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baby-bearie · 4 years

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romeo, juliet, and evites to funerals

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jj maybank x reader

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a/n: uh oh. back again. thank you @jjmaebank for the beta read i love u. i did switch that one tangled reference i made.

JJ hates when you’re mad at him. You won’t text him, you won’t answer your phone, if you actually see him you’d never acknowledge him, and kisses? Forget about it. You’re not exactly a lot of fun when you’re mad at JJ.

You’re currently mad at JJ.

He figured that out after about the 3rd call you failed to return, and now he’s blowing up your phone. Nearly 50 unread texts, 27 missed calls and 13 voicemails, all in a span of 2 hours.

He’s persistent, he really is. Annoyingly so. Whenever JJ upsets you, his go to plan is to just irritate you into forgiveness. He thinks you can’t ignore him forever. You’re determined to prove him wrong. It’s been 3 days, and you’re proud of yourself. This is the longest you’ve held out against his torrent of digital apologies. You want to go longer.

It didn’t take JJ long to realize what you were mad about. For at least the fourth time this month, JJ had missed your date. You had planned a day on the mainland at a local fair, but you spent last Friday waiting as the ferry came and went.

If he had just canceled, you wouldn’t be mad. But he didn’t cancel, he just texted you every half hour, just when you were ready to give it up and leave, that he was coming and to hold on. And then around 5, a good 3 hours after he said he would come, he showed up.

And then he made fun of your outfit.

“Dude, what the hell are you wearing?” He even laughed.

So you left.

It is now Monday morning, and your phone has not stopped ringing for the past 8 hours. How the hell did he manage to keep going, nonstop, for 8 hours?

You can’t deny that you miss him. Going without JJ’s touchiness is affecting you too. Last night you had to cuddle a pillow.

You’re fixing your bed when the pebbles start hitting your window.

One, two, three, four. A pause. And then at least 30 pebbles all hit the window at the same time. You huff in annoyance, rolling off your bed to unlatch the window and shove it open.

“Hi, baby.” JJ is standing on your lawn, sheepishly smiling at you. His hand reaches up to rub the back of his neck.

You quirk an eyebrow at him, unamused.

“Oh, c’mon, Y/n! You can’t still be mad at me.” “Oh, I very much can! Or could you not tell from the numerous times I called you back?” You scoff.

JJ laughs, pushing his hands out at you, as if he’s reaching for you. “See, you’re talking to me already.” “Go away, JJ!” You grit your teeth.

“No.” “Go. Away.” “I don’t want to! Not until you forgive me!” “If you stay here another second, I’m literally going to ignore you for the rest of your life. We’ll get married and have kids and I still won’t talk to you.”

JJ snorts. “That would be bad for our family.”

“I will communicate with you through our children.” “Okay, well you’re pretty, like, vocal, if you know what I mean- “JJ, you disgust me.” “so I don’t know how you plan on me puttin’ a baby in you if you won’t talk to me. Communication is key, Y/n.”

“Okay, first of all, shut the fuck up. Second of all, if you don’t get off this street in the next ten seconds, I will call John B and I will make him drag you off.” You deadpan.

“That wouldn’t even work, John B would take my side.” “I’m his favorite!” You insist.

“Okay, I’m done talking to you, goodbye forever,” You begin to close the window, and JJ shouts. “Wait, wait, Y/n, wait, I swear I will start yelling.” “Goodbye, JJ.” You shut the window and JJ sighs dramatically.

He smirks up at you through the window before he opens his mouth.

“I am hopelessly in love with Y/n Y/l/n, and I’m going to scream about it now.” He whoops. Your neighbor sticks his head out his door. JJ turns and waves at him. “She’s up there!” He shouts, pointing at your window.

You yank the curtains in front of your window and flop back on the bed.

“Y/n, oh, Y/n, parting is something something? Oh, sweet sorrow! Something, something, I never read Romeo and Juliet last year, true beauty?” He screams.

You pull another pillow on top of your head, trying to muffle JJ’s yodeling outside your window. It barely works. You can make out more half-assed Romeo and Juliet references, but you know for a fact the only version of that play he knows is the gnome one.

Eventually, he leaves. You don’t dare actually check to see if he’s gone, scared that in true JJ fashion, he’s just baiting you. But after a good 30 minutes of quiet, you know JJ’s not patient enough for this. He’s gone.

He’s not done though.

He continues to overheat your phone with calls and texts. At one point he sends you an evite to his funeral. “Rip: jj maybank. Cause of death: lack of y/n.” The invitation reads.

At least he’s getting creative.

You’re almost thankful when the clear weather turns into a thunderstorm, knocking out your power. With no wifi, there’s no JJ.

Or so you were hoping.

You’re curled up with a cup of coffee and a family sized bag of chips in front of the TV, barely paying attention to the movie playing when he starts knocking on the door.

You’re not sure who would be at your door in the middle of a storm this bad. Obviously, one boy, but even he’s not dumb enough to come all the way here in weather this bad.

Except he is dumb enough.

You swing the door open to reveal a soaked JJ, squinting in the rain and holding up a bouquet of drooping carnations. He grins at you goofily.

“JJ, you dumbass, what the hell? Get in here!” You grab his wet arm and drag him inside. Even better, he came here in the rain, in a sleeveless shirt.

“Did you get my evite? Because I’m fucking freezing. I think this is how I go.” He’s dripping all over the floor.

You throw a glare over your shoulder as you retreat to find a towel.

Once you’ve wrapped it around him and forced him into a chair, you finally get to scream at him.

“You’re- You’re infuriating, you know that?” You cry out. “You drive me insane! What am I supposed to do if you get sick? Or worse!”

“Then you could’ve sent out those evites.” He smiles hesitantly.

“I’m being serious!”

JJ gives you another toothy smile and holds out the wimpy flowers. You take them from him and immediately hit him with them, spraying water droplets across his face.

“Ow. Okay, I deserved that.” JJ holds his hands up in defense and you hit him with them again.

“Maybe I shouldn’t buy you flowers anymore!” “You’re such an asshole!”

“I’m the asshole?” JJ stands now. “Yes, you’re the asshole.” “I’m the one getting beaten up with flowers!”

“What, did you think you could just show up here with stupid flowers and your stupid face and all would be forgotten?” “Well, no, okay, kind of?” JJ doesn’t know what to say to make you happy.

“That’s not how this works. You can’t just pull some big gesture and fix everything.” “Okay, you’re right. Y/n, I’m sorry.” He grabs your shoulders to look you dead in the eyes.

“You’re sorry?” “I’m sorry.” He shakes you a little.

“You’re sorry for what?”

JJ rolls his eyes, but finishes. “I’m sorry for standing you up and then being harsh about your fashion choices. I did not mean to hurt your feelings. It will never happen again.” JJ sounds like he’s reciting from memory.

“It’s going to happen again, you loofah.” “Loofah? I feel like that’s a new one.” “But you have to apologize, JJ.”

“I tried!” JJ protests, but you cut him off.

“And not over the phone.” You give him a look.

“Okay.” His hands travel to your hips. “Next time, I’ll say I’m sorry. Not over the phone. Can I please just kiss you now?”

“Is that all you came here for?” You laugh. “Pretty much, yeah.”

JJ leans down to kiss you, and you can feel him smile against you.

You pull away, eyes still closed. “I swear, stand me up one more time and I will dump you for- “Shut up.” JJ kisses you again but you lean back. “For good.” You finish and kiss him again.

“But then how would we,” He pecks your lips between words, “have that family you were talking about.”

You tug your head back completely. “I will leave you and my imaginary family.”

JJ shakes his head at you before he looks at the tv.

“What are you even watching?” “Romeo and Juliet.”

“Wait, isn’t he supposed to be a lot shorter than that?”

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savoies · 3 years

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say it first - braden schneider.

summary: two people loving each other but being afraid to say it.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: bad words, hints of angst, small mentions of sex.

a/n: let me just let you know that after this there are like two more friends to lovers fics i have written. anyways, i hope you enjoy and thank you to my wifey @bowenbyram for the title help. also for the anon who requested the ice skating blurb. (:

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Braden Schneider, the boy who you were so deeply in love with. But your relationship with him was strictly flirtatious. It had been that way since you met him. Him instantly throwing you a flirty comment and since then it was one flirty comment here and one flirty answer there. So after realizing that your friendship was purely flirting and no more you decided to get over your little crush that was way more than a crush.

Everyone was sitting around lazily at your friend's apartment, having nothing better to do on a Saturday afternoon. No one really speaking to each other and looking at their phones until Braden spoke up.

"Y/N my hand feels heavy, can I place it on your ass?" Braden said trying to stifle a laugh as those around him did too.

"B you're basically already laying on my ass." You rolled your eyes at his dumb attempt at a pick up line. "Braden you have something on your face here." You told him pointing to the corner of his lip.

"What where, What is it?"

"Just some cuteness right here." You giggled. Your friends around you gagged at the obvious sexual tension oozing from both of you.

Today you had a date with a dude that lived a few doors from you so as 6pm rolled around you got ready to leave. (but of course not before telling Braden one more pick up line.)

"Schneider, that shirt looks good on you, as a matter of fact I would too." All your friends said oohs and ahhs as you stood up.

"Ok I think that is enough flirting."

"Get a room."

Braden's eyes just widened as he quickly composed himself.

"Ok I am out." You spoke up. Everyone looked at you confused since Braden was your ride.

"Where are you going?" Your friend asked you.

"I'm going on a date with Ty." You replied.

"Wait Ty who smells like maple syrup Ty?" Braden questioned. "Maybe that's not the best idea." he whispered the last part so only you could hear.

"And why not? He's sweet and I like him." Y/N you replied. He always did this. He got defensive when some guy would get close but he would never do anything about it.

"You told me last week that he was annoying, I just dont think he's good enough for you." Braden exasperated. Your friends occupying themselves and trying to ignore the hushed whispers between you two.

"Ok Braden I love you and you're one of my best friends but you can't tell me who to date because keyword we are just friends." At the word friends Braden felt his smile fade. Maybe you went too far but you were mad that he was telling you not to go. I mean getting out was good for you. It's what you needed.

The thing with Braden and you was that no matter how big the fight you would always make up.

The same thing happened after your date. You missed him and as one of your yearly traditions approached you decided to break the childish silent treatment between you two.

You decided that a simple pick up line would do. 'Would you mind if I give you a kiss right now?'

As Braden read your message he slightly freaked. Before clearing his mind and thinking of a witty reply you sent another text. 'It's a joke B, I can already imagine you tensing up. But I did catch your attention right?'

'Haha very funny Y/N' he replied as you sent back a simple come over text.

He knew what today was. He thought that maybe after your last conversation you would pretend to forget. But a small smile appeared on his face, happy that you didn't.

It was your yearly ice skating tradition. Something that started the first year you met. Whenever the ice rink would open you would go the second Wednesday of the month.

And fast forward that is where you stood as you tried to tie your skates as Braden stood on the far left corner waiting for you.

"Ok just because you play hockey does not mean that you can show off with tying your skates fast." You spoke up. You hated asking for help but honestly it was quite difficult when your fingers felt numb because of the cold.

Braden's soft laugh reached your ears as he walked to you and helped you tie them.

"Well if Cinderella needed help then she should've asked her prince." He spoke up and your cheeks warmed up.

"What no flirty comeback." His eyebrows rose.

"Hold up, i'm thinking. I'll give you a flirty comeback alright." You smiled softly at him glad that everything about your conversation earlier in the week was being forgotten.

As you skated (or at least tried to) Braden laughed as you tried to catch up to him. "Hey B my hands feel cold. Can I put them in your pants to warm up?" You spoke sort of loudly as some moms looked over at you with an odd look and a blush rose of Braden's cheeks.

"Oh that's it." He said as he skated towards you and grabbed you from behind. Both of you falling, making you land on top of him.

As you hovered over him, eyes locked together as if there was no one else your eyes kept on flickering to each other's lips. Both slowly leaning in until a shout made you guys separate.

Both of you separating and attempting to get up. Laughing it off.

"Maybe we should head home, it's getting kind of cold." Braden spoke up as he stuck his hand out for you to help you stand up.

"Yeah, uhm totally." You said as you muttered a thank you and skated off.

As both of you neared your apartment building you stopped at your door.

"B, can i ask you something?" You looked up at him as he turned around to leave.

"Why didn't you want me going on that date with Ty?" As soon as the words left your mouth you wish you could've taken them back and just walked into your house.

"Well uhm I don't think I really have an explanation other than that I don't like him much." He said as he scratched his neck. Honestly you weren't sure what you were expecting. Maybe him saying that he wanted to be on that date with you.

"Oh." You spoke up. Then both of you said your goodbyes and Braden walked away and you tried to open your front door.

"Brade-.."

Y/-..."

Both of you spoke up and faced each other.

"You go first." You smiled.

"No you can go."

"Well uhm how about the same time." Honestly you weren't sure what you were about to do.

"I love you." Three words. Three words that came out both of your mouths. And the response from both of you was a simple oh. Guess that was now out in the open.

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holidaywishes · 3 years

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what’s next?

part eleven: what’s next

Requested: 🙅‍♀️

Summary: You and Brendan get married

Warning: Finale Time! Wedding, fluff, some angst

Author’s Note: I found the GIF on Google because it didn’t come up on Tumblr’s GIF search but I think the credit goes to @nhl-imagines-posts but if I’m wrong please let me know so I can give proper credit. I’m so grateful for those of you that have read this little series and I’m happy that those of you who enjoyed it have done so :D I decided to end this series at 11 because it’s Gally’s number, even though I truly hate uneven numbers, but also because I couldn’t see it really going anywhere other than this. I’m always happy to take your requests for Gally or anyone but be patient with me; sometimes, I forget I have anything saved and it’s like a month before I start a request. I hope you enjoy this finale! Stay Golden, loves! <3

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It took longer than you ever thought it would, to finally be getting ready to walk down the aisle to the man you had loved and lost and loved again. You put your dress on and looked in the mirror, taking in a sharp breath when you saw yourself for the first time

“Whoa” you whispered

“You look beautiful” Breanne said

“Like a princess” Erin cooed and you laughed at the two girls who would soon be your sister-in-law’s

“Thank you” you blushed before taking another breath

“You’re getting married” Rebecca sang as she came up behind you, squeezing your shoulders

“Did you ever think you’d get here?” you heard Della ask from the doorway, presumably having just come from seeing Brendan

“No,” you scoffed, “but yes. He was always the one for me. I know we’ve given everyone here whiplash for... like ever but he’s always just been this, lighthouse to me. Something that tells me I’m safe and I’m home, you know?” You noticed your mom smile from where she sat on the couch before turning back to the mirror, “I wish we didn’t have to go through what we went through to get here but I’m so happy that we’re here and that I get to marry this wonderful man who I love so much.”

“You found each other,” Della said after a pause before walking over to where you stood, “you love each other and the road to this day was meant to be. Sure, it was rocky but it was meant to be.” You smiled at her words, taking a deep breath before your mom came over to squeeze your shoulders

“You are so beautiful,” she said, tearing up as she spoke, “inside and out. I am so proud of you, baby girl, and everything you are and the strong woman you’ve become”

“We should probably get going,” Rebecca interrupted with a smile, “someone’s waiting for you downstairs.”

Brendan’s P.O.V

You were starting to panic. You stood in front of your family and friends as you waited for (Y/N) to walk down the aisle but, after almost 45 minutes, she still hadn’t shown up

“Where is she?” you mumbled under your breath

“Don’t worry,” Nolan replied and you realized, if he heard you, the rest of your groomsmen probably did as well, “she’s not gonna bail. She’s probably just too busy staring at herself”

“Maybe you’re right” you smirked before taking another deep breath and trained your eyes back to the door. The soft music continued to play and you felt your palms getting sweaty as another 10 minutes passed, “maybe I should go check on her...” you said to Nolan before preparing to walk down the steps

“Hold on,” he scoffed as he watched you get ready to dart, “just another minute or two and then you can freak out.” You sneered at his smirk when, suddenly, the door opened and the music started again; finally. Her bridesmaids walked in first, wide grins on their faces as they made their way to the altar to parallel your boys. The flower girl was next. Her white princess dress bouncing as she danced down the aisle, sprinkling daisies happily before finally reaching her parents in the pews. Then you finally saw her, noticing how the flower girl's dress nearly matched hers perfectly and you smirked to yourself. With every step she took, your heart began to beat more and more out of your chest, imagining the moment you'd finally be able to hold her hands in yours to become husband and wife. You watched as her father kissed her forehead and tearily gave her away

“You look stunning” you whispered when she stepped in front of you, smiling before squeezing your hands

“I'm sorry I'm late” she whispered back as the Priest began to address the vows

“Is everything okay?” you asked quickly

“Yeah,” she smiled, “we were just gushing about you”

“Oh well then,” you smiled back, “you could've spent as much time as you wanted.” You both caught the stern glare from the Priest and stopped talking so he could continue. When it finally came time to say your vows, you held back tears but (Y/N) let them fall freely, laughing as you wiped them away as she spoke.

“I now pronounce you,” the priest smiled, “husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” She squealed before placing her hands on your face and pulling you in so the two of you could share your first kiss as a married couple. You took her hand and raised it in a sort of victory pose before the two of you walked down the steps and out the big wooden doors at the end of the aisle.

“We did it!” (Y/N) giggled when you cleared the room, “we’re married!”

“We’re married” you sighed happily before kissing the backs of her hands.

