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if-you-feel-lonely · 1 year

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Being Wilbur's younger sibling but closer to Jack

Warnings: Swearing, jealousy

A/N: i swear i'll post more, i've been really invested in school work recently, but I'm off school for christmas holidays!!!

This is inspired by @beeindaclouds's similar fics!! part one is here

For a while, you felt jealous of the bond between Tommy and Wilbur

You knew he wasn't doing it on purpose, but that didn't make you feel any different

It was always "Tommy this", "Tommy that" with him. You tried to ignore it - you really did!

But you couldn't help it

Don't get me wrong - you liked tommy. The two of you got on well together

But nothing you, him or Wilbur ever did would change your feelings

When Wilbur and Jack started talking and became friends, you tagged along on a lot of their outings

He made a lot of jokes at your expense about having to babysit you, hence you joining them, but it never took away from the fact that Jack did genuinely like you

In fact, he liked you so much that he started reaching out to hang out - just the two of you

You weren't a content creator by any means, but with how often you were hanging out during his streams, you might as well have been

He pushed you to do a lot of things you wouldn't normally have done /pos

He encouraged you to pursue the things you loved

It was weird - you two acted more like siblings than you did with Wilbur

Multiple compilation videos titled "Jack and Y/N being siblings for twelve minutes straight."

It was while before Wilbur noticed how close you were with Jack, and how distant you were with him

When he noticed pictures of the two of you on your social media, and his private accounts, he started having some suspicions

It only really sunk in when he found out you were moving to Brighton for university

Obviously, since you weren't a content creator, you had other ambitions, and you'd got into Brighton University with ease

When he offered to let you stay with him, and you declined, since you and Jack had already arranged for you to move in with him, it broke him

He didn't know what he had done wrong for you to choose his best friend over your own brother

Nevertheless, he moved on from it

If you wanted to spend time with Jack rather than him, that was none of his business

Maybe it pissed him off that you chose his friend over him - could he even say that anymore? He was your friend, too - but that wouldn't really mean anything, would it?

Okay, maybe he was a bit jealous. And maybe you knew and were just ignoring it. But hey, karma's a bitch sometimes! These feelings had been with you for far too long now, it wouldn't kill him to feel what you've been feeling

Speaking of, since hanging out with Jack, it had been a while since you'd felt that way

He made you feel appreciated in a way that Wilbur hadn't for a long time

You never told him why you always seemed so tense around him, and they thought it better not to ask

When Wilbur came to help you move your things into Jack's flat, there was a thick tension between you two

No matter what Jack tried, nothing seemed to break it

Finally, after two hours (though it felt like twelve), Wilbur left, and it gave Jack the chance to ask the question he was left wondering whenever it was just you, him and Wilbur

"Just out of curiosity," he began, awkwardly leaning on the kitchen counter. "Why are you and Will so distant now?" At your confused face, he elaborated. "Just 'cause you seemed really close when I first met you. Now you barely speak to each other."

"I mean, we were never really that close. Just hung out with the same people. Besides, he had other people to focus on, like you and Tommy and Niki." You explained casually, sitting on the counter opposite from him.

"Okay, you weren't like, best friends. But when he was here earlier, you were really tense. Both of you. It was weird - I've never seen two siblings so awkward around each other. Did one of you do something?"

"Jack, you don't want to know. It's just stupid and petty. Don't bother yourself about it."

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to know. Besides, stupid and petty shit is the only really interesting shit I get to hear."

"I don't really know. He just always prioritised Tommy and you lot more than me, and he's literally my brother. Since we started hanging out, you've been more like a brother than he has for the past few years. I get that it's childish and shit, but it still pisses me off."

"It's not that childish."

"I can't tell if you're taking the piss or not, but if you are, I will be moving out."

"I'm not! It is fair - compared to him and Tom, you two might as well be strangers. I know what you mean. But it's not gonna change if you don't talk to him about it."

"But that's awkward and therefore I won't be doing it."

"I'll tell him if you don't want to do it."

"Fuck off, really? You'd actually do that."

"Well yeah, but you'd have to actually talk to him about it. I'll just tell him what you told me and get him to talk to you."

"I love you in the most indescribably platonic way possible."

Manifold to the rescue

True to his word, Jack did message Wilbur on your behalf

Which brought about the hard part, actually talking to him about it. You wanted to, yes, but you failed to realise that that would mean actually speaking to him about it

You did speak to him, though! And cried, since I can't talk about my feelings without crying and I'm in a #projecting mood /nav

He was nicer about it than you had expected him to be

And, although it started out tense and awkward, you two did start to build a better sibling relationship

And you stopped being resentful to Tommy, which was a miracle in itself

He had noticed your bitterness towards him, but he never really knew why (and he never would)

The result?

Countless videos titled "Wilbur and Y/N being siblings for eight minutes straight". It almost rivalled the videos of you and Jack or Tommy and Wilbur

But through all this, you still lived with Jack since, even if Wilbur lived only ten minutes away, moving is such a pain, and one you're not willing to endure again

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thelazyhermits · 5 months

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Gonna talk about ADeuce and my Yuu underneath the cut

So y'all know how I once said in a fic A/N that I couldn't really see my Yuu ending up with any of the first years except for possibly Jack or Sebek?

Well, since writing for Twst Halloween, I've been thinking more about the ADeuYuu dynamic, which is making me reconsider what I had first said.

Up until that point, because of my Jack & Sebek bias, I hadn't really been giving a lot of thought to ADeuce, even though I love them and their relationship with Yuu. There's just no competing my love for Jack and Sebek lol 😂

But, despite my strong bias, I have been thinking more about ADeuce as of late, and I've come to a realization:

There are probably no boys that are more smitten with Yuu than Ace and Deuce lol

Like, I'm not saying they're in love with her, but at the same time, I'm not saying they're not in love with her either.

The more time I spend thinking about them and writing scenes with them, I'm just like, "Damn, these two are crazy about Yuu." lol 😂

It makes sense though, especially in Ace's case, since there's plenty of game content that supports his attachment to Yuu. Hell, the newest Halloween event is like a AceYuu date at one point lol

In the case of my Yuu, Ace wasn't too fond of her at first cause it pissed him off that this magicless kid got involved in the entrance ceremony and is allowed on campus despite how hard he worked to get into the school. (Which is apparently how he feels about Yuu according to what I've seen of the first light novel.)

