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theficplug · 4 years

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|Next Lifetime|Erik Killmonger|

previous chapters : Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

erik killmonger x black reader

|part 4|

warnings: um definitely smut this chapter at the end. so 18+ for this chapter! and a possible trigger warning for grief but i promise it gets better and its a romcom.

synopsis: reader grieves Erik until she doesn’t (i’m trying not give too much away). This one is a long ass chapter. So, grab you a snack and something to drink! I hope y’all like it.

“You promised on our birthday that you would give me something far more special than the charms you would gift to me. In 2018, you wanted to avenge your birth parents and you went off and did something foolish and when you- when they returned you to me you were-.” you struggle for a bit to find the words to explain it all to him as he takes a step back to gather himself.

He rubs his eyes before grabbing your arms gently and massaging them . He leans down to look you in your eyes before asking “Ma, did you take something before I came to pick you up? You alright? Cause what you saying don’t make no sense at all... Your pupils don't look dilated though.”

“I know how this must sound. Batshit crazy. I know it sounds crazy to me too. I’m still trying to figure out if I’m losing my own damn mind. I don’t know how or why. I just know that you came back to me.” you say to him and he shakes his head.

“Erik. You’re talking about your ex boyfriend...The one that passed... . Alright, I’m going to take you home now... I still don’t understand what’s going on here and I’ve had about all I can take of trying to understand what’s going on here.” N’Jadaka says quietly to you before going around and opening your car door.

The drive was silent as you picked at your nails and let the soft r&b roll over the tension between the two of you.

Your own thoughts were going in about a billion different directions again. It didn’t feel right to just sit on all of that and not say anything at all. As ripped from a science fiction film as it sounded at least he knows.

He was never one to think quietly because you could practically read his thoughts with the changing of expressions across his face.

The relief of seeing your building washed over you as he offered to walk you to your door.

It was bittersweet because there was still so much of him in this different version of him. Even when he was upset with you or livid with whatever ghost that was haunting him back then, he still showed nothing but tenderness to you.

You nod and give him a small smile before following him up the stairs , to your elevator, and finally your door.

“I know that this is a lot. I mean who in their right mind would be able to process all of that.I wish there was any other way to say it... But thank you, I had a really nice time.” your soft words snap him out of staring at your face as if he was trying to piece it all together.

He knew deep down that there was something about you and what happened that weekend while dreaming in colours and other worlds but he couldn’t wrap his head around all of this happening in real life.

You lean up to kiss his cheek and he grabs your shoulders softly. “With all due respect. You seem like a lovely person and a good woman, but I just - this all a lil too weird for me and I don’t think it’s a good idea that we continue seeing each other.”

He kisses your hand and leaves with one look over your shoulder as you call out “Meet me at our spot. If you are still anywhere in there. You’ll know what I mean.”

“What the hell happened ? I didn’t expect you back until tomorrow morning?” Iri says as she settles on the other side of the sofa and patted the spot next to her as you kick off the sandals and lay your head on her lap with tears already prickling your eyes.

“Oh you didn’t? Please don’t tell me you told him about the soulmate reincarnation thing? Sweets, you probably scared the hell out of that man. We needed you to keep that waaay down in the vault.” Tiki adds as she pops the cork off the bottle of wine in her hand and pauses the movie playing on the screen in the background.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do . You’re gonna text him and tell him that you had just gotten your wisdom teeth removed earlier today and the meds had you unexpectedly zooted as fuck. “ Iri suggests and you chuckle softly.

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Meanwhile at N’Jadaka’s house he was already being pestered by Lina and Penn for some type of details about what happened during the date. Orleans was already in the kitchen cooking and ear hustling but went back to his conversation on the phone with Big Mike when he realized there wasn’t any tea.

“I don’t feel good. I’m finna go lay down. I’ll talk to y’all in the morning”. He says simply to them before trudging his way to his part of the house.

They had been friends since college and just got used to the idea of living together as they did in the dorms so they made it work after graduation.

It helped them save money for when they finally separated and all of their schedules kept them busy so they didn't have time to get sick of each other. They also knew him well enough to know when something was bothering him and to leave him alone when he gets this moody.

"What the fuck?" He whispered under his breath

"What the fuck was all that?" He continues talking to himself as he strips and walks past the bathroom mirror to the shower.

He stops when something catches his eye. He sees a birthmark on his chest that almost resembles the shape of claw marks. He lets his fingers linger over the mark for a second. Thoughts of a panther mask clouded his memories for a moment before he shook his head and entered the shower.

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A few hours later of talking through it with your girls about possibly seeing a therapist about all that's going on and you were ready for bed.

It didn't take long to drift off, you were ready to put the whole thing behind you.

The familiar setting of purples , pinks, and hues of blue came into focus and you looked around letting the butterflies land on you again.

You walk through the flowers and find Erik sitting by a stream of water weaving some of the flowers together.

"What the hell, E?" You ask as you run over to him and wrap your arms around his neck

He turns to you and smiles big , his dimples on full display before shrugging.

"It ain't perfect but it's the best I could do. They said it's like a do-over or something like that. I get a second chance but as a result of the way I did things the first time it's a lil different. Like when you restore a computer and it lose all it's files and shit. I get a new life but I'm still kinda stuck. I kinda like it though. I don't remember all the other shit when I'm awake. It really is like starting over. Shits crazy to explain when you think about it. But for you , you already know. I'd find you in this life and the next and the one after that. I don’t think I’mma ever fully remember what happened with all of that when i’m awake. I’m cool with it. It ain’t something I’m tryna remember." He says tipping your chin up to look at you and kissing you softly

"I know. At least I get to hold you in the real world. It's just different. But guess what I saw today? I seen that bench that you and me signed all them years back. It's still there." You say to him and he places the lil flower bracelet around your wrist as y'all sit and talk for the rest of the night.

By the time you wake up with the aroma of breakfast wavering throughout the loft you feel a little better about the whole situation with Erik, not Erik.

You opened your phone and sent him an I'm sorry gif with a few extra words inspired by Tina's wisdom tooth lie.

After easing into the kitchen and standing in the doorway you see the two lovebirds dancing around the kitchen singing to each other and laying food on the plates.

"Morning lil sleepy head. Don't forget that I'll still be coming down to the center with you today for the seminar. You hungry?" Iris asks as she places the plate in your hands with a kiss to the top of the head.

"Of course. There's a young girl, Sophie there that I really think would love to talk to you. She's just starting her transition. And her parents are wonderful but they don't really have much money. She hasn't really had the chance to get more “feminine” presenting clothes and she likes makeup. " You say and she nods catching your drift.

"Well it'd brighten anybody's day seeing a beautiful successful trans woman like myself honey. But let's lift her spirits even more. I'm gonna bring some of the makeup I got from pr packages and some of the clothes from this collection. I really hope it helps." She answers and Tika just saunters over to her proclaiming her love for her.

"Alright alright alright. I get it. I'm single as hell." You say laughing softly

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Two weeks ticked by with radio silence on N'Jadaka's end. After the 4th day when he gave you the cold shoulder at a coffee shop, you decided to stop trying.

Maybe it wasn't fate and maybe you were just believing what you wanted to believe.

You reason with yourself as you walked around the loft making notes about the new housing project you were working on.

Finally having the house to yourself with the lovebirds gone for the day on a little adventure. You got to work budgeting and calling different areas to rent out apartments to you for women and lgbtq+ with housing insecurities.

Your ramblings and thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door , thinking that Iri or Tika left something behind.

"I told you to take your sunscre- Daka?" You question as he stands in front of you

You cross your arms and furrow your brows while waiting for an answer from him.

He stands for a moment like he’s trying to gather all of his thoughts together in a way that makes sense to both of you.

"What're you doing here?" You ask putting your hand on your hip.

He drops his shoulders and lets out a soft sigh before looking at you.

"I didn't wanna believe it. What you said that night cause like how the fuck does something like that happen? I’mma be honest. I wanted to just believe that you were a lil off and leave it at that but something keeps telling me that you right. I can't remember shit before college and all I wanted to do was be with you. From the moment I met you in the store. I was like, this is it. This is what's missing. A piece to a puzzle that's all jumbled up." He admits and you nod slowly before letting him in.

You walk around the kitchen getting a cup of tea for yourself and sitting a cup of coffee down on the counter for him.

“Don’t worry it’s black, I know you dont like it sweet.”

"You know I didn't exactly expect my fiancee that I buried months before to show up at a damn supermarket of all places. This isn't some movie or fanfiction. These kind of things don't happen in real life. Daka you, you had claw marks all over you. The last time I laid eyes on you. And now you're here in front of me. I thought that I was losing my mind." You say and he starts to unbutton his shirt.

"These." He says peeling his shirt off and showing you the birthmarks on his chest and shoulder.

You trace your fingers over it before leaning your head on his shoulder.

"I asked my parents about my childhood and when I passed by my old neighborhood a few days ago andI remembered some things. I remember what happened to my other parents, in pieces. Shit’s brutal." He says dropping his gaze

"It's okay." You whisper to him and wrap your arms around him. You rocked him for a moment letting him let all of those feelings wash over him.

He embraced you for a moment before kissing you tenderly. You tug at his bottom lip before deepening the kiss when he press you against the counter.

"We'll figure it out... Something telling me I'd be a fuckin fool to lose you again." He says quietly against yours lips.

"Are you gonna make love to me or are you going to keep looking at me like that?" You ask as he studies your whole face like he's looking at art.

"A memory. It's you. We stood right here and I kissed you the same way. You were saying something like "you bring yourself home to me"." He says and you nod frantically, holding him closer to you.

"I did. It was right before you left." You admit and he nods before lifting you up onto the counter and kissing you heatedly this time. He kisses down to your breasts before looking up at permission from you to unhook your bra.

Always a man that knows what he's doing. He takes kisses around your breasts and nipples. He takes his time to lick and caress you until he works his way down.

You shake your head yes before moving to slide off your panties but his kisses and his mouth is already beating you to it as he kisses down to your thigh.

He slides your panties off with his teeth and tosses them over his shoulder.

You tilt your head back as you feel him wasting no time massaging over your clit and working you over with his fingers, curling them and stroking you gently.

Your soft moans fill the room when he hooks your leg over his shoulder and begins to suckle your clit softly , swirling his tongue over it.

"Tika will kil- Ooh god. How does your tongue feel like it's vibrating?" You ask and he only chuckles and grips onto your cheeks to bring you closer to him.

He was feasting on and devouring you like he was going to lose again and you could grind your hips down against his tongue and moan his name sweetly.

He didn't stop his tongue or fingers working in you until your legs are shaking and you're gripping at his head.

"You have- fuck. I'm a squir-" you moan his name brokenly while trying to get out your words and lean back for a moment licking his lips before realizing what you're trying to say.

"Hold that for me. I wanna come with you." He says to you and you pout and protest as he removes his fingers. He picks you up off the counter and carries you bridal style asking you which room is yours.

"Left , left." You giggle into his shoulder as he helps you slide your dress off and you unbutton his jeans for him.

You capture him in a kiss for a moment feeling his soft plump lips against yours again for the first time in what feels like forever.

"It's been a long time since I've done all of this. . . Gentle." You say and he runs a calloused finger over your cheek moving a curl away from your face as he looks at you.

He gets a quick flash of a memory of you and him in bed. You wore a smile on your face before telling him "happy anniversary".

He trailed his fingers down your body remembering almost every scar , every moment.

When Erik got to a scar at your side. He chuckled, unlocking a memory of you two running from the neighborhood rottweiler , Smokey.

That old ass dog hated you and he hoisted you over the fence first after being out late one night in high school. The gate had caught your side when you jumped.

Erik felt so bad he brought you food from anywhere you wanted everyday from to school for a month.

He leans down to place open mouthed kisses to it.

He traced over your thighs to the cellulite and stretch marks remembering when you first got them.

He was moving homes at the time and he wasn't ready to be further away from you yet. You two just sat for hours at the park in the grass, talking.

" You know white men behind all of that anyways. They want y'all to feel like you gotta look the same way. That's how they make them billions. My mama had 'em . Yo mama , and generations back. And it ain't ever stop them from being the women they are. Besides if any dirtneck nigga ever try you , just tell me. Imma handle it." He would say as you sat with your head on his lap, staring at the sun setting, knowing good and well your grandparents were gonna ground you for being late when you get home.

They never did though cause you were with Erik they knew you were gonna be alright.

"Nothing to worry about. I… I've never done any of that stuff before…Have you?" you question hesitantly as you stare off.

"Tisha. From Ms. Wilkes class. We was coming from the kick back-"

"Uh uh . That's your business , you ain't gotta tell me all of that." You say slightly upset at the fact that Tisha of all people was his first.

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"I got you." He says kissing your forehead then your nose before hooking your leg over his hip and easing into you slowly while his lips are still on yours. His eyes never left yours as he cupped your face sweetly like he didn't want to lose you again.

In this moment he gets a glimpse of prom night and how things changed between the both of you forever.

He wraps his hands around your waist. One of his hands splayed across your belly.

He remembers the pregnancy scare you both had afterwards with him holding your hand and telling you no matter what happens he wanna be there for both of you.

Luckily, nothing came of it but you were definitely closer because of it.

You let out an open mouthed gasp at the feeling of being so full of him after so long.

You rest your hands on his neck and shoulder and he bottoms out fully settling into you as he moves his arms next to balance himself.

You close your eyes as he begins to stroke into you trying to set a rhythm for you as his praises for you fall from his lips.

He kisses his way down your neck licking the marks that are already starting to form there.

"My lil baby." He mutters out after licking a freshly formed hickey forming on top of your breasts.

You open your eyes slowly , looking at him and the way he's looking at you .

"It's been way too long since I've heard that from you. You're remembering?" You ask quietly as you let out a soft moan.

N'Jadaka's muscles flex and tighten as he picks up his pace. His abs clenched as he pulls out almost completely and filled you at a different angle.

The sounds of your moans filling the room with every stride and stroke of his hips, it seems like you're closer to floating in space. The man was fucking you like his life depended on it and at this point all you could do is wrap your arms around him again to comfort you as he shutters and rolls his hips deeper into you. Your walls tighten around him as you relish in the feeling of him.

"Fuck. I remember all of it." He says half chuckling at the way it's coming to him and half nearly in tears cause he really missed being with you.

"I also remember that this is your favourite position cause you like to see my face." He teases before leaning down to kiss you again with them plump ass lips.

"E?" You ask , grabbing his face with trembling hands.

"Baby?" You ask again

He moves his hands from your waist and places your hands in his. Then moving them above your head as he flashes in between making love to you for the last time and now.

You roll over with him and place your hands on your chest riding him slowly getting the rhythm as he strokes into you from below.

He laughs softly when he realizes what you're doing.

"Are you spelling my fucking name , baby?" He asks and you tell him that you can spell both.

You let out a whimper when he brushes your spot and let him take over as he runs his hands over your thighs to your butt and over your back as he strokes into you.

He plants his feet on the bed and work your hips in rhythm with him.