You convinced Brendan to go to the closest fast food place because you were starving

“There's gonna be food at the reception...” he questioned

“You actually think we're gonna be able to eat?” you laughed and he shrugged in return

“Okay, where do you want to go?” he asked

“We have like half an hour, so let's go wherever is closest so we can just eat everything,” you chuckled, “then go to the reception and chat up all the guests and take pictures with everyone”

“Alright,” he agreed, “let's go then.” You rushed out to the car, carrying the pile of fabric that was your dress close to your chest and watched Brendan tail close behind. You ordered a chicken wrap to start and some fries to share while Brendan ordered a double cheeseburger, practically engulfing it. “Soooo good!” He mumbled with his mouth still full of food

“Ew, B,” you scoffed, turning your attention to your food, “that’s so gross. Don’t talk with your mouth full” he looked at you and you could already see the thought forming in his head

“Oh I’m sorry,” he teased, moving closer and closer to you with his mouth practically bursting with food before he took another bite, “is this bothering you?”

“Stop!” You squealed, pushing his chest from you, “oh my god! Stop!” he stopped, laughing once the food had cleared his mouth

“You want anything more? You haven’t had much” he asked

“Just a drink” you smiled and he was quick to jump up to grab you something. When you showed up at the reception, you were rushed to take pictures in almost every space you could and you could hear the guests begin to arrive. The rest of the night was filled with lights and laughter and singing and dancing until you couldn’t feel your feet anymore

“How are you feeling?” Rebecca smirked when she saw you slump into a chair

“My feet hurt” you whined

“You’re married!” she cooed as she helped you stand back up, wrapping her arm around your waist so you didn’t fall

“I know!” you exclaimed silently

“Let’s get some champagne to celebrate!” You had a few more drinks than you intended and Brendan came up behind you

“Someone ready to sneak out?” he whispered and you turned around quickly, falling into his chest

“Yes!” you whispered back, “how should we do it?” he pointed to the back exit and cocked his eyebrow before tilting his head in the direction

“Let’s get out of here” he smirked. You tried to be as quiet as possible, catching only a glance from your aunt at the bar who just raised her glass to you as you walked out the door.

Brendan’s P.O.V

You had told (Y/N) that it was probably a better idea to get a room at the hotel so you wouldn’t have to go far to ‘celebrate,’ and she agreed, but when you finally got up there, carrying her dress through the hallways, both of you just passed out.

“How are you, wife?” you smirked

“I’m sleepy,” she replied, “how are you, husband?”

“I know, baby” you laughed

“Help me get out of this dress” she said as she stood up and you happily obliged. When the dress fell to the ground, she quickly jumped under the covers and you followed suit.

“So…” you started

“Hmm?”

“We’re married” you continued, a smile creeping across your face as she opened her eyes

“Yes, we are”

“So what’s next?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean... do we want 2 kids or more?”

“Baby, I’m tired. We can’t do that tonight…” she laughed and you kissed her forehead

“You do want kids though?” you asked almost insecurely which she took notice of

“Of course I do,” she replied, her hand resting on your cheek as she continued to speak, “especially if they’re yours”

“Alright,” you smiled once more before your question, “2 or more?”

“Brendan!” she giggled, turning away from you

“I mean I would have a whole hockey team with you,” you joked, “but I don’t even know where we’d put them all…”

“2,” she said firmly, “no more, no less. Just two kids”

“Perfect.”

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 3 years

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Sweet Pandemonium - Gally (The Maze Runner) Part 12 of 16

Ugh, sorry for the slow updates nowadays. Starting a new semester in college is stressful and I’m trying to focus more on school since I suck at it.

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You and Gally felt that you two were caught up enough to go back out to the others, well, you tried to think that anyway.

You felt you could never get enough time with Gally that would satisfy you. You never felt so clingy to a person before. It was weird, and you hoped it wouldn’t damage everything around you.

Even if you just got him back, even if all you wanted was to be held by him, you had to stay focused on the survival of all your friends now. You couldn’t be clingy.

Gally on the other hand, could live with losing everything if it meant that you were safe. He obviously cared about his friends and saving Minho, but he didn’t want you to be involved in any way that could get you killed. No way. Remembering how helpless and scared he felt on the brink of death, Gally never wants you to feel that same fear.

Gally didn’t even want to leave the little room you two were in, you had force him out, leading you both back to rejoin the others with your hand holding his.

“Having fun in there?” Frypan voiced, grinning widely, genuinely happy that you two found each other again.

“Shut up, Fry.” Gally said for you, but still blushed.

Thomas rolled his eyes. “We need your help, Y/N.”

You reluctantly let go of Gally’s hand, turning to face Thomas. “Yeah, I figured.” Gally scowled at Thomas, still keeping you close to him.

“We came here to save you and Minho, we thought you’d be still locked up though. But is he okay? Where is he being held, do you know? And how have you been able to walk around the city?”

“Hey!” Gally’s voiced boomed. “Back off with the questions, will ya? You’re stressing her out.” He scolded Thomas.

“Hey, it’s okay.” You tried to calm Gally. In the back of your mind, you found it amusing that you were back to your old ways, having to calm him whenever he got angry. You walked over and sat in a chair. “This was my first time allowed to walk around the city.”

“How’d ya manage to do that?” Newt asked, knowing how W.C.K.D. must’ve treated their “guests.”

“Teresa. She pulled some strings.”

“Guess being cousin’s with her has its benefits.”

“How’s Minho, though?” Thomas asked, trying to get the conversation on track.

“Last time I saw him, he was fine. Alive. We were cell mates for a while, but Teresa moved me into her apartment.”

“So, you’ve been getting special treatment while Minho is being tortured...” Thomas mumbled bitterly, but you heard and scowled.

“You have no fucking idea, Thomas. I might be related to her, but she still lets them do whatever they want to me. The only thing she does is not let them kill me.” You ranted, causing everyone to go silent, Gally moving closer to you to intervene if you decided to teach the Greenie a lesson.

Thomas was pale, remorse radiating off of his body as he tried to compose himself. “Y/N...I’m sorry.” He said nervously. “I just want Minho back. He needs us.”

You dropped your anger, knowing that Thomas really just means well. He wanted to save Minho just as much as you did. “How can I help?”

“We need Teresa if we want this to work.”

“And what? You want me to kidnap her or something?”

“No, lead her to us. That’s it.”

To say that you were less than pleased would be an understatement. As soon as you saw Thomas, saw Newt, Fry, Gally, you felt you were finally free from that place. Now they want you to go back?

You didn’t want to, of course. Your knees felt like they would buckle under the pressure of agreeing to the plan. But so far, that seems to be the only option. You can’t just say no, you owed it to Minho to help out any way that you could. How you can help just so happens to be something you also fear...wonderful.

“Wait.” Gally voices suddenly. “You’re saying Y/N has to go back to that place?”

“She’s the only one who can get Teresa to us. She cares about Y/N.”

Gally shook his head and glared. This is exactly what he didn’t want. “No, Thomas. What if they never let her back out? No. No, she’s not going back.”

You rolled your eyes, they were talking like you weren’t even there. “Gally, it’s okay-”

“No, it’s not.”

“Minho needs our help.” You sighed, deciding to just bite the bullet and take one for the team. “It’s worth the risk.”

“Not to me.”

“Y/N will be okay. We came up a plan. You’ll go back, earn their trust. I’m sure Teresa already trusts you if she convinced them to let you go for awhile. They’ll be sure to let you back out.” Thomas said.

“Wait, what about the man that was guarding me?”

Thomas frowned, an irritated look painting his face. “Someone accidently,” He finger quoted, “killed him.” He glared at Gally.

“The shank deserved it.” Was Gally’s only defense.

Your heart sank, and Thomas seemed to notice. “It’ll be okay. You could just say your guard left, or something. Maybe you’ll gain more favor if you come back by yourself when you could’ve escaped.”

Gally scoffed. “This is such a stupid plan.”

“It’s all we’ve got, and we’re running out of time. If there was ever a chance to do this, now is the time. We’ve got a window, we just have to take it.”

“For Minho.” Newt voiced.

You couldn’t help but smile softly. “He would do the same for me.”

Gally huffed, storming away. He started to feel the way he felt when Thomas came up in the Glade, he was starting to lose control of everything. Like he had no say in what happens anymore. He felt like he was going to lose you due to some stupid plan that shank had, again. But then he remembered you’re alive because of Thomas, and if you had stayed with him in the Glade, you’d both be dead.

“Damn it.” Gally cursed aloud.

“Gally?” You voiced softly, coming up to stand behind him.

“I don’t like this, Y/N.”

“Well, what would you have me do then? Refuse this plan? Abandon Minho when I can help him?”

Gally sighed as he turned to face you, bringing his arms to rest on your shoulders. “No...” He mumbled. “...I don’t want to lose you again.”

You frowned, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning your cheek against his chest. “You won’t. I trust Thomas. The plan will work.”

“How can you be so sure?”

You shrugged. “I’m not. I just hope that.”

“That’s not very reassuring.”

“I’ve never been great at reassurance.” You nervously chuckled. “I can’t sit idly by knowing that I can help Minho, I just can’t.”

Gally understood, he really did. He felt that way when he learned the full extent of what was really going on at W.C.K.D. He knew you were right when you said Minho would do the same for you. If it was the other way around, he probably would’ve forced everyone to rescue you.

“I know...” Gally sighed, pulling you in for another hug and nuzzling his face in your shoulder.

“Hey...” You spoke softly, bringing a hand up to cradle his face. “You’re not gonna lose me, Gal. W.C.K.D. needs me for some reason, so I’m pretty sure they won’t kill me. Even if Teresa is on their side, I don’t think she’d just let them kill her only relative. That has to count for something.”

Gally chuckled tearfully. “You could’ve led with that, ya know?”

You smiled softly, taking Gally’s hand to lead him back to the group.

Even after discussing the full extent of the plan, it still left a bad taste in Gally’s mouth. But after getting a pep talk from Thomas, and encouragements from everyone else, you looked so sure of yourself.

Gally just wished he felt the same.

“This will work.” Thomas reiterated.

“I hope so.” You sighed, looking over to see Gally leaning against the wall with a sour look on his face.

Thomas followed your gaze. “Yeah, who knows what he’ll do to me if it doesn’t.” He tried to joke, and thankfully, you offered a little smile. “You ready?” He asked seriously.

You nodded, trying not to look as nervous as you felt.

“Wish I had some more words of encouragement, love.” Newt said as he hugged you.

You chuckled softly. “You’ve done enough already. I’m just glad you’re here, that I got to see you again.”

“That doesn’t sound too hopeful.”

“You wouldn’t believe me either way.”

Newt smiled weakly, bringing you in for another hug before allowing allowing Frypan to wish you luck too.

Gally walked up to you slowly, gazing at you worryingly before wrapping his arms around your shoulders for the umpteenth time that day. You instantly melted into his embrace, closing your eyes and letting yourself relax. Almost if time had stopped, you and Gally just stood there together, wishing for each other’s safety as big plays against W.C.K.D. were finally starting to come to fruition.

“I’ll be okay.” You whispered.

Gally didn’t have a response that could validate your hopefulness. He hated himself for being such a pessimist, especially in times like these where it’s needed for morale. He only hugged you tighter, and somehow you understood how difficult this would be for him. It would be difficult for you both.

You wished things were different. That the world was different. But it wasn’t, and it wouldn’t change by itself. You weren’t foolish enough to believe that, neither was Gally. This had to happen eventually. W.C.K.D. couldn’t get away with their methods forever.

You pulled away first, knowing that time wouldn’t stop for anyone.

Gally delicately brushed a strand of hair from your face, lingering his fingers on your skin that had somehow stayed smooth after everything you’d been through. He willed himself not to cry as Thomas called out for you, that it was time to take you back to enact the plan.

Gally was never good with words, that much was obvious. So, instead of expressing how much he would die inside if anything happened to you, he leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on your lips.

Gally cradled your face in his hands as he moved his lips against yours. The kiss definitely wasn’t as passionate as the ones before, but you still felt light headed from all the love that you felt radiating from him. But you couldn’t help but feel the kiss had a sense of sorrow, like he was never going to see you again. It was never Gally’s intention to make you feel that way, he just wanted you to feel loved.

“Y/N...” Thomas said sadly. “Time to go.”

You pulled away from Gally reluctantly, the sight of him looking more pitiful than ever with the hint of tears at the corner of his eyes, it broke your heart.

You tried to smile, but it only came out forced. “I’ll get this done, don’t you worry, Captain.”

The nickname made Gally smile softly, he gave you one last kiss on your forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Gal.”

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I Just Want My Heart Back: Sam Winchester x Reader

A/N: Hello friends! Well, I thought it was time to update my Supernatural masterlist since I’ve been writing so much for Marvel and Harry Potter. It’s been way too long since I wrote something that wasn’t holiday related for Supernatural and after talking to a very good friend, I came up with this!

BIG shoutout to @calaofnoldor because she gave some wonderful little nudges and suggestions for this and I’m quite proud of how quickly I put this together. The title for this was her idea, as well as this GIF so thank you lovely for all your help!

Warnings: Angst, swearing, breakup, jealous!Sam, mentions of sex, boobs (yep that’s a warning lol) and implied sex but nothing too filthy cause y’all know that’s not how I roll (and I want y’all to use your imaginations too ;))

Word Count: 4,383

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*Italics are flashbacks and POV*

-Monique

“I don’t think this is working out,” Sam says, coming to you one day after a hunt gone bad.

“What isn’t working out?” You ask, looking up to the taller Winchester.

“Us, you and me. You living and working with us. All of it.” He says, refusing to make eye contact.

“What? What do you mean it’s not working out? What’s the problem? I’ve been living with you and Dean for the last two years! Why is there suddenly an issue?” You question.

“Well lately, (Y/N) you’ve been really reckless on these hunts we’ve been going on,” he answers, still not looking at you.

“What? Reckless? I’m a hunter, Sam. I take chances just like you and Dean do and they don’t always go as planned, like today.”

“Exactly, that was really stupid of you to go in that warehouse by yourself,” he says as you’re taken back to the events of the day.

“Alright, Sam, you and I will scout out the warehouse, see if we come across any vics. (Y/N) I need you to be on the lookout and alert us if someone’s coming,” Dean said, with Sam next to him, guns aimed and ready to fire. But they looked to you and you were nowhere to be found.

“(Y/N)?” Dean whisper yells for you.

“Dean!” Sam says, panic filling his voice. The youngest brother pointed in the direction of where he was looking straight ahead, seeing you running inside the warehouse.

“Son of a bitch!” Dean yells as he and Sam run after you.

You were too far ahead to hear them running after you until it was too late. An entire pack of vampires had rushed you, trying desperately to sink their teeth into you. A good dozen or more were surrounding you and you began swinging, taking your knife to slice off the heads of the monsters as they grew too close. Screams of the victims could be heard as you fought hard, soon realizing you went alone. Just as one vamp lost its head, another was right behind you and sank its teeth into your shoulder. You scream out in agony; the venom was quickly spreading through your body.

“(Y/N)!” Sam yells to you, watching as you fall to the ground; the pain bringing you to your knees.

“Sam, we can’t stop, there are too many vamps out here!”

“She’s going to turn into one of them if we don’t help her, Dean!”

“Cas! If you can hear us, get your feathery ass down here and save (Y/N)!” Dean yells and then, a fluttering of wings came down in front of you.

“Hello (Y/N), let me take a look at you,” Cas says, kneeling beside you and carefully moving your collar of your shirt away from where you were a bit. You hiss out in pain as the wound was now exposed to the air around you.

“Alright (Y/N) luckily I was able to get here just in time before it got too bad so I can heal you enough now to transport you back to the Bunker but I’ll have to extract the venom from you later. okay?” Cas explained.

“Just, do it!” You cry and a blinding light flashed around you, causing you to lose your sight for just a moment but the sound of vamps being killed was the last thing you heard.

“Alright, I admit, that wasn’t the best decision I could’ve come up with but I’m okay!”

“Yeah, but today wasn’t the first time you got hurt really bad on a hunt!” Sam yelled, suddenly making himself seem even bigger than he already was.

“What are you saying, Sam? You want me to leave?”

“Yes. I can’t keep worrying about you getting hurt because you’re too damn stubborn to listen to a damn thing Dean or I tell you! We’re more experienced hunters, (Y/N), we know what’s safe and what’s not. We can’t that burden over our heads,” He says.

You felt the tears brimming to the surface of your eyes but with the words he just spoke, you couldn’t let him see you upset.

“Alright, um, I’ll go pack my things and be out of your way.” You say, brushing past your now ex-boyfriend, but making sure to hit him hard as you did so.

When you reached your room, a photo of you and Sam sat on the end-table beside your bed, the smiling faces just mocking you. Grabbing the frame, you throw it across the room and scream at the broken glass now scattered across the floor.

“Fuck you, Sam Winchester!” You yell, hoping to anyone that he was listening.

You and Sam had always been close and just recently started dating. Sure, it was challenging but you thought since you were in the business too, it would be easier to work out any differences you may face; you were clearly mistaken. Taking a duffel bag from out of your closet, you throw all your clothes and toiletries inside, packing up furiously. When you were sure you had everything, you find a scratch piece of paper and write up a note for Dean. You and he were close too; he was like your older brother.

Dean,

I am so sorry to be writing you this letter but I’ve been informed that I should not be living or hunting with you and Sam anymore. Apparently, I am a burden to you guys and you don’t want to have to worry about my well-being on every case. I guess I am just like you though; stubborn as a mule. I thought that was a good thing but according to Sam, it’s not. I thought he and I could work through anything because I became a hunter too, but I was wrong about that, too.

I’m not sure where he and I went wrong, but today was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I love him, Dean, I really do, but I guess he doesn’t love me enough to keep fighting for a relationship with me. I have a friend who’s a hunter who offered a place for me to stay and is willing to teach me new skills to improve myself as a hunter and who knows, maybe by then, Sam will actually want me around as a partner.

I’m going to miss eating greasy burgers and staying in cheap motels and watching Western’s with you but this is for the best. I can’t be around someone who doesn’t want me around and Sam has made that very clear that he doesn’t care about me anymore.

