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rosiehunterwolf · 3 years

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If you're feeling up to it (DONT FEEL OBLIGATED DO U HEAR ME MY DEAR) movie verse Jay my beloved

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i really needed to write something movie!verse because I LOVE movie!verse and haven't written anything yet, so I was excited for this one

(@fabro-de-omres you've said in the past that you would love to read it if I wrote something movie!verse, so here's ✨content✨)

I'll chase you to the moon and back

Summary: When you’re in a secret ninja force and are your city’s primary protectors, pulling your weight is important.

Jay tries to be an asset to his team, but it’s difficult when he’s viewed as the scaredy-cat who cracks lame jokes. He loves his friends with all his heart, but sometimes it’s hard to know if they return those feelings.

Jay wouldn’t blame them if they didn’t.

Sometimes, Jay felt like he was a burden to the team.

He tried not to, he really did- he knew the others liked him and cared about him. But standing next to strong Cole, smart Zane, brave Kai, determined Nya, or warm-hearted Lloyd, it was difficult not to feel… inadequate.

It didn’t help that Cole hadn’t answered any of his recent texts.

It could be anything, Jay told himself as he stared down at the unread messages, resisting the urge to send another text. He could have an appointment he forgot to tell me about, or maybe he’s just not looking at his phone right now, or he simply doesn’t share my urgency to answer a text message so quickly. Cole had always been much more laid back about that, raising an eyebrow as Jay always scrambled to answer the text from his mom, or whoever had sent it this time.

But Cole was also Jay’s best friend. He knew he got anxious when someone left him unread for too long. Because of that, he had always been good about answering Jay’s texts quickly, even as the others still groaned about the earth ninja taking ages to respond to them.

For him to go an hour without responding was… concerning, to say the least.

Jay pushed the thoughts aside. He was probably just overthinking this, like he always was. Cole would get back to him soon. It wasn’t like he was ignoring him, or anything.

Maybe the others are up to something. He opened the group chat, but although there were usually a hundred notifications at any given time- he had learned that the hard way the first day he had joined, turning on his phone after school to a whopping 785 texts- it was empty now. The last text was from Lloyd, asking Kai to meet him at his locker before lunch.

Jay felt his heart rate spike. The lack of an argument between Kai and Nya in the last five minutes alone was worrying- because heaven forbid they actually talk things out in person, even if they literally lived one bedroom down from each other- and his mind quickly spiraled into possibilities. Had someone kidnapped them? Had their parents grounded them? Or maybe they had committed a crime and gotten thrown into jail. He wouldn’t put it past Kai and Nya to pull something dumb- Cole and Zane would go along with it, and Lloyd would never speak up enough to voice his disproval-

No, don’t be ridiculous, they wouldn’t commit a crime.

Well… Kai might. But the others would stop him.

What if they made a separate group chat without me?

No. His friends would never do that. They’d be more likely to commit that crime.

But the thought wouldn’t leave Jay’s brain, and before he knew it, he was sending a text in the group chat.

jaybird123: What r u guys up to? Wanna hang?

He immediately regretted it. What if he came off as too clingy? Too overbearing? They probably just wanted some time to themselves.

That didn’t sound quite right to Jay, but he stuffed his phone in his pocket, forcing the thought out of his mind.

He decided to go to the park- watching the people there always gave him good ideas for inventions. He was too late to catch a bus down there, but it wasn’t too far to walk.

His phone buzzed, and he glanced down.

thegreendragon: sorry jay, got plans 2nite. maybe tmrrw?

Jay tried to stop the pang of disappointment. Lloyd wouldn’t lie to him. The others probably were just busy. It was no big deal. Tomorrow, things would be back to normal.

A couple of blocks away, he caught the sounds of annoyed shouts, the kind that usually hinted towards the presence of-

He stopped, blinking, as a boy darted past the onlookers and into the shop.

Huh. Lloyd?

Starting towards the store his friend had vanished into, Jay peered through the window, looking for Lloyd-

Jay froze. Lloyd was standing with the others, animatedly babbling something to them as they watched him happily.

Jay shrunk back. They really had met up without him, and had lied about it, too. He wasn’t being paranoid- his friends just didn’t want him around.

For a moment, the shock left Jay floundering. He had no other friends. The other ninja were his entire livelihood. What was he meant to do now?

He quickly wiped at the tears pooling in his eyes. I’ll go home. My mom will know what to do.

He had the worst feeling that this was something that even his mom couldn’t fix, though.

About halfway home, a buzz in his pocket interrupted him from his stupor. Pulling out his phone, he saw there was a new message in the group chat.

rock’n’cole: hey jay, something just came up, can u meet us at the warehouse asap?

Jay just stared at his phone for a minute, debating whether to actually show up or not. After all, the others had ditched him, why shouldn’t he do the same? And he still felt hurt- he wasn’t sure if he was ready to talk to them yet. He really should just go home.

jaybird123: sure, i’ll be there in 20

Jay had never been good at holding grudges.

Thirty minutes later (he had ended up stalling a little bit just for the spite of it) he pushed through the doors of the warehouse. It was pitch black inside, and as he fumbled around for the lights, he couldn’t help but notice that no one else was there. It was stupid of me to come. They just abandoned me. Again.

Suddenly, the lights burst on, and the others were jumping out from behind the furniture, cheering and hugging him. Jay stumbled backward, taken aback. “What’s going on?”

Kai looked at him like he was crazy, gesturing widely at all the balloons and streamers that Jay could see now that the lights were on. “It’s a party, dumbass, what else do you think?”

“What for? It’s not my birthday!”

Nya scoffed, as if he had just told her that men lived on the moon. “Of course not, this is for your Ninja-versary!”

“My… what?”

“The anniversary of the day you first became a ninja, stupid!”

“Oh.” He blinked around at all the decor. “All this? Just for something as simple as that?”

Kai wasn’t the only one looking at him like he had sprouted a second head, now.

“Are you kidding?” Cole said. “We’re not going to skimp on celebrating the day one of our favorite people came into our lives.”

Jay blinked at him. “I…” I’m so sorry for ever doubting you. That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.

“Now, what are we waiting around for?” Cole threw an arm around Jay’s shoulders. “Let’s go get some cake!”

As the ninja hurried over to the table, squabbling over who would get which slice, Jay squashed between the middle of his big, loud, bickering family, he couldn’t have felt more at home.

#:D #movie characters are so fun y'all #i'll definitely have to write something that explores all of them more not just jay #but i'll save that for something longer so i can do it properly #and coming up with their chat usernames was the highlight of this piece XD #i have more for the others as well and this is going to remain canon within all my movie fics #ninjago #asks #amourshipper393 #fic request #event #100 followers event #ficlet #my fic #rosie writes #movie!verse #tlnm #jay walker #requests open

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whitechrysanthemumsandlilies · 3 years

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Dean had been watching Cas toss and turn in the starched motel bed sheets for coming up an hour now.

It had become almost routine over the past week- spend the day researching, wander the town looking for a new cusuine for Cas to try, come back to the motel, and watch him try and evade his nightmares until the early hours.

Dean supposed it had something to do with his new-found humanity- the gravity of the choice Cas had made weighed heavily on him, Dean could tell, and the nights were the worst. As for Dean's sudden protective instinct over the former angel? That he couldn't so easily explain, but he'd wager it had something to do with the ever increasing tension between them as they worked this case, and the growing list of almost-encounters they'd had navigating their new shared rhythm of life on the road.

He would watch as Cas would shift from one side to the next, screwing up his eyes with a sigh against the slow lightening of the morning light, before his bright blue eyes would finally flutter closed, and Dean could rest.

Tonight though, was different. Cas had been restless since they had gotten back from scoping out the hospital, and what little sleep he had gotten between his routine shifts and turns was frequently interrupted- his eyes darting open as a hash gasp was ripped from his throat, the remnants of his waking nightmares dissapaiting.

The clock was turning almost 02:00am when it happened, and Cas had been staring glassy eyed at the ceiling for a worrying length of time, stock still. Dean, squinting to see his face through the dark of the room, was sure he saw a tear beginning to form in the man's eyes, and was just about to call his name, when a bolt of lightning struck through the sky, illuminating the room and nearly blinding him.

Through his closed eyes, Dean heard Cas bolt upright in bed- and Dean gave his best effort at looking unconscious so as not to give himself away.

Five minutes passed of just the rain beating against the thin window before he heard movement. Eyes still closed, he listened closely as Cas rose from the bed, tip-toed to the door, pulled on his shoes, and slipped out of the door.

Dean tried to talk himself down, he really did. He told himself that Cas was a soldier, a trainee-hunter, a former agent of the lord, and that he wasn't going to come into any harm stood outside of a shitty motel in the ass-crack of Illinois...It was no use. He rose from his own bed, quickly shoved on his shoes, shrugged on his leather jacket, and followed Cas out the door.

After blindly stumbling forward, collar turned up against the wind whipping through the exposed pillars of yelowed concrete, Dean saw him, and all at once- the breath left his lungs.

Cas was stood in the open clearing outside their ground floor room, arms outstretched and face turned up against the rain- his eyes alight, and a wild smile had formed on his face. If he was capable of it, Dean might have laughed- he looked biblical.

Making his way slowly towards Cas, his eyes never leaving his friend's face, Dean found himself stood parallel with him.

Neither spoke, until Cas, lit intermittently by the harsh white light of the lightning and wild eyes still pointed towards the heavens, began-

"Millienia ago, before humans walked the Earth, and God became-" he gestured limply towards the world with his outstretched hand "-this, the angels were allowed to freely roam the growing planet."

Cas's voice had took on a wistful, rumbling quality- just audible above the rolls of thunder shaking the atmosphere around them.

"We were encouraged to marvel at God's wonders- we were to feel, live, breathe the Earth as, one day, humans would. To understand them."

Dean could hardly breathe, each cell of his body alight as he stood, transfixed, watching the streams of rain water tumble down the veins of Cas' neck and down his chest- hypotised by the power the ex-angel radiated as he preached in recollection.

"I remember I was stood, on the edge of the first lake to ever be filled, and I watched as the skies opened- watched as the rain poured onto the barren Earth and thunder shook the heavens, marvelled at the significance of it. In that moment, for the first time, I felt Faith. I knew from then on, I would serve."

Dean, having found his voice, managed to splutter out-

"Cas?", growing desperate for Cas to turn his eyes to him. But Cas was not to be stopped, in full thrall of it now he continued-

"In time, the angels forgot- forgot what it was to feel, to love. As God's power and corruption grew, faith was replaced with servitude." A stranged sound, halfway between a laugh and a sob, came from Cas' throat "I forgot too."

At long last, Cas turned his eyes towards Dean, and he felt himself rooted in place- pulled to the cadence of Cas' voice like a moth to a flame. There was a look in Cas' bright eyes that he had seen more and more over the past week- Longing, Lust, Love-

"When I first touched your soul in hell, I felt it then. For the first time in the longest time, I felt the power of God, of storms, of Earth- I didnt recognise it then, but from that moment Dean, I would follow you. I would follow you into battle, I would fight for you-" again, the strange, strangled sound fell from Cas' lips "-I would fall for you."

The water cascading down his hair, flattening it to his forehead, had made a mirage of Cas' face, but even through that there was no mistaking the next emotion he met Dean with- Want.

They were close now, close enough now that Dean could feel Cas' rapid and ragged breath fanning across his face, hear the pounding of his heart over the belts of thunder still tearing through the sky-

"I think...that is what it would feel like- to kiss you."

No questioning now, Dean breathed "Cas...", his own want pulling his eyes towards Cas' chapped lips.

"I'm not Divine anymore Dean, but do you think I could be worthy of that? Of you?"

Beyond words, Dean made his reply by closing the gap between them- drawn like a magnet to Cas's lips, his neck, his chest.

Before he knew it, he was tugging Cas past the shelter of the sand-yellow corridor and into their room. Pushing him down on the crumpled double bed, Dean set about his task- he would attest to the miracle of the man before him in the only way he knew how, not with words, but with acts.

Starting at the base of Cas's hipbone, he kissed his adoration into the cold of Cas's mortal flesh, left trails of reveration marked into his skin as he dragged his fingers up and across his taught chest. He felt Cas' breath hitch as a drank the rainwater collecting in his clavicle like sweet wine, and heard his soft moan as he whispered, like a prayer, into his ear-

"May I?"

Cas nodded his reply. Dean slid off of him and knelt in worship before his now bare thighs in the dark of the silent room. Raising his eyes to meet Cas' hooded ones, Dean spoke-

"You're still divine to me, Castiel"

With that, he sank his mouth to Cas, and let the result of his supplication join the symphony of rain and thunder still pounding around them.

.........

When they rose the next day, still soaked to the bone, Cas' eyes were lighter than Dean had seen them in months- like the atmospheric release that comes after a summer squall.

Dean kissed him intermittently throughout the morning- as he passed him a coffee in his, their, bed, as he lathered shampoo into his hair in the shower, as he tugged an extra shirt and hat around Cas' frame to stave off the inevitable cold that would seize them both.

The drive back to the bunker was an easy one, despite the sleeping Castiel robbing him of the full movement of one arm, and the sneezes that had begun to occasionally blur his vision.

The week that followed wasn't so easy- after relaying their research to Sam (who decided, after taking one look at the palid skin of both of them as they trudged miserably through the bunker doors, that he would go and finish the job alone), Dean had placed a final kiss on Cas' head before collapsing into his bed- feeling sicker and sicker as the hours went on.

When he rose from his fevoured coma to check in on him, Cas was tucked neatly into his bed. Dean closed the door with a smile and went about transcribing the updates Sam was sending through about the next victims, counting the minutes until Cas woke up.

The time never came. He barely saw Cas after that, who had stayed holed up in his bedroom for the following three days.

Dean tried to give him space, to process what had happened between them, but with every hour that passed doubt and insecurity crept further and further in. It was on the fourth day that Dean decided he couldn't take any more silent treatment, bursting through the bedroom door to confront a shocked Cas- eyes red-rimmed and lined with bags.

"Hello Dean"

"Look man, I-" Dean steadied his breath and pinched the bridge of his nose "I tried to give you time to, ya know, figure out what you felt about what happened in the motel because I guess it came out of nowhere and maybe I shouldn't have just sprung myself on you but Cas, buddy, you're killin' me here- what's going on with us?"

He turned his eyes to try and meet Cas', but upon seeing them downturned, and his head bowed to face his lap, Dean's heart sank. He went on-

"I get that you regret it but we're friends Cas, next to Sammy you're the only family I've got and I can't just-"

"I dont regret it." Cas interjected quietly, and Dean's head snapped up.

Looking at the man on the bed, small and unsure, a ghost of the man stood, soaked to the bone, in the eye of a storm, Dean felt himself soften.

"What then?" he knelt before him and tilted Cas' chin up so their eyes would meet, searching "Why have you been avoiding me?"

Guilt flashed in Cas' eyes, moving Dean's hand to rest with his in his lap he spoke, barely above a whisper, "I'm not an angel anymore Dean"

"I know, but what does that have to do with-"

"What happened at the motel was- it was amazing. We were amazing. And then we got back here and- we both got sick and..." Cas' tone was getting more and more hurried and frustrated as he reached the part he had clearly been holding in "You were sick and I could help. I couldn't help because I was sick, and I couldn't even heal myself and I just felt so useless and-"

"Woah woah woah Cas, slow down okay you couldn't-"

"You called me Castiel, Dean- Divine. But I've got no grace, no power- I'm just human. So what use am I to you both now?" Cas bit his lip and looked down again, deflated.

"Hey, Cas look at me, listen okay- Hey!" Dean tugged Cas' face back to being level with his own "I didnt mean it like that" he said softly, understanding dawning on him.

"I called you divine and I meant it- you're beautiful Cas. Stood in that storm, like you belonged there, I was in awe of just the sight of you, but I don't just want you like that, I want you like this too. It was never about you being an angel, or useful, but even as 'just a human'-" Dean rose off the floor to join Cas on the bed "you're still powerful Cas, you're still needed"

Tipping Cas back on the pillow, Dean leant over him- starting at his hand and kissing as he went, he continued "You terrify me, and excite me too. You're still the one who saved my ass, and continues to save my ass even now. You're every bit the angel who walked into that barn and scared us all shitless- the only angel I would pray to, and the man I would kneel to"

Dean hovered above Cas now, placing the last of his kisses onto his temple "Castiel Winchester, you are not and have never been just a Divine tool we keep around. You're our family, and we need you."

It was Cas' turn to tug Dean's face to his own. Eyes wide, he breathed- "Castiel Winchester?"

Dean willed himself to be brave, to break the final seal around his heart and let Cas have it. Leaning back on his heels he replied "Yes. Castiel Winchester. You have been since the start and you still are, Cas- angel or man."

Smiling that same wild smile, Cas scooted back upright "I thought humans only gave each other their names if they were married?"

Dean pulled Cas into his chest, laughing into his disheveled hair "Slow down a bit there sunshine" he kissed his forehead "We have time."