It didn't take long for you to orgasm with a loud shriek of his name . You had forgotten how he gets when he's close as his hands on gripping all over your thighs and your back. You were already feeling sensitive with your second orgasm coming through and this man felt like he was trying to put it in your belly.

He rolls you onto your side giving it to you deeply.

With a loud hiss and panting from him he cums , holding you in his arms.

"I don't think it has felt like that since our birthday last year." He says into your ear as he pulls you closer into his arms.

He engulfs you fully in his embrace and presses a kiss to the side of your head.

You laugh softly and roll over to face him , resting your forehead against his.

"I remember. You took me to Paris. I had never been and at the time I was obsessed with everything Parisian. We fucked on the balcony and somehow I ended up popping the straps to my favorite dress. You still owe me by the way." You tease and he shakes his head laughing.

"I think we ended up saving they marriage from across the way though. They was arguing the whole time. Then they gon watch us like we ain't see them." Erik says laughing as he squeezes your thigh playfully.

"I know they was trying some things." You joke

"I missed you so much. You don't even understand." You admit with a somehow saddened and relieved expression.

"I know. I want to start over this time. All of that Erik Killmonger shit is over with. I wanna keep the name N'Jadaka and just start over. All of that was too heavy on me to carry. I wanna let it all go. I wanna do it right with you." He explains

"Good because if you put me through that again. Wakanda will be the least of your damn worries." You say to him and he nods giving you his word, sealed with a kiss.

"It'll be alright. Everything happens for a reason. And I think that right now a bath needs to happen and I'm gonna need you to do that thing again that you did in the kitchen cause I'm tryna figure out when you learned that-"

At some point after the bubble bath/ shower combo you were both out like a light until Iri and Tika decide to come busting in like they usually do with little gifts and food for you.

"Guess who's your fave- SHE GOT A WHOLEASS MAN IN HER BED" Iri announces to Tika before your pillow hits the door as she closes it.

"Sorry about that. This is kinda our cuddle hour so they're used to just coming on in." You say sleepily and he just laughs it off while holding you closer.

"It's all good. I remember that I ain't know them much before but when we did spend time with them, they were good people." He says, still trying to piece it together.

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You fell asleep more peacefully than you had in a long time. Now granted, good sex didn't fix the many layers of issues and mysticism surrounding everything.

But for now, you knew that you had him, you had your girls, family and your business. Everything felt alright again.

Right up until the point of sleeping through the first alarm to meet the property owners.

"Bae. Bae your phone going off." N'Jadaka whispers in the dark room , voice still riddled with sleep and grogginess.

"Shit. Shit. I'm gonna be so late." You call out , quickly jumping out of bed and stumbling around the room.

It takes you about 25 minutes to speed through getting dressed in your best skirt suit.

N'Jadaka sits on the end of the bed putting on his shoes and watching you shuffle around.

He had offered to drive you there and stay with you and check out the property with you.

He slows you down by grabbing you by your arms gently and placing a kiss to your lips.

"Good morning, handsome. Let's go"

You walk through the living room with Iri and Tika already posted up in the kitchen placing two breakfast burritos in a container to grab and go.

You grab your things from the counter all while thanking them and jetting towards the door.

"Good luck pooh!" Tika calls after you.

"Byyyyeeee Dakaaaa" they call out after him

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"Here it is . These are the apartments. I know they don't look like much now from the outside. But from the pictures it looks great. And they'll be safe and comfortable here-" you babble on to N'Jadaka while you both stand outside of the building where Erik grew up , until you notice two women walking to a car that clearly wasn't from this area.

You notice Shuri and your breath hitches in your throat.

Frozen in your anxiety, the seconds ticked by and it was too late to leave. She looked you dead in the eye and then at N'Jadaka like she had seen a ghost.

She gasped and Nakia followed the eyes before back into the car.

"SHURI WAIT - PLEASE" you yell out to them but the car was already speeding away.

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ayinko · 5 years

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Soldier, Start A Fire

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College!AU)

Summary: Your fight with Bucky was burning like the sun. You thought he was your star, but he is your star.

Words count: 3,048

Warning: Swearing, smoking, smut-ish, mentions of sex, the reader is a cool kid.

A/N: A song inspired me again! It’s called ‘cigarettes’ by Carlie Hanson, once I listen to the song, it reminds me of Bucky, and as always, I really hope you enjoy and like it! I think i’m too excited until i made another one.

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You’re standing beside your car, back laying at the door of the car, you park your car near the river so you can see the moon reflected on the water. You light your cigarette and inhale it. You blow the smoke as you look down thinking about what happened a year ago.

“Who’s that girl?” Bucky asks Steve while he looked at the girl who’s skating her board.

“Y/N, but a lot of people call her ‘Sunset Raven’.”

“What does that mean?”

“Raven means a girl who likes to wear black and she’s a night owl. She’s very active at night.”

You look up to the moon, and you see your shadows illuminated by the lamppost near you.

“Hey, Alvin! Can you pass me my water?” You shouted, while catching the bottle your friend throw at you.

While you were drinking you saw a guy in a black bomber jacket and black jeans, he had a long hair, tied up in a bun. ‘he looks cute.’ You thought. He’s walking with his friend, heading out of the campus.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m gonna go. See you tomorrow!” Alvin said to you.

“Yeah, see ya!” You walk back to your dorm with your board.

You open the door to see your roommates, Carol and Wanda. You put your board down and take off your sweater, because there’s a t-shirt inside of it.

“God, it��s hot in here.”

“Consider you just skate for hours with two layers of clothing.” Carol said to you.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Hey, have you ever heard about the most famous and handsome boys around the campus?” Wanda interrupted.

“No. Who are they?” Carol ask.

“You know, Steve, Tony, James, Peter and Clint? And Nat, Clint’s girlfriend.”

“Oh, the cool kids? I heard of them.” You said. “But I don’t who’s who.”

“I can tell you.” The brown-haired smiled, “Tony, the genius one, Steve, the muscular blonde guy. Peter, the sweetheart, James the long-haired muscular guy, and Clint, the athlete.”

You nod, understanding what Wanda said, ‘Oh, so that’s James… the long haired one…’ you thought to yourself.

“Hey, Carol, you kinda fit with Steve. Blonde, active, a great leader.” You joked.

“Whatever you say, Y/N… whatever you say.”

“That means you agree, right?” You giggled.

“No. Not at all. I’m gonna get a shower.”

You drink the beer on the glass bottle you hold, while opening your phone, it says 22.09; Thursday, 11March. And the wallpaper of your phone was the streets of New York at night, the date you can never forget.

You chuckled, “Fuck, it’s our time.”

You walk down the street to go to the gym, when you have arrived, you started to use the treadmill and run. After 30 minutes, you take a break and run again. You didn’t notice that someone is looking at you, you then stopped after you see the time, you’ve been running on the treadmill for an hour.

You tidy your bag and make your way outside, but somebody bump you, you didn’t know who it is because you’re focused on your phone.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t focused, I was jus-” You said suddenly, but you didn’t notice who you’re bumping to.

You look up to see the long-haired man, hair tied up into a bun, looking at you.

“It’s alright, it’s my fault. I was just too hurry.”

“Wait- you’re… James, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me. But please call me Bucky, everyone called me that.”

“Bucky… what a nice name, I’m Y/N.”

“Hi, Y/N. Well, now that I’m here, do you wanna get some food? I’m kinda hungry…”

“Yeah, sure.”

You both walk to the closest coffee shop to order a sandwich and a latte. You both talk to each other about your lives and hobbies, you shared a lot with him, you never thought, the person that is adored in campus is this nice.

“Why do you like skateboarding?” He asks.

“I just liked it, I grew up with a brother and my neighbours are boys too, so, I followed their hobbies. And it just sticks with me.”

“Do you consider yourself a sweetheart…? Or a tomboy?”

“Maybe I’m both. I do smoke and drink, but I also still hang out with my roommates, like shopping, go to salon.” You smiled. “Tell me about you, I see you like to box and often go to the gym.”

“I always like to train, so much that people call me a soldier.” He chuckles, making you laugh at his words.

After you talk for about an hour, you look at your phone that says 11.24; Sunday, 11 March. You both walk out of the coffee shop and back to your dorms.

“Hey… can I see you again, maybe?” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah, of course. Just tell me when and where, I’ll make sure I’m free.” You smiled, turning to walk away.

“Great. Oh wait!” You turn back to him. “My friend is having a party on his penthouse, maybe you wanna come? It’s next Sunday, on the Stark Building.

“Yeah, I’ll go.”

You blow the smoke from your cigarette, and you throw the cigarette down, crunch it with the edge of your Converse. You get into your car to take some papers, you found an empty barrel, you light your lighter and burn the paper and throw it inside the barrel.

“What’s that?” Bucky ask to you.

“I made a poster, it’s filled with the photos of us that I printed.” You smiled at him.

“It’s beautiful… like you.”

‘It’s beautiful… like you.’ The words ghosted your mind, it repeats over and over as you burn the papers.

You look at it like you just don’t care, you never wanna remember that cringey moment of yours. You walk back to your car, it’s a great car, not too old, not too young, your dad bought it for you. You’re not as rich as Tony Stark, but you’re sure that you still can afford a good car. You drive home, back to your apartment, but the traffic is jam is a shit, you put your elbow near the window, and your hand support your tilted head as you wait for the traffic light to go green.

You waited for Bucky to pick you up, You’re wearing a short black, A-Line dress with a white denim jacket, sleeved rolled high enough to show half of your arm. After a while you saw a black car heading your way, you smiled and when he arrives, he opens the window,

“Good evening, miss. Mind if I give you a ride?”

You rolled your eyes, “Seriously, Buck?” You hopped into the car.

After you arrive, you see the place is like a castle, it’s very elegant and feels expensive. People are looking at you confusedly, you used to ride skateboards and hang out with boys, and now you turned 180 degrees, looking feminine, and different.

You bit your bottom lip nervously, and Bucky quickly hold your hand, “It’s alright, you have me.” He smile at you.

You meet Bucky’s friends and everyone you ever heard. And you meet Steve, he’s pretty shocked to see you here, you talk a bit with him, sharing out your likings to him, you had a great time talking to Steve while Bucky chat with the others.

“You know, if I was Bucky, I would feel very lucky to have you.”

“Thanks, Steve.”

Bucky then come to you, and take you to the balcony. The view is very beautiful there, you get to see the whole New York with one glance. You notice no one is here, just Bucky and you, admiring the view, but Bucky’s view is you.

“Y/N?” You looked at him softly.

“Yes, Bucky?”

“You have to know that I love you, very much.” He said softly.

You’re beyond surprised, you don’t know what to say, to be honest, you really do have a crush on him.

“I love you too, Bucky Barnes.” You sigh in relief.

He’s also surprised, then he leaned closer to you, pressing his lips to yours and kissed you passionately. That is the very first kiss with him, you kissed slowly, very slow. You felt his love in every breath. From that day, you are sweet couple, people wonder how come the rich Bucky Barnes fall for the wild and active Sunset Raven and became a sweet and loving couple?

You kept driving until you pass the famous ice cream shop, you park on the side of the road, and go buy an ice cream.

“Hi, how can I help you?” The cashier ask you.

“I would like to have a 3 scoop ice cream, Vanilla, Bubble Gum, and Cotton Candy, and can you serve it in a cup? Not a cone.”

“Yes, I can. Please wait for a while.”

You wait, and when the Cashier serve your ice cream, you pay for it and eat it on the table.

“Vanilla, Cotton Candy, and Bubble Gum? That’s way too sweet.”

“Don’t care, as long as it tastes good, I’ll take it. Better than you who only eat Mint Chocolate Chip.” He rolled his eye.

“This is the best, sitting on the park at night, eating ice cream. I wanna take a photo of this place.”

You turn on your phone again to see the wallpaper picture, it’s the park, and the streets near the ice cream shop.

You thought you will have a great life with Bucky, you always go somewhere with him, to the festivals, exhibits, concerts, even a beautiful park. You still remember that you kissed under the moonlight on the park, after you ate ice cream, you still can taste the mint on his tongue.

You really are a sweet couple, having a cute date, always go everywhere with him until you reach the last year. You live together in his dorm, but you never leave Carol and Wanda. You never have bitter moment, always sweet. You can never forget the first time he slept with you, the way he make love slowly to you, gentle and tender. You can’t forget it.

It was sweet and great until one day, you came home from campus to your shared room.

You’ve been busy for the last 2 months then, you always come home late. You take the keys from you jeans pocket to get in, but before you put in the key, you heard moaning from the inside, the sound of another girl. You’re shocked, you hoped it’s not Bucky, you open the door slowly, and walk into your shared bedroom, the bedroom was slightly ajar, and you peek and open the door widely. You’re beyond shocked and hurt when you see Bucky is on the bed there, fucking Nat.

‘What in the fucking hell?!’ you thought, ‘I thought She’s with Clint.’ But you remember Clint was also in your class, so he’s also busy, but Bucky cheating on you, on your shared bed. You took a moment, watching them, and you heard Bucky moan Nat’s name. ‘he loves her better than I am.’

“What the fuck, Bucky?!”

Bucky quickly gets up and look at you with shock. “Y/N… i-it’s not what you thought.”

“Not what I thought? I saw what I saw, the fuck was that?” Bucky take his t-shirt and cover his bottom and getting up but you quickly stop him, “No, you stay there!”

“Look… I’m sorry, Baby…”

“Baby? Call her that!” You pointed at Nat, who’s covering her body.

“Shit… Y/N… please…”

“Please what? Seriously? I watched you fucking her, and you want me to still stay with you? Bullshit.” You walk out of the bedroom.

“No, Y/N…” He walk after you.

“NO, YOU STAY THERE, BARNES! I’m fucking done with this kinda shit, what a waste of time I dated you. If this is the way it goes? Fine, I’ll just stay away. I don’t need this shit.” You exclaim, “And this?” you take out the dorm key, “It’s fucking bullshit.” You threw the keys away from you and you slam the door close.

You walk to your dorm, not caring that your things are still in his room. You knock at the door, and Wanda opens it.

“Hey, you look pale… what’s wrong?”

You can’t say anything, and without waiting, Wanda quickly hug you, and Carol walk to you both and join in. They know you rarely become upset.

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“Bucky… he… cheated on me…”

“With who?” Carol asks.

“It’s Nat.”

“Oh shit. That’s bad.” Carol shakes her head.

“It’s alright, Y/N. You will be alright.” Wanda said as you nodded.

You put your forehead on your palms, you don’t notice your ice cream in finished and tears are coming out of your eyes. You sniffed and walk back to your car to drive home.

You meet Steve the next morning, he looked at you, so concerned.

“Hey, you look very tired, and sad… and where’s Bucky.”

“Well last time I saw him, he’s fucking Nat.” You spit bitterly.

“Oh shit.” He pulled you to a hug while crying.

Meanwhile, Bucky saw you. He thought you’re also cheating on him, his jaw clenches.