Here’s my address of where I’ll be staying at for a while; just don’t tell Sam where I’m at. I need to grieve the loss of one of the best things that have ever happened to me. I wish him well though, please tell him that.

I hope to stay in touch with you; you’ve always been like a big brother to me. I love you Dean and I’ll call you when I get to my new home.

Love, (Y/N)

Folding up the paper, you grab your bag and your keys for your car. Walking past Dean’s room, you slide the letter under his door and knock on it, before rushing towards the stairs out when you heard Sam calling for Dean.

“What’s up, Sammy?” Dean asks when he opens his door, noticing the note in front of him.

“I think I found a case for us to work. What’s that?” Sam said, looking at the paper in his brothers’ hand. Just then, the sound of a vehicle starting and driving away interrupted them.

“Who’s leaving?” Dean asked, walking out to the War Room; Sam remaining silent. “What?”

Sam remained quiet for a while until Dean starting growing angry.

“(Y/N) left,” Sam finally said.

“What? What do you mean, (Y/N) left?” Dean asked, still furious with his little brother.

“Where did she go, Sam?”

“I don’t know,” Sam said, avoiding the conversation he just had with (Y/N).

Just then, Dean remembered the letter that was on his bedroom floor. He reached for it from his back pocket and opened it.

Sam watched as Dean’s eyes bounced back and forth across the page; he was starting to feel guilty.

“You told her to leave?” Dean asked, in a calm voice but Sam didn’t peak.

“Answer me, Sammy! Did you tell (Y/N) to leave?!” Dean’s voice escalated.

“Yes,” Sam simply answered.

“Great, you know she’s gone, right? She said we see her as a burden? Did-did you tell her that?!”

“Yes,”

“Oh my God, Sam! That’s just great! You know she was the best thing that ever happened to you and you just push her away like that? Why?”

“She was always getting hurt, Dean? What was I supposed to do? Tell her she was doing a good job at constantly getting hurt?” Sam yelled back to his brother.

“Yes! She was stubborn like we are but she was willing to become a hunter just so she could be with you, Sammy! She loved your dumb ass and what, because she got hurt all the time, you stopped loving her?”

“No, I-I never said I don’t love her anymore,”

“Well, she thinks you don’t love her! And you know what else she said in this letter? She said she needs time to grieve the best thing that ever happened to her!”

Sam was quiet for a minute, letting his brothers’ words sink in. The girl he was in love with, was gone forever, all because he hated how stubborn she was and how she never listened. She was just like him and that bothered him. He didn’t want her to be like him, so broken and hurt, but she was also good. She was beautiful and had a positive outlook on life; always bringing happiness to the brothers when they were down. She was young and full of life, always caring about everyone else before herself and maybe that was why she always got hurt. But she loved Sam and he couldn’t understand why, but he felt lucky to have her. Maybe he was overreacting; he got hurt a lot too. It was part of the job to get hurt saving people’s lives and not everyone could do it but (Y/N)? She was good at it because she cared for people so much, way more than he or Dean even could.

“Did she say where she was going?” Sam suddenly asks, growing worried about where she had gone.

“She did, but she doesn’t want you to know. You really hurt her, Sam,” Dean said.

“I know, I fucked up bad. I thought if she wasn’t here anymore, that she couldn’t get hurt, and then I wouldn’t have to worry about her so much. At least, if she went away, she would be safe, but I don’t even know that to be true,” Sam confesses.

“Your plan just completely backfired on you,”

“Yeah, I made things worse, and for what?”

“Because I thought this was the best way to protect her and when she got hurt, Dean, she was almost always near death. I-I couldn’t stand seeing her like that because I knew there was a better way but she always had to go down the harder and more painful path.”

“Yeah, and you know why she did that?” Dean asked.

“Why?”

“Because she was a Winchester. She was stubborn and hard-headed but she is a fighter and she always believed in the best in people. And what did you do? You tried to penalize her for it,” Dean said.

“I know, I really fucked up here. I gotta try and find her, Dean. Tell her I was wrong,” Sam said, going to grab keys for one of the vehicles the brothers owned.

“Dude, she doesn’t want to see you,” Dean reminded him of the letter.

“Well, she didn’t leave that long ago. She couldn’t have gotten too far; I have to try,” Sam argued back.

“Want me to go with you?” Dean asked but Sam shook his head.

“I need you to stay here just in case she comes back home,” Sam says before realizing the Bunker wasn’t (Y/N)’s home anymore. “Just stay here.”

Sam grabbed a jacket and his phone before rushing off to the garage and jumping in behind the wheel of a car. Just before he sped away, Dean came out to the garage with a set of keys in his hands.

“Here,” he said, tossing the keys to Sam.

“Baby? You’re letting me take her?” Sam questioned, surprised that his brother trusted him with his most prized possession.

“Yeah, she’s pretty reliable and will get you where you need to go. Plus, (Y/N) loves her. If you do end up catching up with her, the least you can do is show up in a good-looking car,” Dean smirked as Sam threw the other keys back to him.

Throwing the car into drive, Sam sped out of the garage, desperate to find (Y/N) and hoping he wasn’t too far behind her. He wanted to apologize to her, tell her he still loved her, and was only speaking out of frustration. Of course, he wanted her to stay and keep hunting with him and Dean but he worried about her a lot, and seeing her hurt all the time, wasn’t good for anyone. Maybe he was being selfish but he thought he was doing the right thing for everyone when he really was hurting the one person who meant the most to him. He pushed the gas pedal down as hard as he could, not caring about the speed limits, and looking around to see if her vehicle had stopped anywhere, as his mind kept wandering off to the letter she left for Dean. Why didn’t she leave one for him? Did he hurt her that bad?

Sam’s POV

Damnit, I shouldn’t have told her to go and now, I can’t find her. What if I do find her and she doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore? She easily could tell me to go to hell; I mean I did that already but it would be worse hearing it from her. Would she ever let me explain where I was coming from? If she didn’t, I don’t think I would blame her; I wouldn’t let me explain. I hadn’t realized how long I had been driving for but it was starting to get dark. My speed had decreased drastically as I figured I should pull over and rest for the night. It’d be no good for me driving at night when I was this upset over the whole situation. Maybe this still made me seem selfish but I didn’t want to end up dead before I got to her. Seeing a small bar off the side of the road, I go to pull into the parking lot, searching for (Y/N)’s car just in case she had done the same as me.

Getting out of the car, I lock Baby up and head inside, anxious to see if (Y/N) was there. Looking around the room, I’m met with a bunch of unfamiliar faces. I walk to the bar and order a shot of whiskey. The liquid burned as it went down my throat and temporarily made me feel better but that feeling went away quickly. Just as I was about to order my next shot, I look over out of the corner of my right eye and see that familiar face; the one who had been driving me insane.

She was sitting at a booth with some guy who couldn’t keep his hands off of her but she didn’t seem to mind. Was she crazy?! This guy is disgusting! How could she be okay with him touching her? I’m the only one who is allowed to touch her. Wait, no, I can’t think like that; I’m the one who broke up with her. But did she have to be looking at him with those big (y/e/c) eyes? And that perfect smile? She used to look at me like that all the time and now? My last memory of her was the look of pure sadness and somber; like I just kicked a puppy or something. No, I just broke her heart. Alright, I hate myself but I need to do something about it instead of just sitting here and watching her fall all over some random guy. I may regret this later but I figure I should go with it and see what happens.

“Hey baby, there you are. I was starting to worry about you,” I say, pulling a chair over to sit on the opposite side of where her “date” was. She looked over at me with a look of disgust but my jealous side told me I was doing the right thing.

“Go away, I don’t want to talk to you,” she says, turning back to the other guy, so I did the next best thing I thought to do. I stand up and wrap an arm around her waist, hoisting her over my shoulder. She screamed and started cussing me out, causing everyone to look at us.

“Just our honeymoon is all, she’s a bit nervous,” I lied, looking at the bartender who just nodded his head and smirked; dirty old man. Walking back out to Baby, (Y/N) hits my back several times, telling me I must’ve lost my mind to be treating her like this and she is going to fucking scream when I finally let her down.

“(Y/N) please, just let me explain,” I say, finally setting her down but still holding onto her arm.

“Why should I Sam? You made it very clear that we were over and that I was a burden to you; why can’t you just let me go? I just want my heart back because you destroyed it,” She says trying to wiggle free from my grasp.

“I can’t let you go,” I say, letting her out of my hold.

“You just did a few hours ago!” She says, growing frustrated with me.

“I didn’t mean anything I said back then; I’m so sorry,” I try to reason with her but I can tell she’s not buying it.

“Why even say it then?” She scoffs, rolling her eyes at me.

“I was talking out of my frustration. I hate seeing get hurt; you’ve almost died more than once. I hate that you’re just as much a Winchester as Dean and I are; just as stubborn. But you’re a damn good hunter and we’ve gotten better at this job because of you. I can’t imagine not having you hunt with us anymore; you’re too damn important to me now. I want you to stay; I need you to stay.”

She was quiet for a minute then spoke up, “you told me I was a burden to you, Sam. Do you know how that made me feel? You made me think you didn’t love me anymore. So when you told me to leave, I couldn’t fathom the words that were coming from your mouth. I sat in my car about a mile outside the Bunker and balled my eyes out. Do you not realize what you mean to me? I love you, Sam, but you just tossed me aside like I was nothing.”

“That wasn’t my intention, (Y/N)! I-I thought I was protecting you!” I yell.

“Okay you really don’t want to be yelling at me right now when you’re already on thin ice here, Winchester,” she warns and I apologize.

“I promise, that wasn’t what I meant to do. I thought I was protecting you by telling you, you were a burden on us. I knew that if I asked you not to hunt with us for a while, you’d just argue with me about why that’s not fair, so I figured if I told you that it was becoming too difficult for us to always care for you, that you would sit back yourself. And then it spiraled out of control from there and I kept up with the act that I didn’t care about you because I had to make you believe that you weren’t safe hunting. I never told you I didn’t love you; I can’t believe you thought that. I love you more than I’ve loved anyone else and I know that’s a lot to hear because we’ve only really been dating for a short time but we started off as friends first and I knew from that very first day you came to us for help on a case, that I loved you. And then when you told me you had feelings for me too, I was so happy because finally, here’s this amazing woman who understands the business because she does it herself and I love her. But I talked to Dean and he made me realize I probably made the biggest mistake of my life and I am so, so sorry. I only said everything I did because I cared too damn much about your well-being. And I know, it’s dumb and doesn’t make any sense but it’s the truth. I hope you can forgive me and we can go back to just being us. And I am so sorry you cried; I hate when you’re sad. But if you’ll let me, I want to make it up to you.”

There was silence was settled between us for an agonizing amount of time before she did something I wasn’t expecting. She quickly closed the space between us and grabbed the back of my head to pull me into a kiss. Instantly, I grab onto her hips, holding her into place, while my lips let her know how much I truly missed her. I was growing tired of leaning over so I lifted her to my level, easily able to intensify the kiss. She held onto the back of my shirt like she was afraid she was dreaming and I would disappear at any minute, but I tried to convince her that I wasn’t going anywhere; I was too far invested in this. I broke the kiss for a minute, looking at the beautiful girl in my arms.

“I have an idea,” I said, setting her down and unlocking the car. She watches me closely as I unlock the door she was standing closest to and open the door to her.

“Get in,” I say. She does but doesn't understand what I was implying until I grabbed the bottom hemline of my shirt and lifted it over my head. When she realized what my idea was, she followed my lead, lifting her shirt over her head and threw it on the floor of the car. I duck down and make my way inside to the back seat, hovering over her as she lays across the seat. She looked up at me, never breaking eye contact until I kissed her again. My hands traveled down her body, and she reacted to my touch, back arching into me. She pulled away to remove her bra before attaching her lips to mine again. As more and more articles of clothing were being removed, she broke the silence for a minute.

“You know, Dean is going to kill us when he finds out we had sex back here.”

I laugh, knowing she was telling the truth and thinking what my brother’s reaction was going to be.

“Well, he doesn’t have to know; we’ll get her cleaned before we go back to the Bunker,” I say, trying not to make a big deal out of what we had planned.

“Oh, I don’t know, plus, how many times has he had sex back here?” She asked and I paused to think about it.

“You know, you’re probably right. I’m sure it’s been numerous times! Wanna just go check into that motel over there?” I suggest, throwing my head to the side to motion to the motel.

“I mean, that’s tempting but equally as disgusting. You know how questionable those rooms are! If we’re going to have sex, I want it to be special!” She kept her stance on the topic.

I sigh but realize she was right. I didn’t want to just sleep with her in the backseat of a car or at a dingy motel. As much as I was really wanting to go through with this, I figured we would have a much better time back at the Bunker.

“Alright, how about we just make out like some crazy teenagers for now and save the rest for later,” I suggested, wiggling my eyebrows at her. She laughs for a moment before reaching down to pick her bra back up but I stopped her.

“Why don’t you just leave that off for now,” I say, eyes trailing down to ger exposed chest before a devilish grin made its way across my face. Her cheeks redden but she throws the bra back and brings me back for another kiss, my hands traveling their way over each breast, savoring the way her skin felt against mine. I missed this feeling; having her with me and exploring every part of each other. And not just for a day or just to ‘scratch an itch,’ but because we loved one another and I needed her to know just how vital she was to my life. Without her, I cannot go on; I know this from experience so I knew I needed to do whatever it took to make her realize that I loved her.

And after a while and we began our journey home, my hand in hers as she sang along to the cassette tapes Dean had, I knew I finally found the happiness that I thought I couldn’t find because of the life I chose to lead and a life I prayed would never change. It may have been selfish to desire a happiness such as this but I also know I struggled to find peace so now that I have it, it’s like a precious artifact that I will fight to protect at all costs, no matter the risk to my own life, because that I what you do when you love someone.

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Home for the Holidays (2)

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Summary: He could’ve easily told you about Margot on many occasions. Why didn’t he? You can’t be sure. What you do know, is his secret makes it easier to have your own. Even so, your guilt is almost unbearable.

Warnings: Language, drinking alcohol, alluded drunkenness.

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Part: 1/5 (probably)

A/N: Just like the reader and Luke, I don’t know how I'm going to pull this series off. This chapter seems a little quick and jumbled to me but everything is important to the plot, sorry in advance. As always, feedback is loved and appreciated :) Not my gif!

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Just like Hawkins, your room remains exactly the way you left it. Your knickknacks collected a thin layer of dust while you’ve been away, the photos and books still sit in their rightful places, the clothes you always leave behind are still folded neatly in your dresser untouched. This room used to be your sanctuary, an escape from problems that were just beyond the door.

It’s always a weird feeling waking up in your childhood home, surrounded by things belonging to the person you used to be. You feel out of place, too different from the girl you used to be to claim this room as your own, like your past and present are at battle and you’re caught in the crossfire. You’d give anything for this room to feel like home again. You wish you could crawl back under the sheets, to go back in time and have the worries you had as a teen before the real world came all too quickly. Or at the very least, you just wish you had a good night’s sleep.

Exhaustion is not an unusual for you these days. In the past month, you got used to working late nights and studying until the early hours of the morning. Today should be like any other, going through the motions, learning to live with the mistakes made in nights prior. You’re not sure how to live with this one though.

You don’t remember the last time you lied to Steve, the two of you were always brutally honest with one another, so open with each other’s lives at times was almost painful. Or so you thought.

It wasn’t like Steve to keep secrets from you, quite frankly you didn’t even think that was possible anymore. Every second of downtime your day allowed was spent talking with him, whether that was through FaceTime calls or text messages. He could’ve easily told you about Margot on many occasions. Why didn’t he? You can’t be sure. What you do know, is his secret makes it easier to have your own. Even so, your guilt is almost unbearable.

“Do we look straight enough?” Luke asks from beside you. He’s spent the majority of the morning sifting his suitcase to find something to wear.

“I don’t know,” You admit looking over your outfits for the tenth time. “Wait, uncuff your jeans.”

“Seems a little stereotypical.” He grumbles, bending over to fix his pant legs.

“Well I don’t know! This entire thing is fucked up and I really don’t know how we’re going to pull it off.” His eyebrows raise at your sudden outburst. “I’m sorry,” You say, pressing your palm to your forehead to collect your thoughts, “I know you’re trying to help, and I can’t thank you enough. But I didn’t think break would be this stressful.”

“Remember that one time at the bar? When the creepy guy wouldn’t leave you alone? Think of it like that.”

“You pretended to be my boyfriend all of five minutes. And it was to fool a stranger not my entire family and closest friends.” With a final sigh, you reach for the door handle.

“Shouldn’t we set ground rules?” He asks.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, it’s Christmas and there’s mistletoe and shit,” He shrugs, “I’m not kissing you for more than three seconds.”

“Yeah, because I totally want to make out with you in front of everyone.” You only get a glare in response. “Okay, fine. No kisses longer than three seconds. Are you okay with holding hands and hugging?”

“Sure, that’s pretty normal. I could kiss your cheek or forehead when it feels necessary too.”

“Cool. I’ll even lay my head on your shoulder if I get tired or something, but I do that anyway.”

“And how’d we start dating?” He questions, “That’s probably pretty important to know.”

“We kissed that night at the bar, right? Let’s just say that’s when we realized our feelings for each other. Keep everything as close to the truth as possible so this doesn’t get even more out of hand. Deal?” You stretch your hand out for him to shake.

“Deal.”

Reluctantly, the two of you head into the kitchen. Dustin’s already seated at the table; his breakfast barely touched. Your mother hums to herself, fixing the last of the bacon on the stove.