#destiel #dean winchester #castiel #destiel fic #supernatural #I cannot fucking believe #after 6 years #I am back here with you clowns #Posting a fic #for a show that ended months ago #this is the first time I've written a fic since I was 12 please be nice to me #I'm just so distressed over how they ended that I actually cant rest #This is set whenever #I wasnt even a supernatural blog

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smolanon · 3 years

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A Little More Than Tipsy (Wilbur x Reader)

Hey! This fic has technically been in the works for months, I just only got around to doing the final push and finishing it today! This one is gonna have some extremely irresponsible actions in it, so I just wanted to say:

Do not use alcohol as a coping mechanism, drink responsibly, and absolutely DO NOT drink and drive. I do not condone any of the actions in this fic. I have also been around very few drunk people, so I'm sorry if its unrealistic or played up too much. Stay safe, babes!

Type: friends to lovers, hurt/comfort

Word count: 4,018

How did you get to this point? "This point" being sat on your kitchen floor, an empty bottle of an alcoholic beverage in one hand and your phone in the other, crying your eyes out.

It all started a couple hours ago when you were thinking about your ex. You hadn't been with him for about a year, but you still missed him quite s bit. You knew he had moved on, and it hurt like hell. It wasn't like your relationship ended because of a fight or any toxicity, he just fell out of love for you. You'd tried dating around but you didn't really click with anyone. You knew deep down, you still had feelings for him, even though some similar feelings had started to blossom for a friend of yours. These conflicting feelings caused many late nights thinking and being frustrated.

You were feeling particularly lonely, pacing around your kitchen and scrolling through social media. You don't know what came over you, but you soon found yourself on your ex's account. You don't know what you were expecting to find, but it certainly was not the video of him proposing to his now fiancee. All your movement halted as you stared, mouth agape, at the video of him professing his undying love for her. Undying love that he would never feel for you; you began to wonder if he ever did feel that way for you.

You could hardly remember what happened between the fridge and the floor, but all you knew now was that you were sloppy drunk and sobbing. Your mind felt fuzzy as you stumbled to your feet, letting go of the empty bottle as you placed it into the sink. You felt alone, so very alone. You didn't want to be alone. Who could could make you feel better? Who could make you feel not alone? You wracked your brain as you headed out of your house and fumbled with your keys, getting into your car as a person finally popped into your head. The dear friend who gave you butterflies and rested his arm on your head. The guy who ruffled your hair constantly and laughed so sweetly.

"Wilbur." You whispered to yourself, starting up your car.

You felt a little guilty as you drove, trying your very hardest to bring clarity to your clouded mind. You got to his home safely by some miracle, parking as well as you could. You tried getting out of your car to walk to the door, but found it to be more challenging than you'd have liked. You settled for pulling out your phone and texting Wilbur.

Wilbur had just finished editing a video and was getting a drink of water when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

'I'm ougtside com get me plese' the text from you read. His brows furrowed with concern and mild confusion. He walked to the window, peeking behind the curtains to see your messily parked car and very drunk form leaned against said car. His heart dropped a bit at realizing the state you were in and quickly headed out to you.

"(Y/N)?" He said as he approached you. "What are you doing here?"

Your red, tear stained face split with a wide grin. "Wilbur!" He shushed you. "How are you?" You spoke in a slurred stage whisper.

"Did you drive here?" He said, panic evident in his tone.

"You didn't answer my question." You pouted up at him, leaning forward a bit more than you had planned and stumbled into his chest. He caught you, sighing and placing his hands on your shoulders to steady you.

"C'mon, let's get you inside." He walked you into his house, guiding you to sit at the kitchen table. Never before had he seen you so drunk, and you two drank together more than you did alone. He grabbed you a glass and filled it with water. "Drink this and give me your keys."

"Why?" You blinked up at him, staring vacantly with red, puffy eyes.

"So I can park your car, since you did a proper shit job of it." He chuckled a little as you giggled in response.

"Oops." You said as you patted yourself down. "I think I left them in the car."

He sighed and shook his head. "Stay here." He went back outside, relieved to see the drivers door still open. Many worries ran through his head as he parked your car. Why were you so drunk? Had you hit anything with your car? Had you been crying? Why were you crying? Who had done this to you?

When he walked back inside, he saw that you had drank about half the glass and were now running your finger along the lip of it. Your head snapped up when he entered, the grin returning to your face.

"Hey stranger, come here often?" The words did not come out of your mouth as eloquently as you had meant, but it earned you a chuckle that felt like a "good job". It lit up your chest in the way only he could.

"Oh, every now and then." He sat across from you, placing his hands on the table. You reached around your glass to place your hands on top of his, messing with his fingers absentmindedly.

"So...what's wrong?" He spoke up after a moment, a light pink dusting his cheeks.

"Hm?" Your eyes lingered on your conjoined hands as you tilted your face up, not meeting his worried gaze.

"While I wouldn't want you going to anyone else at late-late hours of the night in a drunken stupor," he spoke carefully, "I can tell there's something up. You look like you've been crying."

You stayed quiet for a moment, not tearing your eyes away from your hands. The rings on your fingers clinked together lightly, filling the silence. You considered pressing a kiss to his pretty knuckles for a moment before he enveloped your hands in his.

"Hey," you finally tore your gaze up to meet his, "what happened?" His voice was soft and his dark eyes held concern. His gentle tone, his warm hands, his worried, deep eyes, it was enough to break the thin veil of fineness you had tried to put up. You burst into tears, sobbing and quivering under his touch. He quickly stood up, moving to your side and pulling you into his chest in a warm hug.

You let it all spill out like a shattered tea pot, pouring every feeling, be it the sharp glass of anger and resentment to the bittersweet liquid of being happy to see him happy, but hurt at how he had moved on. Everything. You gripped his soft, yellow sweater in your hands as you held onto him for dear life.

"I-I just feel so alone and I-I dont think anyone-" a hiccup cut off your speech, "will ever love me again!"

"Hey, hey, don't say that." He rubbed your back as he spoke softly. "It's not true at all. You're not alone, and there's plenty of people out there who love you better than he ever did."

"You r-really think so?" You turned your face up to him.

"I know so." He said, an odd smile on his face that was a mix of knowing and sadness. Soon, you calmed down from crying. Somehow, the two of you had ended up sitting on the floor. You were somewhat in his lap, being held tightly to his chest as he combed through your hair with his fingers. It felt so...right. The two of you just felt like two puzzle pieces finally clicking together. Wilbur felt slightly guilty that he felt so content holding you, especially since you were struggling so much emotionally. It was just so nice to hold you in his arms the way he had dreamed of for so long.

You stayed like that for a moment before you looked up at him again. He looked down at you, your eyes meeting, causing his heart to flutter. Your faces were so close, he could smell the alcohol on your breath. Although the scent wasn't all too pleasant or romantic, the moment just felt so right. Then, you pulled yourself up a bit and kissed him.

Fireworks exploded in his chest, and he couldn't help but reciprocate the kiss for a moment, before the guilt from before doubled. He knew this was wrong. He placed his hands on your shoulders, gently forcing you back from him. Your eyes fluttered open, drunken confusion on your face.

"Why'd ya do that?" You spoke, voice slightly rough from all the crying. Wilbur shook his head, his cheeks hot from your previous actions.

"You're so incredibly drunk, (Y/N). You need to go to bed." You pouted at his words, they obviously didn't penetrate much because you pulled him down into another kiss, this one much more passionate. Nothing tore him up more inside than having to tear his lips away from yours once more. You certainly weren't making this easy on him. "(Y/N), no." He put as much force as he could into the word, and you finally released your grip on his shirt. He moved you out of his arms and off his lap, using the table to pull himself to his feet.

"Nnnnooooooo!" You responded, grabbing onto his leg like a fussy child. His heart softened, not being able to stay upset with you for long.

He smiled halfway, chuckling at your actions. "C'mon, you can have my bed." He leaned down, offering you his hands for help to your feet.

"Boo." You pouted, but took his hands anyway. He tugged you to your feet, and your legs collapsed beneath you. "Woah!"

He bent down and scooped you up into his arms, eliciting a giggle from you. He smiled a little as your small form clung to him. He carried you to his room, tucking you into his bed.

"There you are." He patted your head and tried to leave the room. You quickly reached out and grabbed his hand.

"No! Wilbur, please don't go!" You tugged at him, although your touch was all he needed to stop. "Please sleep here with me." You begged, pressing his hand to your cheek.

He swallowed thickly, the offer very tempting, with the bed looking so warm and you looking so scared and him being so tired... He shook his head, both to clear it and signify his answer. "You know I can't, (Y/N). Too much can happen, and I don't know if it's the alcohol or really you talking."

Your lips started to quiver and you started to tear up once more. "Please don't go..." You whispered softly, "at least stay here until I'm asleep, so I don't miss you."

You were really making this difficult for him. He absolutely did not want to see you cry again. He bit his lip, thinking very hard.

He sighed, "Alright," you perked up a little, "I'll stay here until you're asleep." He pulled his hand away and pulled a chair up alongside the bed. Your hand hung out of the blankets and off the side of the bed, blindly grabbing for his hand. He let you grab onto his hand again, touched by the relieved expression it brought to your face. You had rolled onto your side, your other arm tucked to your chest and your cheek pressed to his pillow so that only one of your eyes were open.

He hummed softly to you, rubbing the back of you hand with his thumb. You smiled sweetly and squeezed his hand a bit.

"I've always loved your voice." You mumbled, halfway into the pillow. He smiled down at you lovingly as he continued to hum.

Your eyes shut first, then your breath steadied, and finally, your hand went limp and started to slip out of his. Shortly after, you began to snore softly. He let your hand go, standing up to stare at your now peacefully sleeping form. He gently tucked your arm under the blankets beside the other one and pulled the blankets up on your shoulders. He pushed a few of your stray hairs behind your ear and bent down, placing a soft kiss to your temple.

He tugged the curtains shut, knowing your hangover would probably thank him in the morning, and brought a glass of water and some pain killers to set at the bedside table. He turned off the dim light finally and shut the door behind him, a sigh leaving his lips.

He stared down at the hand you'd held, blush dusting across his face as he headed to the couch, grabbing a couple spare blankets on his way. He thought about your hands gripping his shoulders, handfuls of his sweater in your fists with the ghost of your touch on him as he adjusted the couch into a makeshift bed. Finally, as he laid in the darkened livingroom, his long limbs hanging uncomfortably off the sides of the couch and his head resting on a throw pillow, he reached a hand up to touch his lips. The lips you had pressed your own to.

He didn't regret pushing you away, but he so wished you had been in a different mindset and state when you kissed him. Maybe then he could have pulled you close to his chest, gripping you with every bit of fervor within him. Then he could have kissed you like he always wanted to, stealing your breath and leaving you gasping for air between your swollen lips. Maybe then he could have said what he always wanted to. The big L word. Maybe then you would have said it back. He tried to blink away the tears pricking at his eyes and let a final, shaky sigh leave his chest. You two definitely had to talk in the morning, when you weren't drunk and he wasn't dead tired.

When you awoke the next day, your head felt like someone had taken a meat tenderizer to it. You pulled the blankets over your head, letting out a groan. You touched the sheets, they were not the ones you were used to falling asleep in. Slowly and hesitantly, you lifted the blankets from your head to see a room that was not yours, but was far from unfamiliar. You slapped your forehead, gritting your teeth at the splitting pain that shot through your skull.

"Wilbur." You whispered to yourself, guilt and shame rising up in you. Luckily, you felt your clothes still clinging to your body, so you hopefully hadn't done anything too damaging to your friendship. You took notice to the drawn curtains, glass of water, and pill bottle beside the bed as you sat up. Your heart warmed at his consideration. You reached over, taking a few of the pills and sipping lightly at the water for a bit.

If you were being completely honest with yourself, you knew you were avoiding facing him. Everything between your kitchen floor to Wilbur's bedroom was a blur, and you'd probably said and done some stupid things within that blur. You felt bad for having dumped yourself on him. You felt that you really didn't deserve him.

You huffed out a sigh, emptying the glass and swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. "Act like an adult for once in your life and own up to your actions, ya big baby." You scolded yourself, slowly rising to your feet and heading to the door.

You peeked out, wincing at the bright shine of sunlight that finally reached you. You made your way out of the room, heart twisting at the image of Wilbur halfway off the couch, snoring loudly, looking very uncomfortable. You walked over to him, debating on if you should wake him up or not. The guilt that bubbled up was enough to pull you from beside the couch and into the kitchen. The least you could do was make breakfast to repay him. There was a half empty glass of water on the table. You made your way around the kitchen sluggishly, getting ingredients and combining them.

"(Y/N)?" You jumped at the sound of your name at the entrance to the kitchen, nearly dropping the egg in your hand. You turned your head quickly to look at Wilbur, wincing at the piercing pain it caused. You placed a hand over your eyes, groaning at the feeling.

"Good morning." You cleared your throat as you spoke. You heard him chuckle and peeked through your fingers. You could tell he didn't have very restful sleep on the couch. His hair was messy and he had bags under his eyes. His voice was groggy and rough. He looked...extremely cute, all sleepy and disheveled. You blushed and mentally swatted away those thoughts as you turned back to the stove.

"You could have put me on the couch, you know." You spoke up, testing the waters of whatever the hell happened last night.

"Nah, I'm fine." He yawned as he walked up next to you, resting an elbow on your head. Your heart skipped a beat at his closeness, he was still warm with sleep.

"That couch can't be comfortable to sleep on."

"First you drive to my house in a drunken stupor, then you insult my couch, what next, my hair?" He clicked his tongue in a teasing manner.

"I drove here???" You said, mouth falling open. You groaned and hid your face in shame. "That's so reckless and dumb, I'm so sorry."

"Hey, don't sweat it. You can't go back and fix it now."

"I could've hurt someone, all because I can't handle my stupid ex getting engaged." You sighed, dragging your palms down your face and rubbing your temples.

"Well, you certainly shouldn't do it again, but your car looked undamaged so I don't think anything happened. Just...don't do that again. You could have gotten hurt." He put a hand on your shoulder and rubbed comforting circles into it with his thumb.

You nodded quickly. "Of course not! I don't normally drink that much, especially not when I'm alone. You know that." You glanced up at him and he flashed you a small smile, concern still in his eyes. The two of you finished making breakfast, joking back and forth. Soon enough you were sitting at the table, eating and chatting.

"So...I need to talk with you about something that happened last night." He finally spoke up, sliding his empty plate away and propping his head up on his hand.

"Uh oh." You got tense, sliding your plate away as well.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" He asked, tapping nervously at the table.

"Nothing from here." Your spit thickened in your mouth, bouncing your knee in an attempt to get the panicked energy out somewhere.

"Well...something happened, and I can't just pretend it didn't, but I don't know how to say it."

"Oh fuck, please don't tell me I did something embarrassing." You hid your face in your hands once more.

"Y-you didn't! Well, I mean...it depends on a lot." He reached over the table to put a comforting hand on your forearm, but pulled away quite quickly.

"Just tell me what I did." You groaned, just wanting this whole situation to end.

"Well, you..." He cleared his throat, hesitating and stalling, "you kissed me." He spoke each word slowly.

Your jaw went slack again, eyes wide and face hotter than the stove. "I...I kissed you?"

"Yeah. Twice." He rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks tinted pink.

"I-I'm so sorry! I'm such an idiot!" You slapped your forehead, regretting your decision to push him to tell you. "Gosh, I really just can't stop fucking up, can I?"

"O-oh...I mean- yeah." His voice sounded almost hurt. You pulled your hand away to see him staring into his hands, jaw tense and lips pressed into a thin line. He looked really upset, and suddenly you realized how bad what you said was.

"W-wait, no- shit, that's not what I- I mean- I didn't- I-" You let out a frustrated groan, dragging your hands down your face. "Is there something you want to know?"

"No, I think you already answered my question." He said, voice tight and strained.

"Ask me anyways, please?" You begged, hoping to salvage the situation. There was a moment of tense silence before he lifted his gaze to meet yours. His eyes were glossy and you automatically felt even guiltier. You moved your hands across the table to cover his, attempting to comfort him, but he tugged his hands away.

"How do you feel about me, (Y/N)?" His gaze burned into yours, making it impossible to tear your eyes away from his. You opened and closed your mouth multiple times, trying to find the words to explain how he made you feel.

"Wilbur, I..." You swallowed the lump in your throat, bringing your hands to your lap. Fuck it. "I don't know if I have ever loved someone as much as I love you."

His cheeks lit up with blush, and the hurt started to leak from his eyes. His lips parted slightly, taken aback by your sudden forwardness.

"I didn't mean k-kissing you was a mistake, I just...wish I didn't do it when I was drunk. I wish I could remember it, because- because I have thought about doing it so many times and the one time I get the guts to do it, I'm too intoxicated to even remember it and I hurt you and-and-" You spiraled into your thoughts, standing up and pacing the kitchen. You ran your fingers through your hair frustratedly, tugging at the strands on occasion.

"(Y/N), hey." he said your name and your heart stopped, along with your feet. He stood and walked over to you, placing his hands on your shoulders. "Calm down, you're going to give yourself a panic attack." He chuckled softly.