“Hey, Steve can we talk about it?” you ask him.

“Yes, of course. But maybe this afternoon. I’m busy now.”

“Okay, can we talk at the Ephemeral Coffee Shop? I wanna go there.”

“Yeah, I’ll meet you there, 3 PM, is that okay?”

You nodded, and he walk while patting your head.

You start your car and sighing, thinking about that moment. You wipe the tears out of your eyes. And drive home.

It’s 14.30, you’re getting ready to go to the café. But you were stopped by Bucky.

“Hey, can we talk for a while?”

“What do you want to talk? I thought it’s enough.”

“No, I just wanna tell you that I’m sorry… I never wanted to.”

“But why did you do it?”

“Nat asked me to, if I don’t do it, I have to break up with you. That’s the only choice.”

“It’s okay, I forgive you.”

“But please, don’t leave me…”

“I can’t, it hurts me so bad to see you like that.”

“And now you’re bailing me?”

“I’m not bailing you, I just can’t take it. I don’t want to see you.”

“And then you run to my best friend?” He raised his tone.

“What? No! I’m not.”

“Then why do you hug him?”

“So now I can’t hug any boy but you now? How possessive.”

“I’m not- listen to me.” he grab your arm tightly, “I don’t want to lose you, please. And because you saw me, you’re also cheating on Steve now?”

“No, I’m not cheating! I will never cheat! Even on you! You were the one who cheat on me by fucking Nat in front of me!” You yell, “I’m going.”

You left Bucky alone there, sadly. Bucky can’t believe he just hurt you.

You arrive at the café, and you talk to Steve while crying for 2 hours.

Tears fall down again on your cheeks, you sniffed. You feel better now, because you never saw him again. You arrive at your apartment, change clothes and go to sleep.

Something on your heart is still keeping something, his sweet words, his face, his smile. You can’t forget about him. You feel like you’re cursed to remember the worse moments in your life.

And so do Bucky, he can never forget about you. He regret the moment he raised his tone. He can’t forget the look in your eyes, your eyes are glossy with tears that is going to come out.

You remember the days when you’re broken because of Bucky, and Carol told you the sentence that always stuck in your head.

“Just remember one thing, Y/N. If you’re meant to be with Bucky, you will always see him, remember him, and look like him. And if you don’t, then none of that will happen. Just don’t be sad about him too long, if god wanted you to be with someone that’s better than him, it’s good. Just act normal again, no need to mourn a lot about cheating boyfriend, chill out, sis!”

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You wake up at 6 AM and you prepare to get some coffee down the street. After a long ride last night, you learn that you should just forgive him and let him go. You know you should just act cool and normal, just like what Carol said.

You wear a baby blue sweater and a white beanie, you touch your hair, realizing that you never cut it since you break up with Bucky, now your hair is below your shoulder, and you think it looks good on you. You wear a white beanie because it’s cold outside. You brought nothing but your phone and credit card inside your phone case.

You’re looking at your phone, opening gallery and watch every photo that is in your phone, some of it are you and Bucky, taking a selfie or a photo of Bucky that you took. You’re so caught up in your phone until you didn’t realize you’re about to cross the street while the cars are going fast.

You felt a hand on your waist and pick you up from behind, you scream in fear, afraid that it’s a thief. You then dropped by the person who picked you and turn around looking at the person. It’s a man with a long hair tied up in a bun. You know him.

“Bucky?” You ask.

He was surprised, “Y/N- I-I, uuhh… I didn’t know it was you, I was just afraid you’re gonna get hit by a car an-”

“Bucky…” you look him in the eyes deeply.

“Yes, Y/N…?”

“I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done to you… I never wanted to.”

“I-I… understand…” He smile, “Do you still love me?”

You gasp, never thought he will ask that, “Do you?”

“Yes, I still do… for you.”

“Then I still love you too… I can’t…”

“Forget about you?”

“I can’t forget about you.”

You hug him and he hugs back, you both didn’t care you’re in the sidewalk, all you care is that he’s still with you.

“You wanna have some coffee?” He smiled to you.

“Yes, I would love to.”

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strawnarrries · 5 years

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Back To You

Summary: After years of being broken up, you and Niall are both seniors in college and want to see if you can work things out again.

Requested: yesss

POV: 2nd

Warning(s): very smutty!

Niall has always been the cocky, dominant type of guy. All throughout high school, he would always be very protective and very dominant over you. He never liked when you talked to boys, or texted any of your guy friends. If there was any boy that talked to you or even looked in your direction for more than a second, he’d scoot closer to you or put an arm on the back of your chair, letting everyone know you where his. He was always in control of you; he always had to confirm your outfits and where you’re going. But you loved him and didn’t know any better. Throughout your entire relationship, people always told you how he didn't deserve you and how you needed a man who treats you like a princess. They said you needed someone who doesn’t treat you like their pet but you were so smitten with him, you thought he treated you well, so you always shook it off and put it aside. Then college came and it got worse. You met a lot of new people and Niall was overly protective and that’s when you started to realize, everyone was right.

It hurt. He wouldn’t allow to you do the things you wanted to do or go to parties you wanted to go to. He held you back from a lot of the college fun that you could’ve had and you were sick of it. You dated for about 4 years before you had to draw the line. It hurt so bad but you knew you deserved better than what you were getting.

*** Flashback ***

"'m just not happy anymore, Niall."

Tears fell from both of your eyes as you sat next to each other on his dorm bed.

"I can change." he begged, trying to take hold of your hands that sat in your lap before you groaned, standing up from the bed and taking a couple of steps before turning around to look at him.

"Niall, I talk to ya 'bout this all the time an' ya say dat every time an' nothing changes."

“(Y/N), please. ‘m only like this ‘cause I love ya and I don’t want anyone gettin’ all up on me girl.” he explained, following your steps and standing up to come face to face with you.

“It feels like ya don’t trust me.” you sniffed.

A new batch of tears formed in his eyes as he nervously ran his fingers through his now messy hair, “(Y/N), ‘course I trust ya. I just don’t trust other people.”

“Oh my god, Niall, ya sound like my mother. ’m almost 19 years old. I can take care of myself.”

“Well I kno-“ he began before you cut him off.

"No, you’re with me 24/7. I wanna be able t' go out an' get drinks with the girls an' go t' parties with them but ya won’t let me go anywhere without you." you announced, beginning to get angry and ranting.

"C'mon, (Y/N), we've talked about dis." he sighed.

"We've talked about all of it and nothin' changed, 'm just sick of it."

"We’ve been t’ those parties and there are drunk guys everywhere grindin’ up on every girl in da house, I don’t want that happenin' t’ ya." he defended.

"Ok, put yourself in my position. How would ya feel if your girlfriend wouldn’t let you go anywhere without her, always had to approve what you wore, and never let you have any fun?” you asked.

“I let ya have fun!”

“Ok who cares! How would ya feel? I’d suck wouldn’t it?”

"I wouldn't mind! It would show me that she loves me an' only wants me."

"Okay, but I don’t see it like that and neither does anybody else! It bothers me. I don't wanna be wit' someone who controls me like they’re my parent. And jus' everythin'.. it's - it's too much and it hurts 'cause I love ya so fucking much you have no idea, but it's -"

"Then why are ya leavin' me?" he cut you off, his voice shaky.

"Because Niall! I'm jus' - 'm tired of havin' to deal with all the shit 'm getting. I need a break." you answered, rubbing your tear stained face.

There was an awkward couple seconds of silence before you spoke up, just ready to end the conversation and leave, "I just can't do it anymore." you lowered your voice, "'s too much. I need t' focus on school and my family and myself."

"(Y/N), please. Please don't do dis." he begged.

"Niall, 'm sorry."

And that was the end of your story. Or so you thought.

*** End of Flashback ***

Niall had been trying to get you to go on a date with him for quite some time now, but you never budged. He claimed to have changed but you didn't want to get hurt again. You were on your way to the car after lunch with a bunch of friends when you heard Niall's voice call your name from behind you.

"Hey, what'rya doin' dis weekend?" he asked.

You stopped in your tracks and let out a soft breath, "Oh my god," you muttered to yourself, trying to figure out a way to say your next sentence in the nicest way possible, "Niall, please stop askin', answer's always gonna be no."

“Ah, (Y/N), c'mon. We’ll have a good time!” he stated.

"Why'dya wanna go out with me so much?"

"'cause I like ya. Yer fun." he started.

You didn't say anything because you felt like there was a deeper reason as to why he wanted to go out with just you two. He sighed and shook his head, looking down at his feet, "I’ve tried to move on, I really have. It fuckin’ sucks because every time I go on a date or whatever all I think about is you.”

Ah, so he likes you again. Great.

"It's been like 4 years." you were puzzled; you didn't know why he was still hooked on you.

“I know, I know, but we’re good friends again and I just wanna see where we can go.”

"Niall, we're at a good place right now. Why do ya wanna ruin that." you asked.

He hesitated to say the next words, but eventually murmured, "'cause 'm still in love wit' ya."

You didn't know what to say. The next few silent seconds that passed felt like seven years. You licked your dry lips, picked at your nail polish, cracked your knuckles, everything trying to settle your nerves.

"I dunno, I guess ever since we started gettin' close again, I started t' fall fer ya again." he admitted, licking his lips.

"Oh," you answered, biting back your lip as you felt a small smirk creep onto your lips.

You had moved on a while ago but the thought of him still chasing after you after four years had you feeling giddy. No guy has ever nor will ever make you feel like Niall makes you feel. Even though you don't have feelings for him anymore, he still had that effect on you.

“I’ve changed, I really have. After everythin’ that happened between us, it made me realize how awfully I treated ya and how I wanna be better fer ya.”

“I dunno,” you hummed, biting your lip nervously.

"(Y/N), jus' one date." he begged, "Please." You couldn't help the huge smile that began to erupt on your face before you finally caved in, "Okay, fine! One date."

"Yes!" he cheered audibly, pumping his fists in the air.

You giggled and rolled your eyes playfully, looking down and picking at your nail polish nervously. Immediately, you regretted giving in. You didn't know how to feel. Are you excited? Are you scared? You loved him. You still love him. That love for him will never go away, it was just a different kind of love now. But you didn't want to end up getting hurt again and you were afraid that might happen.

"Wednesday?" he asked with a bright smile.

"Sure." you answered with a soft smile on your pink lips.

"6 o'clock sound good?"

"You've got dis all planned out, dontcha?" you teased.

"Yeah," he nodded, an adorable smile on his lips.

"Yes, 6 is good." you answered.

"I'll pick ya up."

"Okay." you smiled.

He practically danced to his car. He was pretty damn cute. You shook your head playfully as you walked to your car. You couldn't lie. You were a bit nervous about this whole situation. What if you fall for him and then hurt again? But then again, what if it does work out and he really did change? You were torn. Your thoughts slowed down when you told yourself, "It's one date. It doesn't mean you're getting married."

***

The night had come. You got all dolled up, curled your long hair, done a full face of makeup, had on a black mini dress and planned to wear matching heels. You had put on some jewelry and felt beautiful. You were beautiful. You had put on a baby pink lingerie under your dress, not that you were expecting something to happen or anything. The butterflies started to erupt in your stomach when you got a text from Niall saying he was ten minutes away. After taking one last look at yourself in the mirror, you walked downstairs and began gathering your things in your grey purse.

Right as you tossed your phone in your bag, you heard the doorbell ring. A small smile erupting on your face, you giddily walked over to the door, unlocking it and opening it to reveal Niall's beautiful, smiley face. His hair was perfectly done, a white, button-up shirt fitting perfectly on his chest, the first couple buttons unbuttoned to show off his fluffy chest hair, black khakis and dress shoes adorning his lower body. He was showing off his pearly whites to you as he grinned, "Hey."

"Hi, come in." you grinned.

He walked in and you closed the door behind him.

"'m almost done, then we can go," you giggled softly.

As you walked into the mudroom, you overheard your housemates, Molly and Bridget, greet Niall before they all had a small conversation. As you slipped on your heels, all you could think about was him and if you all were actually going to work out again. You were nervous. It was weird. It was just Niall, right? The boy you've known for about 6 years and dated for 4? You don't know; it felt like the first time again. You liked it though. It was like a new start for you all.

Your heels clicked against the hardwood floor as you walked into the living room again. You said your goodbyes to the girls before exiting the house. Niall leads you to his black range rover and opened the passenger door for you. Your heart swelled as your lips curled into a smile. You thanked him as you got in the car. He smiled back and shut the door behind you before hopping into the driver's seat. After backing out of your driveway, you all were finally on the road. You were both silent; the only noise filling the car was the soft sound of the radio playing. "Ya gonna tell me where we're goin' now?" you grinned at him.

"Nope." he replied, popping the p, "But I know yer gonna like it."

"Ya act like you've known me fer years," you teased.

"Hmm, maybe I have."

You carried on with small talk, catching up on everything that's happened to each other over the past couple of years. The drive wasn't very far from your place, only about 15 minutes. As you got closer and closer to your destination, you recognized exactly where you were; a place you all used to come all of the time. He pulled into your favorite restaurant, parking the car in the closest spot he could find. Niall and you had only come here a couple of times when you were younger. It was your favorite restaurant in the entire world, but it was so expensive. As young, dumb, broke high-school kids (hehe), you couldn't afford to come here all of the time so it was a very special occasion if you ever went. A smile grew on your face, "You remembered."

"'course I did." he smiled at you.

As you both got out of the car, you headed inside and walked up to the counter.

"Hi, how many?" The nice lady asked.

"Hi, we have reservations fer two." Niall replied.

"Okay, under what name?"

"Niall."

Typing on her keypad, she hummed, "Okay, I gotcha checked in. We'll let ya know when yer table's ready."

"Thank ya." Niall smiled before you both sat at the waiting booth.

Not even 10 minutes later, his name was called and you were headed towards your table. As you sat down at a booth across from each other, the lady placed menus in front of you, smiling, "Yer waiter will be with you shortly." you hummed a 'thank you' to her before she walked off.

The rest of the night went smoothly, dinner was delicious, you and Niall caught up with each other, everything was perfect. He even paid for your expensive meal. At the end of the night, you both left the restaurant with full tummies. You both got into his car and buckled up, preparing to go home.

"Wanna go back t' me place. None o' da boys should be home." he asked. You giggled girlishly, "Sure."

"Wha's dat giggle fer?" he teased.

"Nothin'," you grinned at him.

He chuckled slightly and started his car before beginning the journey back to his house that was hopefully housemate free at the time. Once you got to his shared house, he parked the car in the driveway and you both got out, walking up to the front door. Unlocking the door with his house key, he opened it and allowed you to walk in first.

The smell of a clean house filled your nostrils as you admired the new sight. The stairs at the right were perfectly vacuumed, the living room straight head was beautifully designed and decorated, the house was gorgeous. Niall and his roommates had been saving up for a house like this for years. It was the perfect size for 3 boys and were gorgeous on the inside.

"Ooh, this's nice." you smiled as you carefully set down your purse on the hardwood floor.