“Morning, love birds!” She sings as the two of you take your seats. You almost cringe, you watch Luke gulp before sending a smile her way. It seemed only right that you told your mother and Dustin that Luke was more than just your roommate after telling Steve. Now, she won’t shut up about it, you wish you never said anything at all. “Did you sleep well?” She asks, setting the rest of the food onto the table.

“Always do.” You smile, beginning to fix your plate. You didn’t, between Luke’s tossing and turning and the ball of anxiety waiting to unravel at any given moment, it’s surprising you got an hour of sleep at all. When you look up, your mother is already grinning at you. “What?”

“I was wondering how long it’d take before you both fell in love. I’m just so happy the two of you finally made it official.” Luke chokes on his orange juice beside you, you can’t help but stare at her with your mouth agape. “Oh god, have we not said the ‘L’ word yet?”

“Anyways, Dustin!” You cheer, desperate to have the conversation not centered around you. “Will we be seeing Suzie at all over break?”

“She lives in Utah, Y/N,” He says with an eyeroll, “In what world would I be seeing her.”

“I don’t know,” You shrug, “Everyone else is with their boyfriend or girlfriend, I thought maybe you would be too.”

“The only person who brought someone home is you.” Dustin says, poking at his food with his fork, maybe you hit a nerve.

“That’s not true, Steve brought Margot.” Dustin’s head snaps up, ignoring anything that held his attention before.

“Who’s Margot?”

“Steve’s girlfriend apparently. You didn’t know either?” You ask sharing a glance with Luke.

“That son of a bitch—” He cringes before your mother can even ridicule him. “I knew he had a fling. I didn’t know they made it official. Or that he’d bring her home.”

“Well if it makes you feel any better, I knew jack shit about this girl.” Your mother throws her hands into the air with a huff at her children’s bad manners. You and Dustin stifle a laugh while she excuses herself from the table to get ready for work. “We’re about to meet Robin and do some last minute Christmas shopping before tonight, wanna come with?”

“No thanks, I’m helping Erica fix her laptop today.” Dustin says finishing his last few bites of food.

“You’re still coming to Steve’s tonight though, right?”

“No shit, it’s tradition.” He says taking his plate to the sink. You can’t help but smile. Even after all these years, Christmas traditions with your family of misfit friends hasn’t changed.

An hour or so later, you find yourself pulling into the Starcourt parking lot. Two years ago, you hated this place, it was always crowded and too loud. It didn’t help that you worked for shit pay at the Gap, all your time seemed to be spent at this place. Sure, it was new and exciting when it first opened, but the glamor quickly wore off after about three shifts.

You suppose it wasn’t all bad, though. Steve would always bring you a scoop of your favorite ice cream on his break or you’d hang out in a booth with him and Robin on yours. You never stopped making fun of their uniforms, Steve’s contact photo is still him in that stupid sailor hat.

“You’re telling me a town this size has a mall this big?” Luke asks trailing towards the entrance behind you.

“Yeah, apparently in the 80s people thought that Russians infiltrated Hawkins, but the conspiracy was never proven.” You laugh. He doesn’t get another word in before you spot Robin, the two of you already sprinting towards each other’s arms. As always, you greet each other with hugs and squeals earning concerned glances from fellow shoppers.

“It’s been too long!” Robin smiles, pulling away from the embrace.

“It gets harder every time we say goodbye.” You agree before quickly introducing Luke and your best friend.

The three of you shop for way too long and spend far too much money. Each of you have a handful of bags and aching feet by the time you find a quiet booth in Scoops, a tradition after every shopping excursion.

“The outfits look even worse these days.” You comment, setting down your purchases onto the tile by your feet.

“I’m sure mine and Steve’s belong to someone else now, they rarely ever buy new ones.” She says taking the seat across from you. Your nose wrinkles in disgust, but the dingy yellow shirts that you swear were once white only confirm her statement. “Hey, while we have some time alone, can we talk about your boyfriend for a sec?”

When you look at her, the normal smirk isn’t present on her features, the glint of mischief is absent from her eyes. Your stomach churns, you’re tempted to breakdown right here, to come clean and tell her everything’s a lie. It’s hard enough lying to one best friend, you hate lying to them both.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“And please don’t take this the wrong way, I’m only saying this because I love you.” You shift uncomfortably in the metal chair. Robin never outwardly says she loves you, not unless she’s drunk. You glance over to Luke, he’s too preoccupied leaning on the counter talking to a boy with floppy hair to even notice. “Do you think there’s any way he could be—”

“Gay? I know.” You laugh, or try to that is. A part of you feels relieved, to have at least one other person know the secret you’ve been carrying for the past twenty-four hours, to have another person on your side. At the same time, you’re terrified. Of course, Robin knows all about your crippling feelings for Steve, she’s known almost since the day you met. She’s had her fair share of ‘Steve Talk’ at sleepovers or on phone calls. You don’t know what you’ll do if she’s angry you lied to her about it, that she had to figure it out for herself.

“Oh, thank god,” She sighs, shoulders slouching as relief spreads through them, “I really thought you were blinding dating him and had no idea.” She pauses abruptly, cocking her head to the side, “Is this because of Steve?”

“Why would—”

“Alright, this one’s for you,” Luke interrupts, setting Robin’s order in front of her. “And this one’s for you.” He presses a quick kiss to your cheek as he sits down. Robin purses her lips at the sight, trying her hardest not to laugh.

“We’ve been outted.” You say, digging your spoon into an already melting ice cream cup.

“Fuck, already?”

“Is it that obvious?” You ask, although Robin’s already shaking her head.

“Everyone in this town is oblivious. They wouldn’t know a gay person if one was standing in front of them,” She gestures towards herself, “Clearly.”

You try to laugh, but you can’t even find the energy to muster a smile. On day one of this charade, it’s already crashing around you. If you couldn’t lie to Robin, to make it believable enough to her, how could you to Steve? The person that knows you better than anyone, who can spot one of your lies from a mile away. It’s starting to look more impossible and more unbearable with each passing second.

“Hey, I’m not going to tell anyone.” She reaches across the table, patting your hand in efforts to put your mind at ease.

“Silver Cat?” You ask, cocking a brow her way.

“Well I assumed so.” She rolls her eyes, waving her hand in dismissal.

“Wait, Silver Cat? What the fuck is that?” Luke looks between the two of you, waiting for someone to fill him in.

“It’s our code. Basically, if someone calls Silver Cat, nobody else in the party can know. No matter what, it stays just between us.” Robin explains.

“We rarely use it. It’s for our most top secrets. Like when I told her about my crush on Steve, I called Silver Cat.” Luke nods along understanding, “It’s only used between us, Dustin and Steve. We used to have a whole saying but that’s is the only thing that stuck.” The three of you begin to eat your ice cream in silence, each of your thoughts elsewhere.

“I’m sorry, I have to ask,” You blurt, “Why did you think this had to do with Steve?” Not that any of this made sense, this whole thing is a shit show from start to finish. But maybe that part makes the least sense of all.

“I assumed you met Margot.” Truthfully, you don’t know what answer you were expecting, you could’ve come up with hundreds of responses, but that wouldn’t have made the list.

“Am I the only one that didn’t know this girl existed?” You can’t tell whether you’re more sad or angry. It’s like everyone is a part of one huge joke, all watching and laughing from the outside.

“Well, I don’t think Nancy and Johnathon know.” She tries to make it lighthearted, maybe even make you laugh. It doesn’t work.

“Yeah, that makes me feel better.” You roll your eyes, pushing away the ice cream that remains, your appetite disappearing all at once. Across from you, Robin shifts in her seat. She focuses too intently on the table in front of her.

“He called Silver Cat too.” She admits. You want to ask more, to try your best to prod more information out of her. But that’s not how the code works, each of you made that very clear almost two years ago. The only thing you can do, is drop the subject entirely. “All I can say is,” She continues, even though it’s against the rules and you both know it. “She wasn’t supposed to come home for Christmas.”

You spend the rest of the day in a daze, your mind clouded with matters far beyond faking a relationship. You know you shouldn’t, nobody can be mad when someone uses the code, you were the one who came up with that rule. You always thought Steve would somehow end up finding out about your feelings and get mad at everyone else in the party. It wouldn’t be their fault for keeping your secret, so you thought of a loophole. You never would’ve thought it’d be used against you. And even though you parted ways with Robin hours ago, you still hear her words in your head. The conversation has been on repeat, like a song you can’t stop hearing no matter what you try.

“You okay?” Luke nudges you as you make your way up the steps to Mr. and Mrs. Harrington’s front door.

“I will be.” You shrug. You can’t bring yourself to move towards the doorbell or even knock.

“We don’t have to do this tonight, we can say I got sick or something.” He offers.

“Even if you were sick, I’d still come. The four of us take traditions very seriously.”

“Wow, thank god we’re not real. You’d be a terrible girlfriend.” You offer a quiet laugh. With a final deep breath, you interlock fingers with Luke’s. He gives you a reassuring squeeze as you knock.

It doesn’t take long for the door to open. You half expect it to be Robin, for her to be there to soften the blow. She’d whisper a joke in your ear to ease your nerves or immediately hand you some sort of liquor. You don’t know how you’ll survive the night without one.

Part of you thought it’d be Steve, that would only make since. He’d smile and you’d try not to swoon. He’d give you a welcoming hug and say he missed you despite seeing you the day before. You didn’t, however, think it’d be Margot.

“Hello!” She sings, full of energy. She catches you off guard, pulling the two of you in a hug. It doesn’t last long, but even in the quick exchange you can smell her perfume, vanilla and something citrusy. You can even smell the trace of Steve, the same cologne he’s worn since high school. It makes your stomach recoil.

You don’t have enough time to dwell on the thought, she’s already pulling you inside talking a mile a minute, you can hardly keep up with her words as she drags you to the living room. “I’m so excited for tonight. I love looking Christmas lights. When we were on our way here, I saw all of them on the houses. They weren’t lit of course, but I think they’ll be pretty. Oh, we also made eggnog, it’s spiked but there’s more brandy on the counter if you like it stronger.” You glance at Robin, sitting on the sofa already nursing her drink. She only smiles with a light shake of her head.

“Oh, yum,” You say once you come to a stop.

“Sorry, I’m a little excited. I’m so glad you guys are here, I can’t wait to get to know you both.” She offers a bashful smile that you can’t help but return.

It’s here you realize you have nothing against her. It’s not her fault she’s dating the man you’re in love with, she had no way of knowing that. It’s also not her fault he didn’t tell you. Maybe, your anger has been spent on the wrong person, blinded by your feelings for Steve.

“We can’t wait either.” You grin, gesturing between yourself and Luke.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” She rushes to a bag discarded on the floor, rummaging through it for a moment before pulling out clothing. “We got everyone ugly Christmas sweaters for the gift exchange,” She says handing them to you and Luke, “We didn’t know your size, Luke, so if it’s too big, blame me.”

“You guys didn’t have to do that,” You say as Steve makes his entrance down the stairs. “Thank you.” You’re not sure what washes over you as you pull her into a hug. Maybe it was to make her feel welcome. Maybe it was for Steve, to show your support to their relationship or maybe make him feel guilty about keeping it a secret. Maybe it was to keep up the charade, to make it more believable.

“Well, glad to see everyone’s getting along,” Steve smiles, pulling you into his arms. “Missed you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You laugh, giving him two single pats on the back.

You let everyone mingle while you excuse yourself to the kitchen, heading straight for the liquor. You make two drinks for you and Luke, adding a generous amount of brandy into your cup. At this point, you don’t even care if it tastes good, all you know is you can’t be completely sober this evening.

“Yikes, rough day?” Steve asks when he enters, leaning against the counter. You only shrug, bringing the cup to your lips. “There’s no way that tastes good.” His nose scrunches in disgust as he watches you drink.

“I’ve had worse.” He was right though, it tastes disgusting, but it’ll do the trick. “Dustin can’t make it, he called earlier saying Erica’s laptop was taking longer than he expected.”

“That little shit,” Steve shakes his head, “I knew he’d bail.”

“I don’t blame him, he’s always around couples between Mike and Lucas.” This morning, the thought of Dustin not being there would’ve stung, but you don’t really want to be here either.

Everything is starting to feel more like a burden rather than tradition. With Margot and Luke thrown into the mix, it’s not as meaningful as it was two years ago. “Plus, now we can all fit comfortably in a car.”

It’s colder outside than what you expected. You stand alone in the driveway as everyone else slowly puts on their coats inside. You can’t help but stare at the passenger seat, remembering all the moments you spent sitting in that very spot.

They were the ones you held closest to your heart. The ones where Steve would sing offkey to his playlists and you’d air guitar every solo. The ones where you’d sit in parking lots and talk for hours about anything and everything because there wasn’t anything else to do in this town. Or last Christmas, when the two of you screamed the lyrics to every Christmas song with Dustin and Robin begging for you to shut up from the back. The four of you ate decorated cookies and drank hot chocolate and rated your favorite houses. Just last year feels like a lifetime ago, you wish more than anything you could go back.

Everyone makes their way out eventually, their noses already turning red from the cold, each of them are desperate to get into the warmth of Steve’s car. Margot makes her way to the passenger seat, unknowingly and out of habit you assume. You watch as Steve looks between the two of you, about to protest. You shake your head, reluctantly taking the middle seat in the back.

The drive is awkward to say the least. Without Dustin’s blabbering, nobody says much of anything. It’s not like last year, the music isn’t loud, there’s no singing, nobody gets excited when you pass a lit house. Steve glances at you through the rearview. Sorry. He mouths, you only shrug, purposely avoiding his gaze and the way that his hand wraps around Margot’s in her lap. Even the brandy wasn’t making this night any more bearable.

“So, Margot,” You begin, unable to take the silence any longer. “What are you studying?”

“I’m studying early childhood education!” She grins, “I want to be a kindergarten teacher. I think children are so… imaginative, I love seeing how they think about things and I want to help them grow as people. Or try to at least.”

“I think you’d be perfect for the job,” You answer truthfully, giving her a reassuring smile. “Are you still studying criminal justice, Steve?” His brows furrow, cocking his head slightly.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” He takes his eyes off the road, locking them with yours.

“Just asking a question, it’s not like you tell me anything anymore.” You didn’t mean to say it, you also didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh. You aren’t trying to hurt his feelings or get under his skin, it just slipped out. Robin chokes beside you, sinking into her seat as if it’d make her disappear.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks. You don’t answer, crossing your arms and pointedly looking out the window. You can still feel his eyes on you, but he doesn’t push any further. Nobody speaks for the rest of the drive.

You aren’t sure how you made it home, you must’ve fallen asleep in the back of the car. The alcohol caught up to you, only making your head throb as your body is lowered onto your familiar sheets. “Steve?” You call but he doesn’t respond. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that back in the car.” You whisper as blankets are pulled up to your chin. “I love you.”

“I’m sure he loves you too.” You don’t need to open your eyes to know it’s Luke. Your body wilts, you wish you could cry but the tears don’t come. You know drunken confessions never end up well, you’re sure it’s better this way. But you wish Steve could’ve heard, it would’ve been easier that way.

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Out of love (Part 2)

(I’ve had to change certain aspects of the actual series to suit but... we move)

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Part 3 coming soon (If anybody actually wants a part three)

Summary - Guzmán has faced a lot over the past year, and you’d always been by his side through it all. It was a given. But there’s only so far that will stretch when he doesn’t reciprocate. How far will you go before you drain yourself of energy and give up on the one boy you’ve ever truly loved?

“(Y/n)?” The teacher calls out registration as every morning goes but it instantly switches from normality when your name isn’t met with a response.

If your name hadn’t already made Guzman’s heart sink, your absence certainly did. You never missed school, especially on important days like this. It was the open day for universities and he knew you’d always had high aspirations for your future. You wouldn’t want to miss the chance to network at something like that.

“She’s not here?” Guzmán mumbles to Ander, hoping for any sort of explanation from your brother.

“Of course not,” Ander rolls his eyes, turning away from Guzmán and facing the front of class.

Guzmán couldn’t even be mad at him for siding with you. He would do the same. He did do the same. He knew he was in the wrong. But his greatest fear was that he wouldn’t be given the chance to fix it. Tears pool in his eyes and he fights a losing battle to stop them from spilling.

- - - - - -

“You still haven’t spoken to him?” Omar frowns, leaning back against the kitchen counter as you sit on the countertop across from him.

“I don’t know what I’d say,” You brush your finger around the circle of the top of your coffee mug.

“Hasn’t he tried to call?” Omar persists, flinching when the toaster pings to say it is complete.

You scoff, “I turned my phone off.”

“(Y/n)!” Omar laughs, “You’re really done with him?”

The statement alone makes so much emotion build in your heart that you’re sure it’s above anything you can handle. The thought of being done with the boy you loved. How could that be? So soon? So abrupt? It didn’t feel right. But, if he didn’t feel the same about you, how could you ever not be done with him?

“Looks like we’re both having a shit time with relationships then,” Omar comments as he hands your breakfast over, “But, unlike me, you still have your education - so get ready for school and show those universities why they should have you.”

He’s right. Ending things with Guzmán, if that’s really what happened, should never be a reason for you to jeopardise your future. So, with a heavy heart and a swirling mind, you choose to take Omar’s suggestion.

- - - - - -

School doesn’t feel the same when you’re not walking through the corridors with Guzmán. When he’s not waiting for you by your locker or his gym bag isn’t crammed into yours because there was no room left in his locker. It feels physically and emotionally empty.

“Hey beautiful!” It’s Valerio that comes up and throws an arm around your shoulder, “No boyfriend today?”

“Go away, Valerio,” You roll your eyes, trying to pull his arm away.

Instead, he doesn’t budge, “Did you finally pluck up the courage to end things?”

You’re silent.

“Probably for the best, huh?” He scoffs, “You’ve deserved better than him for a long time.”

With that, you push him away with enough force that you even surprise yourself. You glare at him with a burning stare, “It’s none of your fucking business!”

