The formerly blue walls were now white. In fact all the furniture was white but since Meg was about to put up 100 pride flags it was about to get way more colorful. There was also several roles of clear packing tape on the bed along with scissors. Lana cracked her knuckles. "Lets do this." The five of them each took a role. Beck cut tape, Ellie and Lana put them up, and Lacey and Meg boosted up their girlfriends so they could reach. Per Meg's request, they played her Gay Playlist which was made of songs by Queen, Hayley Kiyoko, P!ATD, Girl in Red, Janelle Monae, and many others. "Can we do this with Trans Pride Flags in my room?" Lana asked. "Hell fucking yeah we will babe," Meg said, helping Lana up so they could put up what seemed like the 1000th flag. They spent the rest of the day putting flags up. Lacey wasn't sure how Meg would be able to stand having the flags up. After awhile it hurt Lacey's eyes too look at so many. It was blinding have hundred of rainbows in your eyes, but Meg was Meg and was allowed to have her interests. As they were taping down the last of the flags, Lacey's phone buzzed. Someone had texted her. Lacey checked her phone, still balancing Ellie on her shoulders. Valerie: Mom and Dad want you to come home. Danna, Celeste, Ruby, and Oscar are over. Bring Ellie here too Lacey: Can we finish hanging up pride flags? Valerie: Sure???? How many are you hanging up? Lacey: We have five more to go. Meg's covering her entire room in flags. Valerie: Okay??? Lacey: Also I need the nail scissors later. Do you know where they are? Valerie: Downstairs bathroom. Why? Lacey: Long story. "Ellie when we're done we've got to go. Our parents want us at my place because Danna and Celeste are over. You're parents and siblings are at my house too." "So it would be prime time to go to my house and make out?" "Ellie we'd just end up spending too much time gone and freak people out. I love the enthusiasm but that's not the best of ideas." "Dammit," Ellie hissed. "Alright. Give me the final flag so we can get going." Lacey grabbed the last flag, the edges lined with tape. She handed it to Ellie, who stuck it on the final empty spot on the wall. Meg had gotten the exact amount of flags needed to cover her room. She most likely measured so she'd be spot on with her order. Lacey dropped Ellie on the bed and then helped her up. "See you guys later," they said as they left. Ellie hopped on her bike since that's what she had taken to get to Meg's. Lacey got on her skateboard and held onto the back of the bike seat so she could keep up. The sun was setting as they rode home and to Lacey, Ellie looked extra gorgeous in the current setting. Her long brown hair was flowing nicely behind her and the backdrop of the setting sun over the nearby pond made it even better. Lacey pulled out her phone and snapped a picture. "Sorry babe. No flash photography!" Ellie laughed, pushing the phone away before Lacey could take more pictures. "Well I already got the picture so maybe it's going to be my new background." "You're so cheesy," Ellie said as she came to a halt at the house. She then looked around, made sure no one was watching, and kissed Lacey quickly. "Now come on. Let's go pretend we're not dating."

#renegades #renegades trilogy #nova artino #ruby tucker #danna bell #oscar silva #adrian everhart #supernova #archenemies

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Chasing Dreams - Part 7

Part summary: You and Victoria went around Kensington. Freddie knew that you’re writing your own songs as he reads over your journal. Roger heard you sing your own songs, a mild confrontation of you and Rosalie again. The Saturday pub gig came, you’ve met Smile’s enemy and the night ended with something worse…

Warnings: PURE ANGST, mild fluff, mild violence, strong language

Word Count: 6.1k+ words

Note: I will be updating each chapter summaries from now on :) This story isn’t chronologically accurate in the real Queen timeline (bc we all know their band name Queen is used in 1970, but in this story which is set in 1971, their band name is still Smile) so I hope you guys understand :)

*MASTERLIST*

♡♡♡ PART SEVEN: “FLOTSAM CHAOS” ♡♡♡

You and Victoria spend time from each places she showed you around in Kensington. She showed you where she worked as a local dressmaker and let you look at her custom dresses she made for the past four years. Victoria is a actually a sweet lady, just like Freddie that’s why they’re made for each other. She pointed out the record stores, establishments where they buy clothes, food and other needs. And then the pub where they are performing on every Saturdays.

“This is Flotsam, or also known as Dixon’s for us. The boys perform here every Saturdays and they have this band enemy everytime they will perform on stage.” Victoria said as you both stood just right outside the pub.

“Freddie told me about that, the Neon Youth right?.” You replied.

“It’s not the whole Neon Youth who hated them, only the lead singer of that group. Lola Kinsley. A total demon spawn.” Victoria said as she pulls out a cigarette and light it up.

“Why would she hate the band? That’s just so mean.” You said.

You heard her clicked her tongue, “Well, Lola’s band is actually the first one to conquer the stage, but when Smile came in and lots and lots of people loved them. She grew jealous, that’s why she despise them so much. Especially Brian.”

“Brian? She despise him more than the others?.” Your eyes widened.

“I don’t know why but we knew that Lola have feelings for Brian before when they are still new in the pub, but Brian turned her down because she isn’t his type and that’s why she hated him, just wanted to forget how he turned her down.” Victoria explains and that made your mouth fell agape a little bit.

“That’s just so tragic. I guess Brian found his perfect girl, my own sister.” You chuckled.

“Wait…Rosalie is your sister?.” Victoria asks as you nod your head in response. “No offense to your own sister but I actually don’t like her, I have this negative aura around her. But since she’s making Brian happy, then I’m happy as a friend.”

You want to smirk in delight that this woman who is Freddie’s girlfriend also don’t like Rosalie. You didn’t liked your own sister at all, “No it’s fine, me and my sister aren’t that close so you can tell what you feel against her, I won’t tell a single soul about it.” You smiled.

“You’re far more better than her. She’s just so desperate of Brian before.” She mumbled, finishing off her cigarette and flick it off her hands, stomping on it.

“What do you mean?.” You asked as you both walk away from the pub and back to their place again.

“The first time that Rosalie found the pub, Roger was actually the first one to make a move but she wanted Brian to do that and rejected blondie. I felt so bad to Roger that night.” Victoria snickers.

“I didn’t know that Roger was the first one who made a move.” You replied. When you two arrived back at their place again, you heard some voices inside, knowing that the other boys visited.

“Yep. Now you know.” She said as she opens the door for you go inside and she followed suit. You see Brian and Roger sitting on the sofa, John is sitting beside Freddie who’s in front of the piano, playing some random tunes. “Hi everybody!.” Victoria hollered in the room as they set their eyes on you and her.

“Done showing her around?.” Freddie asked his girlfriend, watching her walk towards him and gave him a kiss again then nodded at him that she had showed you around.

Your eyes dropped on Brian without Rosalie by his side, so you have a questioning look at him. “Where’s Rosalie?.” You asked.

“Oh. She’s out for a job hunt.” Brian replied, smiling at you. You are tempted to seat beside him in the sofa but you saw Roger scooted on the vacant space between them and let you sit beside him. You thanked him and puts his arms behind you on the sofa. The sofa was small, that’s why his thighs are in contact to yours, trying yourself not to blush hardly beside him. Freddie is only the one who notices your flustered self beside the blond drummer. So he just look away and played the piano again.

“What brings you here?.” You asked them.

The bassist replied your question, “Honestly, we don’t know why we’re here. Why are we here Fred?.” John asked the singer who stopped on playing the piano again.

“I need some help for the songs I’ve wrote, maybe rate it or something.” Freddie said, getting the papers on top of the piano and gave the paper to John. John approaches you all here as he gave the papers to Roger and Brian.

“I like this song you wrote, maybe we’ll record this soon.” Roger said as he pointed on the paper with the song called Liar.

“I’m actually planning on an album. We really should think big already.” Freddie said.

Then there was silence.

“We can’t afford an album.” John spoke through the silence.

“He’s right. We should wait for the right time.” Brian said.

Your mind circulates around their small argument because this is what a rising musicians wanted, an album, and what John said, making an album is surprisingly expensive. And what if the people won’t like the album? That would be a waste.

Freddie just sighs and look away from the boys again, playing a tune on the piano again. His urge of wanting to record their songs in a recording studio is also the same feeling as yours wanting to be a performer. You and the boys want the chase your dreams without limits. Life has just those damn limits, but it still carry on. Maybe later on it will happen.

…

You brought out your journal with the songs you’ve been working on through the years. You have wrote over 8 songs, but you haven’t sang a single one of it. You have worked on the melodies of it, already had some guitar chords along the words in the pages. You took your guitar again and started strumming silently, since it’s already 10 in the evening. You’re alone here in the living room where the pull-out bed was, only the small lamp on the desk beside the sofa was lighting up this room. You hum the tune of the song you worked on before and then you scanned the pages again, finding the empty page again and you want to write another song again.

And so you did.

You wrote the words that are preserved inside your brain and add more sentences about the things you’ve been thinking about lately, especially your feelings towards Brian and to Roger too. You still haven’t made up your mind what the hell have you brought yourself into. Brian was taken, by your sister but Roger isn’t taken. It’s just so wrong that Brian was one of the people you wanted to spend more time with you.

Then you stopped writing when you saw Freddie stepped out the their room as he snap his head at you, “Hey, you still up. You need to sleep, tomorrow’s the big day again at Dixon’s.” He said, making his way towards the kitchen and drank a glass of water.

“Yeah, of course. I’m just…finishing something.” You gave him a small smile as you closed your journal, putting it back in your bag again and set your guitar down on the floor.

“You writing something?.” He asked.