"Oh, dat's right, ya haven't seen it yet," he realized.

He had just moved into a 3-bedroom, 2-bathroom house with a couple of his friends recently. You and Niall only talked when you all were out with your friends or in class but you weren't best friends, so of course you haven't seen the house yet.

"'s super pretty."

"Thanks," he giggled, slipping off his dress shoes and tossing them by the stairs for him to pick up later, "Work my ass off cleanin' it all da time. Noah's the messiest person I've ever met. Ya should see his room, 's awful."

Niall had severe OCD and didn't handle messes too well. That was the one big thing you all used to argue about all the time because you're not the cleanest, most organized person in the world and that always used to bother Niall.

You giggled softly. Reaching down, you began to unbuckle your own shoes, before he stopped you, "Come t' da couch. I'll help ya."

He guided you to the grey couch in the middle of the living room, allowing you to sit down comfortably before he squatted down in front of you. He grabbed onto your foot and placed it on his knee, unbuckling the buckle on your heel and slipping them off your foot and placing it on the ground next to him. A red mark where the buckle was, appeared on your skin.

"Ooh, does dat hurt?" he muttered, running his fingers over it before beginning on the other shoe.

"Kinda, they're really tight. They're Molly's and her feet are fuckin' tiny." you explained, "Feels good t' be off me feet though."

He smiled softly, grabbing both shoes and set them by the door with my purse. He walked back over to me and took a seat next to me on the couch. He grabbed the tv remote and you both decided on what show to put on. Once decided, you snuggled into him. Curling into a ball, you placed your head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close as you both watched your show.

Tonight had been so wonderful. It felt just like old times. It felt great. It definitely wasn't as awkward as you expected it to be. Niall made you feel so comfortable and not like you've been broken up for years. You were happy.

Not even halfway through the show, you felt Niall getting fidgety before soft kisses were placed on the top of your head before they began to trail down your face and across your jaw. You allowed it to happen, tilting your head to the side to give him more access to your neck. With a boost of confidence, he added pressure to his kisses and let his hand began to wander up to your thigh.

"Are you tryin' t' have sex with me?" you chuckled softly.

"Wouldja be upset if I was?" he cocked his eyebrow at you, a smirk placed on his pretty lips.

"Nope," you grinned, straddling his lap.

Your lips connected like magnets, moving in sync with each other. Your kisses started out sweet and slow, gradually speeding up and becoming more passionate. You felt your hips begin to mindlessly grind against his, him groaning against your lips, "God, I fuckin' missed this."

His hands slipped under your dress, roaming your back. The warmth from his palms sent shivers up your spine. With your lips moving against his, his tongue explored your mouth, exalting his dominance. You let your fingers thread through his soft, chocolate brown locks, massaging his scalp with your painted fingernails. His fingers gripped the hem of your dress, tugging it up your body. You raised your arms and let him slip your dress up and over your head. He tossed it to the side and his hands immediately cupped both of your breasts over the soft fabric of your baby pink bralette.

"Mm, wha's dis?" he licked his lips, eyeing the pink piece you had on, "Were ya hopin' some'tin would happen?"

"No," you lied, giggling.

"Liar," he growled playfully.

His beautiful face disappeared in your neck and his lips attached to the sensitive skin. His hands trailed around to your back and down to your bum. His hands were flat against your bum, squeezing it as his mouth worked against your neck. He was nipping and sucking and you could feel the blood rising.

"Mm mm, not there. Don't wanna haveta cover some'in up."

"Sorry," he mumbled.

He let his kisses trail lower, stopping at the swell of your left breast that was peeking out from your bralette. Repeating his actions from seconds earlier, he nipped and sucked deeply, making sure to leave a mark for later.

"As much as I love dis on ya, I want it gone," he hummed, slipping his fingers past the strap of your top, pulling it and letting it slap back down on your shoulder.

You smiled and began to take off your bralette, pulling it over your head, letting your breasts fall into place. He watched your every move, blue eyes covered in lust and his mouth watering as he admired you. You tossed your bra onto the ground, giggling as you saw his googly eyes over you. He licked his lips once more, a smile erupting on his lips as he shook his head and looked up at you.

"Almos' forgot how pretty ya are." he grinned.

You rolled your eyes teasingly while you felt his lips attach to your neck again. He moved his lips lower, taking your nipple past his pink lips. A moan of satisfaction fell from your lips, your head falling back. He looked up at you through his lashes, watching you react to his tongue swirling around your sensitive bud. Your fingers continued to massage his scalp as he moved to the other breast, giving it the same amount of attention.

Coming off of your nipple with a soft pop, he looked up at you and your eyes locked. A smile spread on both of your lips before they connected, moving in sync. He mumbled against them, "Le's go upstairs,"

"Okay," you smiled, climbing off of him.

He stood up and grabbed your hand, leading you upstairs to his bedroom. Once you got to his room, he let you walk in first before closing the door behind him. Instantly, your lips connected and his hands cupped your cheeks. Your fingers found their way to his white dress shirt, fumbling blindly with the buttons. He pulled away from your lips and replaced your fingers with his, quickly unbuttoning all the buttons on his shirt. You watched his every move with adoration, waiting patiently for him to take off his shirt. He finished the last button before pulling the shirt off his toned chest, dropping it to the floor at your feet.

You hummed softly, a smile on your lips as you leaned in and attached your lips to him, leaving sweet kisses to his skin. He cupped your head again, urging you to look up at him. He pressed his lips to yours, tongue exploring your mouth. You pulled him closer to you, canceling out any space that was between you. His hands trailed down to your bum, squeezing it tightly. You ground your hips against him, feeling his bulge against your now soaked panties. A soft whimper fell from your lips as you let your head fall back slightly. His lips grazed your earlobe, nipping at it before whispering, "Get on yer knees. Wanna feel those sexy lips o' yers against me cock."

His warm breath fanning across your skin sent shivers up your spine as you pressed your lips to his neck, trailing them down his chest as you got on your knees in front of him. Your fingers fumbled with the buttons on his pants. Once you got past the border of the buttons, you decided to tease him a little bit. You leaned in and gently took the metal zipper past your top and bottom teeth, slowly pulling it down. You looked up at him through your mascara covered lashes, watching as he tensed up and his head fall back.

"C'mon, don't be a fuckin' tease," he groaned.

You chuckled softly to yourself, feeling his thick fingers thread through your curled hair, tugging at it. You slipped your fingertips past the band of his pants, pulling them down his thighs, letting them pool at his adorable, wonky feet. You came face to face with his black, Calvin Klein boxer briefs; his bulge causing your mouth to water. Placing both hands on either side of his hips, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his bulge, leaving lingering kisses and soft licks. You skimmed your teeth across him, causing his hips to slightly buck up.

You decided not to tease him too much, knowing what would happen if you did. Pulling his briefs down his thighs, they pooled at his feet with his pants before he stepped out of both of them and kicked them to the side. His rock hard member was revealed to the cool air and it sent chills up his spine. You wrapped your palm around his shaft and began pumping. You leaned in and took his swollen red, oozing with precum tip past your plump lips. You licked him clean, swirling your tongue around him and sucking gently.

You looked up at him through your lashes for assurance. His lips were parted, soft puffs of breath exiting as he watched you. He nodded, silently telling you to keep going. You smiled gently and took him deeper, bobbing your head and pumping what you couldn't fit into your mouth.

"Jesus Christ," he groaned, running his thick fingers through his soft, brunette hair.

You pushed him up against your cheek, moaning against him. The vibrations from your voice sent visible chills up his spine. You licked him like he was a melting popsicle, suckling at his tip to taste all of his flavors. His fingers threaded through your long, soft hair, tugging at it. Moans occasionally fell from his pink lips whenever you did something he particularly loved. The sexy sounds he made had your tummy in knots and your panties dampening.

As your jaw began to get sore, you decided to give it a little break. You came off of him with a soft pop and moved a bit lower. Kitten licking at his balls, you looked up at him for any sign of uncomfortableness, knowing that they can be pretty sensitive. Seeing nothing but bliss in his face, you continued. You pressed soft kisses to him, cupping the other ball with your hand, massaging it gently. He gathered all of your hair in his two hands, holding it up into a ponytail and twisting the soft strands. Your tongue swirled around him, pressing soft kisses to his delicate skin before doing the same to the other ball.

Licking up his shaft, you took him in your mouth again. Bobbing your head, you sucked softly. Looking up at his contorted face, the sight of him had butterflies fluttering away in your tummy. His eyes locked with yours, the eye-contact making everything 100x sexier and more intimate. His blue eyes were covered with lust, sweat beading on his forehead, his eyebrows furrowed together and his lips were parted, heavy breaths and soft groans escaping from his throat. His chest rose up and down, the curly patch of hair on his littered in the middle of his torso matted down with sweat. He was gorgeous; perfection in your eyes

With his fingers were still tightly threaded through your locks, he stopped your head from moving and began thrusting his hips back and forth. The tip of his member hit the back of your throat with every movement once he found a steady pace. Your throat closed on him as you gagged and your eyes pooled with water. The loud groans that left his lips made this painful experience all the worth it. You loved knowing that you could make him feel good. You loved knowing that your mouth was the mouth making the pornographic moans fill the air.

"Ah, gonna cum," he grunted, his head falling back.

You felt him twitch in your throat and you pulled away from him, wrapping your palm around him, you pumped him quickly, leading him to his orgasm. Aiming him at your mouth, you stuck out your tongue and waited for him to let go. Not even seconds later, moans and groans spilled from his mouth as his warm release came out in spurts on your tongue. His muscles were tense as he squeezed a fistful of your locks. You slowed your pumps around his member, easing him through his powerful orgasm. He began to come back down from the clouds, his moans replaced with heavy breaths. You closed your mouth and swallowed every last drop of him.

"Holy moly," he smiled, breathing heavily in his afterglow.

You giggled softly, letting go of his now soft member and standing up to come face to face with him. He cupped your face and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. You let him taste himself on your tongue, humming as your lips moved in sync. Pulling away from you, he whispered, "Ya okay?"

You nodded, a soft smile on your lips. He pressed his lips to your jaw, bending down slightly and wrapping his hands around the back of your thighs, "Up."

Obeying his words, you jumped up onto his waist, wrapping your arms around his sticky with sweat neck. He walked towards the end of his double sized bed, standing up in his knees and dropping you gently onto his unmade but soft bed. Scooting back, you got comfortable and rested your head on his pillow before he hovered over you, attacking your neck with his mouth. Your heart was raising in your chest as he trailed his kisses father down, not leaving an inch of your torso untouched by his lips or his hands.

He situated himself comfortably between your legs, looking up at you through his long lashes. He dipped his head down and trailed his tongue along the line of your panties. His warm tongue sent shivers throughout your entire body and caused a fire to ignite in your abdomen.

"Ya soaked through yer knickers, darlin'." he grinned up at you, "Who made ya dis wet?"

"You." you whimpered softly, just wanting him to touch you in some way or another.

"Hmm?" he hummed, and you knew he knew exactly what you said.

"You did, Niall."

"Damn right, I did."

Using his teeth, he bit onto the hem of your panties, pulling them up before letting them go, allowing them to smack back against your skin. Looking up at you with a cheesy grin, you giggled. He slipped his fingers past the elastic band of your panties, humming, "Hips up."

You obeyed and lifted your hips, allowing him to pull your bottoms down your shaved legs and past your bare feet. He tossed them to the side and you were now completely exposed to him for the first time in who knows how many years. You were a little shy, you had to admit, but you weren't going to show it.

"Christ, look at ya," he breathed out, trailing his index finger around your pink core, skipping over your sensitive spots, "S'pretty."

Pressing his index and middle finger on your throbbing clit, he rubbed it in soft circles before moving south and slipping them through your wet folds. After spreading your wetness, he placed his fingers on your clit again, rubbing it back and forth with pressure. A soft moan fell from your pretty, pink lips from the relief of tension. Moving his two fingers down to your entrance, he slipped them in and found a steady pace. Curling them up, he hit your special spot and your back arched with pleasure.

"Mm, needa taste ya," he muttered mostly to himself.

With his right hand flat against the inside of your thigh, he used his left hand to spread you apart, making it easier to taste you. Without hesitation, he went straight in, licking up your wetness and suckling your clit in his mouth. He flicked his tongue back and forth across your sensitive bud all while suckling. The knot in the pit of your stomach immediately started to tighten. Your breathing increased and your body heat increased. The only sounds that filled the room were your breathing and the pornographic sounds of him eating you like he hadn't eaten for days.

Coming off of you with a soft pop, you whimpered at the lack of him.

"Hang on, lemme get some'in," he hummed, climbing off of you.

"Get what?" you asked.

He didn't reply, only disappearing into his closet. Not even minutes later, he returned with two neckties in his hand and you knew exactly what he was going to do. One of the ties was plain black, while the other one was navy with small, pink polka dots on it. He looked at you with piercing, blue eyes, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You giggled softly, watching him climb on top of you.

"Arms up." he ordered.

"Same ol' Niall." you smiled up at him through your lashes, lifting up your right hand and allowing him to tie you to the bedpost.

"In da bedroom? Hell yeah, baby. Yer all mine t'night."

He made sure the knot was tight, but not too tight that it's painful and loose but not so loose that you can move your arms around.

"Too tight?" he asked.

You replied with a soft no before he moved onto the other hand, doing the exact same. When he was done, he leaned back and admired you, "Look at ya. Look fuckin' sexy like dat."

A small smile erupted on your lips, he leaned down and attached his lips to yours before trailing them down your body, going back to his comfortable spot between your legs. He lifted your legs and hooked them around his neck, licking his lips as he stared at your core, pondering where to start first. He licked up your soaked slit, suckling your clit past his lips. Flicking his tongue back and forth against it, you felt the rope in your tummy tighten as you orgasm began to rise.

"Ya like dat, dontcha?" he smirked up at you.

"Mm, yeah," you moaned, nodding your head, "Feels so good. I missed your tongue."

"Mmm, betcha did." he mumbled against your center, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your glowing body.

He changed up the shape of his tongue, never doing the same thing and always keeping you on edge. His tongue was magical, feeling like silk and always giving you endless amounts of pleasure. Your body squirmed and jolted whenever he did something you particularly loved. You couldn’t stop yourself from bucking your hips up or arching your back. You desperately wanted to grab onto his hair and tug at it, but the restraints declined you from that.

"Stay down," he hummed, looking up at you. His lust-filled eyes pierced into yours as you let out a breath and relaxed your body, your fingernails digging into your palms.

Your legs quivered around him and your toes curled. Your face was contorted with pleasure and loud moans fell from your pink lips. You were getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Taste so good,” he murmured and you could see his lips, glistening with your arousal, curl up into a smug smirk.

Moving south, he circled your entrance with the tip of his tongue. Slipping it inside, you gasped softly, feeling his tongue circle your walls. Thrusting his tongue in and out, you had high-pitched, pornographic moans spilling from your lips and your back arching off of the bed. The tip of his nose rubbed against your clit, egging you onto your orgasm. Your hips wriggled around under him, unable to stay still. You felt the restraints tugging on your wrists as you squirmed. You bucked your hips up, trying to get something more from him, feeling desperate for a release.