You stared at your feet, cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I never meant to hurt you, Wilbur...I just, don't want things to be awkward if you...don't feel the same."

"(Y/N)," He gently grabbed your chin and tilted your head up so that your eyes met once again, "you have no clue how long I've wanted to hear you say something like that." His eyes were full of something else, now. He leaned in, your faces nearing eachother.

"Y-you have?" You said, nearly breathless. He nodded, sliding the hand on your chin up to cup your cheek. Your noses we now touching, and you placed your hand over his.

"Are you sure I'm actually what you want, though? Are you really over...y'know...him? I don't want to just be a rebound." His eyes held worry along with longing. You nodded quickly in response.

"Wilbur, I've felt this way about you for a very long time. I just was too scared it would...I dunno, ruin our friendship? It sounds kinda dumb, now, but...I want you, and nothing else." The confession came easier with the heat of his touch. His eyes searched yours, looking for truth in your words.

He must have found it, because the next second he was pressing his lips to yours. You returned the kiss fervently, curling your fingers between his. His lips were soft and warm; they seemed to slot perfectly with yours, like they were made for each other. Fireworks exploded through your bloodstream. It had been ages since you felt so happy with a pair of lips moving against yours. A small sound left his throat and you pulled away to shoot him a grin.

"So, does this mean you'd want to go out on a date with me?" You teased, rubbing your nose against his.

He laughed warmly and pretended to think for a moment as he placed a hand on your hip. "Hmm, I guess so." Then, he leaned in to kiss you again.

#Wlbr #Hurt/comfort #Friends to lovers #CW: alcohol #CW: drunk driving

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uncertaininnit · 3 years

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Clingy duo headcanons for my dear anon Stella and also for me and my sanity and everyone else who wants them. P sure like none of these are completely original but like. I put my own brain into this. (Also I am listening to my huge amalgamation playlist of like every song I’ve likes since like 6th grade on shuffle so the tone of this may or my not be all over the fucking place) It’s important to remember I’m not a writer and so this is gonna sound awkward as FUCK. So.

My VERY FAVORITE Clingy duo headcanon to ever exist is the idea that they are very physical in their affection. Sometimes it just bubbles up in my mind randomly and I just grin stupidly. So here’s this.

(HOLY FUCK WHY AM I SO BAD AT DIALOUGE. GOOD STORIES HAVE DIOLOUGE AND I HUST FUCKING CANT)

I think maybe Tommy and Tubbo had met before this time?But idk so lets pretend not k-

(irl headcanon) When Tommy and Tubbo met for the first time, the hugged. Just a long hug. It was nice. They had known each other for YEARS, and were finally meeting in person. It was weird, seeing each other in person. Very awkward at first. But then Tubbo smiled his smile, the smile of Tommy’s best friend/ Tommy is put at ease, and practically lifted Tubbo up when he enveloped him in a hug.

(Jesus fuck, am I not a good writer this is so awkward um anyways)

Before Tommy asked Tubbo if he could stream on his computer, “for the vlog!”, they just talked. Tommy met Teagan and Lani, which was slightly awkward, and Tubbo ushered him into his room. They talked. Just about anything they would talk about normally. It was still weird at first, but as they slipped into the rhythm of their normal conversations, it felt the same. They were the same people.

(What even happened to physical affection lmao its harder to write it into irl ill do more when i say my shit for dsmp!clingyduo)

After Tommy kicked Tubbo’s PC and accidentally fucked up his stream, he felt terrible. He didn’t mean to fucking KICK Tubbo’s computer! He hadn’t wanted to make his first impression on Tubbo’s parents ‘the kid who broke their kid’s computer’! But the computer was fine. Tommy kept apologizing while they were trying to get it to turn on, worried about what Tubbo would think of him.

But of course, Tubbo is very very nice and forgiving and understanding. He put his hand on Tommy’s shoulder.

“Hey- Tommy,” he said, snapping Tommy out of his panicked spiral. “It’s fine! Why don’t we go to the beach or something? For the content?” He adds, nudging Tommy with a grin on his face. Tommy lets a relieved smile spread across his face as he grabs his phone, “Sure, big man.”

damn. that was bad. i cant write dialouge for the life of me. isnt this supposed to be headcanons? why dont i just write them like, i dunno, headcanons? anyway. dsmp time. maybe there wi;; actually be physical affection involved??? i really meant to write in shit i wanted but it didnt make sense like narrative wise

i dunno what the family dynamic is going to be? so i’ll vary. also cant fucking do bullet points on browser. fucking tumblr. anyways

the idea that tommy just found tubbo. playing in the park, in a box by the side of the road, chasing bees in a feild. he saw him and went ‘that boy looks like someone i want to go through EVERYTHING with. i want him.’ and just takes him as his own.

they are like 6 or something because baby duo awwwwwwe

“THIS BOY,” he grabs the boy in question’s hand, “IS WITH ME NOW.” He turns to beam at him and introduces himself. “HI! I’m Tommy!” Without missing a beat, the other boy introduces himself right back. “Hello! I’m Tubbo!”

He appeared to accept his fate as Tommy’s new best friend as he unlaced their fingers and went back to chasing around the bees. (I guess I took the idea of a field and ran w/ it lmao) Tommy furrowed his brow, trying to figure out why Tubbo wasn’t scared. Wilbur taught him to never provoke the bees, they could hurt him if he wasn’t careful. Normally he’s happy to jump into danger but he always listens to Wilbur when he’s serious. (hahahhaha sneaked some v sweet big bro wilbur into this)

“TUBBO?” Tommy yelled, “What are you doing?”

Tubbo ran back over, smiling. “Playing with the bees! I love bees.”

“But... can’t they sting you, with they asses? Aren’t you worried?”

Tubbo smiled, grabbing Tommy’s hand again. “They never sting me!” He giggled, dragging Tommy through the field. “Come on!”

Despite his former skepticism, Tommy lightened up and ran with Tubbo, as Wilbur, who had been giving slight supervision, grew worried. Eventually he was satisfied and got back to his book.

Tommy and Tubbo finally ran out of breath and tried to catch breaths through their fits of giggles. Tommy released Tubbo’s hand and INSATANTLY got stung by a bee. FUCK WAIT IN SATAN LY I FUCKING CANT SHDGJDBSBGD anyway

INSATANLYSHGF

As soon as Tommy released Tubbo’s hand a bee landed on him and just drove that pointed ass into his arm. “WHAT THE FUCK?!?????!?!?!???!?!!!?!??!?!” He yelled before bursting into tears.

Wilbur, suddenly alert as fuck, sprints over with his long-ass legs and bends down to comfort Tommy, only to find him buried in the arms of another little boy. The one he had been running with a minute ago. Tommy sobbed into the boy’s shirt and yelled, “WHAT THE FUCK! I THOUGHT YOU SAID THEY WOULDN’T STING!”

“I said they never stung ME before. I don’t know why they stung you. Does it hurt that badly?” Tubbo replied as Tommy hugged him tighter.

(the pov really said ---------------^^^^^^^^^^^^^--------, the ^ being a weird-ass change. we didnt need a singular paragraph from wilbur’s pov but oh well)

Wilbur kneeled down, “Oh come on, Tommy. It doesn’t hurt that bad. You’re just a fucking dramatic little bitch. Come on.” Wilbur grinned out an apology to Tubbo as he reached out to grab Tommy to try and get him home and composed.

Tommy ducked away, holding on to Tubbo tightly, and Tubbo giggled again and smiled up at Wilbur. “Can I come?”

“YEAH!” Tommy jumped up in excitement, “I WANT TUBBO TO COME WITH ME!”

Wilbur looked around, not seeing anyone who appeared to be in charge of Tubbo. It looked like he wasn’t going to be able to get Tommy to budge without bringing Tubbo along. He sighed.

Tommy and Tubbo linked arms and sang and they walked home. Tommy forgot almost instantly that he was ever stung, much to Wilbur’s annoyance.

adbhvejw they are so sweet. glad i figured out to write link halfway through. maybe its easier to write babyinnit and babybo. idk. anyway sorry this took so FUCKING long and here it is

#its so hard to write fluff when apex predator suddenly comes in #on*#may or may not be keeping a log of my music experience in the tags lmaooo #your sister was right... damn #WHAT A SWITCH LMAOOOO #ohh choke #good good song #still much angst #i dont really have many fluffy songs on this playlist #do i #i do not lmao #its either musical or fnaf or something else #idk man #to smile while you suffocate and die~#dude #right hand manhjfkds #man this sing used to be my favorite in hamilton #its still good #WHY DO I USE THE WORD AWKWARD SO MUCHHSDGFH #INCOMINGGGG #dude that like... noise #after the word incoming #that used to be the ONLY reason right hand man was my favorite #its just such a good fucking little noise #though the rest of the song is still pog as fuck #how th FUCK do you spell rythm #im gonna look it up #rhythm fucking unnessicary h #fucking h goddamn it #fucking newsies overture

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avellanas-nutty-empire · 4 years

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swedetober day 7

Axel had known you for quite a while. it had taken time for you to worm your way into his heart, but mission accomplished. One thing he is constantly reminding himself of is how fragile you are. Compared to his brothers, you are glass. To continue the analogy, you are a color tinted glass flower. every bead of light that lands on you, you turn into something wonderful. You bless his life with color like he’s never know.

But what’s most remarkable, is how it affects more than just him. Otto and Oscar love you dearly. When you’re not with him, Otto is doing a puzzle with you or you’re playing with the cats with Oscar. On this day, you were prepping dinner since Axel got home late. He walked in the house to find you at the stove while Oscar pet the cats, the three of you having a discussion about something.

Upon setting his stuff down, Axel made his way over to you, placing his hands on your waist. His brothers seemed to fade in the distance.

"Smells good, love" He whispers in your ear, pressing you up against his chest. You giggle at his behavior, leaning into him and resting your head on his shoulder as you manage the food.

"Its almost done. Why dont you go get the plates?" Instead of doing that however, Axel wraps his hands around your waist, leaning his chin on your shoulder to look down at the half cooked fish in the pan. After a moment of the hug, you gently nudge him.

"Axel..." The moment his grip loosens, your body goes stiff and cracks. Suddenly you're a broken glass statue, pieces falling to the floor as they turn into grains of sand. As horror stinks into his heart, so does sand into his shoes. The irritation of the small grains oddly distinctive for the situation.

With a heavy breath in, Axels eyes burst open to the darkness of your shared bedroom. The tingling of his feet falling asleep helps to ground him. That and your body limp on top of his chest, soft breaths ghosting his skin. It was just a dream. He reassures himself, tightening his grip on your waist.

Axel wraps his other arm around you. You stirr in your sleep, burrowing deeper into his hold. He takes your movement as a sign to tighten his grip again. Still shaky from the dream, he lets out shuttered breaths as you press further into his body. A hand finds your hair, cradling the shape of your head in the crook of his neck. Axel presses his check to your head and try's to relax, letting the pins and needles in his feet dwindle to nothing. She’s here. She’s not going anywhere....

Soon enough sunlight starts seeping through the window, allowing Axel to properly view your resting figure. He spends a moment simply enjoying looking at you. When you stirr awake, you let out a huffy breath and sink deeper into his form again.

"I never want to leave..." You mumble, causing the mans heart to pang. Baby, I would let you. We could stay here till the end of time if you want.

"Don’t tempt me" He replies, also wishing to never move from your grasp. You both sigh as your grip tightens on each other, insuring the other you arent going anywhere. Cuddles could get serious between you two. In moments like these, it's easy for you both to get lost in the security the other provides. Throughout the rest of the day however, Axel does not lessen up.

He insists to be in some sort of physical contact with you almost the entire day. The exception being bathroom usages. You notice this the entire day as he longed for your attention like a lost puppy, glancing at things with a look of reminisce. About halfway through the day you decide to address the situation. End credits of the movie played, and you leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder.

"Hey" You whispered in his ear.

"Yes, love?" He responds, looking down at you softly.

"What's been going on with you?" You ask. Knowing the question might prompt aversion, you snuggle deeper into him to let the man know you're not gonna disappear out of nowhere. True to your assumption, Axel does stiffen a bit at your words. oh fuck she doesn't like me anymore fuck this is it I’ve lost my brothers and now her fuck shit god damn it why- Seeing his panic, you turn your body to straddle his lap. Cupping his face in your hands you look deep into his eyes. “Baby, if you hold glass too tight its gonna crack and break too” You gently rub your thumbs over his cheeks to reassure him. “Lets talk, love. I'm not going anywhere”

“My light...” Axel takes a sharp breath in, opting for one of the more unique nicknames you have for each other. He reaches up to grasp one of your wrists.

"What happened, baby?" Unable to respond, he takes a shuddered breath in. You look at him with concern as his eyes start to water, and move to kiss his forehead. You pepper his face with reassuring kisses as the tears start to fall. Axel wraps his arms around you, pressing you up to his chest as you sink into his form, allowing your hands to dangle off the back of the couch. "It doesn’t have to be specific..." You plead.

"I had a dream..." He shudders, grip loose with insecurity yet strong enough to never let you go. You hum against his neck, prompting him to continue. "...you... broke like glass... and turned to sand"

Talking has always been hard for him. He’s fortunate enough that his brothers followed suit, but.... he already almost lost you to not talking. That coulden’t happen again - you mean too much to him. Talking is not as hard as losing you, he's found out. So he told you about his dream; how much he misses his brothers, and how much he loves you.

"Tell me one good thing about the dream" you ask after a while.

"...You got a long well with my brothers. They liked you" He said. Axel was quite certain that, if Oscar and Otto still walked this earth, they would like you. He clung to the notion like he clung to you through the day - and as the conversation progressed, anxiety eased away. Talking was Definitely easier than losing you.

#swedetober #the swedes #axel #axel swede #the swedes axel #axel the swedes #avellanahablando #grrrr im so upset this accidentaly got posted early but here u go

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dobrikthot · 5 years

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A big surprise

Plot: (y/n) finds out she's pregnant and surprises david , who then surprises the vlog squad

Lately (y/n) had not been feeling well, she would feel nauseous and light headed often, she started to hate her favorite foods. (Y/n) wasn’t sure what was wrong, she knew the symptoms but she didn’t think she was pregnant, there was no way. Her and David would use protection, so she threw it off as just a stomach bug that would go away, but it didn’t. things kept on getting worse and worse as time went by. (Y/n) finally realized it could be true when she got a notification that her period was late, it had been a day or two late before due to stress, but she was a week late. (Y/n) walked into Natalie’s room while David was filming with Carly and Erin for a few hours, she tapped the door lightly “Hey Nat?” (Y/n) asked. Natalie looked up from her phone at (Y/N) and smiled “Hey (Y/n) whats up?” she asked as she put down her phone. (Y/n) shifted her stance “Do you think you could do me a really big favor?” she asked nervously, “Yeah anything, you okay?” Natalie questioned noticing (y/n)s behavior. “Im not really sure,so i need you to get me a pregnancy test” (Y/n) bit her lip as Natalies eyes widened “oh shit yeah of course, ill quickly run out, is there anything else you need?” Natalie asked as she grabbed her keys and wallet. “No, that’s the only thing “thank you so much Nat” (Y/n) sighed as Natalie came up and hugged her “Of course, i promise ill be right back” she said as she let go of (Y/n) and left to the nearest convenient store. (Y/n) paced back and forth in the bathroom constantly checking the time hoping Natalie would be back soon. When Natalie came back (Y/n) instantly took the test, her and Natalie waited until the timer went off on Natalie’s phone, (Y/n) walked into the bathroom, taking a deep breath as she picked up the text and seeing what it said.

Pregnant

Natalie walkes towards the bathroom and she stood in the door way "well?" She asked, as (y/n) stood there in shock. "Im pregnant" (y/n) whispered still staring at the test in disbelief, natalie gasped and instantly went over to hug her. "I cant believe it" (y/n) said as she hugged natalie, "how do you feel?" Natalie asked pulling away a bit and looking at her. (Y/n) let out a shaky sigh "im really happy, trust me i am, ive always wanted this but, Nat how will David respond? We're still so young what if he isnt happy?" (Y/n) began to tear up as natalie pulled her in closer. "(Y/n) David loves you with everything he has, i dont doubt that he'll be happy to find out hes going to be a dad" Natalie comforted (y/n) as she cried lightly and tried to calm her down. It would only be an hour later that David would get home from filming to find (y/n) laying in bed. David smiled instantly when he saw her "hey baby" he said as he walked over and laid next to her. "Hey babe, how was your day?" She asked cuddling up to him, David wrapped his arm around her and sighed " it was good, i got a lot of footage for the next vlog but i still need a lot more. (y/n) bit her lip " i think i know what you can do to fill up that time" she looked at david who smirked "yeah and what would that be baby?" He chuckled. (Y/n) laughed a little "how about a surprise?" she suggested, David hummed as he thought about the idea "alright but what would this surprise be?" He asked. (Y/n) paused and sat up a bit before looking at david "that im pregnant" she stated, Davids eyes went wide as he sat up " holy shit , are you serious? Like deadass this isnt a joke?" He ran his hands through his hair. (Y/n) smiled slightly " deadass bub" she said, starting to tear up, David instantly pulled her in for a hug starting to cry a bit "holy shit, holy shit im gonna be a dad" he pulled away and cupped her face "we're gonna have a baby" he kissed her. David pulled away " are you sure you want that to be the surprise? Telling everyone?" He asked for clarification. (Y/n) smiled wide " of course, and i have the perfecr idea as to how" she giggled. That night everyone in the group got a text from David saying to come over friday for a giant celebration party.