However, after the incident at the Dwarfs' Mine, Ace becomes more interested in her since there's clearly more than meets the eye to her, although there was some reluctancy on his end cause of what happened with his ex-girlfriend which had made him originally plan on avoiding dealing with girls so he could just hang out with guy friends instead.

His curiosity won out in the end, though, cause it bugged him that he couldn't get a good, solid read on Yuu.

Plus, Yuu, albeit somewhat reluctantly, agrees to help Ace with the situation with Riddle that happens soon after the Prologue, so the events of Book 1 lead to him warming up to her and that's why he gets angry enough to punch Riddle on her behalf like what happens in canon.

If asked about his relationship with Yuu and the others, Ace would make the excuse that Yuu and the others are always following him around, and he's got no other choice but to put up with them since they're all in the same class, but that's a total lie lol

Ace, like Deuce, sticks with Yuu because he wants to. At first, it was to satisfy his curiosity about her, but it didn't take long for the main reason to be because he got genuinely attached to her.

He likes that it's never boring with Yuu and that she can give as good as she gets whenever he messes with her. He loves getting her riled up.

But rather than just cause he finds her reactions funny, it's mostly cause he likes having her undivided attention.

Ace was totally the kid that pulled the pigtails of girls that he liked when he was younger lol 😂

While I've said before that Deuce is one of the most overprotective of Yuu's sons, Ace is one of the most possessive, along with Grim lol

That's why Ace will get all sulky/annoyed if Yuu gives too much of her attention to anyone else. He's like a cat in that he'll make sure his displeasure is known and if he wants attention he'll make sure to get it, much to Yuu's exasperation/amusement.

That said, Ace doesn't mind if his time spent with Yuu is shared with Deuce, although Ace doesn't necessarily hate sharing his time with Yuu with her other sons. He's just less likely to complain if it's Deuce who's with them since they're both on the same wavelength when it comes to Yuu.

Moving onto Deuce, he quickly becomes attached to Yuu after he finds out that she also got into a lot of fights in the past and is trying to turn over a new leaf at NRC, like him.

While Ace became smitten with Yuu over time, Deuce got smitten early on since she really won him over when she comforted him during that shopping trip and assured him that his mother would be proud of the man he's becoming. His feelings just got stronger the closer he became to Yuu since she's always so supportive of him.

Deuce has no idea just how smitten he is. He just thinks this is normal for best friends lol

He's the biggest sweetheart when Yuu is concerned. In direct contrast to Ace, Deuce is always trying to be helpful to her since she's always supporting him, and he's pretty much always the first person who jumps to her defense.

Deuce thinks really highly of Yuu cause of how hard she works at school and with her part-time jobs and how she's able to earn the respect of the most powerful students at NRC.

He thinks it's amazing how patient she is with him when they do homework together and admires how smart she is.

Honestly, if any one person is considered a Yuu simp, it's probably Deuce 😂

Of course, Deuce will still get upset with Yuu for being reckless, like what happens at the end of Book 6 when everyone gets back from Styx, cause he cares so much about her and doesn't want anything to happen to her.

But Deuce could never get seriously mad at her and lose his temper cause he'd be worried about scaring her if he went full delinquent mode on her. (He has nothing to worry about. Yuu could never be scared of Deuce.)

The ADeuYuu dynamic is so good since these boys are crazy about Yuu and would drop everything for her, and Yuu equally adores them since these are her best friends, two of the first friends she ever made, and they've been with her since the beginning and have never left her side, which means a lot to a girl who, in the past, was always alone.

So just expect more of that in my writing since, while I still love Jack and Sebek the most, ADeuce have successfully wormed their way into the spotlight, so I intend to make sure to give them more love haha

#fortune in twisted wonderland

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lam-ila · 1 year

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Treat You Better || Quinn Hughes

This is part of @jostystyles's 2.6k top tracks writing challenge!

Summary: Four times Quinn thought he could treat you better than your best friend and one time he did aka four times Quinn was like 😤 and one time Quinn was like 🤬

Word Count: 2,712

Warnings: a bit more language than i usually use and a couple arguments (please let me know if you find more that i should add)

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a/n: i don't hate jack, this is just what @2manytabsopen and i came up with and it makes him look like a bad friend, so i'm sorry to everyone who loves jack. on that note, as always, thank you kesh for helping me with this fic

i apologize for this taking so long. i realize i’m well past the deadline but uni life be like that sometimes

this is gender neutral. hope you enjoy this! feedback is appreciated

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In early August of the summer after your high school graduation, your boyfriend broke up with you on your two year anniversary after admitting that he loved someone he met on vacation. You were devastated, especially since he broke up with you on your anniversary. After kicking your now ex-boyfriend out of your house, you texted Jack, your best friend since middle school, to tell him you were broken up with and he invited you over.

You knocked on the door to where Jack was with tears stained on your face. Jack opened the door and let you in, extending his arms out to invite you for a hug which you gladly accepted. You two sat down and you explained everything that happened as Jack comforted you. After you explained everything, Jack spoke up to address his thoughts.

"Y/N, I hate to say it, but he was always a douche." He said.

"What do you mean?" You questioned. "I thought you liked him."

"Well, I wouldn't necessarily say I liked him.”

“What do you mean?” You asked again.

“He always checked out other people and flirted with a lot of people and-"

"Why didn't you tell me?" You cut him off.

"I didn't want to hurt your feelings."

"Really Jack?" You looked at him in disbelief. "I'm not in middle school, if you had told me, my feelings wouldn't have been hurt." Quinn walked into the room you and Jack were in after hearing you two bicker back and forth.

"What's going on?" Quinn asked you with concern after seeing you angrily looking at Jack.

"Jack never told me the person I've been dating for the past two years was checking other people out and flirting with them!"

"You never told them?" Quinn accusingly asked Jack.

"You knew too?" You looked at Quinn with disbelief.