"Stay still or I won't let ya cum." he threatened.

You whimpered audibly, squeezing your eyes shut and rolling your head back against the pillow. You relaxed your body again, struggling to not at least buck your hips up. He replaced his tongue with his two longest fingers, thrusting them in and out of you, curling them up and rubbing them against your good spot. Your muscles clenched and you tried your best not to squirm around too much, but it was so hard because he was so good.

Adding a third finger to the mix, a yelp fell from your lips and your back arched slightly. He watched you with a smirk on his pink lips, enjoying the sight he was seeing. He picked up the pace of his fingers, his knuckles hitting your entrance with every thrust of his fingers inside of you. You moaned loudly, tugging on the restraints and silently begging him to give you a release by bucking your hips up once again.

He pulled his fingers out of you and wrapped his arms around your waist, doing his best to keep you still. He sucked harshly on your sensitive bud, looking up at you through his lashes and watching as you came undone above him. His growing scruff scratched at your inner thighs, adding the perfect amount of pain to the pleasure you were receiving, bringing you even closer to the edge. Your legs tightened around his head and your breath hitched in your throat, "'m gonna cum."

Right as those words left your lips, he came off of you and sat up on his knees. You whined audibly as your orgasm immediately started to fall back down, "Niall."

"'s hard, darlin'. It hurts." he smirked smugly, lining himself up with your entrance, "Needa fuck ya."

"Untie me at least?" you whimpered, pulling on the restraints.

"Where're those manners, love?"

"Can you please untie me?"

He grinned as he sat up and fumbled with the ties around your wrists, untying them and tossing them to the ground next to the bed. You let your arms float back down, your fingers rubbing at your eyes real quick as he hovered back over you.

"Do we need a condom?" he asked.

"Yeah," you nodded.

While you were dating, you took the pill every day so you never used condoms. But since you all were broken up, you stopped taking the pill because you weren't regularly intimate anymore. He whimpered softly, a hint of uneasiness in his eyes as he searched through his bedside table and found no condoms.

"I'll be right back." he muttered, rushing out of the room.

You laid there patiently, waiting for him to arrive with a condom in hand. Luckily, only a couple minutes later, he did. Walking in with a smile on his face, he muttered, "Had t' steal one o' Conor's."

You smiled at him and he climbed on the bed again, standing on his knees as he carefully opened the small, square package. Tossing the wrapper onto the floor, he carefully rolled the condom onto his hard length. He placed both hands on both of your knees, humming, "Ya ready?"

You nodded and with his left hand, he reached down and grabbed onto his length, pumping it a couple of times before lining it up with your dripping entrance. Sliding into you, soft, identical sighs fell from both of your lips. He pushed his full length into you, staying still for a second. You closed your eyes and you both sentimentally took everything in. Moving in and out of you, he found a steady pace before gently dropping his body over yours. Using both hands to support his body above yours, he hid his face into your sticky neck.

"Jesus Christ, yer tight." he grunted.

You could feel his thick veins against your wet walls and the tip of his member hitting your good spot with every thrust.

"Haven't been fucked properly in a while, have ya?" he lifted his head to smirk at you.

You replied with a moan, gently digging your fingernails into his shoulder blades.

"Gonna change dat t'night though right?" he grunted smugly.

"Uh huh," you moaned, nodding your head.

His mouth attached to your neck, kissing and licking every inch of skin he could reach. His warm breath fanned across your shoulder with every deep exhale. He was giving every ounce of him he had and it felt absolutely incredible. After so many years you forgot how good he was in bed. He always knew how to make you feel good and he never failed at it.

"Turn over, I'll let ya top."

You obeyed his rules and rolled over, straddling his thighs. You wrapped your palm around his throbbing member and pumped it a few times before lifting yourself on your knees and sinking down onto him. Starting out slowly, you ground your hips against his, gradually speeding up. He placed his hands on your hips, helping you keep a steady rhythm and making sure that you knew that even though you were on top, he was still in control.

You leaned down and dug your face into his sticky neck, squeezing your eyes shut. The tight knot in your stomach began to build as you chased down your orgasm. He lifted his hips up with every thrust of your hips, your hips meeting with a smack. He was so deep inside of you, he felt so good and you made sure to tell him. He responded with a low moan, tugging gently on your locks that were sprawled against his chest.

Sitting up, you flipped your hair out of your face, beginning to bounce on him. He reached up, grabbing onto both of your breasts and squeezing them harshly. He ran his thumb over your nipples, feeling them harden under his touch. Your back slightly arched into him, your head falling back with pleasure. He sent you into pure ecstasy.

You leaned down again, pressing both hands on the bed on either side of his head, supporting your body to hover over him. Your squeezed your walls around him as you circled your hips. With his hands against your hips, his fingertips dug harshly into your skin. You leaned down and attached your lips to his. Once your lips connected with his, he plunged his tongue into your mouth, his lips moving in sync with yours.

"Turn around," his voice was deep and raspy, sending shivers up your spine as you immediately switched spots with him so that you were on the bottom again.

“Gimme yer leg.” he ordered.

You lifted up your leg slightly and he grabbed onto your calf, lifting it up to rest of his shoulder. Thrusting into you again, you both let out a soft noise of pleasure. This position gave you both a deeper penetration and a more heavenly feeling. Your eyes locked and you could see the dark layer of lust covering his gorgeous blues. His face was contorted with pleasure, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips parted.

You dug your heels into his lower back, pushing him deeper into you. His hips slapped loudly against yours, the bed squeaking slightly under you. The moans that fell from both of your lips collided and echoed throughout the room. Sweat was beading across your bodies and your hearts were beating out of your chests. Your muscles were clenching around his thick member, your breath hitching in your throat. Your orgasm was just around the corner.

"Gonna cum fer me?" he grunted out, "Go on, love. Cum fer me. Cum all over me cock. Wanna feel ya."

Those words were all that you needed before you felt yourself spilling over the edge, chanting, "Oh fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck," as your orgasm rolled over your entire body.

Your whole body was trembling, shaking as it was numbed with pleasure. Your knuckles were white with how hard your grip was on the sheets you laid on, your toes curling against the soft skin of his love handles. You saw stars behind your closed eyelids, feeling as if you had died and gone to heaven. Only seconds after your release, you felt him twitch inside of you before his warm release filled the condom. Both of your moans collided and could be heard throughout the entire house. As you both began to fall back down from the clouds, your moans were replaced with heavy breaths.

"Fuck, didn't know how much I needed dat," he breathed out, turning over and pulling you into his big arms, "Oh, (Y/N). I missed you."

A smile erupted on your lips, "I missed you too."

He pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead, muttering, "Can I take ya out again dis Saturday? Have our second date?"

Maybe this was going to work out after all.

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Mine - Stiles Stilinski

A/N: Hello everyone! I cannot begin to tell you guys how excited I am about posting this!!!! I’ve spent so long working on this imagine and I honestly am pretty proud of how it turned out, I really hope you’ll enjoy it. This was written for @dylanobemineforever ‘s writing challenge (thank you for organising this, I had so much fun writing this imagine). The rule was to write whatever we wanted about any one of DOB’s characters but it had to be based off a song (from a given list). This imagine was based off the song Mine by Bazzi (lyrics are hereeeee)

I’d also like to thank @susybird for proofreading this pic for me, you are an absolute angel and your reactions to it were incredibly sweet! A inappropriate amount of wet sloppy kisses (on the cheek lmao) to @itsbilescallmebiles, thank you Weird Al for encouraging me and making me smile like an idiot during the whole process of creating this. @hellogoodbyebitch, I could not have written this without you!!! You were an absolute sweetheart and you made me feel much more confident about my work every single time I was unsure. You guys are the best <3

Check out my Masterlist for more content! Part 2 Coming Soon!!!

Summary: What was supposed to be a joyous night celebrating the engagement of Y/N Y/L/N and Alec Meyers turns into a whirlwind of unexpected events which begs the question, how did we get here?

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, and that’s about it?

Word Count: 11K

Enjoyyy :)) Tell me what you think plssss

How did we get here?

“It was back in 2016. We were both in college and I was living in dorm C which was just across dorm D, where Y/N was living with her roommate Malia.”

Everyone in the room was listening to Alec’s speech. His navy blue suit fit him like a glove and his tie had been perfectly knotted, most probably by Y/N, who somehow had always mastered the delicate art of male accessorising. She was standing next to him in a knee-length dark purple dress and holding a generously filled champagne glass. Her delicate fingers held the crystal object with grace as the solid rock on her ring finger glistened brightly, and her eyes were focused on Alec’s handsome face as she breathed in his words.

“The dorm laundry room was in a small hall that connected the two dorms and because my close friend and roommate Ben was constantly in the company of,-” he cleared his throat and smiled sheepishly,-“young girls, I would usually go sit in said hall and study there. Then one day, I was working on a research paper and I was hungry. So I got up and walked up to the vending machine across from me and I bought myself a pack of Skittles. Now, let me remind you guys, I had just turned 21, I was in community college, I barely had enough money to buy pizza and a coke, so naturally, when I saw the price was 2 dollars and a quarter I wasn’t exactly thrilled. But I bought it anyway, cause I was hungry. I had three quarters left in my pocket and I went back to my seat on the floor, when the most beautiful girl in the world walked into the hall. And I swear,-” he laughed, shaking his head,-“my heart literally did a somersault in my chest! I was breathless!”

“Al,” Y/N whispered as she wrapped her arm around his waist and blushed deeply.

“And um…the pretty girl came up to me and then asked me something. Thing is I was so mesmerised by her that I had to ask her to repeat her question. And what was the question again?” Alec looked down at Y/N and grinned lovingly.

“I asked him if he had any money because I was three quarters short from finishing my last load of laundry,” Y/N answered as she smiled brightly.

“I immediately took out the coins from my pocket and without even talking, I placed them in her hand. And let me tell you, sparks flew! I mean seriously, fireworks!” Chuckles and “awwws” could be heard all around the room but the couple was too distracted by each other to notice. “She thanked me, went back to the laundry room and I went back to work. After about fifteen minutes, she came back and placed a small folded piece of paper on the floor in front of me, then, she winked and walked away. Obviously, I read the note and it turned out to be her number. I called her that very night and we went on our first date the next day. Seems like ages ago now doesn’t it?”

“It really does,” Y/N answered softly before burying her face in his chest. Everyone around them applauded loudly and Y/N turned to face the crowd, her gaze falling on a specific group of people very close to her heart.

Malia was wearing a sleeveless black dress that ended a few centimetres over her knees, her arm was wrapped lovingly around Scott’s as he grinned widely and clapped his hands together. Lydia was with Jordan, they were exchanging a light kiss and his arms were wrapped around her waist, his fingers tugging at the light pink fabric of her top and holding her close against his grey suit. On their right stood Y/N’s best friend. He was wearing a light blue shirt with a black blazer over it, but no tie, he hated ties. His hair was dishevelled, not being all that different from its usual spiky demeanour, and his amber eyes were gazing into hers. She smiled fondly at him and he smiled back, yet she couldn’t help but notice his eyes weren’t following suit. “Thank you all for being here, we hope you have a nice evening!” Y/N exclaimed as she seized her fiancé’s hand and dragged him away from the centre of the room. “I hate to leave you but I have to go mingle,” she told him before planting a kiss on his cheek and disappearing into the crowd. He grinned and went to say hello to his guests.

“You guys are just too cute Y/N,” said Lydia as the stunning brunette made her way over.

“I know right? God I love him…” Y/N smiled timidly as she sipped her champagne.

“You should! He’s petty hot in that suit…” added Malia, earning herself a couple of raised eyebrows, including from her boyfriend.

“Thank you, Malia, but I’m pretty sure you don’t wanna wake up Scott’s alpha side.” Y/N winked at her friend and Scott laughed. Stiles, however, stayed silent.

“Hey Stiles, come with me, I’m gonna get myself another drink okay?” He nodded and they both walked away from the group. A couple of people stopped Y/N from going any further in order to congratulate her on the engagement and she politely thanked them, not noticing Stiles’ incessant eye rolls. Finally, they had made their way to the liquor table on which dozens of different alcohols were being displayed.

“Are you okay? You seem a little…quiet, which isn’t a good look on you,” Y/N asked worriedly as she poured a little peach liquor in her glass.

“I’m fine,” Stiles stated calmly, his eyes staring at the bottom of his own.

“Are you sure?”

“He’s a romantic that one,” Stiles pointed out as he looked over the crowd to see Alec’s face. Y/N’s eyes turned in the same direction as his and she smiled as she shifted her weight.

-“Yeah, he is.”

-“Little over the top don’t you think?”

-“What do you mean?”

-“Well I mean, come on. ‘Fireworks?’ Could he be any more cliche?”

“Stiles it was super sweet.” Y/N laughed as she sipped at her peach vodka.

“Exactly, too sweet. So sweet it became gross.”

“I’m not sure how I’m supposed to react right now.” The brunette’s smile had disappeared. She frowned and stared at him.

“Are you sure he’s not gay?”

“What?” Y/N asked, obviously starting to get very annoyed by Stiles’ comments.

-“He’s way too sensitive to be into women.”

-“How much did you drink Stiles?”

-“A lot more than he has.”

-“And I’m supposed to be impressed?”

-“Why are you even marrying him? You’re legal you know, no need for a green card.”

“You’re an ass, Stiles.” Y/N walked away from him and walked back to the group, her nostrils flaring.

Stiles downed the rest of his drink and followed her.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” asked Lydia.

-“I don’t know.”

-“What do you mean?”

-“It’s Stiles, he’s acting really weird, and kind of insulting really.”

-“What did he say to you?”

“Um, guys?” Scott asked as he looked back at the centre of the room where the mic was being given to someone who had yet another strong drink in his hand.

-“He said Alec was gay and I know it’s stupid but I don’t know, he’s being weird and-”

-“-Guys.”

-“Why would he say that?”

-“I don’t know he ju-”

-“-Guys!”

“What?” Exclaimed the three girls as they turned to Scott.

“Stiles has the mic.”

“Oh god…” Y/N muttered as she realised that Stiles was in fact in the middle of the room and currently tapping the mic with his index.

“Testing. Testing.” The room started to quiet down and everyone turned to the drunk young man expectantly.

“Good evening everyone, my name is Stiles Stilinski anddddddd I know what you’re thinking, weird name rrrright? Yeah, I know, it’s weird, it’s not my actual name, but Alec, that’s a real name, that’s Alec’s real name anyways. Alec’s kind of weird too right? I mean seriously, try repeating Alec fifty times out loud and you’ll understand what I mean. Alec, Alec, Alec, Alec, Alec, Alec, Alec, Alec,…”

“I’m gonna go take the mic from him,” Scott said before walking up to his friend. But Stiles had seen him coming and put the mic out of arm’s reach.