Friday night arrived sooner than expected, people would be over in about 5 minutes and the party would begin. (Y/n) looked at herself in the mirror, she was wearing a black dress that accented her form and she lightly curled her hair. You couldnt tell she had a baby bump in the dress so it was perfect to wear. David walked into the bedroom and smiled wide "wow, you look stunning" he said as he walked up behind (y/n) and wrapped his arms around her. (Y/n) giggled "thank you dave, you dont look to bad yourself" she smiled at him in the mirror. David looked at his phone before putting it back " its time, are you ready for this big surprise?" He asked as she laughed "ready as ill ever be" (y/n) replied as the pair walked out . People showed up minute by minute, the house started to become a bit crowded until groups started to migrate. People hanging in the living room, people dancing, people in the kitchen , and some people just in the backyard. It wasnt until halfway through thr night David called everyone into the living room. David and (y/n) stood infront of the group as David turned on the mic "Hows everyone doing tonight?" He asked getting a variation of screams back in response. "Sick! Now we called you here to have a celebration but didnt say why" david said as zane excalimed "yeah what the fuck!" Laughter burst out within the group. "Well theres something we've been meaning to tell you" david said as he handed (y/n) the mic " we're having a baby!" She yelled, the group immediately screaming. Variations of "oh my god " to "holy shit" to "congratulations" the group was extremely happy for the two. However, no one could be happier than (y/n) and David and the tiny them that was soon to come.

#david dobrik imagine #david dobrik fanfiction #david dobrik x you #david dobrik x reader #david dobrik #david dobrik x y/n #vlog squad one shot #vlog squad imagines #vlog squad imagine #vlog sqaud

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kpop---scenarios · 5 years

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Deception

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Much to your surprise your felt the opposite of disgust from Jooheon’s words. You were excited, for the first time in a while you were needed and semi wanted, even if it wasn’t in the best way, you still were. You’d finished your breakfast, but you didn’t know how you managed to concentrate on eating when Jooheon’s fingers traced your upper thigh constantly. You’d try to shoo him away, not wanting to be a dripping mess all day but he didn’t care.

He slips his hand inbetween your legs, leaving his hand just high enough for you to feel the heat radiating off his palm but not high enough to touch your sensitive areas. You let out a small annoyed groan. You hated being teased. Right after the sound escaped your lips you remembered you were surrounded by 6 other men who stared at you, curiously.

“I don’t have anything to wear tonight” you coughed, covering up the touches.

“It’ll be taken care of.” Shownu tells you with a nod. “Be ready for 9pm" he says, walking away from the table.

Looking at the clock it was only 10:30am, so you went to one of the three places you’re allowed, the living room. Sitting down you grabbed the remote to get lost in a drama. Halfway through the first episode you were joined by a skinny blonde haired man, you were pretty sure his name was Minhyuk.

“What are you watching?” he asked you.

“Strong Girl Bong-Soon" you answer, eyes never leaving the screen.

“Ah that’s a good one" he says. You were about to answer when you were both distracted by loud footsteps coming into the room.

“Min, we gotta go" Kihyun yells, gun in his hand. Minhyuk quickly jumps up, pulling a gun from the back waistline of his pants.

“Get in Wonho's room and don’t come out until someone gets you" Changkyun growls before following the other two out. You sat there shocked for a moment, until you heard more gunshots. You scrambled off the couch, racing to the stairs before locking yoursnothing Wonho's room. You ran to the little nook between the wall and your bed, hiding away.

It felt like hours before the gunshots stopped. In reality it had only been a few minutes. You were terrified. You didn’t know if one of them had been killed or if all of them had been. You panicked a little more at the sound of your doorknob rattling. You squeezed yourself in the corner as much as you could as the person on the other side worked ferociously to unlock your door.

Once they got it, the door swung open, hitting the wall. You held your breath, scolding yourself for making the smallest movement. You wanted to close your eyes so badly but you couldn’t. You had to know who is was.

You heard nothing but the sound of a breathy chuckle.

“Found you" a man with a gold tooth smiles. You let out a blood curdling scream at the sight of the man with a gun. “I was wondering what my men meant when they said MX took a girl home. They don’t do that unless it’s to torture them. Or fuck them and then kill them. But you’ve seemed to have them wrapped around your fingers” he says, eyes never leaving yours.

“I-I.. n-no I d-dont" you stutter, terrified of the man.

“Well we’ll see how they react when they find your lifeless body in here" he chuckles, reaching out to grab your hair and yank you towards him.

“Please don’t" you screamed, kicking your legs in an attempt to escape from the man.

“Shut up bitch" he growled, slapping you hard in the face before releasing your hair. Just as he was about to give you a good swift kick to your ribs, theres a gunshot and he collapses to the floor, groaning in pain and holding his lef. You then look up to see Jooheon standing there, tucking his gun away before walking over to you.

You sat there with your knees pulled up to your chest as Jooheon kneels infront of you.

“Are you okay baby?” he asks, cupping your cheek in his hand. You wince at the warmth of his hand against your sore cheek.

“Did he hit you?” He growls. A tear rolls down your cheek as your nod your head yes.

Looking back at it, Jooheon can see the bruise starting to form and the blackness around your eye.

Before you can even stand up the other 6 men are standing in the doorway. “Take him to the basement" Jooheon says, his eyes not leaving your face. Wonho and Hyungwon grab the man, dragging him away.

You refuse to look anyone in the eyes, ashamed of the giant bruise forming on your face.

“Did he touch her?” Shownu asks.

“Hit her in the face" Jooheon answers.

“I’m going to fucking kill him" Shownu snaps before stalking off, you can only assume he’s headed for the basement as well.

“I’m fine you guys" you say, head still hanging down.

“Look at us" Kihyun says.

Silently you raise your head, looking at each man very quickly. None of them say anything before exiting the room with an angered look on their faces.

“Get in the tub, relax and have a nap. We’ve got some stuff to deal with before tonight” Jooheon says before leaving a kiss on your good cheek and leaving.

After sometime soaking in the tub, icing your face and sleeping for atleast 5 hours, it was now time to get ready for your first mission tonight. To say you were nervous was a giant understatement.

Shownu had gone over everything with you already. You were to arrive without them as one of the ladies for tonight. You were to wait in the VIP room by the door and greet their “friend” when he arrived. Kihyun would be watching with a sniper from a vantage point. Wonho would be outside of the room as a bodyguard. Jooheon and Changkyun would be there with Shownu closing the deal. Hyungwon and Minhyuk would be patrolling the rest of the club, weapons on hand to make sure nothing was to go down.

He assured you that you would be more than safe. Although they hadn’t known you for long, they all were very fond of you and wouldn’t let anything to happen to you. Their baby, he called you. You smiled at the memory of him calling you that. It had made you feel special.

Luckily for you, they’d called in a professional makeup artist to work on your face since you had no make up here and couldn’t show up with a giant bruise over half your face. The minute she stepped away from you and you looked in the mirror you were shocked. She had given you a smokey eye with a deep red lipstick. The bruise was not noticeable in the slightest and you felt beautiful. You thanked her over and over again before she left so you could get dressed. The only dress hanging in the closet was one even you would likely wouldn’t wear. It was extremely short, tight and strapless. You could almost see your ass cheeks when you walked. You weren’t going to complain though. You only had to grind on the guy and pretend to be interested until he agreed to Shownu’s terms and you were pretty confident you’d be able to handle it.

The boys had already left, talking about how they needed to be there before you, so none had seen you quite yet. You twiddle your thumbs the entire 25 minute car ride back to the club. The closer you got the more nervous you were. You’d tried to calm yourself but it didn’t work overly well.

The car parked at the back entrance of the club and your driver got out to open the door for you. You stepped out in your red Louis Vuitton pumps and walked into the building with confidence.

You’d remembered all the director Shownu gave you and mentioned you’d see Wonho at the end of the hallway. Strutting your stuff, you walked towards him with a little sway in your hips, your nerves completely gone now.

You smirked as you watched his eyes trail your body. He leans in close to you, and gives you a quick slap on the ass before opening the door for you.

The second that door opens, Changkyun, Shownu and Jooheon turn their heads to look at you. Each one with a dirty look on their face and lust in their eyes.

“He’s not here yet baby" Changkyun smirks before patting his knee for tou to sit on. Before you can sit down, you hear 2 knocks at the door, Wonho’s signal that he had showed up.

It was show time.

You stood next to the mans chair as the door was opened for him. The three men stood and bowed as the man bowed back to him. He sits down in the chair before smiling up at you.

“Well hello there" he smirks. “what’s you’re name?” he asked. Shownu had told you to make sure you gave a fake name.

“Hyuna" you smiled with a bow.

“Fetch me a drink and then come sit on my lap" he says to you. You quickly make your way to the bar getting his drink before getting as comfortable as you could on his lap.

You did everything you could to make sure you were doing a good enough job with your part. You stroked his face, wiggled your ass in his lap, nibbled on his earlobe. Anytime you did anything remotely sexual the men tensed up, they were always watching. Their eyes almost shot from their heads rhe moment he began rubbing your thigh. You thought they were going to kill him right there.

“Well I think we can make a deal. Why don’t you excuse us darling. Let the men work now" he says almost pushing you off his lap. Before you can leave the man harshly slaps your ass.

Wonho closes the door behind you and now you feel like you can finally breathe.

“You okay baby?” he asks, resting his hand on your lower back.

“Yeah. I just need a drink and the bathroom. And then a long fucking shower to scrub the stench of his nasty hands off of me" you shudder. Wonho let’s out a chuckle before watching you walk down the hallway, definitely checking out your ass.

Stepping out of the bathroom stall, you turn on the water to begin washing your hands. The door to the bathroom bursts open, scaring you into spraying water all over the bathroom.

You look up to see Jooheon standing there, his eyes dark and needy. He slowly walks towards you, causing you to step back until you’re trapped against the wall.

“I wanted to tear him apart while he was touching you" he growled into your ear. His hands reach down to touch your thighs, slipping his fingers under your dress as you spread your legs slightly for him.

“No panties baby? You’re a naughty girl. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this” he says, gliding his fingers across your pussy.

“Please give me more” you whine as you buck your hips towards Jooheon’s already erect cock.

“This is going to have to be quick baby" he smirks, unbuckling his belt and sliding down his pants just enough to allow his cock to spring free. It wasn’t as thick as Wonho’s but you were dripping at the sight of the length.

“Please fuck me daddy" you moan, jumping up to wrap your legs around his waist. Jooheon lines himself up with your entrance, but instead of easing his way in, he rams his cock inside of you. He quickly pulls back out and thrusts back in, giving you no time to adjust.

He wasn’t lying when he said it needed to be quick.

Jooheon had angled himself in the perfect position to be able to have your clit rub up against him as he fucked you against the wall ruthlessly.

“You’re such a dirty little alut aren’t you?” he growled, pounding himself inside you again.

“Yes daddy, I’m such a slut” you cry as you bounce on his cock, your breasts had fallen out of your dress. Jooheon leans forward, taking one in his mouth to suck on, never slowing his pace.

“Cum for me you dirty slut" he barks. His harsh words quickening your orgasm, the knot getting tighter and tighter with every harsh thrust.

“I said cum whore” he grunted, his thrusts becoming sloppy as his need to cum grows stronger.

“Fuck daddy" you cry out, grabbing onto your breasts to squeeze as your eyes roll back into your head from the overwhelming sensation of the release.

“Cum in my pussy daddy" you cry out.

“Only of you’re going to walk around with my cum in your for the rest of the night" he growls at you.

“Anything you want” you whisper. And with those words, Jooheon releases himself into you, his seed spilling and coating your walls.

Jooheon pulled out of you, and put you back on the ground. You fixed your dress and your makeup the best you could before he grabbed your hand to lead you out of the bathroom. With every step you took, you could feel his cum slide down your legs.

You stopped walking, pulling him to you. “I don’t like how this feels" you whisper in his ear. Jooheon lets out a small chuckle.

“Let’s get you home and cleaned up” he says, pulling you through the crowd and through the front doors.

You finally felt happier than you had in a long time and safe. But little did you know, there were a pair of eyes that had their sights set on you.

And they would stop at absolutely nothing to get to you.

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uno-reverse-fic · 4 years

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Chapter 15

Lunch had come and gone quickly, and you didn't get a chance to eat because Iida and Ochaco stuck to Izuku like glue. Though even if you did get the opportunity to eat you probably would have refused it. And so here you were, sitting in Izuku's desk, starving and utterly bored. Everything was going fine until you heard two words slip out of your teacher's mouth.

"fight training." You were not going to let Izuku leave you in his backpack all afternoon, like Katsuki had done. As the room cleared out Midoriya slid his hand in his desk and twisted his fingers lightly around you. He placed you on top of the desk, sliding a few books to the corner to shield you from view in case anyone came into the classroom.

"I'm coming with you. Whether you like it or not." You told him with the most stubborn and intimidating look could muster.

"But it's dangerous! You could get killed!" He said, trying not to sound to pessimistic.

"I'll stay in the locker room then. You can leave me with your stuff."

"I-I dont know..."

"Izuku, I am not allowing you to leave me here alone. Im coming with you, even if it means I have to stay in a sweaty disgusting boys locker room. No offense."

"Fine... but you have to do as I say, for safety reasons, okay?"

"Okay." He slid you back into his blazer pocket and ran to catch up with the rest of the group. The boys locker room was set up similar to the girls, with one large room and two smaller rooms off to the side, which were also lined with lockers and contained benches. Lucky for you the only doors were to the bathroom and the outside, which gave you plenty of room to do some exploration in your downtime. Midoriya went off to the smaller room to the right and picked a top locker in the corner. He took off his blazer and placed it inside before closing the locker. You climbed out of the pocket, only to be met with an echoing sound.

"Oi Deku! What are you doing here?!"

"Oh uh sorry Kacchan" you heard the green-haired boy reply before opening the locker and grabbing his blazer, accidentally leaving you. He closed the locker halfway before leaving and heading towards the left room. You were left behind again, this ordinarily would have angered you beyond belief, but there was a certain firecracker who just so happened to choose the locker directly next to the one you were in. And what made matters worse was that the locker was completely empty, leaving you in clear eye-shot of Bakugo, and leaving him in clear eye-shot of you. He slid off his shirt and set off those common teen girl hormones in your brain, making you turn a bright shade of red. You curled up in the corner of the locker and pulled your t-shirt over your face. You were blushing so hard you could feel it, and the fact that it was over Katsuki, the one person you hated most at the moment, made everything worse. He finally pulled on his hero-costume top, as well as his grenade-gauntlets, and left. Soon after Midoriya frantically burst into the room and opened the locker he had accidentally left you in.

"I-I'm so sorry. I thought you were still in my blazer pocket... is everything ok?"

"Y-yea..." you stuttered awkwardly. You looked up at him with your already flushed face, and the teen hormones kicked in again.

"Are you blushing?"

"Yup. I'll give you one guess why,"

"Lets see... teenage girl in a teenage boy locker room..." he looked at you with an 'are you serious' expression, before he scooped you up again and placed you on the ground next to the rest of his stuff.

"I'll be back soon." He said before standing up and walking away. And thats when you made one of the stupidest decisions you have ever made. You crept to the wall and peered around it to see if anyone was there, and just as you had hoped everyone had left. You started walking around a bit, but it took you quite a long time to get to the other side of the main room. Despite there being lockers, only Tenya used them, so there were clothes all over the locker room floor in piles to designate who's is who's. You sat down on top of a blazer to take a bit of a break, and thats when things went downhill even more. You heard shouting outside the door, you whipped your head towards it only to see Bakugo burst through it. In a panic you quickly dove into one of the blazer pockets in hope that you could stay out of his view as he stormed in your direction. And to your horror you felt the blazer being lifted into the air.

"I'm going to kill all of those idiots one of these days..." you heard him growl. He walked into the right room and laid the blazer down on the ground next to the lockers, a perfect place for you to hide under so you could sneak back to Izuku's bag. You slipped out of the pocket and kept low to the ground, you quickly darted under the lockers and pressed yourself as close to the wall as possible. You caught your breath for a minute before turning to run to safety. You went as fast as your legs could carry you and with your absolutely horrible luck you kicked a pencil and stubbed your toe. The pencil went farther than you expected and made a louder sound than you hoped for.

"What the-" Katsuki's head darted quickly in the direction of the noise and to your dismay he started walking over to investigate. You ran for cover behind one of the legs of a locker and tried your best to hold back a scream of agony from the pain in your foot. He knelt down and peered under the lockers, and you mentally cursed as he reached his hand under to see if he could feel anything. Your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest at any given minute, you were so close to being caught.