You sighed and smiled, “Yeah. But it’s no biggie because I’m not actually performing my own works. It will be so embarassing.”

Freddie approaches you as he reach out his hand, “Give me the notebook, I’ll read some.” He nicely asked.

Your eyes widened, “That’s really a bad idea Freddie. I won’t show you anything.” You nervously chuckled.

“Let me Y/N, maybe it’ll take my breath away.” He grins, still had his hand reaching out for the journal hiding in your bag. You pout your lips and just move away your bag from him, never taking him the chance to look over to your journal.

“It’s already midnight Fred, tomorrow’s your performance in the pub right? So you need sleep and energy, just all of that.” You rolled your eyes and lay down on the bed, wrapping yourself up in the duvet.

“You’re no fun Y/N, I’ll take a chance on it soon.” Freddie chuckles. You look over to him, still pouting.

“Never.” You giggled. Watching him swat his hand away to you and left the room for you to sleep. You sighed deeply and just stare at the ceiling, replaying the words you’ve wrote on your journal. You are thinking about showing it to Freddie, maybe soon.

…

It’s gone.

Just this early in the morning.

By the time you flutter your eyes open when you felt the sun rays through the thin curtains of the room. Your body leaning over to your side where you put your bag, your eyes widen to see it’s zipped open. You quickly sat up the bed and look through your bag, knowing that your journal is already gone. You took a deep breath when you heard Freddie’s mumble of voice from his room as you stood up from the bed, not caring you’re just wearing a huge shirt with just your knickers underneath and socks. You lean on the door frame to see him reading your journal, smiling at it.

You cleared your throat to get his attention, “I thought we’re over this Fred. Ever heard of the word never?.” You crossed your arms.

“Like I said darling, I’ll take a chance and so I did.” He replied, going back in reading the journal. You can’t believe yourself you’re not mad, so you just entered the room and sat beside him on the edge of the bed. Looking at the page he’s reading. It’s the song you’ve made just the night where Brian went to your house, heard him and your sister doing their business next to your room as you blast out the songs from Hendrix. You remember writing that song with the inspiration of finding true happiness. And that you formed it into poem then to a song.

“You like it?.” You asked him and he look at you with a warm smile on his face.

“Very much. You’re a great song writer actually and the way you already write the chords for the melody. That’s talent.” He compliments. The red shade on your cheeks appeared again since no one aside from your father and Jonathan compliments your own songs. They are the only ones who have read your journal and no one else.

Now Freddie came in.

“Thanks.” Your voice came out as a shy mumble and sighed. “Freddie?.”

“Yes darling?.”

He closes your journal as he listens.

“Should I…start performing my own songs now? It’s been years that those songs are sitting there, waiting to be sung. I have never played those songs in full version.” You asked. Freddie clicked his tongue as he thought of a reply.

“You know what, fuck those bloody inhibitions about your own writings Y/N. No one will ever stop you from writing those. Songs are meant to be sung, you won’t know what’s ahead of you. If you just need some help in performing these masterpieces, you have us.” He replied.

A smile crawled up to your lips, reminiscing Brian’s words from the pub days ago and how he also said that nothing would go wrong if you perform your original songs. That was one of your biggest fears, but through their words to you, maybe that fear is already fading away.

Freddie gave back your journal as you look down on it, just laying on your lap. You have been deciding if you want to sing this or else nothing will happen spectacular in your life.

…

Roger and John arrived at Freddie’s place. Your eyes never leaving the blond drummer as he shot you a smile before he approaches you, giving you a kiss on your cheek. His hair is getting longer, even John’s too. Their performance at Flotsam will be two hours away from now, Freddie is telling them their set list. Roger sat beside you on the sofa, leaving John and Freddie talking in the kitchen. He saw you writing away on your journal again, never missing out any song ideas. Sometimes you just ran out, and sometimes those ideas are bursting out in a never ending rate. It was annoyingly amazing.

“Hey there.” Roger said. You didn’t even notice him sitting beside you because you’re too focused writing. So when you heard him greet, you immediately closed the notebook and smiled at him.

“Hi.” You squeak.

He let out a chuckle. You smiled as you blushed.

“So you write your songs too? How many by now?.” He asked.

You sighed, “I don’t know and it’s just too many. Some aren’t finished yet and some are already. This journal is just a one huge nothing, Rog. It’s nothing important.” You said, babbling your mouth like it’s just nonsense to you. But it’s not.

“Written songs aren’t nonsense, what are you talking about? That’s an art.” He said. It’s too much compliments in a day to your original songs.

“Thank you, I guess. Freddie’s been asking me if I want to sing some of my songs. Well, me as a stupid fuck, I’m still doubting myself.” You said.

Roger was stunned in what you’ve said as he shakes his head. You followed his movements as he took your guitar and sat beside you again, “Doubting is just a waste of time. Play something for me.” He commands.

“What?.”

“Play something for me, from what you’ve created.” He said, giving you your guitar. You want to decline but you mentally cursed at yourself, grabbing your guitar from him as you scanned the pages of your journal. You stopped on the song you’ve wrote back when you’re 18, it’s about William, even though you’ve hated him of what he’d done, you thought that this song is one of your favorites. Your feelings and emotions have been poured out into this song.

And so you started strumming, playing the chords.

The soft and pop melody made Roger tap his fingers on his lap.

The first verse. The chorus. The second verse. He seems to enjoy it.

You have a smile on your face as you sang your own song, in front of somebody. Roger felt special to hear you sing to him, watching you sing with your heart is making him happy. But then someone interrupts the little performance. You both look over to your left to see Brian and Rosalie entered the place.

“I never thought there was a secret performance here.” Brian teases.

You blushed. Again.

Roger was pissed because you haven’t finished singing.

“I didn’t see you there.” You smiled, standing from the sofa. Roger doing it shortly too.

“Where’s Fred?.” Brian asked you, not setting his eyes on Roger. You have told that they are in the kitchen, he made his way there and even Roger followed too. You sighed, sitting down on the sofa as you close your journal.

“So? You and Roger? Did something clicked?.” Rosalie suddenly asked.

Your cheeks heaten up again, “No, there’s nothing between me and Roger. No…” You replied.

“You sure sis?.” She teases. Nudging your sides.

“I’m very sure. I don’t know if he have feelings towards me or…something.” You laughed.

Wow. You laughed with your sister who hated you so much.

“Oh you don’t know Y/N, some things will happen unexpectedly.” She said, “Just like me and Brian, it’s unexpected.”

You rolled your eyes, never caring what she’ll say about their relationship, “Yeah. Good for you, but I’m not like you Rosalie who gets the man that fast.” You replied.

“Why? Want to be me so that you’ll get Roger whenever you want?.” She asked.

You fume in annoyance.

“No thanks. I’m not desperate to have him actually, not just like you. So excuse me, I have to get ready for tonight.” You snapped as you left your sister sitting on the sofa. You smirked to yourself that you didn’t became weak to her, finally standing up for yourself to have that platform rising.

Rosalie was beyond pissed.

…

The drive from Freddie’s place to Flotsam was only minutes away. Roger’s van was used because they have their equipments inside. He parked it at the back as you all helped one another in bringing out their instruments, Freddie’s microphone and the tambourine. You’ve felt so relieved when Rosalie isn’t tagging along with you all tonight since something came up at her work that is urgent.

Once you stepped out of the van, done with helping them. Brian suddenly approaches you. “Hey, you seem tense.” He asked. Still a bit tense from your small argument with your sister.

You’re tongue tied in front of him, “I uh, I’m fine really. Haven’t slept that much last night.” You lied.

“Oh. Okay, but if you need something, just approach us okay?.” He said. You nod as you stood beside Roger with Freddie as you all entered the pub. It was jam packed, people are already watching the band performing on stage. This place is far more larger than your father’s pub, seeing the audience swaying and dancing with their music in all shapes and sizes.

“Neon Youth.” Victoria suddenly spoke beside you as she pointed on stage. “Always comes first to get the attention of the people, not wanting the band to outshine them.”

You watched the lead singer Lola sang their music as she played her white electric guitar that matches her white velvet flares. Their music was surprisingly good, more like the taste of Pink Floyd and a dash of Hendrix too. Since Freddie described their music was Hendrix on serious drugs, maybe he’s wrong. Maybe.

“How are you all tonight?.” Lola spoke through the microphone with her thick British accent. The audience roared as you heard Freddie snicker from your left side.

“Come on darlings, it’s already their last song.” Freddie said and you moved by the side of the stage, your eyes never leaving Lola performing their last song. With only your eyes on her, you suddenly tripped on someone’s foot but both of your forearms were caught by also both by Roger and Brian.

“Be careful. The crowd’s getting thick.” Brian said, dangerously close to you as the people here are arriving more and more. So your bodies came in contact. You gulped as you nod at him, but Roger suddenly pulled you close to him, letting his hand intertwine with yours. You’ve felt nervous between the both of them as Brian finally lets go of your arm, letting you go with Roger.

Now things are getting weirder again.

But Victoria is a life saver when she finally asks you to come with her by the bar so that the boys can get ready with her performance. Roger lets you go with Victoria as she dragged her by the end of the room, lesser people are here. She ordered drinks for you and her as you both sat on the stools, overlooking the stage.

“You and Roger…” Victoria spoke while you’re drinking. You stopped on your tracks. “Is there something going on with you and him?.” She smirks.

“Oh no, no. There’s nothing and there’s no way. I just met him days ago, so if you’re thinking something different. It’s way out of the line.” You said with a chuckle.