"I wanted to tell you, but Jack told me not to because he said that he should be the one to tell you." You glared at Jack, the anger you were feeling towards him shadowing the anger you felt towards your ex-boyfriend.

"I don't believe you." You got up, collecting the things you brought with you and putting on your shoes before opening the door to leave. Jack quickly stood up and chased after you.

"Y/N wait!" You stopped in your tracks and turned around to face him. "Let me explain."

"No Jack, no!" He studied your facial expression as you were figuring out what to say. "Grow up." You turned back around and left to go home. Jack stared at you leaving, mentally kicking himself for what just occurred. He turned his head to look at his older brother, wondering what to do.

"You should've told them." Quinn expressed before leaving Jack to his thoughts.

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About a month after the breakup, you reconnected with someone you met at the beginning of high school. The last time you talked was in grade ten, but he randomly reached out to you through Instagram and you had been talking every day since then.

A few weeks after you two started talking, he asked you out on a date to a local restaurant. You were excited, but still stayed cautious. You hadn’t seen each other in years, which you didn’t mind, but you had only been talking to each other over Instagram DMs - a red flag right there. You talked to Jack about your concern and had agreed that if things went South, Jack would pick you up no matter what.

You got ready, not looking too casual but also not looking too fancy, and made your way to the restaurant. You arrived on time and got a table for two. You waited five minutes, then it turned into ten minutes, then turned into twenty minutes, then thirty. Throughout the thirty minutes, you kept DMing and Instagram audio calling him, but you received no response from your ‘date’, so you texted Jack so that you could get picked up. You waited five minutes, then it turned into ten minutes, then turned into twenty minutes, then thirty. Throughout the thirty minutes, you kept texting and calling Jack, but you received no response from him.

You decided to leave since both your ‘date’ and Jack weren’t showing up. After a twenty minute walk, you were knocking on the front door of the Hughes house, angry as ever.

“Hi Y/N!” Jack happily said before realization hit him. “Oh shit I’m so sorry.”

“You haven’t looked at your phone for the last fifty minutes?” You accused, staring him down.

“I’m so so sorry, I got distracted and I know that’s no excuse but-”

“Oh hi Y/N! I didn’t realize your date ended already.” Luke unintentionally cut Jack off after walking into the room.

“Hi Luke and no, it didn’t end early because it never started.” You corrected, still glaring at Jack.

“Wait so how did you get here?”

“I walked.”

“You what?” Quinn interjected.

“It’s fine Quinn.”

“No, it’s not. Jack promised that he’d pick you up and he didn’t.” He turned his head to address Jack. “You brushed it off every time I brought up checking on Y/N. You should’ve at least checked your phone for a text or call.” Jack wasn’t sure what to say and only stared in shock at his older brother. “Check your phone Jack, check it.” Jack retrieved his phone, unlocking it, only to for him and Quinn to see the multiple missed texts and calls from you. “Exactly. If you had just checked your phone, Y/N wouldn’t have had to walk all the way-”

“Quinn it’s okay.” You cut him off to ensure the conversation didn’t accelerate even further.

“No, it’s not!” Quinn repeated, getting more frustrated with his brother who you called your best friend. “Jack should’ve-”

“Quinton!” You used his full first name to get his full attention. “Drop it, it’s okay.” You looked at all three Hughes brothers, realizing you ruined their time together. “I’m going home.”

“Let me drive you.”

Knowing you couldn’t argue with Quinn, you simply replied “Okay.”

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Ever since Jack started playing for the Devils, you and him always hung out together the weekend before he leaves for training camp. It’s what you always looked forward to before the difficult time of saying goodbye.

Since Jack started to become more of a veteran player than a rookie, he was wrapped up in his work as an NHL player and you began to feel a slight rip between your friendship with Jack. You found yourself spending more and more time talking to Quinn instead of Jack. Needless to say, you were ecstatic that you could finally spend time alone with Jack.

You and Jack planned everything out: Jack would go to your place, and you two would act like children and build a blanket fort to lay in while watching Disney movies. All was going well, you pulled out all of your blankets and had Disney + open on your tv, and Jack was due to be at your place in about ten minutes. A few minutes passed by and you got a text. You started to get excited, thinking that it was Jack telling you he was waiting for you to let him in however, it was Jack badly apologizing that things came up and he couldn’t hangout.

You were hurt, Jack knew you were looking forward to hanging out with you and he changed his plans at the last minute. Instead of wallowing in self pity by yourself, you decided to wrap yourself in a blanket, and wallow in self pity with a bowl of popcorn and a Disney movie playing. You chose to watch The Princess and the Frog since the songs always seemed to cheer you up.

Throughout the movie, you were snapchatting a few of your friends, one of them being Quinn. After “Friends On the Other Side”, Quinn snapped you back with the caption of “isn’t jack with you? what are you doing snapping me?” You answered with a picture of the movie and a short caption that read “he bailed”. You smiled at his response: a picture of him pouting in sadness and text that read “i’m sorry love”. It was a simple response, but it made you happy in the otherwise shitty day you were having.

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Your birthday arrived with you and Jack not being able to see each other. Jack had practice until the evening, except for a lunch break, but you had planned to meet up with your other friends for lunch and go to a restaurant with your family for dinner. You didn’t mind not being able to see Jack, it wasn’t his fault that he had practice and it wasn’t your fault for being busy when Jack wasn’t.

The first text you received on the morning of your birthday was from Quinn. It was a simple text that read ‘happy birthday <33’ and it made you extremely happy. You weren’t sure why, but seeing that Quinn texted you first was arguably the highlight of your day.

You checked your phone after eating breakfast noticing that Jack still didn’t text you or post on Instagram to acknowledge your birthday. You attempted to convince yourself that it was fine since he had practice, but so did Quinn.

Lunch came and you had a great time with some of your friends. They all chipped in to pay for food so that you didn’t have to pay at all which was super sweet of them. You kept checking your phone for a text from Jack throughout lunch, but you still didn’t receive anything.

You went along with your day and had dinner with your family at your favourite restaurant. You had a good time, but your mind was focused on if Jack would text you. Dinner ended, you got back to your home, and you still had no text from Jack. Now, you were full-on upset. The day had come and gone, and you didn’t receive any indication that Jack, you best friend, remembered your birthday.