"Nothing. I'm starting to hallucinate aren't I?" He pulled away and sat down on the bench.

"Why... why did I have to do that. Why did she have to look at me like that. She's probably dead somewhere and its all my fault." Before he could continue the rest of the 1-A guys burst into the locker room.

"Bakubro! Is everything good?"

"Yea just shut up dumb hair." You snuck back over to Midoriya's bag after Bakugo left. Izuku walked in and rushed over to you, taking off his gloves and gently scooping you up in his hands. He placed you in a locker before changing. He pulled the locker open again and looked at you with concern.

"Was everything ok while I was gone? Kacchan god mad and stormed off back here did he see you?" he said as he placed you into his open palm.

"I'm fine, he had no idea I was here." That wasn't exactly completely true, but you didn't want Midoriya to worry too much. He slipped you back into his blazer pocket and the rest of the day carried on. Before dinner Izuku was watching TV and talking with Todoroki, Iida, Ochaco, Tsuyu, Momo, and the Bakusquad. The news report from the other day came on and everyone froze.

"Hey wasn't that the guy we were fighting the other day?" Ochaco asked.

"The one who used his quirk on Deru? Yea thats him." Momo chimed in.

"So thats the guy. He looks edgy." Mina commented. Then the quirk explanation came on and the atmosphere of the entire conversation stiffened. The woman spoke,

"His quirk gives him the ability to manipulate the size of anything he touches, however the effect doesn't sink in for about 24 hours, after something has been affected by his quirk it will stay like that until he removes the effect himself."

"Holy crap... I was right to check in the drawer wasn't I?!" Kaminari screeched. He looked Bakugo dead in the eyes and then began a mad dash to his dorm room. Bakugo leapt over the couch and sprinted towards the staircase with Kaminari, and Mina right behind him, followed by everyone else. You curled up in Izuku's sweatshirt pocket, slightly scared of what was to come. Everyone piled into the room, by the time Izuku had gotten there Ashido, Denki, and Sero were tearing the place apart. Iida and Kirishima had to physically restrain Bakugo to keep him from attacking them, and Ochaco had to get the meme trio to stop destroying Katsuki's dorm. When everyone finally calmed down Mina and Kirishima began explaining everything that they had seen, from you first getting sick right up until now.

"So we immediately assumed that Deru is somewhere in this room." Kaminari said.

"Well your wrong. I told you already that I saw her go pack some stuff up and leave." Katsuki spat.

"Well lets call her then." Mina said, pulling out her phone which rang but then went to voicemail.

"Hello you've reached the voicemail of Surō Deru. She is either busy or doesn't want to talk to you, please don't leave a message at the beep *BEEP*"

"She didn't answer. Time to go look through her room!" Kaminari said. As the group traveled towards your dorm room Iida lectured them on the fact that they shouldn't go snooping through someone else's things. Kirishima opened the door to your room and a slight feeling of sadness fell over you as the smell of your room surrounded you. The light switch was turned on, Kirshima and Mina both locked eyes onto two things, your phone, and your crocs.

"She left her phone here, thats odd isn't it, Bakugo." Mina shot, only adding to his fury.

"Her bro-crocs... HER BRO-CROCS! SHE NEVER LEAVES WITHOUT THEM!" Kirishima exclaimed.

"Well I don't have her. Can I leave now." Bakugo said.

"So wherever she is she's shoeless and phoneless." Mina said ignoring Katsuki's plea to leave. After a bit more interrogation, they gave up on Bakugo and left. Midoriya stuck around in your dorm room afterwards, shutting the door after everyone was gone. His fingers wrapped lightly around you as he pulled you out of his pocket. He sat down on your bed and placed you beside him. You looked around at the room, and everything in it, towering above you, freedom had been so close only about a day ago.

"It's nice, your room I mean." Izuku spoke, causing you to look up at him.

"Thanks..." he placed his open palm next to you and you climbed on. As he slipped you back into his sweatshirt pocket you felt happy, and for the first time in a while a genuine smile spread across your face.

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wolfstar-genderfluid-bitch · 4 years

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Okay so this is Part 2 of the Wolfstar fanfic 'Under the morning sun'. I hope you enjoy.

Sirius didn't know what to do. The moment he walked out of that room, he told James and Peter not to go up there yet and then went on his way to the grounds.

Remus was in love with him. In love with him. He didn't quite know what to feel. Although the entire day was starting to make a bit more sense. But it wasnt like Remus to lash out. Remus would usually hide this and berate himself about it; beating up his bed was a new low. And Lily was there. Of all people Lily!?!? He could have told him himself. But Lily?! She was unexpected.

He went over to the lake and kicked the rock hard. It hurt but he continued until the rock was in pieces. He then sat down with his head in his hands. Tears crept up and dripped down. He hardly ever cried.

Dorcas spotted him from across the grounds and ran over, concerned. She sat down next to him, put her arm around him and held his hair back to stop it getting too wet.

"Sirius what happened?" She said after a minute of listening to Sirius' sobbing, "I've never seen you cry, come on, talk to me."

Sirius let out a sniff before turning to look at her, "Remus....Remus loves me. And I don't know what to do. He was so angry. Like properly angry, he punched his bed so much that it got broken to pieces,"

Dorcas let a gasp escape. Everyone knew that Remus didn't do that over nothing. She gave herself a second and then started to talk.

"Okay so let's break this up. Maybe Remus is angry at himself. For letting this happen. And maybe hes upset because you have a girlfriend and hes jealous. Oh, dont look at me like that, it's very obvious. And maybe just maybe he lost control and had to do something. He couldnt tell you. I mean look what happened. Lily is the best option. She doesn't judge easily and can help, she really can. And maybe you need to figure this out before you talk to him. Like what do you feel towards him? What is he to you?" Dorcas said, in a very soft voice.

Sirius took a moment to think. Dorcas was right. In every possible way. Remus had had a lot of bad things happen not just lately but in his whole life. Him getting a girlfriend would just be the cherry on top. Of course he'd lash out. Lily would help. She cares about Remus just as much as his did.

The only thing that was really bothering him were the questions. What did he feel for Remus? What was he to him? He didn't know.

" I'm not sure. I mean hes really cute and hes really amazing. He folds his socks, god dammit! How do you fold socks?!?! And when I look at him I feel safe and happy and dont get me started on actually knowing him, hes not just pretty face y'know. Hes kind and hes smart and loyal and brave and he shares his chocolate with me, even though he absolutely loves it. I hate it when he bites his fingernails and claws at his skin. And he might seem to hate us sometimes but you can tell he loves us, it's in his eyes, his beautiful amber eyes. And when he crawls into bed with me after a nightmare and -omg I love him!" Sirius said.

Dorcas grinned. She couldnt help it. Sirus Black, the outcast heir to the most ancient and Noble house of Black was in love with a half-blood (and little did she know it a werewolf).

"Well in love you are, though I didn't quite catch that on video. Now, what are we going to do about it?"

"I'll tell him, I'll tell him myself. Whether Lily or Prongs or Wormtail or you or Marlene or even Reg or Snape are in the room to witness it," he said defiantly.

"Well chin up, let's go!! And I'm definitely going to be there. Just so you know," Dorcas said, pulling Sirus up by his robes and running with him up to the castle.

When they were halfway up the steps to the Gryffindor tower, Mia bumped into them.

"Oops sorry, babe" she said.

"Ah shit," Dorcas muttered.

"Um Mia, please dont be upset about this but I've got to break up with you. I- I love someone else, I'm so sorry," Sirius blurted.

Mia took a step back, eyes shining with new tears. She grabbed her books and said, " Oh, well okay then. It wasnt that big of a relationship or anything like that, well sorry, bye," and then she was off.

They paused a moment and then they were off again.

"That was a shit way to break up with someone Black," Dorcas said, while running up the last set of stairs.

"I know, I know but what was i supposed to do???"

"Good point."

They were bursting into the common room now not listening to the shouts coming their way as they ran up the stairs to his dorm.

Sirius burst through the door, Dorcas on his heels as he realised he didn't really know what he was going to say.

It didn't end up being a bother because as soon as he saw Remus he immediately went up to him and kissed him, right in front of everyone (Peter and James had been comforting Remus while Lily was there as well).

It came as a surprise to Remus but after the initial shock had worn down he allowed himself to kiss back, his hands raking through Sirius' hair.

When they pulled apart he smiled.

"So you dont hate me?"

"Of course not Moony, why would I?"

"Well it's a lot to handle,"

"I kicked a rock to pieces, cried, sobbed to Dorcas and then ran up here, I think I handled it pretty well considering I didn't kill anyone," Sirius said smirking.

Remus rolled his eyes," Of course you didn't kill anyone, who was I to have thought that Snivellus would be dead by now?" He said sarcastically, smirking right back.

"MARLENE WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?!? YOU MISSED IT!! OH AND YOU OWE ME TEN GALLEONS!" Dorcas shouted down the stairs at a Marlene running at full pelt.

"I what- oh. Shit wished I hadn't made that bet now, I also wish I hadn't had gotten a detention," Marlene said as she entered and saw the scene around her.

"Oh yeah, speaking of bets, it's a Tuesday. I won. Gimme," Lily said, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay would you mind telling me what the hell is going on and what I missed," James said as Dorcas gave Marlene 10 galleons and Marlene and Dorcas gave Lily a combined amount of 10 galleons.

"Oh we made bets."

"On what?"

"When these two would get together,"

"YOU WHAT!?!?" James and Sirius shouted at the same time.

"We made bets on when these two would get together, are you deaf. It was easy to tell! Dont look at us like that! We notice more than you do!" Lily said.

Remus and Sirius laughed. What a mess.

It took a while for Peter to come round to the relationship, not because he was disgusted at the 2 boys but because they were his best friends and friends dating is such an ew.

When he finally did though, he saw what their relationship was. It was a series of ups and downs, twists and kicks, melodramaticism and sarcasm but through everything real love. Pure love. A bond that nothing could match.

Half the time they were touching. The entire common room had to ready themselves for the sight of them snogging or flirting and very often they did. They held hands, slept in the same bed, ruffled their hair, everything and anything.

Mornings were no longer resigned to thinking through Remus' big crush, but to spending the time with each other, smoking, drinking tea, eating chocolate, reading. It was the best part if either of their days.

The first day they actually said I love you to each other was during the sunrise, fluffy clouds outlining the orange and pink, the sun shining in its golden, half state.

They were sitting on the window ledge, smoking and looking out when Sirius just thought, nothing could be more perfect.

Because in that moment, Sirius had everything he wanted. He had friends, he had a life, he had hopes and he had the boy sitting in front of him. Nothing could be better. There was no war, no gryffindor vs slytherin games, nothing except the bit sitting in front of him and the overwhelming love he felt for him.

"I love you, Moons," he said, twirling his cigarette in his hand.

Remus smiled, he was truly happy. He still had the wolf, he still had the monster inside of him, but it didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered other than the boy in front of him and suddenly, under the morning sun, he felt the strongest surge of love.

"I love you too, Pads,"

They kissed for a moment and then sat in a blissful silent, happy and content, under the morning sun.

So that's the end of the series, I really hope you liked it. I really tried.

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ultsracha · 5 years

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Friends to Lovers w/ Eric (tbz)

Request: Anon - Ok uuuh I’ve never requested before so idk how to word all this but could you maybe write some Eric (the boyz) catching feelings for his best friend and him trying to ask her out ?? And maybe like the other 00 liners making fun of him for being all soft :( I’m sorry I’m trash at explaining stuff <3 Have a wonderful day A/N: Thank you for requesting! im sorry that this isnt the best but i tried ! Warnings: mild angst & swearing

*He looks so teeny tiny in this gif ouchies my heart*

you and Eric had been friends for literally your whole lives

all of your childhood memories had him in them

running around the back yard? Eric was right behind you

Learning how to ride a bike? This dude was the reason you had the courage to do it

So it was no surprise to everyone that all throughout school you stayed friends

Joined at the hip every second you could be

In class you would sit together and help each other with the work

Of course you had your other friends, 11 of them who were all part of Eric’s band they called ‘The Boyz’

They accepted you into their group with open arms

Most nights after school were spent in the practice room with them

Watching them dance and run around

Eric always tried to get you involved but that’s a big, fat, nope

But you literally had the best, best friend

So, like every other day you’re sat at the lunch table waiting for Eric to get out of his class while you sat with Sunwoo and Hyunjoon

“You coming stargazing with us tonight?” Sunwoo asks as he shoves a few grapes into his mouth

“Of course, I’ll bring some food if you guys want as well?” you replied

This wasn’t uncommon for you all, to go sit on Kevin’s roof with blankets and snacks and just look at the stars

“Is Eric coming too?” You ask because let’s face it everything's more fun with him around

“OoOOoooOOOOoooOOh ‘Is Eric coming too?’ oOOooOo” Hyunjoon teases, nudging your arm

“Ah fuck off you know it’s not like that, we’ve been friends forever! I can’t go anywhere without him now”

They both continued to tease and nudge you around until you saw Eric walking over

As per the routine, you got up and met him halfway across the hall for a massive hug

“Hey! What’s up? You’re bright red?” He asks after hugging you

“Ohhh nothing, just dumb and dumber trying to steal my last brain cell” you giggle as you both settle into your seats

Eric draping his arm round your shoulders like he always does

Sunwoo giving you a sly smirk like he a l w a y s does when you and Eric even look at each other

It wasn’t hard to understand why everyone gave you these looks

Most people assumed you were together

Even some of your family had suspicions because of how close you two were

but you could only dream...

This little crush you had started mid teens and had persisted ever since

Now it was nearing the end of school and here you were, hopelessly in love

Honestly it had just become a normal part of your life by now and that was okay, as long as you had him with you being your best friend. It was okay

“You’re coming to Kevins tonight yeah?” Eric mumbles into your ear

Resisting the urge shiver you simply nod and turn away and continue to listen to the bickering of the boys

After that the day goes on peacefully, Eric walks you to class and kisses your forehead before jogging to his own class

The bus journey home you guys sit together and share earphones, taking it in turns to choose a song

“I’ll see you later yeah?” You ask as you both get off the bus at your stop

“Yeah I might be a bit late though, I’ve got some things to get done beforehand” he replies, throwing his bag over his shoulders

“Alright, I’ll see you later then!” you start to wave goodbye and of course, as per usual he brings you in for a hug and to kiss your forehead

and yet again your heart swells and you inwardly scream because why not your lips hm?

Later that evening Sangyeon picks you up, with Sunwoo and Haknyeon already in the car

Sunwoo on the aux playing some random country music to annoy everyone

It’s an amazing night to stargaze, you get to Kevins just at the end of sunset where the sky is mostly dark but a lilac hue still coats the edges of the sky

The stars already sparkling

Kevins roof was your favourite place to be as he lived at the top of a hill, meaning the view of the city below could be seen

As well as the roof itself having a large flat bit for everyone to cosy up together

Most of the group are already there setting up blankets and pillows and the speaker

As expected Eric wasn’t there yet so you just dumped out all the snacks you gathered next to the speaker and went to speak to the host

“Did Eric tell you what he had to do tonight?” you ask, watching Kevin struggle to smooth out a massive blanket

“Yes but I’m not telling you, it’s a secret” he replies

“Why? What is it?” your heart starting to race

Did he have a girlfriend? Was he keeping her a secret? Was he bringing her tonight?

Yes, that’s where your mind goes because, well every girl in the school would be lucky to have him

“Y/N calm down he’s gone to get something for tonight, don’t worry he’s still your mans but not really your mans” he smirks, patting the top of your head and walking away

You just stand there blinking before realising what he even said, leading you to pursue him to where everyone was sat already

“He’s not my ‘mans’ Kevin we all know he’s got every girl in the school whipped for him” you sigh, plopping yourself next to Jacob

who was munching on some chips

“Y/N you’re kidding right?” Sunwoo smirks while Hyunjoon giggles lightly and nods

“No I’m not, I’m honestly surprised he hasn't got a girlfriend already...” you mumble

The sad truth being explained to your friends hurt but it wasn’t hard to see, he wasn’t in love with you

“He has THE biggest crush on you Y/N how do you not see it?”

You look up from your lap to see everyone nodding in agreement

Who knew your friends would play such a prank on you

“This isn’t funny guys, you’re just teasing and it’s painful so please can we just change the subject?”

lets be real it would always hurt knowing how everyone could see how in love you were but how obviously he wasn't

“Seriously, everyday we see him he talks about how cute you look or how smart you are and how he can’t wait to show you this dance because he wants to impress you” Hyunjoon giggles while Changmin over dramatically nods

“and how you smell nice all the time” Sunwoo adds rolling his eyes

“they boy’s whipped for you” Hyunjoon continues

“It’s almost annoying how literally no one exists when you’re around because he’s so focused on you”

Your heart has literally stopped

Because ??? Eric???? liking you????