“I’m not thinking something different Y/N, I just thought you and Roger are good together.” She said.

“Oh.” You mumble. “But I don’t think he likes me, we’re just friends…”

“Friends always turn into lovers. Or maybe someone is just distracting you from Roger.” That smirk of her returned on her lips again as she finishes her drink.

You fell into silence when she said that, looking by the stage to see Roger and Brian talking to each other. You don’t know what to feel, because everything will go down in flames if you’ll just do one stupid move with your feelings. Life isn’t treating you well, you hated it. Everything has it’s own consequences.

Lola’s group finally ended their performance as they move out of the stage, seeing her bump shoulders with Brian, never cared of saying sorry. You glared at her as you watch her meet up with other people in this place. But then your eyes followed to Freddie’s direction who’s already standing on stage, calling out the people.

And they sang the first song of their performance.

…

Victoria went out in the bathroom as she let’s you go alone here. You’ve stopped drinking since you’re too scared to be drunk again. Two more songs until they conclude their performance for tonight. You’re proud that people are enjoying them, clapping their hands with the beat of the music. You also heard some women shouting with Roger’s name, trying to get his attention.

“You seem new here.”

You look over to your side to suddenly see the one and only Lola standing before you. She’s alone, leaning her back on the bar counter as she watches the boys.

“Yeah. It’s my first time here actually.” You replied to her.

“I saw you with them, so I guess you’re some kind of a groupie or something. A fuck toy of the group.” She snickers. Your heart fell in what she just said about you.

Now that’s beyond rude. And where’s Victoria anyway?

“I-I’m not…I’m not a groupie.” You stammered. Brows furrowed as she tilt her head to you, those eyes full of eyeliner looking dead straight at you, then rake her eyes up and down your body.

“Sure looks like it.” She said.

“If you’re just here to insult me or Smile, I guess you better scram.” You threaten. She lets out a laugh and now stood before you like she owns this place, threatening you too.

“Scram? Darling, you’re just new here. I guess that you’re the one who better scram.” She argues.

People are already witnessing the argument. Your hands are forming into fists.

“Why don’t you just admit what I say about you? Am I right? Huh?.”

“And why don’t you just shut your goddamn mouth?.” You snapped. You don’t care if you’re making a scene here, all that you have to do is to stand up for yourself.

“Oh. Feisty, I like it.” She smirks.

“Now quit judging me or Smile, or else. I don’t want to make things wrong here.” You glared at her.

And just in time Victoria came over, noticing Lola here with you. Her eyes widen as she stood in front of Lola, “What’s going on here? And what in the bloody hell are you doing here Lola?.” Victoria asked, crossing her arms.

“I’m just talking to your friend Vicky, I’m doing no harm.” Lola said with sarcasm in her voice. You scoff, rolling your eyes at her.

Then Victoria look back at you, “Is she telling the truth?.” She whispers. You glared at this bleached haired bitch before you who’s looking at her nails then flirts with some random man.

“Just leave her be.” You mumble, going back at the bar, looking away from Lola. You heard Victoria spoke to her before she came walking back to you, ordering another round of drinks again. “What did you say to her?.” You faintly asked.

“I told her to fuck off, what else could I say to her?.” Victoria replied, stuffing her cigarette on her mouth as she lights it. “Smoke?.”

You shake you head, “No, I don’t smoke.” You said with a small smile.

“Oh. My bad.” She chuckles, putting the pack inside the pocket of her jacket and drank what she ordered. The drink and the cigarette in the same hand.

You turn your look at the stage again, Freddie is already singing the last verse of their last song. Roger banging the drums with much energy, John works on the bass to give more beat, Brian gives the song more rock and soul and then Freddie, giving all his best for this gig. And they ended the song, the claps of the people increases as they said their thank you’s. They left the stage, disappears in the thick crowd. You don’t know if there are already a hundred of people in this place. It’s just getting too crowded by now.

“Hey ladies.” You heard Freddie’s voice behind you to see him, John and Roger altogether. Brian isn’t with them, maybe he went to the restrooms.

Victoria compliments Freddie and the boys with their performance while you just stood there feeling empty again, feeling a bit odd with Brian not around. It made you think of Lola and what Victoria had said to you yesterday. Where she and Brian had a thing before but Brian just turned her down, maybe that’s why she just randomly charges you with those words coming out of her mouth.

“Earth to Y/N?.” Your train of thoughts fades out when you heard Roger’s voice from beside you. “Are you okay?.”

You sighed, “Yep. I’m fine Rog, I just…I have to go to the restrooms for a bit yeah?.” You said with a smile.

“Come back as soon as possible, I don’t want you be lost in this crowded room with someone else.” He smirks as you let out a chuckle, nodding in response. A blush created around your cheeks again.

You walk away from the bar and towards the restrooms. You groan when you suddenly see a line for the ladies room, that’s why you rolled your eyes, making your way back there again but you stopped when you heard indistinct shouts from outside. It’s coming from the back entrance of this pub, so you guess it’s just some couple fighting but your curiousity tingles inside your bones as you quietly push the door to see what’s happening.

Your eyes widen to see it’s Brian, arguing with Lola. She’s fuming with anger and Brian, this was the first time you ever heard him scream.

“And so you think I’m dumb?! I’m not dumb Brian! I know you’re with her! You’re with that fucking groupie inside and I know you still want to fucking erase all what I did to you before. I loved you Brian! And this is what I just get in the end? Seeing you with more girls while I’m just laying like garbage before you? I always forgive you! Well what about you? Always making the same bloody mistakes!.” Lola shouts. You expect as tears pouring down, but none did. Maybe she’s already tired crying to him.

“How many times will I have to tell you that we’re not together Lola! All that you’ve been thinking in your mind is wrong and she’s not a groupie! She’s a friend and nothing but a friend! And are you hearing yourself? You loved me?! That’s bollocks Lola! All that you just need before is attention, because your bloody band is dying out and we revived it like some kind of a Frankenstein fuckery. And when I turned you down before, now you’re seeking for revenge. All that you’ve been doing is bullshit and immature and–”

“–no! It’s not bullshit or immature or anything that irritates you! It’s called a fucking comeback May. A comeback that will burn down your career into many pieces, I don’t care if your little band will also be connected. All that I care is to see you feel the sufferings I’ve been through when you turned me down.” She angrily spats.

Brian looks so done.

“You’re a psycho Lola. You’re a goddamn disgrace and a bad influence to everybody. I did the right thing that I turned you down.” The guitarist said, now turning his back at her as he walks away.

But you see her breathe angrily as she wants to hurt him, and that’s the time when you barge out of the door then shouts at her, “Hey!.” You shouted.

They both turn their heads at you as you stood before Lola who has her hand into fists, ready to charge Brian from the back. You suddenly pushed her away from him, the guitarist was shocked that you’re here, trying to protect him.

“She’s coming to the fucking rescue huh? Well that’s just sweet.” Lola sarcastically said as she suddenly pushed you away too. “The groupie came to the rescue.” She laughs.

“Bloody hell Y/N, why are you here?.” Brian asked you.

“Isn’t it obvious? She’s literally going to hurt you right here!.” You replied, pointing at her fists. Lola’s veins are pulsing in anger when you just caught her about to do something so wrong.

Brian returned his look on Lola, he was horrified but somehow mixed with anger at her. “I don’t have any intention on hurting you physically Lola, never. I don’t think I could ever forgive on what you just did.” He said.

“It’s all your fault…” Lola said to you. Your heart began to race, but you stood on your ground.

It’s only been two days since you arrived here in Kensington and now someone already hated you, for no reason.

“It’s all your goddamn fault!.” Lola screamed as she suddenly swing her fists at your direction, hitting on your left cheek. Brian immediately pull you away from Lola, but you break away from his hold, also giving her a hard punch that made her drop on the ground.

“I didn’t do anything for you to hate me! What the fuck is your problem to him?!.” You shouted at her, still on the ground with her hand on her nose, slowly bleeding out.

She didn’t respond.

You touched your cheek as you flinch in pain, feeling there’s a bruise forming already. Then tears fell down from your eyes, Brian again pull you away from Lola as he drag you back to Roger’s van.

“I’m going to call the others, just stay here for me okay? Stay here and don’t move.” He all said that in one breath as he closed the passenger door, watching him run back inside.

You can’t imagine yourself hurting someone until now, and you have a bruised cheek. Your father would kill you if he finds out about this.

Paranoia.

You heard their voices approaching, “Why did you just let her hurt Y/N?! Are you fucking stupid Brian?! Where is she?!.” Roger shouted at the guitarist.

Brian looked guilty. Then said that you’re inside the van. Roger was the first one to run towards the van and opened the door, seeing you still drowning in your tears and you cheek covered with a bruise.

“I swear I did this so that she won’t hurt him, don’t blame Brian on this. It’s not his fault…” You cried but Roger just hushed you, as you left the van, hugging the blond drummer.

“C'mon guys let’s bring her home and give her some medicine.” Victoria said. Roger helped you get inside the van again as let John and Freddie sit with you since he’s driving. Brian hasn’t said a single word, he just look over to you if you’re still okay.

On the ride back to Freddie’s place, you head rested on John’s shoulder. Tears stopped pouring down as you felt more okay that you’re with the people that cared about you.

…

“I will be the one who’s going to help to clean her up.

"No, I’ll be the one who will. I was the reason behind this.”

Roger and Brian kept arguing over you who’s just sitting on the sofa with a pack of ice pressed against your cheek, Freddie and Victoria are sitting beside you, also listening to them arguing in the same room. Now their argument became worse when Brian brought up the topic that he should be the one to blame about what happened tonight.