Instead of letting your anger pent up inside of you, you collapsed on your bed and called the one person you could think of at that moment: Quinn. He immediately picked up and you explained your frustration.

“I’m so sorry. That really sucks.” Quinn voiced after you ranted.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault.” You reassured.

“I know, I just wish-” Quinn cut himself off with a sigh. “I just wish Jack would treat you better.”

“Do you know anyone who could treat me better?” Shit, why did you say that. Were you flirting with him? Your worry quickly faded when you heard Quinn chuckling softly on the other end of the call.

“I know this guy who plays for the Vancouver Canucks who could treat you better. I’m pretty sure he’s number 43.” Now it was your turn to softly chuckle.

“Tell him that I would very much appreciate that.”

“I’ll be sure to let him know.”

“Thank you. For making sure that you’ll let him know,” you teased. “as well as for being the best part of my day.”

“It’s nothing.” He waved it off. “I just want to make sure you’re happy.”

“I am.” You assured with a smile. “Well, mostly. I would be happier if I got a text or call from Jack, but you’ve made me happy.” You sat in a short, comfortable silence before adding “I miss you, like a lot.”

“I miss you too.”

“When’s the next time we see each other?”

“I’m not sure.” Quinn sadly answered. “I can always fly you over to see a Canucks game.”

“I might take you up on that offer.” You expressed before tiredly yawning.

“Go to sleep, I know you’re exhausted.”

“But I want to talk more.” You protested.

“We can always talk tomorrow.” He reasoned.

“Alright, goodnight.”

“Goodnight love.”

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You were home for winter break and somehow all three Hughes brothers also were on the third weekend of December. The Hughes brothers decided to take their break from playing hockey by... going ice skating with you. Not exactly a break, but you took whatever was given to you.

You’ve skated with Quinn, Jack, and Luke multiple times and you enjoyed it every time, so you were beyond excited, although you were nervous that Jack would somehow bail on you and his brothers. You all had bought four tickets for your local ice rink's one hour free skate and you were convinced that since money had been spent, Jack wouldn't change his plans at the last minute. To your delight, the day of the free skate arrived with the three brothers in a car waiting for you outside of your place.

Once you got to the car, Quinn got out of the driver's seat and gave you a quick hug to say 'hi'. He opened the trunk and you added your skates to the pile of three pairs of skates already there. The car ride to the ice rink was the most fun you've had with the Hughes brothers in a long time. You sat in the back with Luke as the four of you screamed the lyrics to all of your favourite songs.

You were having the best time skating with your friends until you got knocked down by a kid. The kid who knocked you down recognized the Hughes brothers and decided to try to show off his speed to them. In the process of trying to show off, he tripped over himself and crashed right into you. You lost your balance and fell, hitting your head on the side board.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Quinn asked, immediately skating to be by your side. You looked towards Jack and Luke, seeing both of them laughing at the kid and helping him up.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You expressed, eyes glued to Jack.

"You okay bud?" Jack asked the kid. You couldn't hear what he responded with, but saw him nodding his head. "You sure? You didn't hit your head on the ice or side boards did you?"

"No, I'm good." The kid assured. "Can I get a picture with you?"

"Of course!" The kid skated off, presumably to grab whoever he was with. Jack finally looked at you on sitting on the ice, using your hand as a shield from the lights which suddenly seemed much brighter than before.

"I'm gonna take Y/N off the ice." Quinn explained to Jack and Luke. "I think they might have a concussion."

"I'll be there soon. I have to take a picture with that kid." Quinn let out a frustrated sign, upset at Jack for not asking if you're okay and for how he had been treating you in the past.

"Fine just," He let out another frustrated sigh. "just come as soon as you can." Jack skated off to find the kid with Luke staying behind. "Luke, go with him. Make sure that he actually joins us." Quinn helped you up and off of the ice, sitting you down on one of the benches. He looked at you, clearly not feeling okay. "Look at me, I have to look at your pupils to see if they're dilated."

“I'm fine Quinn.” You tried to convince him before wincing in pain.

“Yeah, that's bullshit.” He gently cupped your cheek, forcing you to look at him. You made eye contact with him, allowing him to do as he said. He look into your eyes, seemingly getting lost in thought.

"Quinn?" You gained his attention. "Is everything okay?"

"Your pupils are dilated." Quinn explained. "I don't know enough about concussions to test anything else, so we should get you to an urgent care."

"That's not what I meant." You claimed. "You've been acting a bit off."

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Quinn, I know you. Something's on your mind."

He looked down, then back at you and hesitantly said "Like I said on your birthday, I wish Jack would treat you better."

"Why don't you text number 43 of the Vancouver Canucks and tell him I want him to treat me better?” You teased.

Quinn chuckled at your response and placed a soft kiss to your forehead before saying "I think he already knows."

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angelsanarchy · 6 months

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Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 19 -> CH 20

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Y/n hadn't seen Jack in a few days. She worried that something was wrong or maybe he was having a bad go of it since talking about his childhood so she didn't want to pry but after four days of not even seeing him smoking from the window, she worried something might have happened to him.

She knocked a few times before trying the doorknob and it was unlocked. She pushed the door open and called out to him.

"Jack? You really have to stop leaving your door unlocked. Someone much creepier than me could come in and kill you." Y/n walked into the kitchen and saw that it looked untouched. She could hear the sound of the TV faintly up the steps and started to walk up them.

"Jack? If you're naked or choking on your vomit I will be equally upset with you." Y/n pushed the first door open and the room was empty. She followed the sound of the TV and saw Jack sitting on the floor with his head in his hands, crying softly.

"Jack? Hey are you okay?" Y/m slid to the floor instantly looking him over for any kind of injury. She put her hand on the back of his head, giving his neck a light squeeze.

"Talk to me, what's going on babe?" Y/n's softness made Jack look up and she wiped the tears from his face.

"I'm...I was just watching old home movies." Jack pointed to the tv and Y/n turned on her knee to look at the screen. Y/n assumed Jack was upset with watching his parents but once she saw a second baby, she became confused.