He smirks and it makes you want to rip the look right off his face. There’s a crowd of people scattered around the corridor - eyes now on the sweetheart of the school in her evident demise.

“Can you just leave me alone?” When he doesn’t respond, you let out a sharper tone, “Please!”

“Hey, hey, hey...” Valerio begins but it doesn’t take long for him to be quickly cut off.

“She told you to go.��

The cold, harsh tone is only distinctive to Guzmán- there was nobody else that would say it like that. And, just as you’d guessed, he’s there. He steps in between the two of you and holds a hand towards Valerio’s chest until the boy finally gives up. Guzmán turns to you.

“You didn’t need to do that,” You say it quietly because it seems like both of you are broken enough already.

“I know, I just figured if I-“

“Thank you,” You smile lightly, “I should go.”

That was worse than if you’d have yelled in his face and told him to leave you alone just as you had done with Valerio. Instead, you’d just given him ten more reasons to love you even more. Ten more reasons that he seemed incapable of showing properly. His heart sinks as you’re walking away but it doesn’t look like you. Your shoulders have fallen and your steps seem like theyre taking all of your energy from you. No, he’d been the one to take that. Now you were just using up what was left.

You find yourself strolling around the different stalls set up around school, with no real focus on any of them in particular.

“(Y/n)!” It’s Lu that calls you over and you glance up.

She’d always wanted to be with Guzmán, since before the two of you were together and generally for a lot of the time that you were. It’s not that the two of you hated one another but how could you not carry a slight loathing towards her?

“So it seems like things with you and Guzmán aren’t great?” She pouts, treating this like another one of the times where the two of you were fed up of one another. It happened occasionally. Usually because he forgot to come over the night before, or you’d cancelled plans you’d made. It always lasted a day and then brushed away after the two of you couldn’t keep at it any longer.

“Yeah, I guess not,” You comment, your voice quieter and weaker than you’d hoped it would be.

“Hey, you okay?” That’s the thing about Lu - beyond that exterior, she had a heart of gold.

“Sorry, yeah,” You shake your head, “Just, um, a lot going on I guess.”

“Oh come on, its you and Guzmán,” She scoffs, “Somehow, and I don’t know how, that boy is obsessed with you.”

You find yourself looking over to where he stood, leaning against a wall away from everyone else. Obsession. Was that what it was? Did that ever really mean the same as love? Before you can say anything more, Lu is hurrying off to speak to Nadia - likely sending some smart remarks her way in response to their competition for the Columbia scholarship. A big part of you was trying to convince yourself that you should be doing the same, networking with different universities to grab at their best opportunities. But a small part of you didn’t really feel ready to leave Las Encinas, not like this. When you glance up to see Guzmán again, he’s already gone.

- - - - - -

“Hey, I’m not late am I?” You drop your bag as you finally find your Mum Ander and Omar in the hospital.

“No, we should be next,” Ander nods, evidently weaker in his form now as he sits in the same seat as he had done before every appointment.

“Okay,” You let out a breath, hugging your Mum before sitting on the other side of Omar, “You okay?”

Omar looks at you and forces a smile, “No.”

You smile back gently, “Yeah, that makes four of us.”

When you’re called in for the appointment, part of you feels so strongly sure that it would all be okay. That Ander would have already found the light at the end of this falling tunnel. He’d have a way of getting out of all of this and it could be thought of as history.

When the doctor says otherwise, it’s like your whole fake world comes crashing down around you.

“I’m sorry Ander,” The doctor sighs, “But please, rest assured that we will do everything we can to get you through this. And I have strong faith that you have the strength to do so.”

You can tell Anders not listening to a word of it anymore, and none of you are picking up on much. It makes you feel weak to the middle of your bones, like you’re wishing with every ounce of you that you could take his place. It should be me. It should be me. It should be-

“(Y/n)?” It’s Omar that breaks you from your thoughts and, somehow, all of you are out of that room now. You’d not even noticed that you’d moved.

The two of you look at each other and your gazes say enough words that no sound could muster as his arms wrap around you and you do the same for him. Like both of you are holding each other up. You stay like that until Ander joins you, and the three of you aren’t really sure who’s comforting whom anymore.

- - - - - -

It’s the next day when you hear Guzman’s voice downstairs. You hear him talk to Ander about everything and tell him he’ll always be there for him. In the end, you tune out of their conversation and put your earphones in - he’d be gone soon. But an undeniable lump forms in your throat when you hear him coming upstairs.

A text pings through from Ander on your phone - I tried to stop him :/ Sorry

Guzmán knocks softly on your open door and you have to fight with every morsel of you that’s telling you to not look up. He’s still in his school uniform and he has his bag still slung over his shoulder, gym bag held in the other hand.

“Hi,” He begins, waiting as you take out your earphones and sit up straight in bed.

“Hey,” You respond, pushing your laptop from your lap and folding down the screen slightly.

“I won’t stay if you don’t want me to. I just figured I’d come and see if you were okay.” He explains, looking more awkward than ever in a place he’d treated as a second home.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” You nod, running a hand through your messy hair, “Um, did I miss much at school?”

A smile dances on his lips, “Classic,” He chuckles, pulling down his bag and grabbing out some stuff, “I got all of the work you need, and you can copy my notes.”

“Thank you,” You force a smile, taking the books from him and brushing your thumb over the cover where you’d written his name.

He drops his bags down by the door and makes his way over, “Miss mentioned that you hadn’t got your name down for any universities, they could’ve just missed you but-“

“I didn’t write down for any.”

Guzmán frowns and takes a seat on the side of the bed, turning to face you, “What? Why? What happened to Oxford?”

You swallow the lump in your throat, “Things have changed since then.”

It’s like the realisation hits him ten seconds too late, “You were always going to go to Oxford with Marina.”

You cross your legs and look down at their fold to avoid his stare, “I know it seems silly, she’d hate me for even considering not going. But I’m not sure I see myself at any university anymore.”

“Seriously?” He chokes a little - was it because of him?

“I don’t know, I can’t even think about leaving with everything that’s going on,” You shake your head.

“Hey,” Guzmán shifts and his hand falls onto your leg as he squeezes gently, “I’m so sorry about Ander, but the doctor has said they-“

“I know what the doctor said, Guzmán,” It’s too harsh and you wish you could retract it instantly, “But they weren’t right when they said it would work originally.”

“They’re doing all they can,” He encourages, not phased by your irritation, “Ander doesn’t give up easily.”

“That was when he was chasing after Omar, not something like this,” Your bottom lip quivers but you still don’t release any tears. Part of you wishes that you would if it would stop all of the pressure that builds up.

“Here,” He sighs, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his chest. The positioning is awkward and everything feels so oddly uncomfortable but you find yourself melting into him like he’s there for all the right reasons. No. You couldn’t cave this quickly.

“You should go Guz,” You sniff, pulling away, “I’ll bring back your notes tomorrow.”

“(Y/n)...” The crease between his brows shows him trying to find all of the right words to say. Instead, he says none.

He picks up his bags and heads back out like he’d never been there.

- - - - - -

It takes a whole other 10 days of the same with you and Guzmán. You’d see him at appointments with Ander but never for too long and never with much conversation. You’d see him at school but always avoid him when you could. He’d bump into you in the corridor, give a light smile and continue about his day. And every piece of every day consisted of the two of you proving that you could live without each other. Or maybe just that you could live without him. Maybe he was handling it just fine. You still saw him with Samu, or saw him yelling about Polo, he still laughed with Ander or dismissed Lu’s advances - in every way, it felt like he was normal but just without you. And maybe that oddly confirmed everything you’d been feeling before. You’d truly managed to make this boy fall out of love with you.

“(Y/n), you look great but if you take any longer, you’ll be going alone,” Omar groans from the doorway as you’re still getting ready, “What else is there for you to do?”

“Find a way of avoiding Guzmán, perhaps,” You sigh, slipping on your shoes and adjusting to the new height, “Maybe I shouldn’t go.”

“Seriously?” Omar rolls his eyes, “We’re not doing this again. It’s a party, I wouldn’t even be surprised if Guzmán doesn’t show.”

As per usual, the party was at the club and you knew Guzmán well enough to know he wouldn’t resist going to something like that. No matter how much he tried.

“Okay, how do I look?”

“Oh my god I’m not saying it again, let’s go! I’m going to be late for my shift!” Omar drags your hand, pulling you out of the room so you couldn’t stress yourself anymore.

There was no reason for any of this partying tonight, no specific reason for you to all get together. Other than the fact that you all just wanted a night to escape.

And that’s exactly what you would do.

The club is already bustling as you say goodbye to Omar and head towards where the rest of the crowd were.Lu greets you quickly before hurrying off and Cayetana gives you a wave as you pass her. It felt like everybody was acting tonight. But when weren’t they at Las Encinas?

“(Y/n)!” Carla calls when she sees you, “How are you? How’s Ander?”

“He’s okay, treatment is underway again so we’ll see what the results are,” You nod, not replying to the first question.

“I’m sorry to hear about you and Guzmán. I always thought you two were meant to be,” She shrugs a little, “But you’ve deserved better than him for a long time.”

It shouldn’t annoy you in the way that it does. You’d ended things with him for that exact reason - he wasn’t good to you. But hearing someone else say it? It was like she’d offended you more than you’d like to admit. Because that wasn’t the case, right? You’d never deserved more than Guzmán. He’d been kind, caring, honest, funny, loyal, protective... all good traits packaged into one boy. Sure, that had changed towards the end of your relationship. But that was because circumstances changed. Everything in both of your worlds was pulling you in a hundred different directions and it meant that you fell out of touch.

“(Y/n)?” Carla waves a hand in front of you, “We should get you a drink!”

You agree to her encouragement and head to the bar with her, eyes trailing over everyone in hopes that you’d see the one boy that stood above the crowd.

And, just as you knew, he was there. You avoid his gaze and keep your eyes focused on Carla ahead of you. If you looked at him, you’d be too weak to look away.

Guzman’s eyes are fixated on you and only you. He watches every move like he’s trying to find out where in the world he went wrong. He had it all and his own arrogance and ignorance made him lose exactly that. It pains him, makes him feel sick to his stomach as he considers the thought of truly living without you. Up until now, he’d just been passing by in the weird grey zone where he knew you were still somewhat there. And he still hadn’t answered your question. When did he fall out of love with you? Fall out of love with everything? Did he ever?

He stays trailing his eyes on you for as long as he can from where he’s stood until it takes all of his strength to look away. His heart breaks just a little more.

- - - - - -

It’s only later into the night, maybe once the alcohol runs through you, that you decide to walk over. There was something that needed to be said.

“Guzmán,” You say it from behind him and half expect the music to drown you out.

But he turns around practically with fear in his eyes, “(Y/n).”

“I just wanted to say...” You stop yourself, taking in every bit of the appearance you adored, “Thank you for the other day at mine. You’ve been a good friend to Ander, and to me.”

“A friend?” He raises his brows, “Anders like my brother. And you know I’d never call you a friend.”

You take a deep breath, “I know that. I just wanted to say-“

“I get it,” His hand reaches up and rubs your arm gently, “It’s fine, I’m always here.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, “I’m going to go.”

You pull yourself together and go to turn away from him. You’d managed for two whole weeks to not kiss those lips, not plead with him to love you again, not break down and tell him you’d do everything to have him back - tonight wouldn’t be the night that it changes.

“(Y/n),” He stops you, standing close behind you as he speaks.

You don’t turn around. The sound of that word falling from his lips is enough to melt any barrier you’d built up hastily.

“I never stopped loving you. Not one part of me, my heart, my soul, ever stopped belonging to you. I just strayed too far from home and made it seem that way. And I know I went wrong,” He confesses it all but it feels so raw, “And you have every right to hate me for the way I treated you.”

You take in a shaky breath and your head starts to pound. This boy was about to make you cry.

“I never fell out of love with you,” He reiterates, “But I will spend every day from now until forever trying to prove to you why you shouldn’t fall out of love with me.”

Your shoulders drop and you feel like you could fall to the ground there and then. And tell him that was practically impossible. But you knew you couldn’t do that - to yourself or to him. He’d hurt you. And you needed to be one hundred percent sure that things would change before you went running back into those open arms.

Deep breath, shoulders back, let that one single tear fall - and walk away.

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my-kingdom-of-slamalot · 3 years

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My Way | Chapter 2: And So The Hunt Begins

Words: 976

Authors Note: Kleo could’ve killed Adelaide because if you look at her terminal she wants to kill everyone in Goodneighbor but we’ll just say at some point Adelaide saved Kleo so she’s thankful and actually wanting to help more.

Warnings: Sad Stuff, Cursing, One (1) Sexual Related Thing, Canon-Typical Violence, Recreational Drug Use Mentioned

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“Kent, I need you to do me a favor. You still have the Shroud costume I gave to you after killing those people?” Adelaide questioned the ghoul with a thick accent. He lept up from his seat and made a bee-line to the wardrobe he put in his room.

“It’s right here! Why...why do you need it?” Adelaide took the hero costume from him and took the Silver Machine gun from beside the wardrobe.

“I’m going after the bastard that killed Hancock.” She replied bluntly as she walked out the door.

“SINJIN? YOU C...CAN’T GO AFTER SIN...SINJIN! YOU’LL GET YOURSELF KILLED!” Kent frantically tried to get the new mayor to come to a halt but to no avail. Instead, Adelaide tightly hugged Kent and went to The Oldstatehouse to change into the Shroud costume she donned long before. Muggsly and Jerry were both hunched over the coffee table of one of the rooms talking about something. What it was Adelaide didn’t care. Instead, she started changing near the bed.

“Woah! Hey! Miss Mayor!” Jerry started. She really didn’t care. All of the watch had seen her nude before during the watch parties Hancock had thrown. And that’s exactly what she had told them. She tossed on the shirt, pants, jacket, and hat. She called out for Dogmeat who had been chilling under the coffee table. She told Muggsly and Jerry where she would be heading and they too tried to stop her. Nothing would stop her.

“I’m gonna see if Kleo wants to come with me.” She uttered as she left the building. The assaultron was busy serving a client when Adelaide had shown up. “Kleo, I’m going after Sinjin, I’m gonna need a strong woman. Care to join?” Kleo seemed to think for a second before responding to the new mayor.

“I could go for some.... hot-blooded murder.” The robot said in her typical seductress tone. She closed up shop for the night and followed Adelaide out of Goodneighbor. The sun was high in the sky as they slashed past super mutants, raiders, and gunners. Adelaide let out a soft chuckle as she remembered the things Hancock had said during combat. Little things like, “OH NOW I’M FERAL!” It’s ironic how that was one of the last things Adelaide ever heard him say during one of their last sexual moments.

“We’re gonna need to set up camp for the night,” Kleo spoke as she took glanced to the now darkening skies. Adelaide nodded in agreement as the robot hauled her off to some abandoned building. Dogmeat followed both into the building and sat to watch while they sat down a sleeping bag for Adelaide. Kleo stood beside the sleeping bag and went into a temporary sleep for the night.

A few hours had passed. Dogmeat had wriggled his way under Adelaide’s arm and Kleo was still partially asleep. That’s when it happened. Raiders. Dogmeat woke up and started growling and Adelaide had fully woken up. Slivers of moonlight had peaked through the run-down building and she could see the outline of three raiders.

“Kleo,” Adelaide whispered. Kleo began to stir. “Raiders. Get ready.” Kleo’s eyes did their usual red glow as she raised her claw-like hands. As the raiders rounded the corner she began the laser fire. Adelaide used her old shotgun rather than the Silver Machinegun to take out at least a raider and injure another. Kleo finished taking out the rest. Neither could sleep after what had happened. Well, Kleo could and Dogmeat could have, but Adelaide couldn’t.

She already hated killing unless she had a truly valid reason. Sinjin? She had a valid reason for wanting to slaughter his ass and she would take joy in it. Kleo, despite not being the comforting type, tried her best to comfort her. “They probably had families or pets!” She sobbed. Kleo sat a hand on Adelaide’s head and stroked her hair.

“If they did have family or pets there is a likelihood they were all as bad as them. Now come on, hot stuff, get some sleep so we can kill the bastard that killed Hancock.” As usual, due to her seductive personality, she emphasized certain words such as hot-stuff, kill, bastard, and the last part of Hancock’s name.

Dogmeat barked and laid his head in Adelaide’s lap trying to comfort her in his own K-9 way. His fur was soft and it reminded Adelaide of her three childhood pets. One, an Irish wolfhound, named Dog. Yeah, real original. Her grandpa always wanted to name a dog...well...Dog. So that’s what Adelaide did. Dog was the first animal her parents gave her and she loved him to death. Wherever she went he went. They were like Tommy and Spike.

Kleo stood beside Adelaide as she sat up against the wall with Dogmeat still in her lap. The trio stayed in silence until sunlight started filtering through the cracks of the building. Adelaide stood up and started to gather the contents of their make-shift camp so they could head to Milton General Hospital and take out the bastard. This time Kent was safe in Goodneighbor and hopefully, no one innocent was being held captive by Sinjin.

Kleo bent down and rubbed Dogmeat’s head before following Adelaide out of the building and back onto the roads. The sun hung low in the sky which was painted a beautiful orange, red, and purple color. Tears came to her eyes again as she remembered the times she and Hancock would climb to the top of The Oldstatehouse and watch the sunrise as well as the sunset. All while getting high off jet or mentats...hell...sometimes both. Then they would stay there and sometimes spend a little while longer making soft love until they head back in.