“Right let’s quit the teasing because we weren’t even meant to tell her so now you’re gonna have to explain to him about this” Sangyeon scolds the younger ones

You just lay back into the pillows still not computing

They have to be lying? He’s never shown any interest in you?

You hear them still laughing about how your face looks when you’re shocked

Jacob leans over to whisper “just ignore them, they’re rooting for you”

You’re just lying on the roof, looking up to the sky with butterflies bursting your stomach and your heart beating like crazy in your chest when you hear Kevins bedroom window open

“Hey guys, sorry I was late” Eric bursts through the window “I was just getting a few things”

Everyone greets him but you stay silent, looking up at the sky because you were just TOO nervous to say anything

“You okay?” He asks you, laying down next to you and propping his head on his arm

“Yeah! Just looking at the stars” your voice betraying your panic

He just nods and rolls over to lie on his back next to you

The night goes on as normal, everyone chatting, listening to music and enjoying the view

You hop in the conversation every once in a while but the others seem to understand why you’re being more quiet

Eric hardly speaks to you but never leaves your side, just lying next to you also in his in thoughts

“What’s up?” You whisper to him after a while

“Just thinking about stuff” He whispers back shifting to lay on his side to look at you

You look into his eyes and he looks,,, nervous?

“What you thinking about?” you ask, shifting to mirror his position

“It’s nothing don’t worry Y/N” He replies shaking his head

“You know you can tell me anything Eric we’re best friends...”

At this he sighs even more and stands up

“What? What did I do?” You also stand

He’s already climbing back through Kevins window

Naturally you follow, heart beating out of your chest at the thought of Eric being upset with you

“Seriously whats wrong? Why can’t you tell me?” You follow him into the room

“Because if I tell you we can’t be friends and it’ll all go wrong so it’s better if I don’t say anything”

“Why? We’re best friends we’ve always told each other everything whats changed?”

“Will you please stop saying that?” He almost shouts and spins around to face you

You’ve never seen him this upset before

Sunwoo and Hyunjoon were wrong, he doesn't love you he doesn't even want to be friends anymore

“Y-y-y-you don’t want to be friends with me anymore?” You splutter out, tears already brimming in your eyes

They were so wrong and they couldn't have said what they did at a worse time, giving you that small bubble of hope in your chest for it to be crushed an hour later

“It’s not that I just....” he trails off, wringing his hands nervously

“Then what Eric?” You burst into tears, heart almost breaking in that moment

“Y/N I love you. Fuck. I’m sick of hiding it and being teased all the time for not having the courage to tell you. I fucking love you”

The tears didn't stop when you rushed over and wrapped your arms around his neck

Standing on your tiptoes to hug him you felt his arms wrap around your waist

You both just stood there holding each other

His erratic breathing indicating he’s crying too

“I love you too Eric, so much, for so long”

You just stayed put in his arms, him stroking the back of your head

“I didn’t believe them when they told me...” you giggle while pulling away to look at him

His eyes just go so wide

“They did what?” He yelped

“Oh they told me all about how you talk about me all the time and how whipped you are” you giggle even more

The look on his face just makes you laugh harder

“I’m going to kill them” he growls and charges back through the window

You just smile and follow him onto the roof where everyone was just laughing and nudging Eric around

“So he’s finally confessed!” Jacobs asks you grinning from ear to ear

“It’s about time, now we don’t have to spend every dance practice brainstorming ways to get him to do it” Sunwoo laughs, earning a slap from Eric

Once the teasing died down Eric joined your side leaning against the wall by Kevins window

“So does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?” He asks

And despite the dark you can tell his cheeks are dusted pink

“Of course I will, but what did you need to go get earlier than meant you were late?”

“Oh,” he wriggled to grab a small packet from his pocket “I was going to confess to you tonight and I bought you this”

Handing you the packet you open it to find a dainty necklace

Silver with a small heart pendant on it

“Eric this is so cute but you didn’t have to buy me something to confess to me” you blush, heart feeling so full it could burst

“I know but I thought it would help” his smile is so bright and warm

He helps you put on the necklace and the night ends with you falling asleep cuddled into his arms admiring the view

#tbz #the boyz #eric #tbz eric #eric fluff #tbz fluff #the boyz fluff #the boyz imagine #the boyz fic

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camillemontespan · 5 years

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the epiphany [AU. drake walker x MC]

Set on the evening of the 'The Awakening'. I wrote that Drake and Camille had had a fight before he went to her apartment to fix things, so here is what happened :) p.s I realised halfway through that in the other parts of the fic, Camille had never been to Drake’s before. I forgot that she had (bad planning on my part, sorry!) So let’s just ignore it, act like she had been to his apartment briefly. Cool.

The sleek black town car pulled up in front of Camille's brownstone, right on schedule. 7pm. Camille checked her reflection in the mirror. Her dark hair was tousled and her eye makeup smokey. She reapplied her nude lipstick before grabbing her silver clutch and left the apartment.

Liam was waiting for her in the town car. He was dressed up, wearing a black suit. 'You look fancy,' she said, slipping into the car beside him. 'You look gorgeous,' he replied, kissing her cheek before signalling to his driver to head to the restaurant. It was a new restaurant on the Upper East Side and Liam had been keen to take her so they could try something new.

He had been taking her on dates for the past month and they had been lovely dates, she wouldn’t dispute that, but she felt something was off. As in, with her. But she wasn’t sure what.

The car pulled up outside the restaurant and Liam helped her out. ‘I got us the best table in the house,’ he told her, smiling. The restaurant was decked out in green marble, dark wood tables and downlights. The waiter led them out on the terrace where a single table was stood, overlooking the view of the city skyline. ‘Wow...’ Camille breathed. Liam smiled and drew out her chair. They settled down and Liam ordered a bottle of Dom Perignon. Camille tried her best to hide her wince; she hated it when he flashed the cash, but that was how he was. The son of a technology mogul who had counted Steve Jobs as a close friend and a mother who was an ex-Victoria’s Secret model, Liam had been used to a lavish lifestyle all of his life. He had gone to Princeton, graduated first in his class and had went on to work on Wall Street. Whenever he took Camille out, it was bottles of champagne and caviar all night. At first, she had insisted they split the bill but when she saw the amount, she had awkwardly admitted that her half of the bill was her rent. Liam had happily paid and he had continued to pay every time they had a date. She wished he would just take her to a normal place or even just a bar where they could shoot pool but they never did.

They sat and talked about work, new gallery exhibitions in the city and food. It was nice conversation but that was all it was. Nice. As he talked about his boss, Camille’s thoughts wandered away from the conversation and she found herself thinking about Drake.

Liam’s best friend. The guy she hadn’t exactly gotten along with at first but they suddenly started to talk more, before they began hanging out together alone. Drake was so different from Liam. He was friendly, of course, but he had these walls up which made it hard to get past the rough edges of him. But Camille had persevered and she found that he was a softie under the tough exterior. He had admitted one night when they were a little drunk that he had a crush on her and he often called her by her last name, Montespan, to stop her from getting close. It was when they were strolling through Central Park a few weeks ago that their hands brushed and they were suddenly holding hands. Drake had let out a breath, as if he had been holding it in, and Camille realised that he had wanted to hold her hand the whole time. She felt weirdly happy about that.

She wondered what Drake would think of this restaurant. No, she knew. Beautiful view but pretentious food and ridiculously expensive. Plus he hated marble. He felt it was too cold. He preferred dive bars and small restaurants with hearty dishes. She didn’t even know if he knew how to pronounce Dom Perignon.

She wished he was there with her right now.

Camille blinked at the realisation and dropped her fork. ‘Camille? You okay?’ She nodded mutely. ‘Yeah. Yeah. Um, Liam... I have to go, I’m sorry. I’ve got to be in early to work tomorrow, I’m sorry, I just remembered my boss wants me to sort out his meetings for the rest of the year...’ She gathered up her coat and bag. Liam sighed. ‘No worries, Camille,’ he said gently. She couldn’t tell if he believed her or not.

She managed to blag her way out of getting back into his car, as he was insisting on dropping her home, and when he was gone, she hailed a cab. She had been to Drake’s once before, very briefly, but she remembered his address.

Drake had been planning to drink whiskey until he was black out drunk. He had had one glass so far, not feeling the effects but hey, the night was still young. He knew that Liam was taking Camille out tonight. Liam had been telling him about this new restaurant in the Upper East Side which to Drake, sounded expensive and pretentious. He had a feeling Camille would think the same. She wasn’t like the girls Liam dated - she actually enjoyed crappy dive bars. Drake had been drinking to get drunk because it would help take his mind off her. At least for a night. Then he would wake up tomorrow, hungover and still in love with her. But he couldn’t have her.

His apartment buzzed and he frowned. He wasn’t expecting visitors. He pressed the speaker. ‘Hello?’ ‘Drake, it’s me, Camille.’ He froze. What was she doing here? How did she remember where he lived? ‘Um... come up?’ He buzzed her in and opened the door, watching the elevator flash as she got inside and it made its way up to his apartment. The doors opened and there she was. She was crying. ‘Camille?’ She sniffed and rubbed her eyes, smearing her eyeliner. ‘Drake, I can’t keep dating him. It’s too hard.’ Drake beckoned her inside the apartment and gave her a hug. ‘Camille, it’s okay.’ She shook her head. ‘It’s not. It was so obvious tonight - I zoned out and started thinking about you and how I wished you were there instead and oh God, I made this ridiculous excuse about working early tomorrow. I feel so bad, but he bought the champagne and he got a table with the view, but it’s just not me! I’m not that kind of girl, I hate being wined and dined! I wanted to be with you.’ She choked and her eyes filled with fresh tears and Drake’s heart ached for her. He pulled her in close, holding her gently. He didn’t know what to do.

‘Do you want some water? Or tea?’ he asked. He had heard that tea apparently solved everything. She looked up at him. ‘Do you have anything stronger?’ He pointed at the bottle of whiskey on the coffee table. ‘Be my guest.’

She poured a glass and leaned against the sideboard. ‘I’m sorry to burst in here. You were having a quiet night.’ ‘Don’t worry, Montespan,’ he said. ‘Are you alright?’ She was studying the floor, frowning. She looked up suddenly. ‘Drake, do you love me?’ His eyes widened. ‘Oh. Um. Well-’ ‘Because I love you.’ Drake stepped back, catching himself on the wall. He was not expecting that. At all. ‘Camille, are you drunk?’ She stared at him. ‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ He held up his hands. ‘Sorry, sorry! It’s just... that was unexpected.’ ‘So you don’t love me,’ she said quietly. Drake moved to her. ‘Camille, god, I’m going to regret saying this. I do. I love you.’ She looked up at him, her eyes full of hope. ‘You do?’ He nodded. His heart was breaking right now. ‘I love you. But I can’t be with you.’

Her breath caught and she looked at him, her chest rising and falling quickly. ‘Why?’ ‘Because you should be with Liam. He is the one for you. He can look after you. He can make you happy-’ ‘But you make me happy!’ ‘I meant long-term. He is worthy of you. I’m not. I won’t bring you down Camille, I refuse to. He won’t do that. You should be with him.’ He couldn’t believe he was trying to convince her not to be with him. After the months of sleepless nights, those private moments with her when he wanted to just kiss her, hold her, tell her he cared for her, he was telling her to be with his best friend instead. After all of that heartache. Drake felt like his heart was splitting.

‘How dare you, Drake?’ she started, her eyes wide. ‘How fucking DARE you? You have no right to tell me who to be with or how I can be happy. Do you realise you make me happy? You, Drake Walker? I thought that maybe we could start something, be together, see how it went, but you won’t even consider it!’

‘I can’t betray Liam,’ Drake explained. ‘he really likes you.’ ‘Liam will get over it,’ Camille spat. ‘He’s nice, attractive, rich. Girls will fall over themselves to be with him.’ ‘Camille, think. You don’t want to be with me. Trust me, I’m not boyfriend material.’ ‘Why are you trying so hard to convince me? Would you rather I hated you?’ ‘No, but please, try and understand-’ ‘I can’t understand. I don’t want to be with Liam. I want to be with you,’ she said, stepping closer, getting close to his face. Her eyes were filled with anger. ‘I love you. But you keep throwing it back in my face.’ ‘Camille-’ He reached out to pull her into him but she shoved him away, hard. Tears were running down her face. ‘Stop it, Drake! You feel something for me but you keep trying to push me away, I hate how you always try to push me away!’ Drake reached out to hold her, pleading with her to listen. ‘Please, Camille, I’m sorry-’ ‘If you don’t feel the same, then you don’t get to touch me ever again,’ she said, her voice filled with venom. She slammed her whiskey glass on the sideboard. ‘Bye, Walker.’ She stormed out of the apartment, slamming the front door shut behind her.

Drake stumbled back onto the sofa, his head in his hands. He willed the hot tears that were forming behind his eyes to dissolve but they didn’t - they fell down his cheeks. He felt hollow. What had he done? Why had he thrown away the best thing that ever happened to him?

He drank some more but her face wouldn’t fade. He didn’t even fell drunk. He just felt sad. He looked at the clock. 10.30pm. He couldn’t face the rest of the night with them not speaking. He couldn’t lose her. He couldn’t. He loved her. With new resolve, he grabbed his keys and left the apartment, not caring that it was pouring rain outside. He was going to fix this.

#choices the stories you play #trr #the royal romance #drake walker x mc #fanfiction

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justimagine-nct-blog · 5 years

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Why Not?

It was late, probably 11:45pm and you were sitting in the couch sad and lonely. You though about your day and wow, it was rough. Fired for doing something you didn’t actually do, your mom and dad had finally moved abroad to Germany, you needed to find a new apartment by next Wednesday or you’d be homeless and on top of all that everyone seemed to forget your birthday. A single tear fell, and then another, and another and about four seconds later tears were streaming down your face...

It was now 11:55, you were still crying. A knock came from your apartment door, you wondered who it would be at this late hour. Wiping your tears away with the back of your hand you stood up and walked sorrowly to the door. Not even a second after you had unlocked the door 22 people burst into your apartment screaming “happy birthday!!!”. You only lowered your head and walked back to the couch starting to tear up again.

“Hey what’s the matter?” Inquired a confused Jaehyun. “Thanks” you said with a lump in your throat, “thanks?” Everyone questioned. “Yeah thanks you guys don’t even know how terrible of a day I was having until you all showed up” you started crying... nobody said anything just sat by you and pulled you into a big group hug.

“We’re sorry we couldn’t come earlier our schedule was full, but we brought cake!” spoke Johnny trying to lighten the mood “dude can’t you see we were having a good heart to heart moment?!” Mark said jumping at Johnny attempting to choke him. “You were the one who ruined it Mark!” Yelled renjun jumping at him. Everyone was huddled yelling and fighting “guys” you said, no one heard “GUYS!!!” You yelled everyone’s heads whipped around “sorry” they all said sounding like a class full of children whose teacher just yelled. You laughed at the sudden action “so what’s this I heard about a cake, I haven’t eaten yet” you giggled “well if you haven’t eaten yet me and Jaemin will cook you a huge meal, we can’t have you starve to death on us now can we” mark said happily seeing you smile

“No offense mark but do u maybe wanna let Jaemin and Taeyong handle that, me, you and the others can set up the living room for movie night” you half-whispered trying not to make him feel hurt “yeah your probably right” he laughed embarrassed while scratching the back of his head.

About a half hour later everything was set, you had eaten the food taeyong and Jaemin had prepared and everyone was sitting around the living room eating cake. About halfway through the movie you paused it and said “sorry guys I gotta use the bathroom, DONT resume the movie before I get back” everyone groaned “fineee” you got up and left for the bathroom and Taeil got up and took everyone’s plates to the kitchen. When u got back your spot on the couch was taken by a spralled out Lucas who was half asleep, you looked around for a space that was somewhat available, a space between Chenle and Taeyong caught your eye. “Mind if I squish in” they shook their heads and separated as much as they could. You sat down with your blanket and not long after you were asleep on Taeyongs shoulder. You were physically and mentally drained from your day.

1:50 in the morning you woke up with the Lights and TV off and laying on the couch with one of the plushies from your room that Jaemin had gifted you on Christmas. Nobody seemed to be there as you looked around to see the house was clean “am I that deep of a sleeper” you thought, as you conintued looking around trying to think a small note had attracted your eyes. you sat up tired and read the note

We are sorry we couldn’t stay after the movie had finished due to a busy schedule tomorrow but we are glad to have stayed as long as we could. Happy birthday and we hope we cheered you up as much as possible. Have a good sleep and a good day tomorrow fighting XD - NCT (also you are really cute when you sleep)

You stood up and walked to your room and layed down. Four seconds later you heard a ding from your phone, you picked it up and saw a message from Jungwoo that read out.

There’s a manager position that just opened up in our company for Our company ;) it comes with perks (a small apartment and getting to see us everyday ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ)

You turned back on ur side and slowly fell asleep with a smile on your face thinking “why not?”.

I hope you all enjoyed this little imagine... I’m always open for suggestions and please don’t be afraid to ask ^ω^ .