“Okay fine I’ll stop repeating Alec, besides I don’t need to anymore, everyone understands now. Here’s what I want to say. I want to talk about Y/N because she’s the reason why everyone’s here tonight right? Y/NNNN. What to say about Y/N…” Stiles sighed loudly and walked a little further from Scott.

“Y/N and I met in high school! Yep. High School sweethearrrrrts if you will, although I guess not sweethearts cause well, we’re not dating, we didn’t date, never did. But we were close! Still are, right? Where is sssshe rrrright now? Oh, there you are! Hey Y/N!” Stiles pointed his finger at her and shouted out her name while she just stared at him, appalled by his slurred words and drunk behaviour. She wasn’t the only one. The entire room was looking at him, whispers were being exchanged between the different guests and pitiful eyes sent her glances every once in a while.

“She looks maaaaaad…I mean she has a right to be, I’m being an asssss right now! Why would she want an asshole when she has a sensitive, kind and perfect Ken Doll to keep her company, am I right?” His words, harsh as they were, didn’t phase Alec in the least and his soft eyes rested on Y/N’s stoic expression.

“Babe, do you want me to talk to him? I think he drank a little too much,” he whispered in her ear and she shook her head calmly.

“Scott’s dealing with it.”

“By the way Ken, you’re a really nice guy! Really romantic and sweet and you’re hot as hell I mean how the actual fffuck can someone like me compete with a blonde mmmale bimbo like youuu? Does that ever complicate stuffff? Being that hhhot? I mean it must right? People must think you’ve gotta be the dumbest person alive because of your hotness. I mean it’s practically a hate crime being that hot and being smart! You know most people would feel threatened by you, but me? Not me, I don’t feel threatened, at alllllllllllll. Like at all. Why would I be? You know? I’m happppy! I’m glad you’ve got that great lawyer gig thing, and I’m really happy your breath smells like mint, and I’m even happier you got the girlll of every guy’s dreams! I mean, woaaah!! It’s like you won the lottery with that one! In fact, I think-”

“-Shut up Stiles, stop it right now, I’m serious.” Scott grabbed Stiles by the arm and dragged him away from the crowd.

“Mic Drop!” Stiles exclaimed before throwing the mic up in the air, making it land right on the table on which the alcohol and champagne glasses were being kept. Guests exclaimed as the shattering glass fell on the floor of Alec and Y/N’s home. One of the caterer’s helpers quickly rushed to the scene and started to clear it up but it was an absolute mess.

“I can’t believe you, Stiles! What the hell is wrong with you?” Malia slapped Stiles so hard he swore every single guest had heard it. And just as if it couldn’t get any worse, Alec put his firm hand on his shoulder and opened his mouth to talk to him.

“Stiles, obviously, you’re not well. Why don’t I get you home so you can get some sleep?“

Stiles was about to answer something rude when Y/N shot him a glare.

“That’s okay Al, I’ve got it. Enjoy the rest of your night, guys!” Scott reassured them kindly as he started dragging Stiles towards the front door.

“No Scott, let me. I’ve got a couple things I wanna say to Stiles before he goes to bed,” Y/N said before squeezing her fiancé’s hand and leaving the house with her drunk friend.

Stiles’ apartment was a good 30 minutes away from where the engagement party was taking place, which made the car ride extremely awkward seeing as neither Stiles nor Y/N spoke a word. Stiles, who was sitting in the passenger’s seat, looked out the window and focused on the lights coming from the lampposts along the streets. The silence was excruciatingly tense and finally, the tie-less young man cleared his throat and looked back at his friend, only, she didn’t look back.

“Y/N, stop furrrrrowing your brow like that, or you’ll ave wrinkles fo life.”

“Fuck you, Stiles,” she snapped.

“Oh cm'on, was a joke,” he said, raising his voice. He seemed annoyed at her anger, which only worsened her mood.

“What the hell was that Stiles?”

“What was what?” Stiles rarely played dumb, but when he did, it riled her up.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Y/N pulled her eyes away from the road to look at him and her glistening eyes erased the smug look on his face instantly. Y/N was driving pretty fast, but somehow the sight of her breathtaking orbs across which danced the furtive city lights of LA seemed to slow down time, and it even seemed to sober him up a little. Realising he had probably been staring at her a little too long, he snapped out of his daze and looked away.

“Stiles?” she asked him, her voice a little softer than before.

“I’m sorry.”

Neither of them said anything for a while. Y/N focused on the road ahead, occasionally letting her eyes set themselves upon her high school friend whereas Stiles avoided her stares, his head turned in the opposite direction. Eventually, Y/N sighed and turned on the radio. The song Mine by Bazzi started to play and she let her head fall back against her headrest.

Yeah, I just had lil’ bit too much Hennessy

Just gotta tell you how I feel

You so fucking precious when you smile

Hit it from the back and drive me-

Y/N turned off the radio instantly, the beginning of the song felt much too familiar and it was making her uncomfortable. Silence was good enough, for now…

The car stopped in front of a large concrete apartment building about twenty minutes later and Y/N didn’t even help Stiles out of the car, which obviously annoyed the crap out of him. She did wait for him though, and five minutes later, they were about to enter Stiles’ apartment, 3B. The drunk young man struggled to put the key in the lock and Y/N grabbed it from him, opening the door herself. She didn’t want to wait for another half hour before getting home and Stiles was taking forever.

“Thanks,” he slurred.

In they went, and as soon as Y/N entered the apartment, an awful smell of smoke, alcohol and sweat filled her nostrils.

“Oh my god, Stiles, ever heard of windows?” she groaned rhetorically, quickly walking up to the large window above the couch on which she dropped her purse. She made sure she had opened it wide enough to make the air inside the living room breathable when she turned around and realised Stiles had disappeared. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. Stiles?” she called out before going into the small kitchen on her left. “Stiles? Stiles, I’m not in the mood for hide-and-seek so would you please ju-,” Y/N stopped talking when she heard an awful sound come from the bathroom.

The door was ajar and she could make out Stiles’ blazer on the tiled floor. She slowly walked into the dark bathroom, and her eyes rested upon Stiles in his sweaty light blue shirt, with both his legs lying on either side of the toilet and his head resting on the seat. He looked like a mess. “Stiles-…”, the second she opened her mouth, Stiles buried his face in the toilet again and the nauseating sounds she had heard before coming in resonated inside the porcelain bowl. Immediately, she bent down and placed herself on her knees right behind him in order to rub his back with her palm. She was angry with him, furious even, but he was her best friend, and even his drunk behaviour wasn’t enough for her to forget empathy. “It’s okay, let it out. Let it all out.” He groaned as she tried to soothe him with her soft voice. Finally, he rested his head on the seat again, the bile having completely left his body. They stayed that way for a while. Y/N kept rubbing circles with her hand, occasionally switching between left and right when one got tired and he made little moans every once in a while. Eventually, he started to shift and she helped him up, his knees had obviously been weakened by the amount of scotch he had consumed at the engagement party. Y/N filled up a glass with tap water and practically forced it down his throat, cleaning out the last of his vomit. “Are you okay?” she asked him calmly. He nodded and walked past her, banging his shoulder against the side of the door as he left the room, leaving her alone in the dark.

She followed him and that’s when she really noticed the mess Stiles was living in. Dirty dishes were left in various places in the living room, and empty beer cans and bottles were lying around everywhere. Old pizza boxes, some still containing a few slices were stacked up in the corner of the room and there were dirty clothes everywhere she looked. “Stiles, what the hell…” she muttered to herself. He had gone into the kitchen and while she expected him to come out with a sandwich in hand, he came out with a pack of beer. Her kind expression immediately turned to an angry glare and she blocked his way. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m going into my living room.” he tried to walk past her but she blocked him again and he started to get impatient. “Let me pass,” he said harshly.

“No. No, you are not ruining my evening by getting drunk and embarrassing my fiancé and then drinking yourself into a coma.”

“I made myself throw up Y/N, a lot of alcohol has left my body and I’d like to get some back in, I’m a grown ass man, and I’ll do as I please, so let me pass,” he said angrily as he pushed her aside, something she never thought he would do. Shocked by his actions, she turned around only to face his back and retaliated.

“A grown ass man? Really? Cause the crap you pulled at the party, that wasn’t exactly what I’d call mature Stiles.”

He didn’t even turn to look at her, he just sat himself down on his laundry covered couch and opened a can. “I can take care of myself Y/N, go away.”

Her eyes widened at his comment and she stomped towards him. “I can see that! Yeah, this place doesn’t look like a frat party tornadoed its way in here!” she exclaimed sarcastically and he avoided her eyes, staring into his can. “Give me that!” she finally yelled before swiftly taking his beer. He shot up instantly and grabbed her by the wrist.

“I’m sorry,” he said, letting her go immediately. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, falling back down on his couch. Her nostrils were flaring and she stared him down, her mouth slightly open, letting a thin line of air in and out. “I’m-”

-“-sorry, yeah you’ve said so.”

-“Y/N-”

-“Are you gonna talk?”

He looked up at her and that’s when she realised just how terrible he looked. His skin was pale and he had huge bags underneath his chocolaty eyes. They were reddened, which translated a lack of sleep. He was unshaved and his prickly stubble covered the beautiful constellation on the side of his face. His hair was unkempt, like it usually was, but it just added to the feel of brokenness Stiles was projecting onto her.

“I’m just tired.” his eyes stared down at the ground and he rubbed his hands together as though he was trying to keep warm.

“Obviously, but there’s something else, and I’m not gonna wait around all night for you to tell me what it is.” Again, Stiles looked up at her but didn’t say anything.

“Fine,” Y/N said, letting her arm slap against her waist before grabbing her purse and walking towards the doorway. She put her hand on the knob and started to turn it when she heard him speak. “You’re my best friend.” She stopped dead in her tracks, her heart thumped against her ribcage as she turned around.

“You have been since we were juniors. Do you remember how we met?”

She didn’t respond and he got up.

“We met at that party. Benjamin Wilson’s party. Everyone was there, even freshmen. You were wearing your dark blue flannel shirt with the black tank top you always wore. And you had those black jeans with the scissored cuts at the end. I remember that your hair was tied up in this messy bun and you weren’t wearing any makeup, you were just…you.”

Stiles was almost whispering as he started to walk towards her, very slowly, as though she were a kitten he was trying not to scare away.

“You were leaning against a wall and uh, you were watching people dance and drink. You had a beer can in hand but, it was unopened. And then they started a mosh pit and I tried to get away before getting caught up in the middle of it. That’s when some idiot decided to jump around outside of the mosh pit and pushed me against you-”

“And then your drink spilled all over me and I punched the guy who pushed you,” Y/N breathed out. He smiled softly and kept going, the distance between the two of them growing smaller.

“Yeah. I kept saying sorry but you just laughed and blamed it on the poor guy who had a nosebleed. We spent all night talking and making fun of the idiots who were getting drunk and making out. You gave me your number but I lost it.”

“And on Monday, I showed up at the high school as a transfer and you spent all day trying to convince me you hadn’t ghosted me on purpose.”

“Did it work? Did I convince you?” inquired Stiles, even though he already knew the answer. His face was dangerously close to hers and his alcohol-tainted breath fanned across her chin.

“Stiles…” she whispered, her eyes shut tight.

“Did I?”

“Stiles, you shouldn’t-”

“Y/N,” Stiles muttered. Y/N was about to do something stupid when suddenly she felt his hand on her left hip and she immediately opened her eyes and pushed him away, making her purse fall to the floor in the process.

“What are you doing Stiles?” she questioned almost accusingly. He looked confused and hurt when he suddenly started to unbutton his shirt.

“Are you serious? What the hell is wrong with you!” Y/N gasped as she covered her eyes.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, I’m just changing. Besides, you’ve already seen me shirtless before.”

“Right except you didn’t try to kiss me when I did,” she stated, uncovering her eyes.

“You think that was me trying to kiss you?” he asked, still shirtless.

She stared at his slightly toned stomach, and couldn’t help but gulp at the sight of his happy trail.

“Well, what were you doing if you weren’t trying to kiss me?”

“I…” he started, but quickly pulled a red sweater down his upper body and sat down on the armrest of his couch.

“You…?”

“Will you just drop it?” he asked roughly. She shut up and shifted her weight. Silence. Complete and utter silence, they were both looking into each other’s eyes but their stares were tense and cold. Finally, Y/N went into the kitchen, not seeing the puzzled look on Stiles’ face. He heard a lot of shuffling and pots and pans clashing before she finally came back into the room gripping a black trash bag with both hands. She bent down and started to throw the crumpled up cans into the bag. He got up and walked towards her but she turned around, pretending not to notice he was about to talk.

“Y/N what are you doing?” he sighed loudly as if her actions were exasperating. She ignored his question, deeming it stupid as he could clearly see that she was cleaning up his mess. One by one, the cans left the carpeted floor and Stiles just stood there, staring at his friend who had tied her hair up into in a messy bun.

“Y/N.” Again, she ignored him and got up, walking past him to start grabbing his dirty clothes. He watched her delicate fingers tightly hold the collar of his favorite flannel and his eyes welled up when he had a déjà vu. She was the same. She was just like she had been at that party seven years ago, with her hair untamed and a flannel on her body. The neon lights coming from the bar across the street, coloured her soft skin, it’s usual white tone replaced by a pattern of blue and red. She was simply breathtaking. That was all he could think about as she kept securing his shirts onto her outreached arm.

“Y/N.” he muttered to himself not expecting her to hear his hoarse voice.

“What?” she snapped, finally letting her eyes pierce through his.

“What are you doing?” he forced himself to ask aloud.

“What does it look like I’m doing,” she retorted angrily before pushing past him roughly. “I’m cleaning up your mess because as usual, you’re incapable of doing so yourself.” Her words hurt him more than he’d care to admit. She was never this angry, she was always understanding and kind. Never in a million years did he think Y/N of all people would speak so harshly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/N kept her lips sealed shut and this made the blood in his veins boil.

“Enough with the fucking silent treatment!” he shouted out angrily, the vein in his forehead pulsating furiously. She stopped dead in her tracks and his heart shattered when he realised that her gorgeous eyes were welling up.

“I’m s-” he tried to say as he stepped forward, but she didn’t let him finish. She walked up to him and before he knew it, a hot white feeling of pain flashed upon his cheek and he let out a yelp.

“What the hell was that for?” he exclaimed, immediately cupping his cheek with both his hands. She didn’t answer but instead, crashed her lips to his.

The sudden action made Stiles’ eyes widen instantly and his heartbeat sped up so much he thought his chest was going to burst. ‘What is happening right now?’ he asked himself as his lips chose to respond to Y/N’s actions. The kiss was so many things all at once.

It was honest. The way their lips fit together perfectly, as if their bodies were a puzzle and all they needed was to be connected in order to be complete, the way she tugged at his collar with both hands, desperately trying to hold on to him as if she were about to lose him at any minute, the way his heart called out her name with every beat in his chest, all of those things proving to one another that it was more than just a kiss.