#fallout #fallout 4 #KL-E-0 #Dogmeat #sole survivor #sinjin #raiders #sinjin gonna get his ass BEAT in the net chapter #no not like that #Kleo goes somewhat soft #dogs #doggo #goodneighbor #kent connolly #neighborhood watch

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jabbajambler · 3 years

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Powerless

The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x f!OC

Word Count: 2,019

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"So. What've you been up to?" I asked, fiddling with my thumbs from my seat. Din didn't answer me. I didn't really expect him too, but he seemed so friendly just a few minutes ago. I guess that was just to get me on board this crazy plan. "What about you?" I smiled and turned to the child. He cooed, a much more friendly response than someone.

Tatooine was already in sight, which I was incredibly thankful for. This entire flight felt like torture. Din wouldn't say a word except for the quick debriefing and the kid, as adorable as he is, isn't much of a conversationalist. The trip consisted largely of me looking out the window and hoping this would all be over soon. I was expecting a much larger hoorah when we finally met again, but I guess this works too.

I mean, we were friends before everything else happened. I thought we would just fall back into that rhythm again. Boy, was I wrong. There was nothing familiar about this, not even a petty remark or joke. This was the galaxy's worst silent treatment.

Din carefully approached the planet and landed the ship in Peli's hangar. Man, I missed that crazy old woman. He seemed to linger in his seat for a moment and if my ears were correct, I could hear him take a long, deep breath.

"Stay here. It'll only be a second." He finally spoke.

I sighed and leaned back in my seat, picking at the pieces of cracked red leather. "Fine."

Din rushed out of the ship like he couldn't spend another moment in the small cockpit. I don't think I'd ever seen him move so fast. He took his time with everything, walking down the streets as though every planet was his own runway. Yet he jumped at the chance to get away from me.

There was a small poke against my shin, followed by a little babble. I looked down to find the child staring up at me with his enormous brown eyes. His hands were held high in the air, just like any little kid wanting to be picked up.

I scooped him up and cradled him in my arms, unable to keep a frown on my face when he was patting my cheek with his tiny hand. "Din's changed, hasn't he?" I sighed and rubbed his small head. "I figured. I screwed up, I do that sometimes. I'm going to fix it though, I promise."

He giggled and grabbed my nose, squeezing it lightly. I laughed and pulled his hand away from my face, holding it in my own. It was so small in comparison, so helpless despite knowing the feats he can accomplish.

"I missed you. Both of you, but you the most," I whispered. "Don't tell Din, though. It'll hurt his feelings. Not that he'll ever admit that, but I know." I winked and wiggled my fingers, pulling his ears over his eyes through the Force. He seemed to enjoy our little game, laughing and trying to grab his ears to keep them away.

"Okay, uh..." Din's voice echoed through the ship. "Put your egg-things there and climb up the ladder."

I snickered to myself and rocked the child slowly in my arms. A frog lady emerged from the arch, croaking at me in what I assumed was a friendly greeting. I offered her a smile and nod while I shifted the child into my right arm. It was a bit of a struggle climbing down the ladder with one arm, but I've managed with worse.

The ramp squeaked as it rose and clicked in place with the rest of the ship. Din stood, his back facing me while he watched it. His silhouette was powerful, armed and unknown to most. The expanse of his shoulders was broad, which I accredited that to the armor, but who knows. His stance alone could've scared off any quarry, so confident and ready for whatever they could possibly throw at him.

I didn't even realize I was admiring him until it was too late.

"What are you staring at?"

I blinked and found him looking back at me. I swore I never even saw him move. "Nothing," I lied and set the child down on the ground once he started to squirm. "I was just going to see if I could wave to Peli before we lifted off, but I guess it's too late."

"She mentioned you earlier. I think she likes you."

I smiled and watched Din shift on his feet. "Is that so hard to believe?"

"Not at all," he hummed and looked back towards the ladder with a subtle nod. "Are you climbing back up or staying down here?"

I could feel my stomach dip at his words, trying to form an apology or something, but I couldn't speak without making a fool of myself. "I'll head up, yeah." I mumbled and swiftly climbed back into the cockpit with Din not too far behind. It felt so forced to talk to him, I hated it.

Din maneuvered his way into the pilots seat and pulled the ship off the ground. Getting into the sky was the easy part, getting to Trask would be much more difficult with our circumstances.

"Now, I'm gonna ask you to stay strapped in whenever you're seated." Din said as he poked at the control panel. "Traveling sublight is a bit dicey these days. Whether it's pirates or warlords, someone either ends up with a nice chunk of change or your ship."

I scoffed at his pessimism while the frog lady pulled her seat belt on and croaked. I could only assume she agreed with me.

"I don't speak whatever language that is. You speak Huttese?" He asked and rambled on in the language.

"It'll be fine. We can just ask yes or no questions." He sighed and turned away from both of us, staring back out at the sky. "Or we can just stay silent the entire ride, again." Receiving no response, I looked to the frog lady who was busying herself by looking out the window. "So, your husband is on Trask?" She nodded. "That's cool. I've never been there, it's always nice to explore other parts of the Outer Rim."

"So, I'm gonna hit the rack. I've set the nav for our course. It's gonna take a while, I recommend you both get some rest." Din stood in a hurry and descended down the ladder, leaving the frog lady and I alone in the cockpit. I suppose now was as good of a time as any to get some shut eye.

I shrugged and crossed my arms over my chest while leaning back in my seat. It wasn't the most comfortable thing, but it would do for a few hours. At least, if no one caught up to us.

My eyes fell shut with ease and I could feel myself lulled into a subconscious state. For a while, there was nothing but darkness, as one usually experiences in sleep, but then there was something else.

I saw a flash of silver metal hitting an orange blade, one a bit too similar to my own. In the metal was a reflection of something red, mixed with orange and yellow tones to create something terrifying. It was a combination of all the worst things I'd ever seen, but in a way, it was beautiful. There was something powerful about the scene displayed before me and I wanted to know more.

I tried to reach for it, whatever it might have been. It was strong, enticing, and maybe just what Aaryn and Obi Wan were telling me to search for. How could something so magnificent possibly be bad?

Before I could reach any further, an alarm blared through the cockpit and awoke me from whatever vision I was seeing. Din slid in the room with the doors hissing behind him as he sat down, tapping at the incoming radio message. So much for getting some rest.

"Razor Crest, M-One Eleven. Come in, Razor Crest. Do you copy?" The static voice emitted from the transmitter.

"This is Razor Crest." Din spoke calmly, "is there a problem?"

I snickered from my seat, "you got caught by the cops." I said as they responded.

"Yes, I'm pre-Empire surplus." Din answered while casting me a subtle look, his silent way of telling me to be quiet. "I'm not required to run a beacon."

"That was before." I think I could hear the roll of their eyes in their voice. "This sector is under New Republic jurisdiction. All craft are required to run a beacon."

Din sighed, "thank you for letting me know. I'll get right on it."

"Not a problem. Safe travels."

"Uh," he paused, "may the Force be with you."

I mouthed the words with a teasing smile as the X-Wing pilot spoke the phrase, "and also with you." Maker, it sounded like a cultish response. "Just one more thing." They continued.

"Yes?" Din's tone was gradually growing more frustrated.

The two continued on about transmitters as Din hopelessly failed at avoiding it. Honestly, I thought we would've gotten away just fine, but then the two pilots switched channels and soon expanded the wings of their ships.

"Was your craft in the proximity of New Republic Correctional Transport, Bothan-Five?"

Din continued to stare out the window, his grip on the controls tightening with their words. "Hang on." He mumbled under his breath before lurching the ship forward towards the closest planet, bringing a scream out of the frog lady's chest.

I grasped the arms of my chair as tightly as I could, regretting that I hadn't buckled-in earlier. We moved quickly through the clouds as the pilots urged us to "stand down," but we kept flying chaotically through the sky.

"Hey, uh.. Mando?" I shouted as I struggled to keep my hold on the seat. "Are you open to suggestions right now? Because maybe-"

He thrusted the ship downwards again while I frantically pulled my seatbelt over me to keep me at least somewhat in place. I was able to snap it shut just before we went hurling towards the ground.

The frog lady started to scream, which didn't seem like a bad idea, but I had a better one. Instead, I yelled several swears and many things I would be ashamed for my parents to hear as we sped towards the icy surface. Before we could hit the terrain, Din shot the ship back into the sky and through a frozen canyon.

The walls surrounded us, slowly closing in and threatening to turn us into a kabob with its icicles. We were inching closer to the walls, practically suffocating in them as they nearly smashed the engines of our ship.

I grabbed onto the back of his chair and leaned towards his seat as much as I could, keeping my voice low as I grumbled, "Din..."

He sighed and glanced over at me with a slight turn of his head. "Hold on," he grunted as the ship slid along the ice. I was tossed back into my seat while we came to a screeching halt. Din started to switch the controls, but I was finally granted a moment to catch my breath

"Thank the Maker," I huffed. Apparently I'd spoken too soon.

I heard a crunch, followed by another. It seems the others heard it as well, because we all started looking around for the source of the sound. Then there was a large crash and the ship crashed beneath the ice. The frog lady screamed and Din was in a silent panic, as usual, then nothing.

It all went dark and there was nothing else this time. Not a dream, not a nightmare - or, visions, as I was told when I was younger. There was nothing but cold and darkness and that's the closest thing to a nightmare I've ever had.

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soundofseventeen · 4 years

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13 Days of Christmas (Kim Mingyu)

Happy Saturday! The most exciting part of my day has been knowing I’m cleaning my bathroom. I’ll see y’all tomorrow! gif credits to owners! (Unedited!)

Word count: 1846

You had known that you hadn’t been in a relationship in sometime. You couldn’t remember when someone had asked you out to grab a coffee or go to the movies or anything. You missed someone holding your hand and holding you close, but you had a good reason. After two years, your ex-boyfriend had just dropped you like you didn’t exist. He kept everything you bought him of course,and he refused to take everything back you bought him, so it stayed in the corner of your room, haunting you for months on end.

And then one day, Mingyu offered to help you burn it all: the clothes, the pictures, the stuffed animals, everything that came from him went to the fire and the smoke polluted the sky. Everything that survived the first round, went to a secondhand store where you traded that junk for money and you treated Mingyu to smoothies to repay him for freeing you. Mingyu helped mend your broken heart; you weren’t oblivious to how he cared for you during that time. It didn’t matter if it was two am or two pm, if you had a breakdown, he was a phone call away. You would’ve texted him but the sound of his voice calmed you and over time, it gave you the strength to help you heal.

Mingyu had helped you in more ways than one, and you didn’t know how to repay him.

It had been a tough year but you persevered and you planned on ending it as strongly as possible. And you wanted to thank him for everything, so you decided to invite him to a holiday party a town over. It wasn’t a luxurious thing but people would be exchanging gifts throughout the night and the present wrapped up nicely on your bed seemed like it would make up for it.

You planned to meet up with him there due to a difference in your schedules so you weren’t in a rush to shower to get ready, but when you had nothing else to do, you still managed to arrive 45 earlier than expected. You mingled with some acquaintances from a few classes and some of your coworkers while you waited on Mingyu.

And then there were people rushing past you, making you spill your drink everywhere and sent your present flying out of your hands. You didn’t know how they could be so careless around others. (You already knew the poor host was gonna be in for a long clean up session...and if they had money, then their poor cleaning people for having such entitled bosses.) You could already see the red drink seeping into the white, white carpet and had you not heard Mingyu’s name, you would’ve stayed behind to clean it.

It didn’t take long to spot Mingyu; he was always the easiest to find in a crowded room. However, he didn’t look happy; he looked like he was out for blood and upon closer inspection, you found him holding your ex-boyfriend by the collar of his Christmas sweater. And if there was anything you knew about Kim Mingyu, it was the fact he wouldn’t strike unless provoked. So, he must’ve heard something, and while he glared daggers into your ex’s eyes, you weren’t afraid for Mingyu’s safety. (Mingyu’s height and frequent visits to the local gym made him scary to the wrong people.)

“Say it again,” Mingyu threatened him, not knowing that you could see him.

“Hey man, look I didn’t mean it like that. I just-”

“Y/N is not a toy or an object for you to be talking shit. You wanna talk shit, I’m right here.”

“You got the wrong idea; you guys just seemed really cozy lately-”

“How the fuck is any of that your business?”

You wondered why no one tried to diffuse the situation. Sure they had their phones out and everything, but no one was stepping in to try to convince Mingyu to let go.You had to admit how amused you were. You could feel the tension yes, but it didn’t stop you from enjoying the scene. You had suffered for so long, shed too many tears, and stopped taking care of yourself all for no good reason. You weren’t the type to tell anyone who hurt you that you still wished them the best. No, you wished all kinds of pain on them, for them to feel what you did. (It wasn’t your healthiest trait if you were honest, but you weren’t perfect and you were only human.)

Seeing him the way you felt for so long gave you a sense of power. They couldn’t see you and you knew that if you came into view Mingyu would immediately let go and your ex would scurry to the opposite side of the house...if he didn’t leave right away, that is. And that made you smile...a lot. Hell, if Mingyu wanted to deck him in the face once, that be the best Christmas present ever.

“Y/N, control your boyfriend,” you heard a friend whisper to you. “It’s Christmas and this is a time for all of us to be together, happily.”

“Ahh, you’re the one. I get it. Are you afraid that Mingyu’s gonna hurt your boyfriend?” You didn’t say that Mingyu wasn’t your boyfriend...or that he wouldn’t actually hurt him. You’ve seen how soft-hearted this boy really was. He sang Christmas carols at a hospital not too long ago. Part of you wanted to see how much longer this would play out, but you actually saw people getting too scared now to actually intervene. So, you broke it up yourself. “Mingyu?” you managed to say as quietly as possible. How pulled off a scared look, you didn’t know but hey it worked.

As predicted, Mngyu’s hand gripping at the collar went slack and he pulled back. The anger you saw on his face, however, surprised you. “Hey,” he said, keeping his voice low.

Your ex finally had some color on his face and somehow managed to spit out, “You two deserve each other anyway.” and ran to go hide. No doubt come Monday, the shit-talking would start and he’d try to make himself look good. Not that you cared or that Mingyu cared.

“Sorry I kept you waiting,” he apologized. “Traffic. But this party already sucks. So I’m just gonna head out. Do you wanna come with me?”

You didn’t give it a second thought as you nodded your head, and you walked out the door with him without saying goodbye to anyone. “Where are we going?”

“Well, unless you have a different idea, I’m thinking we could just drive around.” He opened the passenger side for you and once you were in, he walked around and started his car. “By the way, I’m sorry if I embarrassed you. Your ex really likes to talk, huh?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about him...what did he tell you anyway?”

“Well, he’s convinced I’m dating you due to all the times he’s seen me come out of your apartment...so early in the morning. But he also wanted to know some information that really wasn’t his to know.”

“What -”

“You’re a person, not a toy that can be played with and then be put to the side. God, I wish I could’ve hit him. Are you cold? Let me turn on the heater for you.” He fumbled around with knobs nad buttons until a burst of warm air hit the car and then you were on your way. He turned on the radio and quickly changed stations as soon as he heard the Christmas songs. It’s not that he hated them, he just hated how overplayed they were. “So, what’d you get me?”

“What makes you think this is for you?”

“The Mingyu in bold letters does the trick. And if it was yours, you would’ve unwrapped it by now and showed it off.”

“I really hate that you’re a good guesser.” You turned the present around in your hands so the friction could keep them warm. “It’s just a cologne. I smelled it when I was on my break once, and I thought it’d be a good scent for you.”

“You have amazing taste.” His eyes widened at the sight in front of him as the roads soon became covered in snow. He drove a little further along until he could stop at the side of the road. He pulled out some gloves in the backseat and then got off. He waited for you to get off on your own because he knew you didn’t care much for snow or the cold weather in general and he felt like he could wait. He liked snow; it was temporary and it brought people close together, be it making forts, building snowmen, or trying to catch the flakes on their tongues.

“Why’d you stop here?” you managed to chatter out. You blew on your hands to keep them warm and then stuffed them into your jacket.

“It’s quiet and calm. I don’t think it feels like Christmas until it’s cold and dark. And even with all the lights decorating the houses, it’s still too dark to see unless you're in the neighborhood.” He leaned back, watching the cars speed by, most of them carrying trees to decorate once they got home and he smiled, thinking of all the kids who’d put the ornaments and fighting over who got to the star on top. Mingyu watched you struggle to keep warming your hands to he reached over took them into his. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah.” He rubbed one a little and then put it in his pocket.

He took the other one and blew on it, not giving up until it was a lot warmer than when he started. Although, his gloves helped in the process. “Better?”

“A little.” You liked how close he was to you,and you could smell the peppermint creamer from his coffee. You liked his company...and him in general. He was warm. You let go of him then, only to wrap your arms around him. And you liked the pressure he put on his arms as he hugged you back. No one did it quite like Mingyu.

“Hey Y/N…”

“Yes Mingyu?”

“You’re really cold.”

“So are you.”

You were grateful to him, especially in moments like these.

“Hey Y/N?”

“Yes Mingyu?”

“You smell really good.”

“So do you.”

You felt so content, something you had been lacking for sometime.

“Hey Y/N?”

“Yes Mingyu?”

“I think I wanna kiss you.”

“Me too.”

Gently, so gently as to not disturb the moment, he angled your face perfectly so that he could give you the softest of kisses and one for every time he wanted to tell you how much you meant to him. The snow brought you comfort for once in your life, and you finally found that missing piece.

“Hey Y/N?”

“Yes Mingyu?”

“I love you.”

Maybe that missing piece was Mingyu.