"I had a brother, a twin brother. His name was Andy." Jack sniffled as Y/n spun her body to sit next to him and watch the home video, looping her arm through his elbow to keep a hold on him.

"There was two of you? How could the world possibly be ready for all that cuteness?" Y/n joked lightly. Jack let out a sad chuckle.

"Not for long. My...my dad killed him." Y/n felt her back tense. She looked at Jack carefully to see if he was fucking with her but he just looked devastated.

"It's all my fault." He sobbed. Y/n pulled him towards her and stroked his hair.

"Jack no! That's impossible. There's no way-"

"It is. I honestly don't know what makes me feel worse: that he killed my brother or that he thought he was killing me." Jack explained. Y/n had no idea what to say to make this better for him. She didn't know what to do other than hold him while he cried.

"I cried a lot as a baby. It was driving my parents crazy apparently and one night my dad thought the best thing to do in order to stop the noise was to drown me. Only he didn't pick me up, he picked up Andy and drowned him. Andy was my mom's favorite. I thought I was my dad's but I don't even know if that's true anymore because if he really loved me, killing me wouldn't have been an option." Jack ranted wiping snot and tears from his face as Y/n kept one of her hands tangled in his hair and the other sitting on his elbow to comfort him.

"I've questioned every single thing about my relationship with my dad since I found these stupid tapes. I thought he was my best friend. I thought he loved me more than life because I was his son and he was proud of me. How do I know that it wasn't guilt? How do I know that all the things he said to me or did for me wasn't just something to ease his shame?" Jack looked at Y/n almost like she might have the answers.

"When I was in the middle of my mania last year, after my parents died, I hallucinated my mom was still here. That she was with me when I found all this shit out and I wanted to blame her so badly. We were never close and now I know why. I thought it was her saying what I was thinking but I was wrong. It should have been me. I should have been the one to drown, not Andy." Y/n slid her body between Jack's knees and gripped his face.

"Stop okay? Don't say shit like that. You are a good person Jack. No one is perfect and babies drive people crazy all the time. Colicky babies aren't destined to be murdered just because you can't get them to stop crying. You didn't deserve to die and neither did Andy." Jack held her gaze and she continued to comfort him firmly.

"Actions have consequences and you can't blame yourself for the sins your father committed. You also can't question his motives to be a better father after commtting such a heinous act. If he was good to you, supported you and loved you while he was here, that's a lot more than some could ask for but you are not his flaws." Y/n brought her hands away from his face and took his hands into her own.

"We're programmed to love our parents despite their shortcomings. It's a hard pill to swallow but you are here and you've survived a lot to get here. Use that pain to make yourself stronger, don't let it break you down." Y/n felt Jack squeeze her hands and bring them to his mouth to kiss her knuckles.

"Why do you even bother to put up with my broken mess of a life?" Jack asked curiously and Y/n kissed his forehead.

"We're all a little broken. The fun part is finding people who help you put your pieces back together in a way you can live with." Y/n smiled.

"Would- would you possibly consider going out with me sometime? I mean when you aren't working or taking care of your mom?" Jack asked suddenly.

"I want to say yes...badly." Y/n could feel Jack pulling away.

"I get it-" She cut him off.

"No no you don't. I just want you to sleep on it. I don't want you to ask me out because we're forming trauma bonds." She laughed.

"I like you Jack. I really do and I would love to go out with you, I just want you to want to ask me out for the right reasons." Y/n explained herself and Jack nodded his head.

"I guess that's not really a rejection then." Jack finally smiled and Y/n felt the tension leave the room.

"Not at all. Just ask me out when you're having a good day." Y/n confirmed.

"You mean not when I'm a sobbing mess on the floor or puking on you? Are those not the hallmarks for a beautiful relationship?" Jack teased as Y/n helped him off the floor.

"Not one that I want to be apart of but I'm guessing the sex would be insanity." Y/n teased right back making Jack laugh.

"That I have no doubts about." Jack didn't release Y/n's hand as he was now on his feet.

"Thank you for coming by and checking on me...and just being a really good person." Jack squeezed her hands in his own and she nodded her head at him.

"What are friends for if not to drag you off the floor and remind you that you aren't your parents? Seriously, are you going to be okay if I head to work? I don't want you to sit here and sulk while I'm gone." Y/n pressed still holding hands with Jack like it was something they had done a million times.

"Actually, I was going to ask if you had a number or a card for those support meetings? I was thinking of possibly checking one of those out." Y/n's eyebrows went up.

"Of course, I'll text you the number. I think you might find some real comfort in just being around people who can relate to some of those lingering thoughts." Y/n pulled out her phone and texted Jack the address and number for the group therapy. He reached for his phone and checked the text.

"Thank you." Jack smiled. Y/n pointed at him.

"Eat something, call me or text if things get hectic again." Y/n pressed and Jack followed her down the steps to the front door.

"I will, I will. Go to work, save some lives and whatnot." Jack waved his hand and Y/n scrunched her face. She hated leaving knowing he was still in a sensitive space. He must have known that because by the time she pulled into work, she got a text with a photo of Jack eating takeout with the caption:

"Feeding my delusions so I can ask out my hot neighbor." Y/n laughed and quickly wrote back:

"I hear she gives great head." Y/n bit her lip and saw Jack typing.

"Oh wow, do you think Sharon's husband is a cuck?" Jack's text made Y/n laugh outloud.

"I don't know but you've got long hair, he might just consider it a spicy threesome." Y/n tucked her phone back into her pocket and walked into work with a smile. She hoped Jack was in a better spot then what she left him.

#Jack Thurlow #Jack Thurlow x Y/n #Jack Goes Home #One Shot Series #Glass houses #Glass Houses Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #19/38

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knack4harlow · 2 years

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NOTHING.