“Hey! Can you both shut up already? You’re both not helping. I’ll be the one who’s going to help her, end of discussion.” Victoria stood between the two as they both fell in silence. She helped you stood up, her hand on your back as she led you to the bathroom. You heard the water running from the bath, Victoria pushes off the shower curtain. Seeing you still standing in front of the mirror.

She stood behind you, looking through your reflection, “You have to take a shower Y/N, then I’ll give you another pack of ice again.”

“She wants to hurt Brian earlier and I’m just the one who witnessed their fight…” You mumbled.

“Fight? Lola and Brian are fighting again?.” She questioned.

“It’s about their past, she’s hurt. Really hurt on what happened between them and I was the one she’s been blaming on Brian. She thinks me and Brian are together…or some sort.” You answered.

Victoria sighs, “I swear that girl is too possessive and she put a bruise on your pretty face…”

A smile appeared on your lips as you look down on the ground.

“Bruises will go away. Don’t worry about that…” You silently chuckled.

“Well, you should hop in the bath already and we’ll put another pack of ice there, so that the bruise will go away fast.” She said, leaving the bathroom just for bit until she came back with your towel and clean clothes. Giving it to you.

“Thank you Victoria.” You smiled.

“Call me Vicky.” She chuckles then closed the bathroom door.

…

Freddie and Victoria offered their bedroom for you tonight. You’re already inside room, lying in silence as you kept remembering what you’ve did earlier. Then Lola’s words to Brian, Brian’s reply. Just their whole argument in general. It was so bad. Maybe their relationship before is a bad relationship, that’s why he ended things with her. You’ve seen what would happen if Brian is still with her, not with Rosalie.

You sat up on your bed when someone knocks on the door, “It’s open.” You said from the bed.

The door opens to see it’s Brian.

You fell silent.

“Are you feeling okay Y/N?.” He asked, taking a seat at the edge of the bed while you’re sat up against the headboard. Only centimeters away from him.

“Physically, yeah. Emotionally, I don’t think so…” You replied. Your voice came into a whisper.

“I-I’m so sorry about Lola. She’s…unbelievable. I can’t believe she did that.” He said.

“Well if I wasn’t there, you’ll be hurt. I swear she’s about to pounce on you in a second when you turn your back at her…” You said. Hands gripping on the bed sheets.

“But you’re the one with the bruise, not me. I should be the one who have that, I deserve it. From her.” He stated. You watch his hands–those boney hands, reach out to you and cupped your bruised cheek. You hiss in pain when he accidentally brush over the bruise.

“I did this to myself, I’m so sorry. You tried to stop me, but I just…I hurt her too.” You felt bad again. Even though she threw the first punch.

“Come here.” He whisper. You hesitate at first but you see his arms open for you, you got in his embrace. So warm. So comforting. “Don’t blame yourself, okay? It’s not your fault.”

You didn’t say another word as you lean on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart.

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And I imagined Debbie Harry as Lola (I love herrrrr but I’m sorry that she had to be a bad guy here haha) And her band Blondie as “Neon Youth” (my brother suggested that name sooo don’t hate me on this)

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songofsaraneth · 5 years

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hhhh not online much even tho i’m not traveling bc when i’m not at work i am either 1) building the blanket fort or 2) obsessing about how to design different parts of the blanket fort and how possibly to top last year��s party. I was pretty out of hope UNTIL i got a lead on maybe getting 3 bunk beds we can set up in the front room so we can have a second story and ALSO a 8-10ft inflatable river raft & frame we can put out in the backyard in Tent City to be a cool boat room of the outdoor section of the fort. and with those two things i think we will cross over into WOWing guests agian!!!

ITS SO STRESSFUL TO BE KNOWN FOR THIS PARTY, there are still ppl who introduce themselves to me with “oh! i’ve been to your house! it was covered in sheets!” and who have never seen the place when its Not a fort. I MUST IMPRESS THEM AND EVERYONE ELSE EVEN MORE NOW

these notes to myself mostly:

THURSDAY

like work or whatever. but before going to office stop by hardware store and general store and buy more light strands

if we can get bunk beds tomorrow, redo left half of front room to accommodate them and set up that section

set up boat/sheets around it in backyard; ideally close to tree so we can add a hammock off the frame too

buy more light strands tomorrow morning!! and maybe extra binder clips

pick up extra sheets/tarps from coworker and friend

start my room section of fort??

get giant speaker from chris and have him help set it up in the corner by the dance floor section

FRIDAY

in the morning, bake mini donut muffins -- 2 batches?? 3? and also some cookies (36). will require trip to grocery store (milk, butter, vegan versions, nutmeg?, check sugar/flour)

also get stuff for a cheese plate from store, and chips, ??? idk

finish bedroom while baking or after

once everyone else is off work get started on tent city before it’s dark. this will probably take several hours.

after that’s done or it gets dark (whichever comes first), connect front room to back room and back entry

get as much of front room minus kitchen done as possible: lights!! decorate!! floor padding!! sheets for wall covers!

decorate my bedroom: lights, tarot card reading station, etc on lower level; stuffed animals/pillows/blankets for canopy bed level

remind Keegan to get his n64 from storage for the mario kart room

shower

SATURDAY

once everyone is awake and done with breakfast, set up kitchen section connecting to front and back room. this always takes so much more work/time than you expect. not a lot of places to hang things from in there. try to finish this by noon.

Finish any construction left on tent city (may need to buy more binder clips from office supply store)

get BALLOONS x 100 from the party store to blow up for the balloon pit tent -- with 4 of us will probably take an hour or so.

someone needs to make an actual good dancey playlist, and a chill music playlist for in the tents

finish anything that wasn’t done previous days

set out food/drinks by 7:30pm (people potentially arriving as soon as 8)

????? chill until PARTYTIME.

god i hope that’s everything. this is why i only throw one party per year i can’t not be super fucking extra about it. as of right now we have 44 yes/12 maybe on facebook invites, and i know a bunch of people are bringing partners not on the fb list, and there’s another handful of people i’ve invited in person who aren’t on fb. and whoever else tags along??? looking at last year and the year before, we had 39/18 and 34/6 on the yes/maybe replies, and at least 40-45 people showed up at various points in the night, so maybe 55-60 this year. maybe... buy more snacks gah.

#ramblings #blanket fort party #to do list

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seoulscenarios · 6 years

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Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo?

Genre: light angsty fluff, high school au, female reader insert

Member(s): Stray Kids’ Minho (ft. Jisung and the lads)

Word count: 2991

Warnings: light swearing, light pda at the end

Summary: you and Minho had been best friends since you could walk but it seems only you had developed a crush on him. Will a late class and a small two man production of Romeo and Juliet change his mind or does he really not like you? Featuring the rest of the crackheads with their leader, Han Jisung, love is in the air at school and a certain someone is just oblivious to it.

Authors note: based off the following request “All time fav cliché best friends to lovers with Minho (stray kids) angsty fluff where reader (preferably female) thinks her love is one sided, but turns out it’s not. Good ending”. I hope this is something to what you wanted and sorry it’s not heavy on the angst pls enjoy !!

-You and Minho had een best friends for years and you always had the tiniest crush on Minho but it escalated a lot over the summer as Minho glowed UP

-Wow u are whipped

-However whipped as you are for him he never seemed to reciprocate it

-Ever

-You even went out with on valentine’s day 3 (three?!) years in a row but his thick skull didn’t acknowledge it and just thought it was another friends doing friends things

-So, you moved on

-I mean he’s your best friend you can’t let your crush get in the way of things

-You were there for him whenever he argued with his parents or friends, he was stressed about school or failed a test and uwu

-You’re just the bestest of friends and everyone is jealous (tho most think you are dating)

-So,,,,,

-You guys always hang out in school together bc you’re in the same friendship group

-And youre in most of the same classes, so you normally walk together

-WELL

-Minho managed to make the BOTH of you late to ur first class bc his dumb ass slept through his alarm and u had to basically drag him out of bed lmao

-So u rock up late for class

-Ur teacher is NOT impressed

-So as a punishment they give u a script of a play and told to learn it by next week

-U groan when u see the title of the play

-Romeo and Juliet

- Oh no

-This won’t end well

-You glance at Minho to see if he has any reaction bc,,,,, hello ur dying on the inside and probably the outside and you can hear Jisung and felix trying to hold in their laughs at u

-(you make a mental note to beat their asses later)

-And Minho

-Is very unfazed as he flicks through the script

-Ur kinda disappointed

-I mean it’s not fair how you’re a literal MESS trying not to let the floor swallow u up in embarrassment tbh

-So,, the two of you practice outside of class at ur guys’ house and you can’t help but notice how utterly unfazed he was by this whole ordeal

-Ur both literally reciting the most well-known love story on this planet and yet,,,,, nothing

-Not an ounce of feeling that he likes you

-I mean,,, he’s not a bad actor and his romeo makes u SWOON but honestly you swoon for irl Minho not just romeo Minho

-As you stutter over some of the lovey-dovey lines u hear Minho laugh a little and tells u to redo it

-his little shit

-After a week of practice, you guys are ready to perform this goddamn piece

-I may add that ur teacher only gave you the condensed version and not the whole play

-It just so happens that the condensed version only focuses on romeo and juliet’s love

-Bc English teachers amirite?

-So the two of you turn up to class ON TIME this week, not wanting to get ur ass beat again

-And ur just the tiniest bit nervous bc !!!! hello !!!! ur performing with ur crush !!!!