It was passionate. Stiles brought his hands to her waist and pushed her against the wall, making his lamp fall to the floor in the process. He brought his right hand up to her face and slipped his fingers through her soft hair, lightly tugging at it as she pushed her body closer to him. His scruff felt deliciously rough against her smooth cheeks when the tip of his tongue grazed her lower lip and she granted him entry without hesitation, letting his muscle caress her own needily.

The kiss was angry. Y/N’s taste bud lit up instantly when she tasted the vile aftermath of smoking and drinking in his mouth and suddenly, she felt her heart beat faster than it had been, only she couldn’t tell if it was from her anger or the way Stiles was dragging his nails slowly against the back of her dress. She harshly bit his lower lip and he groaned as she drew a tiny drop of blood, but he didn’t care. She was there, doing things to him he had always dreamt of but never had the chance to experience. That’s when it happened. A distinctive sound buzzed through Y/N’s purse and their bodies shot apart, Y/N immediately wiping at her lips as she avoided Stiles’ eyes.

She hurried across the room and yanked her purse off the floor in order to get her phone out. First ring. Stiles leaned against his wall, his fingers drumming nervously against his thigh, a habit he had picked up at his FBI intern program. She looked dazzling with her red and swollen lips as she stared at her phone screen.

Second ring. He shifted his weight and furrowed his brow, why wasn’t she answering?

Third ring. Stiles’ jaw clenched as he starting to chew on his lower lip, the situation worsening his usual state of anxiety.

Fourth ring. ‘Y/N answer the damn phone,’ he told himself when he realised she wasn’t going to move.

Fifth ring. There was an awful pit in his stomach and his clammy hands shook with anticipation. She let the phone ring, her body not moving a muscle. That was it, it was over.

Y/N exhaled loudly, making Stiles realise she had probably held her breath the whole time, just like he had.

The silence was horrible. Neither of them had said anything in the past five minutes and Y/N was still standing next to the door, her back facing a terrified Stiles who was still furiously tapping his fingers on his leg. Suddenly, she slowly turned around and walked up to the couch, feeling the rough material against her skin as she seated herself on it. He was about to say something when he saw her bury her face in her palms and the strangled sob that escaped her throat made his heart shatter into a million pieces. He rushed to her side and seated himself on the coffee table in front of her, pushing her phone to the floor with his body without realising it and placing both of his hands on her bare knees, rubbing the smooth skin with his calloused fingers. Her large tears fell onto her flattering dress and his cognac eyes flooded with tears of his own at the sight of the broken woman he loved more than life itself.

“Y/N-” he murmured.

“-stop saying my name!” she spilled before pushing past him, bolting towards his bedroom, which she locked herself in without looking back. He had only caught a glimpse of her face when she left but it had been enough to notice her running mascara and humid eyes desperately trying to keep more salty water from crossing the border of her bottom eyelids.

How did we get here?

Quietly, Stiles brought himself in front of his bedroom door and sat down with his back against it. He leaned his head back on the firm wood separating him from his best friend. Breathing slowly, he opened his mouth and looked up as though she was standing above him.

“You’re my best friend,” he admitted. “You’re upset. I can’t not comfort you because you’re my best friend Y/N, please open the door.” She didn’t respond and the door didn’t move in the slightest. He rubbed the back of his neck trying to soothe his wrecked nerves.

“Look we don’t have to talk about this, ever. I promise, no one has to know. We-we won’t even talk about it to each other, I swear to God,” he assured trying to convince her to open the door.

“I promise, okay? It was just a spur of the moment thing, it won’t happen again, ever. It didn’t mean anything, we know that. Just please Y/N, open the door, let me in, come on.”

Still no answer.

“I-I… please, I beg of you just open the door. Come on, I don’t blame you for this, okay? Alec and the others, they don’t have to know, it was just an impulsive mistake that meant nothing, just please let me in Y/N, please,” he begged, this time, the tears rolling freely down his cheeks. His pleads were heart-wrenching, and Y/N couldn’t stand it any longer. Suddenly, the door flew open and Stiles fell back against the floor that, luckily, had been carpeted by the previous owners. This time, Y/N was standing above him and he blushed when he realised she could clearly see the humid mess that was his face. She ignored it and held out her hand, smiling softly when he took it. Once he had gotten up, she stared at him for a while and finally, spoke.

“Do you have any clean shirts left?”

It wasn’t the first time that Y/N had stayed this long in his home at night. They’d been best friends for seven years; their bond was so strong it was almost tangible. When they were still teenagers going on 18, Stiles and Y/N had a little tradition. Every Friday, instead of going to the god-awful parties their fellow High School students went to, they stayed in and watched a movie together. Sometimes the whole pack joined them, sometimes one member alone, but most of the time it had been just them. Only once Stiles had gone to D.C and Y/N had stayed in California to go to community college, movie night was cancelled repeatedly. Their respective schedules were completely different and they barely had the time to have a decent phone conversation. Still, they fought like hell to make their special Friday nights work by calling each other on Facetime every Friday and watching their movie together, even if they were 2,299 miles away from each other. Then she met Alec and it all changed. She started missing his calls and more and more Friday nights were cancelled because of dates and events like meeting the parents and such. Eventually, he just stopped calling at the end of the week, sending a simple text ever so often.

And then he graduated. He was done in DC and the FBI gave him a job offer which, he gladly accepted. To his great surprise, they sent him permanently to LA. The second he had landed in California, his friends ordered Thai food and spent the night helping him move into his new apartment. It had been so long since the last time the pack had been complete and that night remained one Stiles’ most cherished memories. He reconnected with Y/N that night. They laughed their heads off for hours, they drank and danced and unpacked his stuff, they spent the whole evening catching up. It had been amazing and the next day, everything had gone back to normal. Y/N came over very often, movie night was back on and a regular event everyone was allowed to come to, occasional lunches and nights out at their favourite bars with the members of the pack that resided in LA were frequent. Everything was good, everything was as it should be. Only, Alec tagged along sometimes. And he would kiss Y/N, on the cheek, on the forehead, on the lips. Stiles could feel his blood boil whenever she smiled up at her loving boyfriend when they were all together and it only worsened with time. Y/N became distant again, but still, she was careful not to stay away too much, always finding the time to visit him and talk.

Then one night she called him in tears. He had already grabbed his bat thinking he was going to have to beat up Alec for screwing with his best friend, but she squealed in the phone ecstatically and told him she was engaged. Alec had proposed. Stiles drank the pain away that night. It was just too much for him. Distancing himself from the girl he loved, that he could deal with, but with her engagement came marriage and that meant having to cut her off. It was going to be too painful for him otherwise, seeing her move into a white picket fence type of house with the man of her dreams, seeing her have children who wouldn’t be his own and probably being attributed the role of godfather. He couldn’t stand by and watch her build a family with someone other than him. He just wasn’t strong enough for that.

The fact that Y/N was engaged ended up making them grow apart a little more. She was always busy planning for the wedding, there had been her bridal shower which Lydia and Maria had jokingly invited Stiles to, there had been Alec’s bachelor party which he had managed to wiggle himself out of, not wanting to talk to the man who was stealing the love of his life or to said man’s golf buddies who didn’t have anything interesting to talk about besides their tax incomes. Y/N didn’t have time to show up unannounced to his apartment and he didn’t have the mental strength to provide help for the wedding preparations.

Stiles’ thoughts were suddenly interrupted when his bathroom door swung open, revealing Y/N in an oversized shirt and old boxers of his, standing in his doorway. Her beautiful long hair was still wet from the shower she had just taken and she was carrying her dress in her arms. She walked over to him and seated herself on his soft bed and he noticed that she was fidgeting with her fingers, something she always did when nervous. He gulped discretely, trying his best not to reveal his anxiety, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he did.

“I want to know everything Stiles,” announced Y/N, softly. She glanced at him but he avoided her eyes. It seemed to be the theme of the night, avoiding each other’s gaze.

“It didn’t mean anything,” Stiles tried to assure her with a cracked voice, his words, much to his disappointment, barely convincing. Her eyes welled up.

“I wasn’t talking about the kiss Stiles,” she murmured. Finally, he bravely brought his eyes up to hers and inhaled slowly.

-“There’s nothing to say, I just drank a little too much scotch.”

-“Stiles, stop trying to salvage this. We’re way past that.”

He knew she was right, but how was he supposed to tell her everything? How could he even begin to explain his feelings for her? Where would he start?

“Stiles, I’m asking for an explanation, okay, you owe me at least that,” Y/N persisted, desperately trying to tear open the shell he had so carefully built around himself.

“What about you huh?” he snapped. “What about that little stunt you pulled back there? Am I gonna get an explanation?” he asked angrily, gesturing in the direction of the living room still slightly visible from where they were.

“I don’t-, I can’t-, just-,”

“Just what?” he barked, the temperature in his blood rapidly rising.

“Just stop cornering me! Stop pressuring me into this tight spot okay!! I can’t fucking focus!” Y/N shouted out, stunning both him and herself. She wasn’t the kind of person to explode like that, she was always cool and composed, never letting her feelings take over.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” he affirmed, trying to make his voice a little more soothing than before.

“I am. I’m sorry. I’m just…” he looked at her with puppy eyes and his beautiful lips formed a lopsided smile, “I’m terrified.”

“You’re saying that to an engaged woman who just kissed her best friend,” she said, smiling reassuringly, making him chuckle lightly.

-“Well I’m partly to blame, I let you.”

-“We’re horrible people huh?”

-“Well, not Gerard Argent horrible but uh, something like that.”

-“Where do we start?”

-“Start what? Becoming like Gerard?”

“No dumbass,” she said playfully punching his shoulder, “Where do we start here?”

“Do we really have to start?” he asked. Y/N nodded slowly and turned her body towards him on the bed.

-“Do you wanna go first or should I?”

-“Does it really make a difference?”

“Guess not…” he nodded, trying to calm down the heart he was sure Y/N could clearly hear beating through his chest. “I’m not a huge fan of Alec.”

“No kidding, Jimmy Kimmel.” Y/N joked and he flashed her a grin as he recognized the name of the famous stand-up comedian, quickly composing himself afterwards.

“I-, would you go to my desk? There’s a small box in the uh, second drawer. Bring it to me.” Y/N looked puzzled but she complied and indeed, a small dark blue box lay at the bottom of the desk’s chestnut drawer. She handed it to him and he fidgeted with the object his hands.

“Are you going to tell me what it is or are we waiting for it to turn into a pearly white carriage, cause it’s almost midnight so…”

She smirked at him and he smiled back. Even in the worst situations, Y/N always found the strength to crack a joke. That was something he truly admired about her. Slowly, Stiles opened the box and inside lay a folded up piece of paper. Y/N looked down at the content of the box, then looked back up at him, a confused look on her face.

-“Take it. Go on.”

-“Okay…but if it’s the secret of the end of the world, I’m gonna have to call the Pope.”

-“Yeah, yeah, just read it.”

She scoffed and grabbed the delicate piece of shrivelled paper.

“4 0 5 3 6 8-,…” her voice caught in her throat when she realised what the note was.

-“How did you-,”

-“-it was when I moved here. I found it between the 68th and 69th pages of the book I had started reading that weekend, Killing Kennedy: The End of Camelot.”

“Wait but why did you put it in such a fancy box and…” Y/N’s brow furrowed and she looked down at the piece of paper in her hands, “oh…”

-“I wanted you to have it. You know, that’s kind of how all of this started and-,”

-“-you wanted it to end that way.”

-“Y/N…”

“So that’s a yes, you were just gonna cut me out of your life? When were you gonna do that? In a year? A month?” Y/N rambled, awfully hurt by the shocking revelation.

“It was my wedding gift to you. I was gonna give it to you and um, leave it at that.”

“You were gonna leave me? You were gonna get out of my life on the day of my wedding? Who are you?” her voice was strangled, and she wasn’t even trying to stop her tears from flowing this time.

“It’s not like that.” Stiles tried to explain.

“Isn’t it? Let’s look at the facts, shall we?! You don’t ask about the wedding, you don’t call or text me at all these past few months, you insult my fiancé in front of both our families and then, I find out you plan on giving me a piece of paper that basically means: get the hell out of my life!” Y/N yelled out, her face contorted with anger.

“Don’t you get it? I can’t stand back and watch the woman I love marry someone else! I can’t spend the rest of my life pining over you while you live the life I’ve wanted to live with you for the past seven years Y/N! I can’t fucking watch you walk down the aisle on your wedding day knowing that I’m not the person you’re headed towards! Because I’m a selfish coward who knows he’s not strong enough to push through the crushing pain of watching you grow old with anyone other than with me! I can’t do it! I just can’t! I would if I could but I’m pretty sure my heart’ll physically tear if I have to spend another month watching the both of you together!” Stiles exclaimed without taking a second to breathe. Her eyes were open wide and once he had cooled down, he quickly realized this was the point of no-return and that he had most probably destroyed their relationship and everything they had once felt for each other.

How did we get here?

He was standing now, but she was still seated, and she hadn’t spoken a word in ten minutes. He was pacing around the room, both hands on his hips, praying that her reaction wasn’t going to be worse than a slap and a goodbye. Finally, she cleared her throat bringing his attention back to her.

“How long have you known?” she asked, without looking at him.

“Junior year.” She scoffed and clenched her jaw.

-“And you didn’t think to tell me. Not once?”

-“Of course I did. But how do you think the conversation would have gone? Hey Y/N, I’m in love with you, wanna make out?”

-“Well, that would have been better than finding out three weeks before my wedding day Stiles.”

-“What did you want me to say? I was terrified of losing us, of losing this. I didn’t want to jeopardize our relationship just because-”

“-just because you loved me?” she asked sarcastically, this time letting her eyes burn into his.

“Look just-, I-” Stiles groaned,-“you should go. Alec called you and he’s probably worried sick right now.”

-“Oh god, you’re kicking me out now?”

-“I’m not kicking you out! Look, what do you want me to say Y/N? Do you want me to take it back? Do you want me to tell you, you’re just a friend to me and then casually disappear the day of your wedding?”

-“No.”

“Why not? Cause it sure as hell seems like that would make you a whole lot happier. It’s definitely easier than hearing the cold hard truth isn’t it?” Stiles rambled, letting his emotions get the better of him.

-“No.”

-“Then what? What do you want me to do? Because I’m seriously considering throwing myself out of my bedroom window just to escape this situation so tell me, what do you want?”

-“Kiss me.”

“What?” Stiles said, making a double take, disbelief written all over his face.

-“I said, kiss me.”

-“Yeah, I heard what you said, I just don’t understand it.”

Y/N closed her eyes.

“I need to figure something out but I can’t do that if you don’t kiss me, so, kiss me.” She didn’t move. She just stayed seated, with her eyelids shut tight, waiting for him to make a move but he was glued to the spot. He couldn’t just kiss her, could he? Stiles did everything in his power to move his feet towards her, her sealed eyes were the only thing his own were focusing on and he bent down, resting on his knees, right in front of her. Her lower lip was faintly trembling and he couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath as he studied her beautiful face.