“Do you seriously not think what you did was wrong?!”. “You have to be fucking kidding me jack.” You were tired, sweating, and mind blank with anger. Your boyfriend of 2 years had gone against your trust once again. Yet he stood there thinking as if he did “nothing wrong”. You had devoted half your life to him. You gave up your job, you dropped everything to be there for him. Every show you were there. Every event you were there. Every single time he needed you,

you. were. there. But looking at him in front of you, blue eyes darker than you’ve seen them before with a face blank with no expression, you knew that all that meant nothing to him. You meant nothing to him.“I don’t understand why we're even arguing Y/N, you're overreacting.” he uttered under his breath, turning away from you. “I’m overreacting jack?!” “my boyfriend was just hanging out with his fucking ex!”. “The ex that would probably drop her panties for you in a second.”. “God Y/N would you stop being so insecure? I told you I didn't do anything with her!”. “ We talked and had a drink and that’s it! “I don’t see why you're making it such a big problem”. Was he fucking serious right now? “It IS a big problem Jack, it’s disrespectful to me and this relationship.”.

“You know Jackman, you've done a lot of disrespectful things in this relationship, too many to count.”. “You hang out around other girls, you come home late, and you haven’t said ``I love you in god knows how long!”.”You're a 24 year old grown man jack. That’s your favorite line right?. so act like it!”. “I believed your lies and everything you said because I thought this could work. I thought I meant something to you but this is the last straw!”.

He sat there staring at you. Like you were speaking another language. Like his brain was too small to even comprehend what you were saying. “ When are you gonna grow up jack?” “How would you feel if I went out with one of my ex’s jack huh?!” “Maybe have a drink, go out, maybe give him fucking lap dance while i’m at it!”. You glanced at him waiting for him to say something but he just stared at you. Finally uttering “are you done yet?” with a huff. Hearing that finally made it all clear to you he didn’t care about you. He never did. “All of those times you said “I love you” jack, did you ever really mean it?” You spoke. Looking into his eyes trying to find a spark anywhere you could. But there was nothing to be seen. After a long silence with him looking to the ground,you no longer could hold back the tears in your eyes. As they gently fell on your cheeks. He spoke “I won’t lie to you Y/N.”. “During these last few months I haven’t felt the same about you.” “Maybe I should've told you but you pieced it all together and did it for me, so thank you.”. With watery eyes you pleaded “so tell me how you really feel.” “God Y/N fine!” You mean nothing to me dammit! Do you get it now?!”. You got it, you got all of it. That’s it, that’s all you needed to hear. You moved to grab as many clothes as you could,tears flowing from your eyes wiping them as you put stuff in your bag. “Have your stuff out by Friday if you can, I've been sick and tired of this shit for a while now.”. He said, placing his drink on the desk. How could he say these things to you? After everything you’ve been through. The once love you had felt for him was gone, and there was nothing but hate. You grabbed your bag and keys looking back at Jack seeing if atleast a side of him still wanted you here. Yet all you saw was a nonchalant man standing in front of you who cared for nobody else but himself. “You mean nothing to me jack.” Nothing. You announced with a quiver. Closing the door not wanting to wait on a response you knew would hurt you more than you already felt. You went and got in your car driving away knowing the relationship you once had and loved was now Nothing.

#first ever fic🤪#way longer than I intended it to be lol #jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fic

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currentlyfckingurmom · 10 months

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Her Song part 4

"Do you think I should've kept her home from school?" I nervously ask Ash as we're seated behind the cafe counter, waiting for any customers.

"No, Y/N. The kid had a migraine, not an aneurysm. She felt fine last night and this morning, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, there you go. You can't protect her from everything. Just relax and enjoy Blondie singing about being 22 and getting hammered," Ash concludes.

"The song means so much more than that, you know. I thought I taught you better than this," I scold her.

"I know, but that's not the point. When's the last time you even went out?"

"I 'went out' plenty when I was dancing in a thong to afford the mountain of bills that comes with a newborn baby," I remind her bitterly.

"Right, sorry. But, c'mon, it can be fun if you're with the right people. Or person. As in a single woman, maybe blonde...British..." she trails off with a suggestive smirk.

"Stop. Literally stop, Ash. You're freakin' weird. I've met her like twice. Besides, she's like a totally amazing, famous actress and I'm...well, I'm me."

"Shut the fuck up. Stop acting like you aren't amazing," she snaps.

"I'm twenty-one and I have a kid, Ash. Not many people are gonna wanna take that on. Especially not people my age."

"So go for a MILF. Simple. Hey, maybe the Brit will introduce you to Scarlett Johansson," she suggests with a proud smile as if she just unmasked Jack the Ripper and provided a solution to everything.

"Oh god. Please stop."

"Never. You need to have some fun."

"According to my hometown, I've already have plenty of fun," I joke.

"That's not funny, Y/N. Those fuckers are dumb for ever believing him over you," Ash states seriously.

Whatever smart remark I was about to make was cut off by the door opening, and in walked the very woman that had plagued my mind ever since she walked in that rainy day. She quickly catches my eye and begins to walk toward us with a sweet, handsomely crooked smile.

"Good morning, Florence. How are you today?" I greet her.

"I'm doing well. How are you?"

"Oh, she's doing a lot better now," Ash butts in from beside me. I deliver a swift kick to her lower leg in retaliation and confusion blossoms across Florence's face at Ash's wince.

"Sorry, she's, um, I'm- tea?" I stammer, feeling my face heat up to my ears.

Laughing, she nods and says, "Yes, please. That would be lovely."

"For here?" I ask, to which she nods. "Coming right up, then."

I work silently, ducking my head to avoid eye contact as Ash and Florence make small talk. I hear Florence ask, "You all seem pretty young to be working here alone. Is this shop locally owned?"

"Um yeah, actually, I own it," I interject timidly.

"Oh, no way! That's so cool! How old are you lot, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Ash and I are both 21, and David is 24," I tell her as I set her tea down in front of her.

"That's amazing. There aren't enough young entrepreneurs in the world. I mean, everybody just thinks they have to take this set-in-stone path and I love how our generation just decided that societal norms needed a change-up," she gushes adorably.

"I couldn't agree more," I chuckle. "Do you work around here?"

"I live in apartment a few blocks up the road and I work a few blocks further down. Which is why I'm always walking by and stopping in. I promise I'm not a stalker or anything."

"Hm, are you sure you're not a stalker? I could totally see you being a stalker. Maybe even add a sprinkle of psychopathy in the mix," I tease with faux seriousness.

"Oh, is that what you think of me?" she kids with a smirk.