-U glance over at ur seatmate Jisung who gives u a big thumbs up

-BREATHE Y/N

-Everything is going well, u don’t stutter and Minho is just the perfect romeo

-Until the final scene I may add

-As you lay “dying” as Juliet, Minho runs onto the scene and spots u laying down

-He walks up to u and goes to kneel

-BUT

-Before you both knew it, he stumbled

-And fell

-Right

-On

-Top

-Of

-You

-Lips centimetres apart from each other

-OWO what’s this

-U swear the whole class are holding their breaths and can hear ur damn heartbeat

-U stare at Minho in shock for what must have been a minute

-Neither one of you tearing ur eyes apart from the other

-It wasn’t until you hear ur teacher cough slightly that the two of you snap out of it and Minho pulls away

-He finishes the scene off with no problem and honestly,,,, u don’t even register it’s over until Minho offers his hand to help you stand up

-You grab it, flushing a hella lot bc,,,,, u nearly kissed ur crush in front of ur whole class RIP

-Ur teacher was impressed with u guys and let you off the next assignment ur class had (if only u were aware of this then u would hear the whole class esp Jisung groan)

-As u go back to ur seat,,, ur eyes drift back to Minho and ur thoughts go back to that last scene and his lips……

-“yah Y/N ! u and minho were so close I swear you were gonna kiss you shoulda seen ur face!!!!! I thought for real that Minho was just gonna plant one on you !”

-Smh Jisung

-Poor baby,,, u just sit in shock trying to concentrate

-Hint: it doesn’t work

-Ur plagued with thoughts of Minho for the rest of the day,,,,, I mean you already were but now it’s like sensory overload but with Minho

-But u know he doesn’t like you

-Lmao why would he

-He surely would’ve spoken to you about by now esp after that near kiss in class

-But this dumbass is still oblivious

-School ends and ur trying to forget about the near kiss

-But in this, you forget that Minho has a habit of walking you home

-So there he is

-Leaning on your locker waiting for you to turn up

-YOU SWOON BC NO ONE SHOULD LOOK THAT HOT IN SCHOOL UNIFORM FOR PETE’S SAKE

-His blazer was off, shirt sleeves rolled up, blonde hair tousled and wavy (ladies, imagine Minho like this I’m crying)

-U feel ur heart literally stutter

-I swear that’s a medical condition Y/N

-“Let’s stop by the convenience store, my treat” he smiles down at you as he moves out the way so u can get to ur locker

-Dude,,,,, u need to stop before I melt into the floor

-“Uhhhh I can’t I have,,,,,, a study session at the library gotta work on some literature stuff u know ahaha”

-Minho frowns but doesn’t react massively

-Secretly he thinks its hella cute that ur tryna avoid him but that’s for another time

-“Okay, don’t study too hard and I’ll treat you another time. Text me when you get home”

-UWU

-Anyone who overhears this would be like wow 10/10 relationship goals tbh

-U however, a self-proclaimed dumbass, don’t dwell on it too much

-You guys tend to grab food after school together

-ANYWAYS

-Minho pulls you in for a hug before leaving

-Oof ur heart is stuttering again

-How you made it to the library for ur study session is a wonder tbh

-25 minutes later finds you groaning into ur books cursing minho’s name

-That’s when u realise 2 things, 1) that wow ur a FOOL bc there is no literature homework bc of ur work from earlier and 2) Minho is very bad for your health and u gotta avoid him for ur own sake

-U walk into school with this resolve

-It doesn’t work

-Minho is in practically every single one of ur classes

-So u practically have to run from each class to avoid him

-Which leaves Minho very confused

-He doesn’t walk with anyone else from class or treat them like he does to you

-Which makes Jisung very jealous,,, bc why can’t Minho treat him like this

-Little did you know Minho has a PHAT crush on you and Jisung is PLAGUED by the both of u gushing about the other

-Jisung is MEDITATING

-So when you start avoiding him even more Minho is extremely put out bc what does he do now who does he spend time with now

-(jeongin: we’re still here hyung!!!)

-Being the good friend he is, he gives u space but is still v sad about it

-And honestly, ur sad too bc as much as you love spending time with Jisung,,,,,, he’s no Minho lmao

-One night after school Minho is kicking round the football field with the others and that’s when he realises

-He’d much rather spend his time with you

-It’s not that he doesn’t love his friends, he just happens to love you even more

-But how can he reach out to you when ur avoiding him still

-Jisung notices how glazed over Minho’s eyes and knows

-*cracks knuckles* it’s time

-Jisung sends Minho home telling him to grow some chest hair n text u lmao

-Minho does go home but does not text you bc he’s just a nervous boy

-Jisung to the lads: “now he’s gone, we gotta make a plan for the two lovebirds they’re so BLIND I’m sick of it I might just confess to Minho myself”

-Chan: “……….”

-Jisung: “that was a joke old man, let’s focus pls ladies”

-So the plan

-Was it an elaborate one?

-Definitely not

-Lmao have u seen these kids they’re a bunch of crackheads

-Baso,,,, they’re just following the classic let’s text them separately to meet up as a front but SIKE it’s just the two of you alone

-Fool proof right?

-Somehow it is???

-Shocking??

-The two of you don’t expect anything is going on

-So it’s the weekend when the plan is put into action

-It’s been 17 days since you last spoke to Minho not that you had been counting haahaha okay yesyouhaveitsnotlikeyoumisshimoranything

-You wake up to a text from Jisung saying that him, felix, hyunjin, and changbin were going for ice cream and whether you wanted to go

-Which duh??? Ice cream???

-U needed it so you dragged yourself out of bed to get ready

-Little did you know that Minho too had received a text from Woojin saying that him and the others (a.k.a the family,,,,, Woojin, chan, seungmin and jeongin) were going for ice cream

-And Minho wasn’t passing up the chance esp when there was a high probability that chan would pay lmao

-*in the master gc of getting Minho and Y/N together*

-Jisung: excellent

-So 1pm rolls by and ur there at the ice cream parlour waiting for the others to rock up

-U go to order bc honestly boys take so long to get ready istg

-As you give ur order a voice behind goes “and a matcha ice cream as well please”

-U FREEZE

-Why of all the ppl to turn up

-It’s the one ur trying to avoid

-U turn to face him

-“Minho?”

-“Y/N?”

-Felix, somewhere: beYONCE?

-Ur in shock bc 1) why is here? 2) who allowed him to look so good in white ripped jeans ur DYING HERE 3) where is everyone else?

-That’s when u realise

-Jisung is a snake and ur friendship is over

-Y/N is taking applications for a new friend who isn’t called Han Jisung thank you

-Ur heart is stuttering bc Minho looks so boyfriend ur not okay

-Safe to say those 17 days did NOTHING in swaying your crush on him

-“Is that all?” oh yikes yeah this isn’t a drama scene Y/N where ur crush confesses to u, someone has to pay at this point and the queue behind the two of u is getting impatient lmao

-You whip around blushing “uh yeah that’s everything” u reply stuttering and trying to whip out ur card

-Before you can, Minho’s arm stretches out in front of u and taps the machine in front of you

-Istg u feel butterflies in ur stomach at Minho being in such close contact with u

-U can feel the heat radiating on ur back

-You get ur ice cream and u go to leave the shop but Minho grabs your arm

-U turn to him questioningly to be met with slightly hurt eyes

-Did I do that to him?

-Yes u fool

-“Sit with me. Please?”

-How can you refuse that

-……………

-It’s so awkward

-“Are you okay? Why are you avoiding me? Did something happen? Just let me know if you’re okay?”

-Owo my heart

-“uh,, no nothing’s happening….. I’m just busy u know??? Hahaaha school is really kicking my ass”

-Minho just nods and takes a spoonful of ice cream so u do the same

-“Just let me know if I can help you in anyway, I’m always here for you. Don’t suffer alone, I hate seeing you so down?”

-………….

-…………

-Honestly,,,,, u just about melt at this

-Putting ur spoon down and u look at him

-Now or never, Y/N

-“Okay…. I’ll let you know what’s the real problem. It’s you, mr lee Minho.”

-Minho is SHOCKED why is he the problem

-“uhhhhhh”

-“Please let me finish or else I’ll never have the courage to do this again. You have no right to be stealing my heart yet again by nearly kissing me in the middle of class. Do you know how embarrassing that was, I really just wanted to kiss you and I would’ve combusted if you did but you didn’t which made it worse. Why didn’t you kiss me? I’ve literally been sending you signals for nearly two years, and that’s saying something because I saw you in your awkward teen phase and still liked you, and you haven’t even responded. So I avoided you because my heart keeps stuttering whenever I’m near you I’m surprised you can’t hear it. I mean you’re so hot I just wanna kiss you, especially since that day all I can think about is your lips as you were SO close to me this is the worst time to confess but I really like you Lee Minho.”

-And breathe Y/N

-And Minho is no better

-How dare his crush confess before he can smh

-He sits in shocked silence trying to process this information

-You, however, are dying

-That’s it, he’s not replying he doesn’t like you Y/N LEAVE

-So u try to

-But as you stand up so does Minho

-And his hand shoots out to grab your shirt and he just plants one on you ????? in the middle of a damn ice cream parlour?????

-UWU

-Ur in shock

-The man of your dreams,,,,, kissing you ???? more likely than you think ??? so u kiss him back ??? ofc u do how could you not

-It tastes of matcha and strawberry ice cream and something,,, so inherently Minho u just wanna keep kissing him tbh

-Y’all break apart and honestly,, you sit back down in shock

-“That…. Was some confession Y/N”

-“Shut up!”