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Unreachable (Chapter 3)

(GIF credits to owner) (A JJ Maybank and Nova Fleming love story)

Taken aback of what had happened at the kegger and the amounts of times she shared a few glares with the blonde on their way back to the Chateau, Nova couldn't stop looking at JJ's backpack on the floor. Knowing there's something inside, that could've put everyone in danger that night, including her, was stressing her entire system. -Novs, -said Kie, who was with John B from the moment they brought him to the house, changing him into dry clothes and drying his wet hair, -come on, Pope will walk us home. Nova's shaky legs somehow made it out the Chateau; eyes meeting those faulty, blue eyes of the troublemaker. -He's stupid. -muttered Pope, as he exited the Chateau. Kie followed with shaking her head and sighing. After all, the both of them knew JJ won't stay at John B's long, since the news will reach Sheriff Peterkin immediately. And it was true, the next morning, when John B's eyes, one bruised from the fight, fluttered open, he met Peterkin's figure in his bedroom. -Get decent, sweetie. We need to talk. Sheriff Peterkin walked out of the bedroom and waited for John B to put himself together. -Sorry to break in like this. I heard something had happened yesterday, at your "little" gathering, so I came to check on you. So, how are you besides the--, -she circled around her eye, referring to John B's bruised one. -Oh, no, I'm--I'm great. Yeah, fantastic. Uh...Guys? -he looked to the door, where Nova, Kie and Pope stood. -Oh, your little group is here. No wonder why one of them is missing. -she crossed her arms over her chest, -So, while you're all here, I might say what I heard. A fight on the beach yesterday, and a gun was involved. -Okay. Gun? -John B stood up from his leaned position, tapping Peterkin's shoulder, -No. Did I get in a dustup? Yes. But was there a gun? No. No way. -That's okay. I know who it was. I'll get to him. Also, a body was found in the marsh yesterday. Nova's eyes went wide and she glanced over at Pope and Kie, who's expressions were no different from hers. -Were you in the marsh yesterday? -Yes, we were fishing for some drum. -You catch anything? -Nah, we were skunked. -Strange. Fishing's usually good after a storm. All sorts of things get stirred up. You come across a wreck yesterday? -No. -John B shortly glanced at the others. -What is going on? -Nova muttered to Kie quietly. Sheriff Peterkin asked them all the question about yesterday's happenings and if they have any information on the wreck, promising them to help with the gun issue and get their friend out of the situation. They were all gathered at John B's; JJ also came along after Peterkin exited the Chateau. -Look, I'm calling it off. All right? Peterkin said, if I stay out of the marsh, she'll help us with the gun incident. For else, they'll automatically know we had something to do with it, if we continue looking. -Yes, I'll leave, you have private topics to talk. -said Nova, standing up from her place. -No, Nova, -said John B, -I have nothing to hide from you, Kie told us you're trustworthy. Sit please. -And you believed Peterkin, John B? -said JJ. -Yes, I believe her, JJ. -An actual cop, John B. You believed a cop. -All we got to do, is stay out of the marsh for a couple of days and she'll help us out. She's saving your ass from shooting a gun. -You know what I should have done? Just let Topper drown your ass. -Yeah, Topper was going to drown me? -Sure looked like it. I mean have you looked in the mirror? -Tell me some more. Come on. -They always win, -said JJ, leaning his arm on the wood, -don't they, man? Kooks versus Pogues. They always, always win! Goddamn! -Look, it's okay. -said Kie. -No, it's not okay! It is not. They don't want us to go down into the marsh. That means there's something valuable down there, and you know it, man. I know you do. -he pointed to John B. -And I understand why you don't want to go. -he said to Pope, -You're the golden boy. You got way too much to risk. And you-- you're already rich anyways. Why would you bother. -You--, -he turned to Nova, -you're not even involved in this, so no need to argue. -But, you and me, man, we got nothing to lose! We really don't, all right. -JJ. -John B sighed. -And I know it didn't use to be that way for you. -I don't want to talk about this. I don't want to talk about it. -he started walking away. -So that's it? -said JJ, John B pushing him away. -Just get out of my way, bro. -John B, listen to me. I have a plan. You got the key to Cameron's boat, right. -No. -John B knew where he's going with involving the Cameron family. -There's scuba gear inside of it. We just borrow that, and then we go down to the wreck this afternoon,and that is what's going to save you, man. -I'll be in "Wisteria", if anyone needs me. See you, John B. -she waved a goodbye to the boy. -You are leaving? -he asked, making his way over at her. -Yes, I'll go to the flower garden, need to help my grandma with the orders. -Okay, wait for me, we'll leave together. -he said and quickly ran to the Chateau to grab something. -Wow, emerald girl, -said JJ, -you really in on what we're planning, huh? Emerald girl. Her green eyes were the ones who really provoked the name. -I'm not the kind of person to go and talk about one's secrets, especially people I know. -Will not be taken aback if you are. -he said, throwing pebbles far away. -Guys, what is wrong with you? You don't even know each other, how can you hate-- Kie wide eyed Nova and she exactly knew what her friend's thinking about, and a nod was only needed to confirm it. -Everyone's got their secrets, Ms. Kiara, just like emerald girl. -his lips curved into an evil smirk. -I'll go see where John B is, so we could leave. -she said giving Kie and Pope a hug and walking away to the Chateau. -JJ...why are you so mean to her? She's my friend and let me tell you there's no person like her alive on this planet, so stop being a idiot. -I don't like rabble-rousers. -he said and kept throwing pebbles. -Since you're one I think you'll suit each other well. -said Pope, getting back to his book. -Pope? Did you have a tongue, bro? Didn't hear you talk until now, so...just asking.

John B and Nova walked together, until "Wisteria" and he needed to continue to get to Cameron's boat. -You didn't have to walk me all the way here. -said Nova, -Thank you. -It doesn't matter. Also, sorry for what you had to witness yesterday. -No, it's fine, don't be sorry. I think I'll know that I should keep myself safe at keggers next time. -And also...you know about the marsh... -Yeah don't worry, my lips are sealed. If you need any help with it, feel free to call me, I'll come immediately. -Thank you Nova, didn't mean to involve you at all, but you're a part of the Pogues as well, so...thank you anyways. -No problem. See you later then, be safe. -she said, giving him a hug and walking inside "Wisteria", where grandma Maida was sat making a bouquet. -You have some explaining to do little miss. -she said, as soon as Nova sat down across her. -Yes, I know I do grandma. There was happenings at yesterday's kegger and I know you heard about it. But let me tell you, nothing serious happened and nobody was hurt. They're all fine and the situation is under Sheriff Peterkin's care. So, there's really nothing you need to worry about. Look, I'm fine as well; stood away from it the whole night anyways. -Why do I feel like your new friends are involved in the gun issue? -As well as the Kook kids, huh? -said Nova, reading through her grandma. -All I care about, -she said, taking the flowers to the other table and coming back to sit down again, -is your safety. I have only one granddaughter, who I trust with my entire heart, and I need to protect her from any danger. -You're right grandma and I understand you worry about me. But I know you are also aware of how careful and wise enough I am, to make decisions that'll have a good, rather than a bad outcome. -I know, that's why I trust you. I know by fact you didn't drink at yesterday's kegger, nor cause any problems. But if I knew you would, then will I ever let you go? I don't think so. You are my kid, and my kid doesn't get involved in bad situations. Keep in mind that, the night is always made for troubles. -Which means that the explanations are over, right? -Yes, you're free to go. Thank you for being honest with me. -Always, Mrs. Fleming. -said Nova, taking the box of perfumes she left in the glass cupboard. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and Kie's text appeared saying: "What happens if nitrogen gets in your blood? Pope knows, but I want to hear it from you first." -"When the nitrogen bubbles, form in your blood, a condition called decompression sickness or the bends, block the vessels. The first symptom you get is a tingling feeling in your limbs. Be careful, it can lead to a heart attack, strokes and even ruptured vessels in the lungs." -"Pope said the same thing. I suppose this is not going to be well." -"Whatever you're up to guys, be careful please." -"Pope and I will come over later and tell you everything." -"Okay, I'll be in Wisteria all day." Nova put her phone in her pocket and brought the box to the table. She was worried about her friends, especially John B, who was the nicest from the moment they met each other. She started to doze off slowly, thinking about how him and JJ were different from each other. One so patient and positive; other disobedient and cold. Two friends, two different minds. And as if Maida was reading her mind, she approached her way. -Can you tell me about your friends a bit? -she said. -Sure. I'll tell you what I realized, from meeting them yesterday. -she said, resting her elbows on her table, -John B is a nice boy, he is welcoming and ready for new friendships and acquaintances. He's like the leader of the group. A good looking, smart guy. Pope is the brain of the group as Kie says; sometimes weird, but I love listening to what he's saying, even though I don't understand him sometimes. He's a smart and educated guy, very funny as well. Then, there's JJ; the rabble-rouser and troub- I mean, you know, very free-minded guy; doesn't worry too much. Chilled and relaxed. Kie; you know her; my only friend in the Outer Banks, before I met the other guys. She's a socialist; loves being active in environmental actions, including, cleaning the beaches from the careless tourists and anything that has to do with saving the Earth really. -Where are they now? You should invite them here, so I could analyze them all. -Uh...they all have to run some errands. Kie and Pope will come over anyways, you'll get to meet them. JJ and John B have to get something done at the Chateau. -Fine then, maybe next time. -Exactly. -Nova sighed, blinking twice to shake off the stress. Her hands reached for the perfume she was making the day before. She took out the needed ingredients and started where she was left. Maida was dealing with the people who were bringing the new flowers in the flower garden. Suddenly, Nova reached for her journal, that was peeking from her bag.

-" It's an unbelievable feeling, that there's three people, who's judgement about someone, can be acknowledged only and only by that person. There's the one who says it, then the one who hears it, and the one who witnesses it. And in either ways, the person can either, prove that, what they've said, heard or witnessed is true or not. I started to live my life with those three people; one of them totally witnessing my true self, the other hearing about it and the one saying a few sentences about it. From the three, there's always one that's wrong, and even if I try and prove it, he'll always remain with his own thesis about me. So, how do you persuade such a person, that no human can be judged for its rebellious character, from a moment of self said view on a situation? And how do you tell them that, both of their different views on it, doesn't make the other a bad person? I'll stay confused, until there's an answer to both of my questions." She slowly closed the journal, leaving it back to its place. After the heavy rain yesterday, the ground still remained wet; the summer wind though, was showing itself by swinging the branches left and right and swirling around Nova's warm body.

Some time had passed and Nova started to get worried even more. Her friends were supposed to come and they were nowhere to be seen. She texted both, Pope and Kie, and none of them answered. The only thing she needed, was their confirmation of coming to the flower garden, so she should decide to close it or not. But, it didn't last too long; the two appeared at the flower garden, figures exhausted from the water. Grandma Maida had gone home, persuading herself that there's no need of wasting time, by waiting for Nova's friends, who she can meet at anytime. -The garden's beautiful. -said Pope, looking around it. Suddenly he stopped; eyes glued to a bookshelf. -Are these yours? He took a big book about mammals and sea creatures, from Nova's marine biology textbook collection. -Yes, they are my textbooks from university. -she said, bringing some snacks and drinks to the table. -You study marine biology? -he said, flipping through the pages. -Studied, marine biology, didn't complete my whole first year though, because I had to move to the Outer Banks. -That is really sad. -Pope said, reaching for another textbook, when a picture fell out of it. He knelt to the ground and picked it up, to reveal Nova's face and two other people. -This fell from the textbook. Nova took it from his hands and looked at the photo, a sad smile curving on her lips, -It's my family photo. Kie peeked to see and Nova gave her the picture; the girl had never opened the topic about her parents before. They looked so happy together and Kie couldn't believe her friend could have that big of a smile; she had never smiled so much from the day they met, just a small smile or a short laugh, but that was all. -Sorry to ask, but...would you like to continue studying again? -said Pope. -That's a topic that bothers me almost every day. I left my university two months ago and I don't know if it'll be a good idea, to go back after two months. But, I also miss studying; I love marine biology. And here in the Outer Banks, there's no opportunity for me to continue my studies, which means I have to move away and start a university out of Outer Banks. So, I still haven't given a proper decision. -I want to study science and I totally understand you. Getting out of the Outer Banks, is the only way I'll ever face my dreams. Yeah, but the protocol of leaving is the hardest part; some part of you still stays in the Outer Banks. -Novs. -said Kie, her voice going high pitched a bit, -What's going on with you and JJ? -Yeah, you guys are weird. -added Pope. Nova let out a heavy sigh and sat down across from them, -He showered me with the Volkswagen and I inflated one of the tires. -Ooooo, he was so annoyed. -said Pope. -He came in, hit everything, slammed the doors. -I totally forgot I asked JJ to take my backpack on his way back to the Chateau. -The start of a new love story...-Pope muttered under his breath. -I heard you Pope. There's nothing like that. -Yeah, exactly, JJ's not Nova's type. -I was just joking, -he put his hands up in defense, -calm down. The three of them talked for a bit, before JJ and John B appeared at Wisteria. Nova gave them their drinks and the Pogues gathered around the table. -I thought, he drowned, that's it, we're over. -said Kie, but then he appeared on the surface. -The timer ended and Shoupe was still analyzing the boat; I could see him from under. -added John B. -So that's why Kie asked me what happens if nitrogen gets in your blood. -Yeah,-said Kie, -and when you said the same thing as Pope, I couldn't be more worried. -Wait, -JJ spoke suddenly, -how would she know what will happen? -She's a marine bi- -What? I can't know? I live in the Outer Banks where I have reach of the water and need to know any dangers that can occur. -she cut in on Pope. -She's a marine biologist plus, that adds in on the knowledge. -added Kie. -What are you, a Kook or a Pogue, emerald girl? -I am a person, JJ. -she said and stood up to refill their cups, Kie following her to the other table. -You two need to stop getting in on each other. -It's none of my fault blonde bohemian prince can't keep his mouth shut for a second. He literally has an answer to everything. -she took the cups back to the table where the guys were. -Did you find anything at least? -asked Nova. -A compass that belonged to my father. It belonged to many generations back as well. -If it reached you, then it must mean something. -You think? -John B's face lit up with hope. The light in his eyes showed how much he wanted to find his father and it hit Nova's soft spot; family is the best thing in the world. -Yes, I do. And since it reached you, there's something that you need to know. Did you explore it? -No, I didn't take my time to explore it. Maybe tomorrow with a fresh mind. You'll come over, right? -I have to serve at the Wreck from morning to afternoon, but I'll try to come. -I want you to be there; I like the way you think. -John B gave her a small smile. Nova turned to Kie; knowing the crush she had developed for the boy and Kie just nodded with her head, trusting her best friend with her whole life. -Okay, I'll do everything to come and be there for you guys. -More like be there for you...-muttered JJ. Nova heard him and unnoticeably rolled her eyes. After all the blonde bohemian prince was just talking none sense.

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New Beginnings (Part 2)

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When the plane landed, Peter was barely paying attention to MJ and Brad, choosing to watch as you laughed at something funny in your movie before it ended. He didn’t know he was smiling until Mr. Harrington woke up, his face physically dropping at the mans stirrings.

“Sorry about that Peter. Long plane rides tend to make me sleep. My wife used to hate...” he started as Peter blocked him out, nodding his head every so often to look like he was paying attention. For the first time since talking to you, Peter’s gaze landed on MJ and Brad who were chatting over a movie that just ended. He shook off all the remaining thoughts about you as everyone filed out of the plane. Being in the back of the plane, he was one of the last people off, groaning from the long trip.

You didn’t feel tired after the trip, instead almost completely awake as the students around you grumbled about sleep. Giggling you pulled out your phone, sending a quick text to Pepper and Happy about landing. You put your phone away, looking around to your friends as your mouth dropped open. There was Ned and Peter talking while Betty approached them, giving Ned her neck pillow and a kiss on the cheek before walking away.

“What’s got you staring?” Someone said behind you. Reluctantly turning around to see who it was as you rolled your eyes.

“Nothing Flash. Just something I have to check on.” You mumbled as you faced the boy. You didn’t really have a problem with the boy other than the fact he was a dick to Peter, but he was one of the first people outside of your friends to talk to you about your dad. Not in a sad way but one that helped relive some memories you had. You got a lot closer after the Blip, still not friends but not exactly enemies. “Can I help you with something?” You asked after he didn’t say anything after a while, just smirking as he stared at you. He still didn’t say anything before you sighed, staring to walk away before he put his hand on your shoulder, stopping you from leaving.

“I just wanted to know if you wanted to hang out a little in Venice. I know you liked traveling with your dad and so I thought maybe you could tell me about it.” He shrugged as you narrowed your eyes at him. His offer seemed innocent enough, but you couldn’t help but glance over at Peter who was still talking to Ned before looking around for who you assumed was MJ. You gave Flash a slight smile before nodding your head.

“Sure. Who knows it could actually be fun.” You heard Mr. Harrington calling you all as you made your way to follow, not catching the Flash pumping his fist in success. But Peter did. He didn’t know what he was feeling for you exactly. Was it love or were you just his best friend? He wasn’t sure exactly, but seeing you and Flash get closer is not going to help his case. He considered letting Ned in on his feelings, but he didn’t need to be more confused by Neds ramblings.

Peter’s attention was grabbed by a dog sniffing his suitcase before moving over to a woman to look inside. He rocked on his feet, eyes going wide as he opened up his case. You watched a little ways back as his suit was the first thing in there, quickly checking around so no one saw as she pulled out a Banana. You held back a laugh, Peter turning to glare at you as he closed his suitcase, shamefully walking over to you.

“Don’t say anything.” He mumbled, a light blush across his face as you nodded, biting your lip as you broke, doubling over in laughs as you clutched his arm. “Come on Y/N. We got to find the others.”

“A banana seriously?” You caught your breath, grabbing his hand as you pulled him through the airport towards your friends. You knew you were beat red by the time you caught up, hands on your hips as you tried to hide the smile. Ned and MJ looked between the two of you, unsure of what happened until you told them. Ned joined you in laughter as MJ smirked, shaking her head as she held up your collapsing figure. Peter looked as red as a tomato, eyes locked on the ground as you grabbed his hand, trying to end your laughs as he met your eyes. It stayed like that for a minute until Neds laughs died down and realized what was happening. You quickly dropped his hand, thankful your face was already red from your laugh attack. The moment was short lived as you all were being rushed out of the airport. You caught Peter’s eye multiple times before you got on a boat to your hotel. You hoped Peter would take the seat next to you, but Flash slid in instead.