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1rosex · 6 years

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BTS Reaction to their s/o crying over character’s death

Request: Hi can I request bts s/o crying because their favorite anime character died thank you!

A/N (I do this lot) also I didn't do specific animes or characters so I wouldn’t spoil anything

Masterlist

Jin

"So you're telling me this 2D animated character from Japan is more attractive than your own boyfriend?" Jin asked, offended. You shushed him and told him to keep watching. You should have known watching your favorite anime with Jin would only result in a lot of commentary and the occasional terrible pun, but you still enjoyed his company. The episode was coming to an end, and just as you thought all was going well, the episode ended with your characters sudden death. You yelled, scaring Jin half to death as you broke down crying. He looked over at you in surprise, not knowing how to react at first.

"Y/N its just a show.. Calm.. Down.." Jin kept watching the last few minutes of sad footage and would eventually start crying with you.

"THEY DIDN'T DESERVE IT"

Namjoon

It was late and Namjoon was in his room while you watched anime in the living room. You gasped, your eyes glued to the screen as you watched your favorite character get attacked. "No.. No.. NooOOO!" You yelled at the screen as your favorite character's life was cut short. Namjoon ran through the door, looking half asleep but holding a lamp and looking ready to fight. He froze when he saw you curled up crying, and quickly ran over to you.

"Y/N! What's wrong? Did something happen?" He questioned, but you could only point to the screen while crying. Namjoon looked at the television, then back at you.

"Oh come on Y/N I thought it was something serious.. Wait! Dont cry more! IM SORRY"

Yoongi

Yoongi was hurrying out of his studio the moment he heard your cries. He rushed down the hall and into the living room with a look of concern on his face, finding you curled up on the couch sobbing. Yoongi's look of concern was replaced with disappointment when he saw the television tuned into your favorite anime, he was already used to this. But he still cared about you so he wouldn't just leave.

".. Are you.. Are you alright there?" Yoongi asked a bit reluctantly.

"No!" You exclaimed, and then went on to rant about all the reasons you were not okay, while Yoongi just stood at the door with a look of silent judgement.

J-Hope

It happened, your favorite character was killed. Devasted, you screamed out and started to cry. There was a scream from upstairs you recognized as Hoseok's, and you were soon jumping to your feet to see what was the matter. Halfway down the dark hall, you ran into a figure that was running in your direction. The figure shouted as you whapped them on the head on instinct. You stumbled back in the dark and searched the wall till you found the light switch and turned it on. Your pounding heart was put at ease when you saw Hoseok on the ground, rubbing his head and pouting.

"Hoseok! Im so sorry! Are you alright?? Why did you yell?" You asked while helping him to his feet.

"I yelled because you yelled! You scared me!" Hoseok answered, obviously still shaken. "Are you okay?? Why are you crying?"

"Yes.. My favorite character just died.." You confessed as Hoseok took a deep breath.

"Y/N you almost gave me a heart attack" Hoseok wrapped his arms around you and let you cry to your hearts content, his own heart still recovering.

Jimin

When Jimin walked into the room, he already knew the reason your face was stained with tears when he saw the television was on.

"Favorite character died?" He asked, and you could only nod and sniffle. Jimin grinned, he couldn't help but find your sensitivity adorable until he looked at the screen.

"Hey!" He cried out and quickly moved closer to make sure his eyes werent playing tricks on him. "Isn't that the anime we were watching together?? You watched it without me!" He looked at you with a look of betrayal. You stared back at him and smiled nervously, shrugging.

"I hope you know how offended I am. I shouldn't even comfort you right now.. But I'm going to.” Though after comforting you, he’d make you go through the pain again and re-watch it with him as payback for leaving him out.

Taehyung

You were watching your favorite anime with Taehyung, which you would very soon come to regret. Your favorite character had gone down in a bad way, being stabbed. And Taehyung was really not letting you live it down.

"Wow.. Its too bad, that character was really looking sharp." He grinned.

"Taehyung no-"

"Guess he eventually had to cut to the chase and get to the point huh?"

"TAEHYUNG"

"That wasnt a very knife way to go." He burst out laughing as you laid on your side and cried. Eventually he noticed you weren't reacting anymore and felt bad, crawling onto you while placing kisses everywhere.

"Y/N baby im sorry I wont do it agaiiin stop ignoring mee"

Jungkook

Jungkook was pretty familiar with your anime, he saw you watching it all the time. He was pretty used to you yelling at no one in particular with the ocassional crying, and today was no different. You were sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and staring intently at the screen.

"Dodge... Dodge.. NO! NOO!" You yelled at the television as Jungkook walked into the room eating a sandwich. He took one look at you yelling at the screen, and slowly backed out of the room as you started crying. Eventually he'd come back when the fire had died down, offering you all sorts of comfort food to cope with your loss.

"Heres some tissues for your issues"

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kookienomster3 · 6 years

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Blood, Sweat, & Tears (Pt. 10)

KPOP Fanfiction Written By: @20jane & @musicismylife45 WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Mafia/Gangs

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You struggled in Taehyung's grip. "Let go," you hissed, trying to pry his hands off, but he wouldn't budge. "I've got her Jin," Taehyung said, speaking into the black walkie-talkie. You screamed as he pulled you back from where you came from. Gunshots flew all over the place, Taehyung pulled the both of you onto the ground hiding from the gunfire. He held up the walkie-talkie once more speaking into it, "Jin, we have a problem." You noticed his grip had loosened, taking advantage of the moment, you pulled away from him, quickly kicking him in the stomach then crawling away under one of the round tables. You watched as people invaded, "(Y/N)? Can you hear me?" You heard through the earpiece still in your ear. "Jungkook? Where’s Yoongi?" you asked loudly over the noise. "(Y/N) ...Yoongi, Jimin, BamBam, and Yugyeom are the ones shooting," Jungkook answered. You looked up from under the table seeing Yoongi with his dull face as he killed the bodyguards with a machine gun. Jimin looked the total opposite of Yoongi, smiling as he took his handgun shooting people straight in the head. BamBam and Yugyeom covered their backs. You look over to where Taehyung once was, but you guessed he went back to Jin and Namjoon. Your head snapped back towards the boys when you heard a scream. Yugyeom was holding his foot jumping up and down. "That cunt just shot my foot!" Yugyeom cried. Before the man who shot Yugyeom could raise his gun, Jimin pulled the trigger first, shooting the man in the neck creating a small hole causing blood to spray out like a sprinkler. You don't know why but you were afraid to get out from under the table. Not because you feared the gangs, but because of gunfire. You heard footsteps coming closer to you. You held tightly onto one of the legs of the table, as the person bent down, you knew who it was. Yoongi. You couldn't help yourself you clung to Yoongi like a child, holding him tightly. Shockingly, he didn't push you away but instead embraced you before dragging you out the door with the rest of the guys. "Hurry up! Jackson is waiting outside!" Yoongi shouted as you exited the room you heard gunshots behind you. All of you busted out of the doors, sprinting to the stairs. Well, except Yugyeom, who limped really fast. BamBam helped Yugyeom up the stairs, dead guards laid on the stairs. Yoongi had killed them, you guessed. Cold air hit you as you ran out the emergency exit door. Your heels were gone by now, from leaping up the stairs. You followed behind Jimin and Yoongi. Bang, more bullets pierced through the air. Looking back, you saw Jin and Taehyung chasing after you and the others. Turning your head back around, you saw that Jackson's creepy van had pulled up. The door swung open revealing Jungkook, ushering us in. You jumped into the van colliding into Jungkook’s form. BamBam was halfway into the van, when Jackson slammed on the gas, jolting everyone back. Bullets shattered the window as we drove away. Silence filled the air as everyone was trying to catch their breath. Looking around the room, you couldn't help but laugh, and soon you couldn't hold it in. You burst out laughing, everyone looked at you like you were insane. "What’s so funny?" Jimin asked, with real concern for your health. "We almost just died," you said in between laughs. Jungkook looked at you with confusion. "Calm down," he said, placing a hand on your leg. Jimin looked at you with irritation, "Don't you ever do that shit again," he growled, his dark eyes staring into you. "What?" You ask not knowing what he was talking about. "You know what! Yoongi didn't give you the order to stick your tongue down Namjoon’s throat!" Jimin glared at you. You groaned, you just risked your life for these criminals, not by choice, and they get angry that you kissed a guy so they could get a visual on their target. Ungrateful. "You know what? Fuck you," you said killing him with your eyes. Jimin’s eyes darkened. "Trust me, I will and you'll be screaming my nam-" before he could finish his sentence Yoongi cut him off. "Judung-i dagchyeo (Shut up). She helped, that’s more than I can say for you," Yoongi stated, staring intensely at Jimin who just rolled his eyes. Your nerves calmed down throughout the car ride. "Damn, we were really lucky back there," Yugyeom gave a dry laugh. He said that too soon, cause before you knew it a car rammed into the van. The van rolled, you held your arms up to your head, as your body left your seat. It happened in a matter of seconds. Your eyes cracked open to see the stars shining above you. It took you a minute before you remembered you were just in a car accident. Pain filled your body as you tried to lean up. You looked around to see the van was flipped over. Yoongi was trying to drag BamBam out of the van, but that wasn't what you were worried about. It was the red truck a few yards away that had obviously crashed into the van. Yoongi finally dragged BamBam out of the van and looked back over to the truck. "Y-Yoongi," you called, your voice cracked. Yoongi’s head spun around to meet you graze. Next to you was an unconscious Jungkook and Jackson. While Jimin looked like he had just woken up. Yugyeom helped Youngjae. He looked really hurt. Your head snapped towards the sound of a car door opening. An unknown man left the car with a smirk playing on his lips. His dark hair matched his glare. "(Y/N)." You heard someone whisper your name. Yoongi waved you over to where he was. You were the closest to the red truck. You slowly got up, limping over to Yoongi as quickly as you could. Keeping your eyes on the man near the red truck. The second you got remotely close to Yoongi, he gripped your arm pulling you behind him. Another body left the car. You recognized the silver hair and pale skin. It was Taehyung. The both of them walked towards you and in their hands they held guns. Your hands grasped Yoongi’s shirt in fear. "Yoongi, I see you finally got a girl in the group, huh?" The unknown man said casually. Everyone who was conscious stayed silent. "Anyway, taking J-Hope is one thing but trying to assassinate Namjoon. That takes some guts," the man laughed. Yoongi just glared at the man. "What do you want, JB?" Yoongi asked, not at all fazed. The man known as JB looked around, sticking his empty hand in his pocket. "Well, we just wanted to borrow one of your little friends," JB smiled evilly. Taehyung stayed quiet with his gun still in his hand. "Fuck no," Yugyeom said getting up. His face was cut up and his arm looked broken, but he still stood straight up. "Yugyeom stop," Yoongi said, looking him dead in the eye. "No! You’re going to let them take one of us? Fuck that," Yugyeom snapped. He limped over to the four of you. You watched as his hand went behind his back to grab his gun. "YUGYEOM NO-" Yoongi yelled, but it was too late. Taehyung pulled out his gun shooting Yugyeom right in the chest. A scream ripped out of your throat. As you went to go help, Yoongi grabbed you, holding you back. You tried to push him off you, but his grip was too tight. "Yoongi p-please," you cried. Yoongi just held you, as you desperately tried to get out of his grasp. "I guess if you take one of ours, and we give J-Hope back, this shit will end. Am I right?" Yoongi stated over your sobs. JB nodded, "Always the smart one." "Who do you want?" Yoongi asked looking them in the eye. JB looked towards Taehyung. "Go pick one," JB said. Taehyung nodded walking around Jimin, who just sat there emotionless. Taehyung kept walking until he stopped right back at you and Yoongi. He stared down at your limp body. Tears fell down your cheeks, as you desperately tried not look at Yugyeom’s body. Taehyung went to touch you, but Yoongi smacked his hand away. Taehyung looked at JB nodding towards you. "Good choice," JB smiled. Yoongi glared at him. "No," he said, making JB shoot him a death stare. "I'm sorry. What?" he sneered, giving Taehyung a nod. Taehyung pulled out his gun and held it up to your head. "Let go," Taehyung ordered Yoongi, who released you. He avoided your gaze, as you cried, being pulled away by Taehyung. You pushed and punched him, but it didn't work. He just picked you up. Throwing you over his shoulder, as he began to walk away. "YOONGI!" You screamed, but he just looked away. You searched for someone. Your eyes landed on Jimin, who just tried to avoid your eyes, like Yoongi. "JIMIN! PLEASE DONT LET THEM TAKE ME!" you cried, pounding on Taehyung’s back. As you cried, he threw you in the truck getting in with you. JB got into the driver’s seat, starting the car. "Please -" you tried to beg, but JB looked at you with a serious look. "I will kill you if you start with that shit." You nodded, watching as Yoongi walked back to the van. Your heart sank as the truck began to drive away.

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jincherie · 7 years

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Timid Mini Scenario | Uno

Companion piece to Timid, set in the 2 months before they got the call about the cafe, but after Sweets. Pairing: Jimin x Reader Genre: fluff, Hybrid!AU Words: this one is fucken 4.4k+ Warnings: none Notes: The second and final “drabble”, which I have been informed by the lovely @kitten-dont is actually more of a sequel than anything, but I digress. The next thing I will be writing for Timid after this is pt 2, an actual sequel, so look forward to that! Although it might not be out for a while (uni resumes for me in a week!). Also don’t mind this it’s a bit of a mess and I was up until 4:30 writing it<3

Jungkook and Taehyung come over for a night of fun and games that result in Jimin realising that his feelings for a certain someone have changed and not in a way he was expecting.

Masterlist || Original oneshot. Timid | Companion short. Sweets

The sheer fervour with which Taehyung was knocking on your front door had your fingers itching for a club to beat him with. You hadn’t seen him in a long while, since the café, and already before you’d even laid eyes on him you already wanted to kill him.

“Kim Taehyung you better stop trying to break down my door with your fist or you’re not going to be having very much fun tonight.” You warned, a promise in your tone as you approached the vibrating wooden slab, the knocking ceasing at last.

“Finally! My god, you took so long!” you heard Taehyung exclaim from the other side. You almost didn’t open the door for him. Taehyung’s voice was clearer now that the obstacle between you was gone, and the instance there was enough space to squeeze through he was barrelling past you and into your home, ever the excited pup.

“It’s so cold and you left us outside for so long!” he whined, the spitting image of a sulking puppy as he stood shivering in the small hallway, arms and tail wrapped around himself and his big puppy eyes staring straight into yours. You made a face at him.

“Hey y/n.” You turned to see Jungkook still waiting outside for you to invite him in, shivering where he stood. You instantly cooed, grasping his hands and tugging him inside before shutting the door behind him.

“Aww, Kookie! Are you okay?! You’re shivering so much! Let’s get you warmed up…” you wrapped him in a hug, shuffling you both over in the direction of the living room and making the bunny hybrid laugh at your antics. Taehyung whined, following behind you.

“Hey! Hey! I’m the cutest puppy here, not to mention your bestest friend, so why does Kookie get all the worry and concern?! Hey- y/n~! I’m cold too! Brrrr! See?!”

Jimin, who had been waiting in the living room for you and your guests to arrive, laughed when he saw the scene you dragged in with you, jumping up to give both the males a hug. “Desperate doesn’t suit you, Taehyung.”

You snickered, noting how just a month or so ago Jimin wouldn’t have been anywhere near as open or comfortable in a situation involving you. And now he was here, looking at ease and grinning cheekily at his puppy hybrid friend as he joked with him in front of you. You’d come so far, and it warmed your heart.

While your time with Jimin was going well, you could tell that lately he’d been missing his friends. Back at the café they’d all practically roomed together, and now he wasn’t anywhere near them and hadn’t seen them in weeks. So, you’d invited Jungkook and Taehyung over for a sleepover, the two hybrids eager to agree and see their fluffy friend. Tonight was going to be a night of fun and just enjoying the company of your friends, watching movies and probably playing some games later if Taehyung had his way.

“I got the pizzas already, so let’s all sit and put the first movie on.” You suggested, plopping down on one of the couches, the spot next to you quickly being filled by Jimin. You tried to ignore how his eagerness made your heart skip a beat, averting your attention to Jungkook and Taehyung as they wrestled for the other spare spot on your other side. Jungkook won, like pretty much everyone except Taehyung had expected, and slotted his firm bunny tush between your own and the side of the couch. You suspected his winning edge had been those powerful bun thighs.

Taehyung whined again, before literally jumping so he was laying across all of you. You let out a groan and Jungkook wheezed, the puppy hybrid having landed (probably purposefully, if you were being honest) on his junk with his elbow. Jimin looked appalled, but even then couldn’t help the laughter tumbling forth from his plush lips, eyes closing as he grinned. Jimin’s laughter was infectious, and soon all of you were laughing as you all grabbed the paper plates on the table before you and some slices of pizza. You pressed play on the movie you’d chosen and the night was off to a good start.