-“Hey, it’s okay babe. I like you too. Sorry my confession isn’t as grand as yours but,,,, I like you and always have done”

-….

-Oh

-“So please, Y/N, be my girlfriend” his hand stretches across the table nervously

-You smile as u see his hand creep across the table and you reach for him, intertwining your fingers

-He smiles back even bigger and pulls you out of the shop

-You guys had a lot of time to make up for ajbfaiubsag

-So,,, Monday rocks around and you walk to school with Minho this time, rather than mooching in with headphones in

-You guys walk to your normal spot before school starts and Minho is telling you some story about Felix, Changbin and Hyunjin when u hear a scream and lots of wolf whistles

-Spoiler: it’s Jisung and the lads

-“YOU OWE ME MONEY I TOLD YOU THIS PLAN WOULD WORK THEY’RE HOLDING HANDS! I AM THE DOCTOR OF LOVE, HAN JISUNG”

-You laugh as you take a seat next to him as chan grumbles about his wallet being drained AGAIN by his kids’ appetites

-As the hollering quietened down Jisung taps ur shoulder

-“Sooo, you guys are official now? After years of pining ???”

-Rather than deigning Jisung with a worded response a wicked plan forms in ur head

-You tapped Minho’s shoulder to divert his attention from Seungmin

-As he faced you, you grabbed his tie and pulled him in for a kiss

-He was a little shocked at how brazen you were bc hello this is school and these are ur friends but honestly,,, he freaking LOVED it

-He smiled into the kiss and one hand rested on your waist as the other rested on your jaw pulling you deeper into the kiss

-“there ARE CHILDREN HERE OH MY GOD” u heard chan yell distantly

-You couldn’t help but break apart from Minho, laughing as you catch chan covering jeongin’s eyes in distress

-You turned back to Jisung

-“Does that answer your question?”

#stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagine #stray kids au #stray kids #stray kids minho #stray kids lee know #lee know scenarios #lee know imagines #stray kids minho scenarios #stray kids minho imagines #i love lee know a lot #he's so beautiful #im going to his lane atm im so sorry chan #forgive me chan

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stereotypcd · 6 years

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ooc;; so since a lot of ppl liked that post to read Debbie’s newish edited story. HERE YA’ GO !!!

Tell me wht u think :)

Also sorry I can’t put it under a read more bc tumblr is dumb...

CHILDHOOD HEADCANON:

Nigel and Mariann were both workaholics even when they started dating, they never stopped working- even while Mariann was pregnant with their first child. ( Making Debbie a wedlock baby. ) So Debbie was born during the the filming of the giraffes in savanena a mixed woodland/grassland of Africa, for Nigel Thornberrys animal world. Mariann’s water broke half way through the film ( they ended up filming over parts of the animals to film the brith of Debbie. ) They hadn’t expected for Debbie to have been born 2 months earlier than her due date. Nigel was the one to deliver the baby, the giraffes simply continued eating leaves from the tree above where Mariann was giving birth under. Without any sort of pain medicine on top of having her baby early.

They went to a small hospital in a village ( since traveling to far wasn’t safe for the newborn ) who was to care for her. Nigel and Marianne stayed by her side the whole time, hardly sleeping or eating. They waited months, during that time their family visited off and on since it was a long way to go. Grandma Sophia started the whole time too.

They got a makeshift birth certificate madeit was a beautiful baby girl who they named Deborah Radcliffe Thornberry. ( her middle name is her grandpa’s first name, ) it was written on a slip of paper Grandma Sophia had in her purse. They still have it.

The day of the discharge from the hospital was a mixture of joy and worry for the new parents. But Debbie seemed fine and Healthy, of course, the Thornberrys waited a bit longer until they started up their careers again. ( A few more months. ) The first few years of Debbie’s life was spend traveling the world with her parents, which even from a young age she slightly disliked. But she was happy, oddly enough she made friends with some of the more tamed animals. But that was mostly because Debbie was never around/met another kids her own age. Of course, she did get lonely and never really knew how to deal with those crippling feeling of loneliness that the life of traveling gave her.

Sophie would send letters upon letters always about how Debbie shouldn’t be spending her childhood living out of a camper and she feels sorry for Marianne that she can’t give her child all that she deserves because of Marianne’s little career choose. Along with a book called women who joggle to much. ( this happened in S1 Ep16. Nigel knows best. ) But they ignored her persistent nagging. Since they knew what was best for their children and that Debbie was happy and healthy. And as the years went on, she never stopped pressuring them more and more, which is why they caved when she became pregnant with Eliza. Debbie was turning four years old when the family packed up and moved to Flagstaff, Arizona to stay with Sophie and Frank while Mariann was pregnant, so they pushed their wants to the side for a time in order to focus their time wholly on raising Debbie and the new baby.

Sophie seemed to relish in the idea of having her daughter back, she fussed over everything Mariann did or didn’t do when raising Debbie out in the wild- so she did everything in her power to get everything right with this one. Over time she and slightly Mariann had become so preoccupied with the baby that Debbie was unintentionally placed on the backburner, not because they wanted it that way- just because it was that way. They seemed to be making up for lost time. But Debbie learned to adjust to spending time with her daddy ( and grandpa if he wasn’t too tired from working. ) But soon Debbie begin to notice her daddy losing that surge of happiness he used to have, it started off small.

So Debbie took it into her own hands, somehow feeling that it was her responsibility to mend all of her daddy’s sadness, to fix him. In small ways, the roles switched and soon Debbie filled the role of parent. So when Nigel ended up falling into a deep depression, days where Nigel would spend all day in bed, not shower or even eat ( Mariann or even Debbie would have to try and force him to do those things. ) And being the daddy’s girl Debbie was when she was younger- she would sit on the floor drawing pictures and when he didn’t eat she would bring him goldfish crackers ( she even gave him kippers- but she couldn’t get the tin open, ) she tried her best. She would sit with him and comb her fingers through his unwashed hair while watching animal documentaries. Sometimes he would talk about all the things he knew about animals, Debbie liked those times because he seemed happy.

They ended up getting married a month after moving to Arizona while Mariann was a few weeks along with Eliza. It was a small wedding with just Nigel and Marianne’s immediate family and few close friends Jomo was Nigel’s best man. Debbie was the flower girl and she loved every second of it- she soaked up all the attention like a sponge. Nigel’s parents stayed with the family for a while, while the wedding was being planned. Grandma Thornberry started to take notice of Debbie’s odd behavior and sought out to correct it- something she tried and failed to do with Nigel. Seeing Debbie’s autism as something to be fixed ( Mariann’s parents knew about Debbie ) she would have Debbie sit on her hands so she couldn’t stim saying “Quiet hands, Deborah.” Or put soap in her mouth whenever she did something that Grandma Thornberry deemed unacceptable for a young lady.

Of course, when Nigel found out what his mother had been teaching Debbie- he put a stop to it immediately. His daughter was perfect just the way she was, that was one of the few times Nigel raised his voice at his mother- he wasn’t going to let her fill up her head with those nasty thoughts. The following night he sat Debbie down and explained that how she interacted with the world was different from other children but that just made her special and she should never feel bad about being different. That she was perfect and to never change herself for anyone. But the damage was already done, Debbie believed the lies, she believed it was her fault, she knew whose advice she preferred still, she was burdened by a feeling of wrongness and guilt. So she hides those things away, hides those parts of herself buried them deep in the back of her mind.

Debbie was five years old when Eliza was born, it was a long delivery. A healthy baby girl. They prepared carefully for this, reading Debbie picture books about becoming an older sister, asked her opinion on names for the baby. Small things to help Debbie get used to the idea of having a baby sister. The following day, Nigel had been forced out of bed by Debbie to meet the new addition to the Thornberry’s, his hair pulled into a greasy ponytail holding Debbie’s hand.

Of course, Nigel feared slipping back into that darkness, but when that didn’t happen, and he felt an incredible surge of happiness, he was amazed- Eliza seemed to be the thing to pull him out of that dark place and from the moment she was born to the first injured bird she brought home, Eliza was the favorite. Nigel and Mariann swear they love both of them the same, they love how different they are and love them both for who they are. But at the end of the day, Eliza was the favorite child- she shares the same interests as both her parents which only strengthened their bond to the point where they subconsciously favor their youngest. And of course, Debbie was jealous, but she was glad her daddy finally seemed like his old self, she liked that he took her on nature walks despite not enjoying the bugs, she liked having her dad back- so she bottled up her feelings kept them inside.

Everything seemed to be going okay for the Thornberry’s, it wasn’t until they tried to enroll Debbie into kindergarten did they run into some trouble because she didn’t have a birth certificate since they never seemed to have time, what with the show taking off in popular before and after she was born. When Debbie finally started kindergarten, she became very anxious suffering from separation anxiety since she had never been apart from her mom and dad before.To some extent she was always the target of teasing because she was different- a bit too weird but it was always a bit hard for Debbie to make friends. ( She’s an extroverted introvert. ) She really excelled in all her classes, Debbie was especially good in math.

Slowly Nigel and Mariann started to work on their show again, Nigel seemed happier- he’s spark for life was reborn again. Debbie never made it to fifth grade before her parents decided to pack up the girls and travel the world again, much to the protest of Mariann’s parents ( and Nigel’s too, honestly. ) Eliza was beyond ecstatic about the whole idea… Debbie, on the other hand, was very unhappy about being forced to uproot herself again from the only comfort she’s ever felt was her own.