“Well Hello there.” You mused meeting his smirking eyes. He didn’t say anything as you turned your attention to the curly brunette who stared at you. You shrugged as he took the spot next to you. You were surprised at this, convinced he was gonna sit next to MJ but you blow off the thought. As the boat started moving, Peter put his arm around your shoulder, looking out at the buildings in front of you all as you gasped at the sights. Peter’s gaze shifted from you to MJ, who had turned to him with a brow raised. Peter was quick to remove his arm from you, giving MJ a quick smile that she returned. He kept stealing glances at MJ until you all pulled up to the hotel. The rundown building in front of you caused you all to groan, not looking forward to spending your downtime here. You thought the outside was bad, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the inside. Mr. Harrington was the first to head inside, everyone following as you went in last. It was a disaster. The floor was one big puddle and it was cramped with broken floorboards. You tried to hide your disgust but as soon as Mr. Harrington took one unknowing step forward, your disgust turned into another round of laughter. Without even thinking, Peter helped you into his back, your hands wrapped around his neck instantly as if you had been doing it your whole life. Peter and you always did this. It started when you first hung out in the tower alone. You’d ordered pizza and had to go downstairs to pay for it but refused to put your shoes on, so naturally Peter suggested he carry you down there on his back. You ended up doing it more when ever there was something on the ground or whenever you felt like it. Peter didn’t mind, with his strength it wasn’t like it bothered him. It was your thing. But now as you hopped up onto his back you couldn’t help as your cheeks darkened under your classmates gaze. Tapping Peter on the shoulder, you slowly slid of him, eyes casted to the ground as Peter blushed as well. He turned to look at MJ who’s mouth was turned up into a knowing smirk. The next hour was spent throwing your things in your room, finding out you’re bunking with MJ and then heading out.

You had just made it to the shops, smiling as you donned your sunglasses, only to put them down when someone tapped your shoulder. You spun around, placing your glasses on the top of your head as you were met with Flash. Smiling way to happy at you.

“So you ready to hang out?” He quips, continuing to walk the way you were going as you played catch up. You had totally forgotten about you hanging out with him but nodded your head anyway. You walked through the buildings, chatting with Flash about anything really but the most talked about topic was the avengers, most importantly Spider-Man. It didn’t pain you to talk about them or Pete, and Flash knew not to bring up your dad. You also got the chance to speak to a few locals, learning all you could from them with Flash before some of his friends called him away. He shot you an apologetic smile as you waved him off, telling him to have fun as he pulled out his selfie stick. You liked being alone but not right now. You kept getting the feeling you were being watched. It couldn’t figure it out? So instead you looked for Peter, MJ, or Ned before catching sight of Peter leaving a jewelry shop. You were quick to meet his strides.

“Boh.” You gleamed, showing off your learning of the language as Peter just looked confused. You giggled at his expression, secretly loving the way his face crinkled at you. “Boh.”

“Yeah, no I got that, what does it mean?” He asked rolling his eyes at you. You quickly see past his annoyance as his lips curl up into a smile and you nudge his shoulder.

“It’s like the anti-aloha. I was talking to this old lady, you know someone who knows this place, and then his man came over to try and sell her something, so she told him Boh and he went away! Isn’t that so cool?” You ramble, grabbing Peter’s arm as you smile about your new word.

“Boh is my superpower.” MJ says behind you as you turn to look at her. She gives you a small smile and a high five as she walks next to Peter. Though you were happy to see your friend and share in your love of getting people to leave you alone, you kind of wanted to hang out with Peter alone. But want are you going to do? Ask her to leave?

“Do you know what it stands for? Because Einstein over here doesn’t.” Peter laughs as you playfully punched his arm as he faked hurt. All three of you laughed before MJ explain.

“It can mean a million things. It can mean, ‘I don’t know.’ ‘Get out of my face.’, ‘I don’t know and get out of my face.’”Peter nodded his head, looking in between you and MJ who smiled down at him. When a man selling flowers, probably the one from the old lady based on the look he gave you, came up to you three, you and MJ quickly said Boh together before laughing once again.It’s no wonder he’s crushing on both of you. You’re so similar.

No, I’m not crushing on Y/N. She’s my friend. She’s just my friend. I like MJ! I like MJ. I like…

“Peter? What’s going on?” You whispered, tugging on Peter’s arm to rip him from his thoughts and look at the metal grate. Not a moment passed before the water in the canal had burst into the air causing you to scramble back. Peter’s arm latched around your waist as you met his equally terrified eyes. “Tell me you didn’t leave your suit at home.”

Peter’s eyes widened before glancing back at the water which had gained a face. “Ok, I won’t tell you. But we’re on vacation!” He yelled before grabbing your hand and MJ’s hand pulling you through the crowd of people to where Ned and Bettys boat ended up placed through a door. The five of you ran before Peter pulled Ned and you behind a building.

“You don’t have your suit?” Ned said, shaking Peter. Your eyes were locked on the monster as Ned ran off, leaving you and Peter. Peter shot a web at it and you held back a groan. It’s water Pete, did you really think that was going to work?

“Y/N, you have to go!” He grunted as he started running again, hopping onto wooden poles in the water as you nodded your head, telling him to be safe before taking off after your friends. You could’ve help. You could’ve helped if you came prepared but you haven’t fought since… in a while now. You didn’t have a suit or weapons or anything besides your person and you knew that wasn’t enough so you ran.

You ended back at the hotel with all your friends, leg bouncing as you kept looking towards the door for Peter to enter. He turned up a few minutes later shivering from the water drenched on him but you didn’t care because you were quick to run up to him and throw your arms around his neck. It didn’t take long at all for his arms to be around you, squeezing you back just as hard.

“I told you to be safe!” You whispered into his ear as he put you on the ground, smiling down at you. You bit your lip as your gaze dropped, blushing a little at his smile. “Sorry I c-couldn’t have been more help.” You mumbled before Peter shook his head causing you to look up.

“Don’t be sorry. You’re retired.” He reminded you. Peter seemed to be the only one who understood your decision after your dads death. Not Pepper who told you that you couldn’t let his death hold you back or Happy who keeps telling you about all the times Tony doubted himself, and especially not Sam who insisted you come and help to see him as the new Captain. Peter knew that your dad was your entire world and losing him wasn’t going to be easy. He supported any decision you made and you loved him for it. Peter’s phone rang and you let him go answer it, joining MJ on the stairs as you all watch the news on the TV. You hadn’t realized your leg was still bouncing until MJ put her hand on it, raising a brow at you as you apologize.

“It looks like his name is Mysterio.” Someone said causing both of you to look at them.

“It means Man of mystery.” You piped up as everyone looked at you. You walked towards the screen, trying to see more of the video as everyone talked behind you. You focused on this ‘Mysterio’ as you friends had now dubbed him. You never seen anyone like him before and you couldn’t help but be curious. But at the same time it didn’t feel right. Everyone started to clear out of the lobby before MJ nudged you and told you it was time to get ready for bed.

“Ok, I’ll be there in a few minutes.” She nodded her head as you pulled out your phone, searching through anything you could on him. When nothing more than today came up you groaned, heading up to your room as a saw Mr. Harrington leave Ned and Peter’s door. You needed to talk to someone, and Peter was your favorite one to talk to. You knocked on the door pulling it open a second later, hoping they weren’t changing or anything. To your luck they weren’t, Peter was brushing his teeth and Ned looked to be already asleep. “Hey Peter, we need to talk.” You said, closing the door and stepping in. You turned your attention to Peter, not seeing him look wide eyed at something behind the door as Ned started snoring and you huffed a laughed looking at the sleeping kid before scrunching your brows together. “Is that a dart in his neck?”

“Ah, Y/N Stark.” Someone said behind you. You didn’t even need to turn to see who it was, never mistaking the voice behind for someone else. You slowly faced him, biting your tongue to keep from lashing out.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Wow. No hello Fury?” He mocked, gun resting on his knee aimed at the door. You swore at this point your tongue was bleeding at this point but you didn’t care, it was the only thing keeping you from yelling at him. Peter grabbed your arm, confused as to why you were acting like this. Honestly you were too, but you didn’t like the fact that he was here, trying to recruit Peter right after you all just lost your dad.

“What. The hell. Are you. Doing. Here.” He smirked at your confidence before leaning forward, putting his gun on the table before you scoffed. “Like that’s gonna Prove anything.”

He put his hands up in surrender humoring you. “Just want to talk.” You turn to face Peter who copied Fury’s actions as you fell into a seat next to Ned. Careful not to sit on his arm or something as he snored. This was gonna be a long night.

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Afraid Ch 6

Warnings: SMUTTTTT

(p.s.: this is one of the hottest gifs of Nikki. No cap)

1988

I hiss as my bare back hits the cold wall Nikki has pressed me against while my hands fumble to undo the remaining buttons on his shirt. That damned shirt. It’s what got her in this mess in the first place. If he had just buttoned it up like a normal person and didn’t roll the sleeves up to expose his arms then I wouldn’t have been drooling over him like a horny teenager. Nikki palms my breast as his tongue and teeth worry the skin on my neck as if I wasn’t marked enough already. I pulled Nikki’s hair roughly and he pulled his face away from my neck looking up at me with lust in his eyes.

“You are turning me into a leopard.” I adjusted in his hold of me against the wall.

“I like it that way.” Nikki chuckled before taking a nipple into his mouth. He flicked his tongue across it before lightly pinching it between his teeth.

“Fuck Nikki.” I moaned out feeling his mouth curve up into a smile around my breast.

“God I love it when you say my name” I knew exactly how he felt.

“Nikki we need to get back to the studio” I sighed hating that I had to end things as they were getting good.

“They can wait” Nikki groaned burying his face into my neck.

“Nikki you know I’m not going to fuck you here right?” I laughed carding my fingers through his messy, fluffy hair. We hadn’t yet had sex and I knew the tension was getting to him, but I hadn’t bought that lingerie for nothing and I hadn’t yet had the chance to wear it.

“My dick doesn’t need the reminder” He chortled and I bopped him on the back of the head.

“Your dick doesn’t complain when it’s getting sucked almost nightly spoiled brat.” He helped lower me so I was again standing on the ground and smirked at his handy work on my neck. “Maybe if you weren’t so used to women falling to their knees and spreading their legs the moment they met you then you would appreciate the little things”

“One of these days I’m gonna bend you over my knee and spank you” Nikki grabbed my chin and pressed a kiss to my lips before slipping on his shirt and exiting the small room they had burst into when I couldn’t keep my hands off him. I shook my head and slipped my shirt over my head before following him out of the room and into the studio.

“Did you guys finally fuck?” Tommy all but shouted the moment I walked into the room where he say with Bob.

“Tommy shut up and worry about your drumming.” I tousled his hair as I walked past him to sit behind the soundboard.

“I’m just saying like fuck dude.” Tommy laughed drumming a little beat on his leg.

“Didn’t Heather make you wait for it?” I shot a look having heard him get drunk and talk about the ‘love of his life’ multiple times.

“Oh yeah that’s true. That did make it all the sweeter when we finally did fuck” Tommy had quickly become close with me, on account of me and Nikki being together a lot now, and we had many a drunken heart to hearts.

“Let just work on this song you animals” Bob shook his head wanting to get through today’s recording as soon as possible.

“Okay which song are we laying the drums on again?” I pressed the button to ask Nikki and Mick who were discussing lyrics for a song.

“I want to get Don’t Go Away Mad finished so Vince can lay his vocals down on it and get the drums on Dr. Feelgood going.” Nikki said not even looking up from the notebook where he and Mick were scribbling.

“You heard the man Tommy” I shot over my shoulder.

“Aye, aye Mrs. Captain” Tommy gave a fake silute and marched into the soundproof room.

“Dumb ass” I muttered under my breath, but I couldn’t stop the smile that broke my across my face.

“Whatcha smiling at?” I heard Nikki whisper behind my ear. He must have slipped out of the booth when Tommy slipped into it.

“Thinking about your stupid kiss tattoo near your prick” I screeched when Nikki stuck a wet finger into my ear and he doubled over laughing. He was nearly 30 and still acted like a damn middle schooler, but I couldn’t lie, he made me feel more alive than I had felt in months.

“If you two could stop fucking around” Bob grunted before getting everything set up for Tommy to start recording his drum parts. He nodded his head at me and I signaled to Tommy we were about to begin and for everybody’s sake Nikki sat back and didn’t cause anymore disruptions.

“No fucking way man. No fucking way would you have ever been able to do more coke than Nikki or I.” Tommy yells having no idea what using your inside voice means. The boys and I were having a “sober night in” minus the few joints that Tommy had tucked away in his pocket. We had gathered into Mick’s room to play cards and the topic of our drug of choice.

“I used to go toe to toe with all the bands I worked with and then some T-bone” I noticed the upturn of his lips when I used the nickname everybody else in the band referred to him as “And I know for a fact I could’ve done more coke than you guys.”

“Babydoll you may have been able to go toe to toe with Slash” Vince chuckled dealing out cards “But this is Motley Crue and we invented doing Texas sized rails”

“Vince if we weren’t sober I’d meet you line for line right now” the smile I threw his way was challenging and all teeth. I had a competitive edge and Vince knew it.

“Well how about shot for shot then?” Vince leaned closer across the table a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Isn’t a part of being sober not drinking?” Mick gruffed. He had a point.

“Well I fold” Nikki laid his cards on the table. “And Vince is right. You could never do more drugs than us”

“Excuse me, I’ll have you know that David Lee Roth told me he was impressed by how well I could hold my own. I fold too” I got up from the table and grabbed my cigarettes to go for a smoke on the balcony. I opened the sliding glass door and stepped out lighting my cigarette and staring at the stars. To think that I was just a few months ago drinking, popping, and snorting whatever I could get my in my hands. I heard the door open behind me and I didn’t have to guess who it was especially when his strong hands wrapped around my middle.

“Penny for your thoughts” He rested his chin on the top of my head.

“I was just thinking if I told me six months ago that I would be in Canada and spending quality time with Motley Crue, well I would call me a liar” I chuckled out and I felt a small chuckle escape him as well.

“If I told me six months ago that I would not only be alive, but happy to be alive, I would call me a liar” He reached for my cigarette and I leant it to him to puff on as I took his free hand still on my waist and lifted it to my mouth pressing a kiss to his fingers.

“You wanna get out of here.” I spun around to look at him and rested my chin against his chest.

“You read my mind”

I looked myself over in the mirror and admired the outfit on my body. I had told Nikki I needed to use the bathroom in order so put on the lingerie set I had hidden in there earlier.

“Alright you got this (y/n)” I tried to psyche myself up “You’re hot. Nikki is going to cum in his pants when he sees you” I took a deep breath and opened the door.

I walked out of the bathroom and stepped into the room. Nikki was leaning against the headboard, but the moment I got in his line of sight he sat up. His mouth was practically hitting the floor and I thought I could’ve seen drool dribble down his chin. I smirked and slowly crawled my way up the bed to him.

“Do you like?” I asked when I got closer to him.

He didn’t respond with words and instead flipped me over in the bed so he was hovering over me. He took both my wrists in one hand and held them above my head while he slowly grazed down my body with his other hand. My breath hitched in my throat as he ran a finger against the line where my thong met my pubic bone. He crashed his lips against mine while still holding my hands above my head. I moaned against his mouth and the grip on my wrists tightened only increasing my want for him. He pressed kisses down my chin to my neck switching between abusing the skin with his teeth and flicking his hot tongue against the skin there. His hold on my wrists relented and he quickly removed my bra taking both breasts in his hands before trailing his mouth down to capture a nipple in his mouth. He took turns showing each one his affections until I pulled his shirt up over his head and made motions to reach for his pants.

“Don’t even think about it” He growled and bit my hand lightly. “Hands stay in my hair or in the sheets for now”

I nodded to let him know I understood what he said, my brain far too overheated to form words. Nikki continued his decent down my body with bites and licks surely leaving more hickeys than I could ever hope to cover. When he got to my underwear he pressed a kiss to my covered core causing me to let out a shaky moan. Suddenly Nikki threw my legs over his shoulder and sat up pulling my thong swiftly off my legs. He was between my legs in seconds devouring me reducing me into a whimpering moaning mess. His tongue delivered devilish licks to my clit while his fingers plunged in and out of me. I felt the familiar build up in my stomach and clenching around his fingers. My release washed over my body and I screamed out his name tugging roughly at his hair. I released my hold on him and tried to catch my breath as I came down from my high. Nikki looked up at me as he licked his fingers clean right in front of me before reaching his hand down to discard of his pants. He hovered over me again and positioned himself at my entrance.

“You ready for this?” He asked rubbing his head against the the slick folds between my legs.

“I’ve never wanted anything so bad in my life” I quickly pulled his head down to kiss me and he plunged himself inside of me. He moaned as he pulled out and plunged into me again. He quickened his pace up and I wrapped my legs around his waist dragging my nails down his back and chest.

“Fuck (y/n) I’m gonna” Nikki panted out and it wasn’t long before he finished and collapsed on top of me just barely holding himself up on his elbows. He pressed kisses all over my face making me giggle and rolled himself over pulling me against him.

“Okay that was the best sex I’ve had” Nikki trailed his fingers lightly down my sweat damp skin.

“It’s definitely a top five experience for me” I joked and Nikki slapped me on the ass playfully. “It was the best for me too” I yawned and settled against him. It wasn’t long before I had passed out peacefully and totally spent.

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