"Wow, I'm really starting to feel like a third wheel. Bosslady, if you're gonna keep flirting, can I take my break?" Ash interjects.

Just like that, the vibrant blush returns to my cheeks. "Sure, go ahead."

She wiggles her eyebrows at me as she makes her escape, and I'm very tempted to throw a bag of coffee grounds at her head.

Florence's phone dings and she checks the message before saying, "That's my work. I've got to go. Thank you for the tea, Y/N."

"Anytime, Florence."

She stands up and just before she reaches the door, I get the feeling that I forgot something. "Hey, wait!" I call. "Have you listened to Red (Taylor's Version)? It just dropped," I ask, gesturing to the speakers currently playing "Holy Ground" in the shop.

"Yes, I have. One of my friends is obsessed with Taylor Swift," she replies, laughing.

"Oh, well, have you heard "Enchanted" off of Speak Now?"

"No, I don't believe I have."

"Well, uh, I think you should. Listen to it, I mean. I really like it," I tell her as I fiddle with the corner of a napkin. And I was enchanted to meet you, I think to myself.

"I will definitely give it a listen. I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N."

"See you tomorrow, Florence," I say as she leaves the shop. "Wait, tomorrow? Does that mean she's coming back tomorrow?" I ask myself out loud.

"Yes, you clueless idiot," Ash says as she emerges from the backroom, scaring the shit out of me.

Recovering from my mini heart attack, I glare at her. "People really need to stop scaring me like that. At this rate, my heart's not gonna make it to 25."

"Then stop being such an easy target."

"You're very annoying today, Ashlynn."

"Mhm, sure, whatever. That whole situation with Florence, by the way, kinda gay. Just sayin'."

"Don't you have some jackass of a dude to call or something?"

"Jeez, no need for the attitude."

#florence pugh x y/n #florence pugh x you #florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #yelena belova

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bi-bard · 2 years

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I Don’t Want to, But I Love You - Jack Kline Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: I Don’t Want to, But I Love You

Pairing: Jack Kline X Reader

Word Count: 1,205 words

Warning(s): anxiety, fear of commitment

Summary: (Inspired by "i love you" by Billie Eilish) Jack takes a huge risk in their relationship with (Y/n). It doesn't go the way anyone had expected it to go.

Author's Note: I'm working on the next part of the OC (and some other OC's because I really need to give them some attention), so here's some angst to hold y'all over while I do that.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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I never knew that three words could make me feel sick.

Jack stood in front of me with a smile on their face. They were waiting for me to respond.

I don't know why they decided to say it.

"What did you just say," I asked.

"I... I said that I love you," Jack repeated.

They stepped forward to reach for my hand. I stepped back. My hands were immediately shaking. I felt my breath picking up.

"(Y/n)?"

"N-No," I muttered.

Their face dropped, "What?"

"No," I shook my head. "I can't... You can't... no. I'm sorry, no."

I turned around and walked out before Jack could stop me.

I made it to my room and slammed the door shut. I kept my eyes on it as I climbed onto my bed. My back rested on the headboard, and I pulled my knees to my chest.

My body started shaking as I started crying. I tried to keep quiet, but I was so overwhelmed by everything that had just happened. I couldn't get any of my thoughts in order. I was just paralyzed in that spot.

I don't know how long I stayed like that before there was a knock on my door. I pushed myself closer to the wall.

"(Y/n)," I heard Sam call through the door. "Can I come in?"

I took a deep breath before speaking up, "Okay."

The door slowly opened. Sam popped his head around the door before walking in. He closed the door behind him. He sat on the edge of the bed.

"Wanna tell me what happened with Jack," he asked.

I looked down.

"Okay, fine," he nodded. "Jack told Dean and me their side."

I let out a breath and hid my face again.

"(Y/n)," he said. "What happened? I know how you feel about Jack. Why did you... Why did you do that-"

"Because Jack can't love me," I muttered, looking at him. "That just... it can't happen."

"Why?"

"Because it doesn't happen," I insisted. "You and Dean take care of me, and that's great. But people don't fall for me, Sam. That doesn't happen."

"Jack has," Sam replied. "I've seen it. I've listened to them talk about you. I've listened to you talk about them. You two-"

"Stop it, Sam," I said, more tears welling up in my eyes. "Please. Please, stop it."

Sam let out a sigh and stood up.

"Please talk to Jack," he stopped by the door. "I'm not saying date them. I'm not saying to tell them you love them. But you two need to talk about this."

I just looked down again.

I heard the door close, and I closed my eyes.

I just wanted this entire day to be a dream.

--time skip--

I didn't come back out of my room again until the next morning. I was slow and awkward.

As I made it to the kitchen, I saw Sam and Dean at the table. They both fell silent. I could feel their eyes following my movements as I grabbed some food. I was hoping my anxiety would let me eat without wanting to throw up.

I turned around just as Jack walked in.

The entire room was tense. All of us froze.

I was ready to ignore them and walk back to my room, but I didn't get that far. Before I could, Jack snagged my arm.

We were suddenly in the forest near the bunker.

"What the hell," I asked. "Why did you do that?"

"We need to talk," they replied.

"We could've talked in the bunker."

"You would've kept avoiding me."

"I have every right to do that," I snapped. "I... I want to go home."

"Please hear me out," Jack said. "Please."

I looked down, crossing my arms over my chest.

"The only reason that I said anything was because Sam told me that you felt the same way. Dean agreed with him."

I was gonna kill them both.

"Why... Why did you run away," Jack asked.

I sighed.

"Please tell me," they pushed.

"You... You can't love me, Jack," I said. "You just can't."

"Why not?"

I shook my head.

"I love you-"

"Stop it!"

"Why?"

"Because I'm scared!"

It was silent for a moment.

"I... No one that says they love me sticks around," I explained. "They all leave. All of them. Either they get bored, or I become too much for them. I... I am not going to watch the same thing happen with you. You mean too much."

"That's not going to happen."

"That's a nice thought."

"It's not," they stepped forward. "All I need is a chance to prove that to you."

I looked down, wanting to run again. My thoughts were getting jumbled again. I should've just taken off, but I couldn't get my feet to move. I was stuck in that spot. I couldn't do anything.