Of course, she complained about the move but knew deep down that this was what her dad needed to be happy and she’d do anything for his happiness. Moving from such a spacious home back into the comvee was a huge adjustment for Debbie. Of course, now since she got a taste of what most people have. A real house, friends, and school she craved those things even more. But she was forced to give up those things for the happiness of her family. But she would give it up everything for her family even if it meant that she was unhappy. Her childhood wasn’t bad, it was actually pretty good. But she can’t help that small twinge of sadness in her chest when she looks back on it.

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sgtbuckyybarnes · 5 years

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1-15 for louie harper lola noelle aaaaand stella thanks!!!

I thought this said 1-5 but you tricked me! 😂

1. Have they ever brought home a stray animal? If so, how did that go?

Louie - She’s brought home Alex if that counts?

Harper - Harper isn’t really an animal person so I don’t think she’d bring one home but she’d defo give up her sandwich if she saw a stray dog on the street

Lola - Prefic Lola would never but the Lola who has broken away from her parents and responsibilities is learning all about this kind of stuff ends up adopting a stray cat (who lbr actually is the one who adopts her)

Noelle - Noe would bring every single stray home if she could - including Fangs and Sweet Pea! Her and her mum could never afford to get their own animals so she’d bring any that she saw back home...to the point where when she was younger her mum had to explain it was normal for cats to be out even if they had owners. Dogs are defo her weakness although she was known to even bring injured birds, mice etc home

Stella - If there was any possibility Noe and Stella could meet they’d start an animal sanctuary together because she’s as bad!

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2. What is something that your OC and their best friend knows about one another that no one else would know?

Louie - Louie and Lexie know that the other still suffers from nightmares. Obviously Mark and Alex know they can have trouble sleeping but they don’t know the contents of the dreams whereas the girls are constantly telling one another to get them off their chest

Harper - Harper doesn't really have a best friend tbh! If her and Mal were canon Mal would be the one who’d know about her fears of her past...she’d feel too bad dumping that on Bucky when he’s been through enough himself

Lola - Lola isn’t a sharer. She has had friends who were only her friend because she had money so there’s nothing someone knows about her no one else does

Noelle - Noe and Fangs know pretty much everything about each other!

Stella - Her and Michael know how overwhelmed the other is with their new life in the big city. No matter what fronts they put up they still have that terrified streak.

3. How does your OC greet their best friend in public?

Louie - Hugs, hugs and more hugs!

Harper - I think Harper would get to the stage with Mal where she’d greet her with a hug, every one else gets a smile and a wave, Steve gets a blush

Lola - Her and Toni greet one another with fist bumps

Noelle - Sickly sweet nicknames most people hate (Fangs gets ‘my love’ a lot for example)

Stella - She beams every time she sees Michael, just her entire face lights up

4. How does your OC greet their partner in public?

Louie - Once they’re together Louie and Alex are aaaaaaaall about the PDA

Harper - She reaches out and squeezes Bucky’s hand

Lola - She likes to wrap an arm around Sweet Pea’s waist and lean her face against his chest

Noelle - Like Louex once her and Fangs are together they’re all about the PDA. With Jug she’d be more shy

Stella - With a kiss

5. Your OC meets a magical talking frog with a quest, what is your OC’s next move?

Louie - She’d think someone had spiked her drink

Harper - She’d probably kill the frog 😩😂

Lola, Noelle & Stella - Would immediately be up for the challenge

6. What song does your OC go absolutely wild to? Describe how they get wild.

Louie - Louie loves anything pop music, especially nineties stuff! She’d be all hair flipping, dancing on tables kind of wild

Harper - As wild as Harper gets over music is a tap of her foot. She’s more into old school rock like ACDC and Guns n Roses

Lola - Idk if this is bc of her fc but Lola loves Andante Andante by Abba, she loves to get up onto the Karaoke to sing it

Noelle - She hates to admit it but in a total cliche way Noelle adores Mr Brightside, jumping up and down and singing at the top of her voice

Stella - I don’t really know any 1920s tracks tbh but if she were around nowadays Stella would love Shoutout to my Ex by Little Mix, she’d be dancing around her room and jumping on her bed

7. Your OC is running from the guards, why are they most likely running from them?

Louie - For helping when she wasn’t supposed to, she’s too caring and can never leave someone behind

Harper - Oh god where do I start with her, she’s probably acted on her instincts by mistake over something

Lola - For being rude

Noelle - A sarcastic comment gone the wrong way

Stella - Helping to protect her family the Shelby way

8. How would your OC describe their best friend using three words to a stranger?

Louie - (About Lexie) Hard-working, Kind, Scatty

Harper - (About Mal) Trustworthy, Badass, Kind

Lola - (About Toni) Badass Tiny Person

Noelle - (About Toni) Nosey, Bossy, but-I-love-her-a-lot (she has to add that last bit or Toni will kill her)

Stella - (About Michael) A Massive Nightmare

9. Your OC decides they can dye their own hair, with their very little knowledge about hair, how does this go? Do they have their friends with them, supporting them? Do they do it when they are alone? Do they do it before a big and upcoming event?

Louie - Louie would have Lexie there and they’d try their best but she’d end up in the hairdressers the next day

Harper - She’d be good at it, having had to disguise her appearance more than a few times

Lola - She wouldn’t have a clue!! Toni would end up stepping in and fixing it for her

Noelle - Even though she would never have done it before Noelle would be surprisingly good, there’s a gifset of Zendaya with red hair and it looks amazing so I think that’s where she’d go. She’d be the one to do it just before a big event no matter how many people told her that was a bad idea

Stella - I don’t think she’d even try, she’d be too scared that it would be ruined!

10. Your OC accidentally becomes a vampire for a day, what is the first thing they do with their new found powers?

Louie - If we’re taking TVD vamps she’d use her blood to heal people

Harper - Her humanity would be switched off immediately and Bucky would have to bring her back

Lola - She’d freak out that she looked ugly with fangs

Noelle - She would be an amazing vampire she’d just revel in the power

Stella - She’d scare off all the Shelby’s enemies

11. Your OC decides to dress as their best friend for Halloween as a joke, what do they do to look like their best friend?

Louie - She’d be more likely to dress up as Mark and be extra annoying and say she was him

Harper - Harper would go full on Captain America and she’s not even sure if he’s her friend let alone her best friend

Lola - Her and Toni would dress up as each other, raiding each other’s clothes and just doing over the top impressions

Noelle - She’d stick a pair of vampire fangs in her mouth and be like “Guess who? Eh? Ehhhh?”

Stella - She’d just be a dick to everyone and say she was Michael

12. What is something completely random about your OC that even you, as the writer, find confusing?

Louie - She doesn’t like pineapple on pizza?? Problematic tbh

Harper - How she can be so organised but such a mess at the same time (sorry girl xoxo)

Lola - A lot of stuff confuses me about Lola, it’s due to her upbringing in such a well off family. She can be such a brat and sometimes come across uncaring even though she actually really does care with every fibre of her being

Noelle - The fact that she even wanted to become a serpent. Part of me understands she wants a family around her but her mum was so against this gang mentality and Noelle would usually go with whatever her mum thought

Stella - Why she stays with boys who don’t seem to care about her and definitely don’t deserve her

13. How does your OC celebrate their birthday? What is their wildest birthday story?

Louie - She has all of her friends and their kids round to eat cake and watch movies. Her wildest was probably when she was still at home, her parents were away and she had a party at the house, police were called and she ended up arrested for being too noisy

Harper - She doesn’t really celebrate birthdays

Lola - She likes to be the centre of attention on her birthday, everything is about her from morning until night...and probably for the entire month tbh. Her wildest birthday is probably to come in the fic, partying barefoot on the beach with three gang members

Noelle - She is a Princess on her birthday, she absolutely loves it (and not just her own she loves everyones birthdays and always tries to make them special). Her wildest was probably when they were young and they (her, Fangs, Toni and Sweet Pea) snuck out to go and camp at the quarry. All of them ended up being reported as missing until they strolled into her place the next morning smelling like campfire.

Stella - She likes a lowkey celebration for her birthday, again her wildest is probably to come. I can imagine the Shelby's have a wild time for birthdays

14. Your OC and their friends decides to go to a restaurant at 3am, what restaurant are they going to, and why are going to a restaurant at 3am?

Louie - They’d be at Joes because they’d probably have been having a lock in. The owner would trust her with her key as well so her, Alex, Lexie, Mark, Meredith and all the others would have the run of the place

Harper - Her and Bucky would be in a local take away because they couldn’t sleep

Lola - They’d be going out for ice cream after a night of partying

Noelle - Pops, especially after Veronica takes over, and because they’d hate sleeping in the tents and would need cheese fries to help them get over it

Stella - It’s not a restaurant but they’d still be drinking in The Garrison pub

15. Your OC now gets to strut around in a cape, what colour is the cape and what do they accessorize the cape with?

Louie - Light blue to match her scrubs

Harper - Black, Shuri would add it to her uniform and Harper would lowkey adore it

Lola - White and it’d be with whatever summer dress she’d be wearing, cropped so it was just a little longer than them but didn't drag on the floor

Noelle - Noe would love a cape omg. Hers would be black with the serpent logo on the back and she’d wear it everyday in place of her jacket

Stella - Black with red inside, she’d wear a suit underneath

#this took me ages but I loved doing it a lot #Louie Donovan #fic: Bulletproof #Harper Rhodes #fic: As I Was #Lola Davenport #fic: Break Free #Noelle Bamber #fic: Homecoming #Stella King #fic: Gathering Storm #answered #isaaclahys #have you reblogged this?