“So uh, I just kiss you now?” he muttered questioningly.

She didn’t say anything but slowly nodded her head and straightened her back expectantly.

Stiles inched his face closer to hers. The tip of his nose picked up the soothing scent of her perfume, Jasmine Bliss as he’d once read on the bottle, and his heart fluttered intensely. He brought his hand up to her soft cheek and he instantly heard a quiet moan escape the confines of her lips, which only made his desire to feel her increase. Encouraged by the sweet sound he had just heard, Stiles brushed away a strand of stray hair and tucked it behind her pierced ear as delicately as possible. The feel of her soft lobe made him smile timidly, making him extremely glad her grey eyes were closed and he brought his mouth up to the sensitive skin.

Feeling Stiles lightly press his lips in a puckered fashion against the side of her ear was stunningly pleasurable and Y/N couldn’t help but moan a little louder than previously causing him to smile against her skin. She gripped the bed covers when he placed another kiss on the spot behind her lobe and she stifled a happy sigh by biting down on her inner cheek when his lips ghosted above her neck.

Stiles’ need for physical contact with her body was fueled by the sweet noises his best friend was trying to contain and he pushed away every single thought racing through his mind in order to make room for the explosion of emotions he was going to feel with his next actions. He trailed his lips farther down the brunette’s neck and stopped right above her collarbone. He could practically hear her heart pound against the smooth skin of her chest and his mouth curved into an earnest smile as he gently shut his eyes, letting himself get lost in the feeling of his lips against her. He lazily let his bottom lip wonder a little further down and grazed the soft surface with the tip of his tongue. Y/N’s lips parted a little as he brought his own closer to her jawline.

“Stiles, this isn’t what I meant by kiss me…” she whispered with all the strength she could muster.

“Shut up,” he murmured against her blushing cheek as he placed both hands on either side of her waist before planting a bolder kiss on her jawline. Nothing could be heard anymore aside from Y/N’s uneven breathing and the occasional whimpers she let out when his genuine kisses got closer to her lonely lips. He placed one final kiss right above her upper lip and let the warm air leaving her nostrils coat the top of his nose. Their faces were up close and personal, he could see every single freckle on her cheeks, the tiny and light mole right under her right eye almost entirely covered by her dark and exceptionally long lashes and the tiny scar she had on her forehead from the time they’d decided drunk sledging was a good idea. He could see the mildly smudged mascara underneath her loosely closed eyes. Most people would have been thrown off by her messy makeup but he could feel his heart swell at the realization that she was absolutely breathtaking. This was it, this was the moment he was going to let his lips tell her how much he loved her. This was the moment he was going to show her everything he felt for her. This time, he was going to do it right.

Stiles placed his large hand at the back of her head, holding it in his palm, threading her wet hair with his veiny fingers and tilted his head a little downward to stroke her lips with his. The sweet contact blew the wind out of her and she instantly gasped against his mouth. He pushed his mouth a little closer to hers, trying desperately to eliminate all distance between their bodies as he slowly nibbled on her lower lip. Y/N’s gripped the bed cover’s tighter than before and unconsciously leaned into his kiss, bending down her head in order for him to have more access and he moaned huskily. His hand felt humid as it gripped her shampoo smelling hair and his other one tightened around her waist, making a quiet whimper echo against his lips when his thumb grazed her barely covered thigh. Y/N’s hands left the bed and flew to his neck, tugging at his collar, beckoning him to get up, which he gladly did. This time, Stiles was above her and her head leaned back as he bent down to keep their touch intact. He moaned lowly against her lips and passed his hand over her warm skin, trembling slightly at the feel of her body. The way his short arm hairs brushed her stomach repeatedly sent shivers up and down her spine and he lightly scratched her bare back underneath the Police t-shirt he had leant her. She tilted her head to the right making him smile against her lips as his tongue gently poked them. She didn’t even think about not letting him in and instantaneously created a gap between her lips, greeting his tongue with hers. As Stiles explored the inside of her delicious mouth, Y/N brought her hands to either side of his face and tugged softly at his brown locks of hair.

The kiss seemed to last for hours but it felt so right that neither of them tried to stop it, holding each other close and ignoring the time that was quickly fleeting. Eventually, Stiles caressed Y/N’s upper lip with his eager muscle and let his mouth slowly detach itself from hers, his eyes remaining closed. She opened hers and her gaze rested on his face, a timid smile etching itself on her swollen lips as she saw his slightly puckered mouth, still not quite ready to erase the memory of their stupefying kiss. His breathing was slow and calm, but it didn’t fool his heart, which was still beating at a faster rate than in general. She let out a shaky breath, which seemed to snap him out of his daze and he opened his eyes widely as he processed what they had just done. Stiles tried to soothe his voice as much as possible in order for Y/N not to realize how anxious he was and opened his mouth slowly before speaking, his eyes never leaving hers.

“D’you figure it out yet?” he half-whispered.

“Yeah…” she breathed, letting her hands fall at her side.

“Okay, what was it?”

“I don’t know when it happened Stiles, but somewhere along the line, you made me fall in love with you.”

Stiles’ nervous smile turned into a shocked grin and he crashed his lips against hers again, their warm bodies melting into each other.

After a few more minutes of uninterrupted passionate making out, Stiles lightly pushed Y/N away and sent her a reassuring glance before seating himself on the bed beside her. She looked confused and even a little hurt which quickly made him ramble. “I didn’t want to stop I promise! I mean it was good, really really good actually, better than good, I’ve been dreaming about doing that since junior year, cause you really have the prettiest lips Y/N, they’re perfect and-”

“-Stiles?” Y/N cut him off and he immediately stopped talking, gulping down the last of his words.

“Breathe,” she instructed softly, instantly making him feel more confident. He inhaled deeply and resumed his sentence.

“I’m sorry for stopping it, but I think we should talk about this, before doing anything else.”

“Okay.” she nodded. “Where do we start?”

“You’re engaged Y/N…”

Her smile immediately dropped when she heard those words and she dropped her eyes to the floor. “I know.”

Neither of them said anything, but his heart was racing and he was sure she could hear it thump loudly against his chest. Finally, she spoke.

“I don’t know how to do this. I loved Alec, but then for some reason, I kissed you and it felt like…like I’d never actually loved anyone before. I don’t know how to explain it Stiles, it’s just-…”

“-like breathing for the first time?” She looked up at him, obviously startled by his comment.

-“Actually yeah.”

-“That’s what it felt like for me too. Look, you know me, I’ve dated girls. I’ve dated Malia, and Lydia, and that girl Sydney in college-,”

-“-the one with the Happy Days tattoo on her shoulder?”

-“Wait you remember that?”

“How could I have forgotten? We made fun of you for months after you broke up.” she laughed.

“Right…” he nodded, a huge beam on his face. “The point is, I’ve dated before. I’ve kissed and had sex and gone out with girls but it never felt just right. It was like something was always missing. But right now, it’s not missing anymore.”

He finished his sentence and quickly realized she was blushing intensely, making him do the same at once.

“Oh god, I can’t believe I just said that right now…” he whispered, as a self-conscious grin formed itself on his face.

“Stiles, I’m terrified right now. Of this, of what it means, of tomorrow. But we’ve got tonight, we’ve already gone this far, so why stop now?”

Y/N started to lean forward when he spoke and made her stop dead in her tracks.

“What if we have longer?” he inquired, mostly to himself.

“What do you mean?”

“Forget tonight, we have our whole lives ahead of us. Y/N, we don’t need to stop now, we don’t need to stop ever! We could do this every day, we could do this for the rest of our lives!”

“Stiles are you saying that you want us to be together?”

“I’m not just saying that.”

“Stiles….”

“No think about it. You don’t have to marry Alec we could build the life we’ve always wanted together, the life I’ve always dreamed of living with you. We could, nothing’s standing in our way!” Stiles said excitedly, looking into her eyes with pure bliss written all over his face.

“You want that? You want that with me?”

“I want that and more. We could leave LA, burn our bridges here and start over somewhere else, like the suburbs? I could see if the FBI has any openings in New York and we could buy one of those beautiful houses with the tire swings in the backyard and the hardwood floors you’ve always dreamed of having. And you could set up an office at home for your own architectural firm, the one you’ve always said you’d start in your twenties.

“We could have kids. We could build a family and have beautiful children together. We could have two girls and a boy. Beth, Halley and James? Or we could call them anything you like, as long as they’re ours to name. We could have a little grill in the garden and organize a monthly BBQ for our neighbors and friends. We could start sharing movie night with our kids, force them to watch all of the Star Wars movies and you could make them see the classics. I could make you my legendary chicken parmigiana you love so much once a week and you could bake those delicious cookies you always made when we you teenagers, the one with the dried raisins.

"We could shove unnecessary information down our children’s throats at dinner just so they could have interesting stuff to tell everyone else and seem like annoying know-it-alls. We could embarrass them in front of their boyfriends and girlfriends and discuss the birds and bees with them when they’re old enough. We could save money for our kids to go to college and we could cry in each other’s arms when they leave. We could retire together and start traveling through Europe. We could see the Colosseum and eat pizza in Rome, we could walk along the Seine in the middle of the night in Paris, we could share those delicious Belgian waffles in Brussels at the Grand Place. We could go to Spain and see Seville where you’ve always wanted to go. We could make love on the Greek beaches under the stars, we could see everything you’ve always wanted to see.

"We could grow old together, I could walk our daughters’ down the aisle and you could straighten our boy’s tie on his wedding day. We could celebrate our 30th anniversary having grown old together, and we could watch our kids have children of their own. We could have this life together Y/N, we could.”

Stiles had just talked uninterrupted for the past three minutes and he hadn’t even realized that his eyes had started welling up, his lips curled into a loving smile. Y/N’s mouth was agape and fat tears rolled down her cheeks as he finished his earnest monologue.

“Y/N?” he asked, suddenly unsure of his previous words. She slowly wiped her tears and suddenly flashed him an emotional smile.

“Could we have a dog too? Maybe call him Bailey?

Stiles beamed and threw his arms around Y/N, pushing her against the bed and covering her body with his, placing excited kisses all over her face, neck and chest. "I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.” he whispered over and over again against her soft skin and she smiled widely, feeling his dishevelled hair with her gentle fingers as he did.

Hours had passed and it was 1 am. Y/N and Stiles had cleaned up his apartment completely, throwing the last of the trash in the black plastic bags stacked next to the front door. The pizza boxes had been placed inside the trash bags as well and all had been sealed shut. The laundry had been assembled and placed inside the small washing machine in the bathroom. Stiles had thrown out the perished goods from his fridge, including the beer cans and Y/N had started to wipe the kitchen counter when he pressed himself against her and placed light kisses along the nape of her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist. She moaned quietly and slightly turned her head in his direction, letting him kiss her fully on the lips this time. The warmth between them was comfortable and passionate all at once. One of her hands was in his hair again, delicately scratching his scalp and scruff and his nails were slowly digging into her soft flesh as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. They stayed like that for a while, kissing each other against the counter and exploring each other’s bodies with their hands. After a while, they reluctantly let go of each other and sat down on the couch in the living room in front of the tv where they popped in a movie. “What are we watching tonight?” asked Y/N smiling up at him.

“What do you wanna watch?” he asked her mischievously.

“I’m not sure it’s really that important considering I’m probably not going to watch it anyway.”

He raised his eyebrows and grinned smugly as he bent down to kiss her again when her whisper stopped him.

“What movie Stiles?” He groaned and shrugged.

“Star Wars.”

“No!” exclaimed Y/N with a laugh as she straightened her back.

-“Why not?”

-“Because we watch it all the time!”

-“We haven’t watched it in months!”

-“Oh come on, yes we have.”

“No, we haven’t, we haven’t had movie night since you got engaged.” Stiles regretted the words he had said the second he said them and he shut her eyes letting his head fall.

“I’m sorry I shouldn-”

“-where’s my phone?” she cut him off, suddenly looking everywhere but him.

“Y/N-…”

“-where’s my phone?” Y/N seemed to ask herself as she got up and started looking around the room.

“Why do you need your phone?” he inquired with a hoarse voice, afraid of already knowing the answer.

She ignored his question and bent down, grabbing her phone from the floor right underneath the coffee table.

“9 missed calls,” she mumbled to herself, the previous smile completely erased from her beautiful face.

“Y/N…”

“He called me, Alec called me nine times and I didn’t answer. He sent me texts too. And he left me two voicemails as well.”

“Y/N, remember our plans? Remember the waffles and the beaches in Greece?”

“I have Alec,” Y/N muttered, her eyes gazing into nothing as she started to wake up from the dream she’d been living in for the last few hours.

“Hey, you have me, okay? We can start all over, we were gonna go to New York remember?” Stiles said, starting to feel panic rise in his chest as he got up and walked towards her. She finally looked at him and her eyes welled up.

“Stiles, I can’t. I’m engaged. All those things, I’m supposed to be doing them with Alec.”

“You’re not supposed to do anything. Hey, stop it,” he told her, placing a hand on her cheek as he noticed the salty droplets of water leave the confines of her eyes. She immediately jerked away and pain erupted in his abdomen.

-“Y/N…”

-“I can’t just give up on him, I can’t break my promises to him on impulse like this.”

-“Yes, yes you can, come on Y/N, he deserves someone who loves him back.”

-“I do though, I love him. Otherwise, I never would’ve said yes when he asked me to marry me…”

“You don’t love him, not like you love me.” Stiles was getting desperate, his sight started to blur as tears filled his eyes.

-“Stiles, I can’t do this.”

-“Please, stop, breathe, we were fine a minute ago.”

-“It wasn’t real.”

“What?” he asked harshly.

“It wasn’t real, Stiles, real life is not in fucking La La Land, okay we have people who depend on us, our families, our pack, I have a fiancé-…”

“-a fiancé you just fucking cheated on!” he exclaimed, not even bothering to hold back the tears as he did.

“Y/N please stop this. Don’t go back to him, stay with me,” he pleaded with his shredded voice.

“I’m sorry Stiles…” Y/N choked out, shaking her head as she started to step backwards.

Stiles reached out and tried to grab her hand but she didn’t let him and lunged for her purse in what seemed like under a second.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered again.

“Hey stop! What about tonight, what about us? What about what we said?” Stiles cried out, the vein in his forehead popping out furiously with every harsh beat of his heart. Tears were streaming down his face when Y/N’s back hit the front door.

“It was wrong of me,” she muttered, regret clouding her voice.

“We said we’d have forever,” the devastated man said with a broken voice, ignoring her last remark. He approached her slowly, his humid eyes burning into her own before crashing his lips onto hers. She moaned loudly and tugged at his sweater being rewarded with a whimper as he tried to desperately hold on to her. The kiss was wet this time and it was bittersweet, as it marked the end of their beautiful fantasy.

“Forever can only last for one night,” she answered sweetly before pushing him off of her trembling body and exiting his home.

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