You were content to laze and watch movies with your friends, Jungkook and Jimin seeming to agree with that sentiment, but you should have known after all your years of friendship with Taehyung that the same would not be the case for the hyperactive puppy with too much energy and too many mischievous thoughts flying around in that pretty head. Halfway into your second movie he began to grow antsy, shuffling and shifting uncomfortably over everyone’s laps. You turned your attention to him, knowing any second now he’d break and—

“y/n, Kookie, Jiminie~! Let’s play a game!” he whined, rolling off you all into a standing position and jumping up and down. Yep. There it was. The whining and begging.

You resigned yourself to your fate, but Jimin and Jungkook seemed interested in the pitch Taehyung was throwing them.

“What kind of games?” Jungkook asked excitedly, scooting forward in his seat.

Taehyung flashed him a foxy smile. “Truth or Da—“

“No,” you interrupted, ignoring his pout. “Last time I played that with you I ended up doing something so embarrassing I couldn’t look certain people in the eye for weeks. No way, nuh-uh. That game is banned in this household.”

Realisation dawned over Taehyung’s features as he remembered the particular game you were talking about, causing him to burst out into laughter that sounded more like a cackle than anything. Jimin and Jungkook shot you curious looks but you refused to divulge; it was still just too embarrassing to talk about.

Taehyung calmed down, wiping a stray tear from his eye. “Ah, good times.” He said, grinning at you. “Okay then, how about Uno?”

You groaned, because you and he both knew that you had the absolute worst luck at Uno, but at Jimin and Jungkook’s excited looks you didn’t have the heart to refuse. “Fine, I’ll go get it.”

Taehyung cheered, Jungkook joining in and Jimin merely smiling after you. Taehyung caught sight of the look and realisation took him, the gears in his brain beginning to work and churn. He bit his lip to stop the devious smile from spreading to his face and alerting his prey to his plans. He needed to tell Jungkook soon so that they could team up for this, but couldn’t do it until Jimin was distracted.

Luckily you came back just in time, the box of Uno cards in your hands, and like a gift straight from the heavens you tripped at the entrance to the living room. Jimin leapt up to go help you, and Taehyung allowed himself some brief laughter before he turned to Jungkook and yanked him closer by the shirt. The younger boy was startled but went along with it and listened as the puppy hybrid leaned forward and began whispering in his ear.

Over by the entrance to the living room you were too distracted by a worried Jimin hovering over you (who looked like he was torn between laughing at your klutziness and treating the situation seriously) to notice the looks of mischief that the two other hybrids had donned over by the couch. You took Jimin’s offered hand and stood, pretending the embarrassed heat in your cheeks wasn’t there as you moved back over to the couch with Jimin, not realising you hadn’t released his hand yet.

You did realise when you went to set up the cards, however, and you felt the heat in your cheeks worsen as you quickly let it go and rushed to pull the cards out of the box. You could tell already this night was going to be an embarrassing one for you.

Soon enough you were all set up, everyone with their respective cards and ready to play. You were all sitting around the coffee table, Jimin to your right, Jungkook to your left and Taehyung between them opposite you. You went to start already, before Taehyung interrupted you.

“Wait!” he exclaimed, holding up a hand. Not for the first time that night you felt the urge to hit him with something. “Let’s make it more…interesting. The winner gets something.”

You could see Jimin and Jungkook nodding in agreement, but were slightly hesitant to agree yourself. There had to be a catch…

“What does the winner get?” Jimin asked, eyes wide in excitement for the game. You were so entranced by how beautiful he was in that moment that you almost missed the twin looks of mirth that crossed Taehyung and Jungkook’s faces— keyword, almost. Your head whipped to nail them with a suspicious glare.

“Well, I’m glad you asked.” Taehyung practically purred, and if you couldn’t currently see his canine tail wagging a mile a minute behind him you might have suspected he was part feline instead. “The winner gets something from y/n.”

You sputtered, completely missing the look of shock on Jimin’s face at Taehyung’s words in favour of your own slighted feelings. “Excuse me?! What about me?! What am I supposed to get if I win?!”

Taehyung nailed you with a pointed look. “We both know that’s not going to happen. You’d honestly have more luck trying to win the lottery than a game of Uno. You suck.”

You grumbled, sitting back down with a pout because he was right and you didn’t like it. Jungkook patted your knee in a moment of brief comfort.

“Anyway as I was saying, the winner gets something from y/n. This round’s winner will get pets for the whole of the next round, because we all know y/n’s pets are the best.” Taehyung said, as though he was enlightening a class of students. Jimin and Jungkook nodded, muttering in agreement, and you rolled your eyes. Whatever, you’d play along for now, and then surprise them all by winning suddenly. Yeah, easy. You wouldn’t have to be petting anyone, ha.

Not that you would have had a problem with it, but you had a deep need to prove Taehyung wrong and beat him just once at this god forsaken game.

Taehyung kicked the game off and you all began. It didn’t take long for your collection of ‘+2’ and ‘+4’ cards to increase impressively and for you to realise there was a fatal flaw with your seating arrangement; with the way it currently was, in order to win you’d have to dump a whole tonne on either Jungkook or Jimin and you just couldn’t do it. You suddenly wished you’d sat next to Taehyung, just so you could hit him with the massive pile of pick-up cards you’d amassed. You spent too long lamenting on your mistakes and missed Jungkook saying “Uno” and consequently winning on his next turn. You threw the cards in the air in half-hearted frustration, unable to keep the frown on your face however when you saw Jungkook grinning at you and crawling over to lay his head in your lap. You rolled your eyes, missing the lingering, longing look Jimin gave both you and the other bunny currently on your lap, receiving pets and scratches behind his ears. If Jungkook could have purred he would.

Jimin didn’t know exactly what it was he was feeling, but he did know that he wanted nothing more than to be the one in your lap getting those pets right now. His cheeks heated at the embarrassing thought, and he quickly averted his gaze, happening to meet eyes with Taehyung. The puppy hybrid gave him a smile that made him slightly worried about the outcome for the night. “Alright, onto the next round! Y/n, keep petting until the round finishes, or I guess until your hand gets tired. Anyway, the prize for winning this round is~” Taehyung threw his hands in the air. “A back-hug from y/n for the whole next round!”

You resisted the urge to throw your new set of cards at him. What was with him using you in all the prizes? Boy needed to invest in a more creative imagination, but aside from that it just seemed like he was testing how many ways he could make you play Uno while in an uncomfortable or unconventional position.

Jimin’s breath had caught in his throat at that. A back-hug? For the entire next round? You offered to cuddle all the time, and he wasn’t as shy as he had been previously, but he was still making efforts to be less awkward because he did want to cuddle with you, all the time, but he just got so god damn shy sometimes. He bit his lip. In a way, it felt like it would be less embarrassing if it was the result of winning a round than if he asked you to do it himself. His gaze slid over to where you were, squinting at your cards like they were written in a foreign language with Jungkook’s head in your lap, your hand petting away. He felt a foreign feeling grow in his belly. He wanted that.

Taehyung watched the range of emotions cross his friends face and knew his plan with Jungkook to make him jealous, or at least realise his feelings, was off to a great success. He turned his gaze to Jungkook, meeting his eyes. ‘Milk it,’ he mouthed discreetly, Jungkook nodding in understanding with a cheeky grin.

When you moved your hand from dragging your nails gently over his scalp to softly rubbing the base of his ear, he let out a satisfied hum, and then a soft sigh. Jimin visibly tensed (not that you saw, too focused on concocting a foolproof strategy to win as you were) and Taehyung could have cackled at his genius. He truly was the smartest puppy, the best boy.

The game kicked off once more, and as per Taehyung’s morbid predictions you were losing tragically; a ridiculous amount of cards having built up over the rounds in your deck. Jungkook, the little shit, hadn’t hesitated before slamming you with four ‘+4’s at once two turns ago, and you’d been lowkey torturing him ever since by continuing to give him pets and scratches, but not where he actually wanted them and skirting around his favourite spots. You could feel his childish glare and refused to acknowledge it, pretending like you had no idea you were doing it. That’d teach him to mess with you.

All too soon you heard the dread-inducing “Uno!” from Taehyung and a turn later he was looking to you expectantly, hands empty after playing his last card and winning the game. Jungkook rolled off you with a pout and you sighed before getting up and moving over to Taehyung.

“You’re a little shit Taehyung.” You told the puppy hybrid as you wound your arms around his middle and rested your head on his shoulder for comfort. “If you even think of cheating and looking at my cards I’ll skewer you with the nearest sharp object.”

Taehyung laughed loudly and Jungkook snickered, but you noticed that Jimin hadn’t made a noise, his gaze transfixed on where your hands clasped Taehyung’s middle. Taehyung noticed too, but didn’t say anything about it, choosing instead to shuffle the cards and keep his smile to himself. He dished out your decks for the next round and once more opened his big mouth to put your dignity on the line again for a prize.

“This round we shall have the winner receive a kiss on the cheek from y/n! A once in a lifetime opportunity, virgin lips that have never— OW!!” he yelped suddenly when you moved and pinched his side, whispering a threatening “shut up Taehyung” in his cute puppy ear.

He snickered despite your threat, instead declaring the game officially started and once more you were thrust into the pain and misery that was your experience with Uno.

30 minutes later you felt like slamming your head into the floor and throwing Taehyung out the window for making you play this accursed game. Jungkook had won again and while you didn’t mind giving him a kiss on the cheek this game wasn’t very good for your overall winning streak and the worst thing was that Taehyung would remember that the next time you brought it up to compare against his.

Jimin was sitting in a mixture of shock, regret, and frustration, staring at the pile of cards in the middle of the table. He didn’t have a good enough explanation for his reasoning as to why yet, but he wanted that kiss damnit. He had been so close to winning, he had just one more card to go, and then Jungkook had snatched his much-anticipated victory away. He felt that feeling in his tummy boiling and he felt restless in his position on the floor. He couldn’t take this— he didn’t know what he couldn’t take, but he couldn’t take this.

While the silver-haired bunny was suffering through a messy inner monologue, Taehyung sat watching in glee. Jimin snapped out of his funk just in time to see you shuffle over and deliver a quick, cute peck to Jungkook’s cheek that had the younger flushing pink and his hand flying up to cover where your lips had just been, looking to you in surprise. You shot him a grin, resuming your original position between him and Jimin.

The silver-haired hybrid’s face had gone pink and he was staring at you with a troubled expression, Taehyung noticed.

Jimin wanted nothing more than to take you into his arms suddenly, shielding you away from the others so you couldn’t go kissing any more cheeks that weren’t his. His fingers twitched with the urge to grasp your waist and pull you close, and so he quickly busied them, shuffling the cards for this match.

Taehyung couldn’t have been any happier things were going just as he’d planned.

You all played a couple more rounds, the prizes being of a similar nature to the ones prior. Throughout each game Jimin got progressively more tense, until finally, after the last game where the prize had more pets AND a kiss on the cheek and Jungkook had won once more, Jimin looked ready to break. Taehyung seized his chance.

By this point everyone was beginning to grow a little tired; you’d all been playing late into the night. Taehyung decided to use this to his advantage.

“Okay for this round, the final round, there is a grand prize.” Taehyung announced, much too animated for someone awake as late as they were. He waited until he had everyone’s tired attention. “We all know y/n has only three bedrooms, right? So one of us would have to sleep on the couch. The winner of this round will get not only a kiss, but will get to room with y/n in her bed instead of on the couch! It’s a sweet deal, I was there when she bought that mattress, it’s an honest-to-god modern day miracle gifted to us mere mortals from the heavens above.”

You shot Taehyung a look for bartering your personal space like that but were too tired to bother arguing. You missed the pointed look Taehyung shot Jungkook.

“What do you mean ‘kiss’? Another one on the cheek?” Jungkook asked, and your gaze whipped to him. You’d just assumed Taehyung had meant a kiss on the cheek, but now that he mentioned it—

“A kiss on the lips!” Taehyung cheered, but quickly amended his statement at your murderous glare. “Haha, kidding— I was kidding. It’s just a kiss on the cheek, same as last time.”

You relaxed your facial expression with a small smile. You mightn’t have a very good win streak for Uno but that was a win right there.

You turned to Jimin suddenly, noticing he’d been relatively silent the past couple of rounds. As your face turned you caught sight of him looking at you. He flinched, whipping his head around with pink cheeks. Your eyebrows rose. You liked to think you were getting to know Jimin more and more every day, but there were still some things you just couldn’t decipher about him.

“Okay, fine.” You agreed to Taehyung’s terms, letting out a small yawn. “But I’m going to bed after and you all should too.”

They all nodded, pretty much just as tired as you were. Taehyung dished out the cards and you all started once more on the final game of Uno.

In short, it was a mess. You were all so tired that at some point or another you lost track of what you were doing or planning, and several turns later one of you would be crying in outrage and throwing a card at the other. Jungkook was glaring at the half of the entire pack he currently held in his hands, coming dead last by a long way. In a surprising turn of events, Taehyung wasn’t much better, and you and Jimin were actually winning. Jimin had declared Uno a turn ago and you thought you’d had time but you realised that was in fact not the case as Jimin threw his last card down on the pile, falling backwards with a happy cry.

“I won! Finally!” he crooned, tiredness evident even in his excitement. Jungkook and Taehyung groaned. He rolled over, looping his arms around your waist and dragging you down with him, your heart skipping a beat as you laughed. “Victory is sweet.” He mumbled tiredly, face resting in your neck.

He had been so lowkey stressed that he wouldn’t win this round and he would have to sit by and watch as Taehyung, or worse, Jungkook, won and subsequently got a kiss on the cheek and a place in your bed for the night. The elation he currently felt all but dissolved the funny feeling in his tummy from earlier and he was just so happy that he now got to lay next to you and cuddle you and hold you close—

He stopped himself, blushing at the embarrassing turn his thoughts had taken. He needed to stop that, why was he even thinking these things?

“Welp,” Taehyung began, rising and shaking out his limbs, stretching languidly. “As touching as it is to see Jiminie finally win, I’m dead tired so I’m gonna sleep. Jimin, I’m taking your room. Jungkook you can sleep wherever but that other room is there if you want it.”

You rolled your eyes at him giving out instructions like he owned the place, but slipped out of Jimin’s grip and stood up, helping him up afterwards.

“Goodnight Taehyung, and goodnight Jungkook.” You said, giving them both a hug before pulling back and moving towards the direction of your room. “Thank you for coming tonight. I hope you sleep well. ‘Night.”

You grasped Jimin’s hand thoughtlessly on the way past, tugging him with you and causing his cheeks to flush pink as he stared at you with an expression you wouldn’t be able to read if you saw it. Taehyung’s keen eyes noticed every detail of the interaction and he smiled to himself. That look, even if neither of you knew it yet, was of adoration. Jimin adored you, and he didn’t even know it himself yet. Although, after tonight, Taehyung had a feeling the silver-haired hybrid probably had a good idea.

You heard Jungkook and Taehyung go to their respective rooms as you went to yours, Jimin in tow. You’d already had your pyjamas on when the others had gotten there, and so didn’t need to change. You made a beeline for the bed, so tired the thought of flopping down and sinking into the goodness nearly made you cry happily.

Jimin couldn’t believe he’d actually won the final round, the grand prize; and now he got to cuddle with you and get a kiss on the cheek. For some reason he felt nervous, and that feeling in his stomach from before had been replaced with tiny butterflies laying waste gently to his insides.

You slipped in, the lights off, and there was only the slightest hesitance from Jimin as he followed suit, sliding beneath the blankets next to you. His heart was racing a mile a minute and he didn’t even know why.

He was content to lay there nervously with distance between you until he worked up the courage to initiate cuddling, but thankfully you seemed to sense his dilemma and opened your arms for him. A bright smile lit his face that you couldn’t see but you could feel and he happily shuffled into your arms, his own coming up to wind around you as he nestled into you and rested his face against your neck. A happy sigh escaped his lips as your hand rose to gently stroke over his hair and ears in a soothing manner. He could have fallen asleep just there, were it not for the slight nervous energy thrumming just under his skin. He felt so giddy and happy at having you close, but why? “Night, Jiminie.” You mumbled sleepily, pulling him closer before relaxing and slowly easing into the sleep your body had been begging for the last couple of hours.

He couldn’t sleep just yet, not matter how his eyelids ached to fall closed and he yearned to join you in dreamland. He couldn’t stop his mind from thinking, and whirring a mile a minute. Tonight had been strange for him, he’d ended up feeling a lot of things he’d never felt before and he didn’t know why. Jimin didn’t like feeling so confused, and uncertain.

You shifted in your sleep, cuddling closer to him, and at the sudden elated skip his heart did a sense of realisation began to gently wash over him. Oh.

He liked you.

Jimin, face warm, abruptly shut his eyes and buried his face in your neck. When had this happened? How had this happened? Oh god. He didn’t think he had it in him to deal with this sudden realisation right now.

Clutching you closer, he did his best to keep his eyes shut and go to sleep. As he successfully began to drift off, the last thought he had was that regardless of his realised feelings, he was truly happy where he was right now, with you and in your arms, cuddling and sleeping next to you. He’d deal with his realisation another day, and for now, would just enjoy his time with you. Being with you always made everything better. Always.

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