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fuckthis-and-fuckthat · 6 years

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His loss, My gain. PART 5

JokerXChubby reader

Summary- Not saying anything bc I’ll give it away!

Warning- No smut this time. It’s very triggering. Talk of self harm and suicide attempts. Please don’t read if you are triggered. Angtssyyyy! Don’t worry, it gets better next chapter.

A/N- I made J like super soft but also super mean and rough. I love playing with the different sides if him and how the reader fucks with his head and heart. Not quite sure if the Joker has ever cried, but in my story he does! Well, not like ball out cry, just a tear. Also, I made Harley like a super bitch in here. I love her too death, though.

Part 1- https://1-800-kill-me-im-gay.tumblr.com/post/173544548545/his-loss-my-gian

Part 2- https://1-800-kill-me-im-gay.tumblr.com/post/173576126505/his-loss-my-gain-part-2

Part 3- https://1-800-kill-me-im-gay.tumblr.com/post/173650770775/his-loss-my-gain-part-3

Part 4- https://1-800-kill-me-im-gay.tumblr.com/post/173740290955/his-loss-my-gain-part-4

Part 6- https://1-800-kill-me-im-gay.tumblr.com/post/173765326075/his-loss-my-gain-part-6

Tagging- @haileysarahmarie @xxqueenwxtchxx @indifitel6661

@i-m-p-a-l-a-6-7 @lovermrjoker

So, I completely forgot to tag you @indifitel6661 but, the masterlist is up there^^^

Joker’s point of view.

She was driving me crazy. Her smell was on my clothes, in the bed, in my office. It’s like she ripped herself apart and placed pieces of her inside of me. I need to get her out and soon. The sooner we get the show on the road, the sooner she won’t feel anything and she’ll be numb. If she feels nothing for me, I won’t feel for her.

I couldn’t even look at her as I walked by her. If I did, I’d lose my hair and flip the tables. My head was turning and I couldn’t think of anything but her, and I needed to clear my head. I texted Lucas and told him to bring around the car.

Right as we walked out the house, my feet stopped in their tracks, meeting faces with a very pale woman with red and blue hair. Harley. I nearly spat at her and killed her, but also curious to what she wanted. Grabbing her by the hair, I slammed her into the back of the black SUV.

Pulling out my gun, I aimed it at her head, making her frown. “Whatcha’ doin’ pointing a gun at me, puddin’!?” She squeaked. I surely did not miss that obnoxious voice and accent.

“Why are you here?” I growled, pressing the gun against her head.

“I heard yah replaced me, puddin’! I couldn’t sit here and do nun! come ooooonnn, didn’t yah miss me, daddy?”

I didn’t miss her, but she was exactly what I needed to get my mind off if Y/N. I looked down at my phone when it buzzed, noticing it was a message from Fost.

-Y/N left. Brick took her to her apartment and to her editor. Said they wouldn’t be back for an hour or two.

I growled and threw my phone across the car. Opening the door, I stepped out onto the side walk in front of the house since we never left. How did I miss Y/N leave? Grabbing Harley by her hair, I dragged her into the penthouse and up to my room, pushing her on her knees.

“Show daddy how much you missed him.” What am I doing!? I was screaming at myself for doing this, but it had to be done. I was falling too hard for Y/N and I needed Harley to get my mind off of her. Although, it is true I hate the bitch, she gave pretty good head, but not better than Y/N. No one was better than Y/N.

Growling at Harley, I ripped open my pants, pulling out my cock and shoving it in her mouth. She quickly wrapped her lips around my length, bobbing her head back and forth.

Closing my eyes, I tried to picture something other than Y/N, but all I could think of was how perfect she was, how her mouth felt on my dick and her pussy clenching around me. I gripped Harley’s hair harder, shoving my dick into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat, making her gag.

I looked up, meeting eyes with a pair of vibrant Y/E/C ones. There stood Y/N, eyes wide and bloodshot at the door. I wasn’t thinking clearly and didn’t think about shutting the door. Before I could do anything, she slammed the door closed, darting down the stairs. I was quick to pull Harley away, throwing her across the floor, making her scream.

Tucking my shit back in, I ran down the stairs and to the road, watching as Y/N’s new lambo sped down the road. Screaming, I got on my phone, calling the henchman and letting them know to find Y/N and tie up Harley.

I jumped in my car as fast as I could, going straight to Y/N’s house, finding her car there. Running upstairs, I ran through her house, finding nothing but a note on the mirror written in lipstick.

You fucked up, J. What ever happens to me is your fault.

Xoxo, the soon to be new Harley Quinn.

“AAHHHHHH!” I punched the mirror, sending shards of glass flying, some cutting my knuckles. I sprinted back to the car, tracking down Y/N to the chemical plant. My knuckles were bleeding all over the steering wheel and were squeezed tight as I hurried there, hoping to get her in time before she does anything stupid.

Hopping out of the car, I run into the building, finding the stairs and jumping up them, finding Y/N standing at the edge. “You come near me and so help me, I’ll kill you.” She says, holding up a gun, I notice how blood drips down her arm, dripping underneath her long sleeve Shirt.

“Y/N, please, baby. Put down the gun and come to me.” My voice was soft and trembly, filled with nothing but emotion.

“DON’T CALL ME ‘BABY’! You think you can call me that and try and sweet talk me after I walk in on you with your dick in some sluts throat!?” She lets out a maniac laugh, scratching her head with the gun. “Down Harley Quinn’s throat.”

I take a deep breath, stepping toward her to where I can pull up the sleeve of her shirt. She lets me pull up her sleeve, smearing blood over carved leters reading “I hate myself.” Pulling over the other sleeve, there’s a huge gash down the middle of her forearm and is dripping blood heavily.

I feel my Herat break in my chest at the sight if her. Blood dripping from her arms. I could feel everything inside of me break. The wall I built around my heart came crashing down and for the first time in years, a tear slipped down my cheek. The thought of me breaking her killed me. I couldn’t watch this girl...the girl that I was falling desperately...who I was IN LOVE with die. Not over me and not over Harley.

Y/N’s eyes closed, wobbling lightly, but not enough to lose her grip on the gun. I tried smacking it out of hand, but she twirled it in her hand, hitting me with the handle. I grunted, moving my hand to my now bloody lip. I was trying to hold my composure, to not let anger take over me. I felt my eyes stare as she went completely insane. And then a tear fell.

“you think you can manipulate me with a fucking tear and try to take my gun....don’t, don’t you think you’ve hurt me enough?” Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady her breathing and keep her eyes open. She was probably about to pass out form the blood loss, or die. “You know what, J? I love you. I’m...I’m in love with you. And If you cared...about me...” I watched as she stepped to the edge “you’d save me.” I reached for her arm, but was too late, she was already over the edge, falling into the bubbling acid.

I grunted, walking backwards, thinking about leaving her, but I rip off my jacket.

Jumping in after her. I hit the acid, slightly burning my skin, swimming to the bottom and grabbing a hold of her and dragging her to the top. I took a gasp for air, expecting Y/N to do th same, but she didn’t. I looked around us, noticing black swirling in the yellowish chemicals. I brushed my lips against hers, again, expecting her to make up, but she didn’t. Pressing down harder, the taste of chemicals envaded my mouth, still not waking Y/N.

“J!” Looking up, I saw frost and my henchmen coming in.

“Frost! Get us out! She’s not waking up!” I growled angrily, kicking over to the side and started to push Y/N up, letting the henchman grab her. I climbed out of the chemicals, falling on to my knees beside of Y/N. “Come on, baby. I need you to wake up.” I looked up at frost eyes wide with desperation, somthing he’s never seen before...something I never felt before.

“What happened, J?”

“Harley happened. I couldn’t get my mind off of Y/N so I used Harley and she caught us. Then she said that she’d be here....and then....” I motioned towards her, my breathing ragid.

“Why isn’t she waking up? Harley woke up.” Frost was looking confused, pressing his fingers to Y/N’s neck, finding her pulse.

“Her wrists are slit.”

“That explains why there’s barely a pulse. She lost a lot of blood. We need a hospital, J. Now.”

We barged into the hospital, Y/N in my arms, limp. Frost started screaming for a doctor, making multiple rush to us, stopping as soon as they saw who it was.

“Save her and you won’t die.” I growled, placing Y/N on the bed. “Do I...make myself clear?” I pointed my gun at her as she nodded her head. “Good....now, she has a slit wrist and she jumped into acid. Now.....do your job...and save her.” The lady cut of Y/N’s top off and I watched as her lace clad breast came into view. Forcing my eyes away, I watched as she peeled her shirt off of her body, pulling it away from the dried blood. The cut was deep and thick, and the other arm with the letters craved into it was still bleeding a little.

“We need to hook her up to Iv’s and have a blood transfusion. If she looses too much blood then we’ll lose her for good. Sir, do you know her blood type?”

“A+.” I answered. How I knew, that’s a funny question. I had a file on her, I knew everything about her, I studied it day

“I need an A+ and the Iv’s. Hook her up. She should be awake in an hour or two once we get her set up.”

Frost and I went home so I could change and get Y/N clothes so we could get her once she woke up. Frost’s phone started to ring and he answered it, a look of concern washing over his face.

“Sir, Y/N’s gone. It was the bat.”

#joker smut #joker imagine #joker fanfiction #joker series #joker one shot #joker #jared letto joker #suicide squad #suickde squad fan fiction #suicide squad imagine #suicide squad one shot #suicide squad series #His loss my gain part 5

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