"Please," Jack begged quietly, holding the sides of my face so I would look at them.

I closed my eyes for a moment. My brain was still going at a hundred miles per hour. Everything was just overwhelming. I was second-guessing everything. I just wanted it all to stop.

I felt Jack's hands moving from my face and I quickly moved to keep them in place.

I opened my eyes again to look at them.

I slowly leaned in and pressed my lips to theirs. It was soft and only last a matter of seconds. But it was so important. My hands moved to Jack's sides as I slowly pulled away. Our foreheads rested against each others. We were silent for a few moments.

"Say it again," I mumbled, eyes still closed. "Please."

"I love you," Jack repeated.

I still felt that nervous pit in my stomach. But instead of feeling the need to run and avoid all of this, I smiled. I opened my eyes and smiled at them.

"I love you too, Jack," I said.

They smiled widely at me.

I leaned in and kissed them again, grinning into it as I moved closer to them.

"We should go home," I muttered after pulling away again.

Jack nodded, "Okay."

They grabbed my hand, and we were transported back to the bunker.

"There you guys are," Dean said. He walked over to us but stopped when he saw us still holding hands. "Oh."

"Yeah," I looked down, finding my feet more interesting than Dean's expression.

"What- oh," Sam had the same reaction when he saw us. "Congratulations."

"Thanks," I muttered as I looked back up.

"Proud of you, kid," Dean added.

I grinned, looking at Jack. Jack grinned back at me before looking down at our hands, swinging them back and forth a little bit.

"Okay, now it's gross-"

"Dean," Sam snapped.

"What-"

"We're gonna leave," Sam grabbed his brother's arm before dragging him out of the room.

"Is... Is this when get to go on a date," Jack asked once we were alone.

I nodded, "That sounds really nice."

As their smile widened, I felt the anxiety in my stomach start to settle. It was worth it. I could feel it in my heart. Working through any hesitation I had about this was going to be completely worth it.

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#jack kline x reader #jack kline imagine #jack kline fanfiction #fanfiction #imagine #x reader #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural imagine #supernatural x reader

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babyharleezy · 2 years

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Hometown Love Chapter 4

(jack harlow x reader)

bloo's notes: i really had to go back and re read chapter 1-3 cuz i forgot what happened lmao. i also forgot what chapter we were on. ENJOY babes!! tag list: @watercolorskyy, @severewobblerlightdragon

as you woke up you checked your phone and hopped on twitter. you were scrolling and saw a tweet of jack promoting a new song. you decided to like the tweet and give him a follow because why not. you then decided to to scroll through his account. suddenly your eyes fell onto a tweet he posted 7 hours ago. "Nothing like a woman in some scrubs 😍😍😍😍 thank you for your service" you read. you rolled your eyes at it, yet you couldn't help but smile. you quickly realized your smile and instantly dropped it. you decided to go to a small breakfast place that you seen on yelp. quickly getting ready and walking out of your apartment. as you were locking the door, the man, the myth, the legend, jack harlow was making his way out of his door. amazing you sarcastically thought to yourself

"mornin neighbor" he said with a smile. "morning" you grumbled out. "where you headed" he asked. "breakfast" you said; being short with him. "yo same, im actually heading to my favorite spot" he told you; turns out he was going to the same place as you. amazing you sarcastically thought to yourself once more. "you want me to give you a ride y/n" he asked sweetly. and of course your dumbass complied. you hopped into his jeep and drove fifteen minutes to the spot. within those fifteen minutes you two had got to talking, he changed a lot. he definitely matured and that made it hard for you because you felt yourself falling back in love with him. on the other hand, jack had never fell out of love with you; honestly, you may have never fell out of love with him either.

the entire fifteen minutes felt like the old days. you and jack hadn't talked to each other in years but no one would ever notice because of how fast you two clicked with each other. as you pulled into the breakfast spot you two were cracking jokes and laughing at each others stupidity. you almost forgot about the tweet.

you two made your way inside and sat at a booth. both of you skimming the menu and you spoke up which broke his attention off of the menu in front of him. "i saw your tweet jack" you said, loud enough for only him to hear. "oh yeah, you like the new song?" he responded enthusiastically, he was playing dumb. "no, stupid, not that tweet. the one about scrubs" you giggled. "oohhh that tweet, yeah well i just had to show my appreciation for the nurses out there" he said slyly. "oh so it didn't have anything to do with me at all?" you questioned. "oh no, it had everything to do with you baby" jack replied in a low, raspy voice. oh i am so fucked. you thought to yourself. thank god the waiter came just in time and asked for your orders. the food came quick and jack scarfed his food down. he was finished by the time you took your fourth bite. you looked at him with concern. "jack, you shouldn't eat that fast, it isn't good for you. you'll be more bloated and prone to having more gas. and it can fuck up your metabolism" you told him, your inner nurse shining through. it's something you always had told him in the past. "yeah yeah. i've heard you tell me that a million times" he said with a quiet laugh. "and clearly you don't listen" you said with an attitude. you two continued talking and you finished your food. the waiter came by with the check and you grabbed it while taking your card out. "no, this is on me. i know you can pay for your own meals with your nurse money but lemme treat you. for old times sake" jack said sternly. after a lot of back and forth, you finally let him pay. "thank you, but just know that next time i'm paying" you told him.

next time.

"oh so there's gonna be more of these?" jack asked you with a smirk and you just rolled your eyes at him for the umpteenth time.

you secretly hoped there would be more days like these. you missed him. but you knew you two should just be friends. nothing more and nothing less. just friends. no matter how much you two still wanted each other, you both knew that you didn't wanna hurt each other again.

you two made your way back home and made your way up to the elevator. "i missed you y/n" jack said quietly. he was getting shy for some reason. "i missed you too jack" you said with a soft tone. oh no this was not going as planned you thought to yourself. your heart was beating so fast. and what you didn't know was that his was beating just as fast as yours, if not faster. the eye contact the both of you held held so much tension. he wondered if you wanted him just as much as he did. the both of you were interrupted with the ding of the elevator. both of you stepping out of the elevator and making yall's way to your doors.

"thank you for breakfast jack, i had a great time" you said to him; you could feel your cheeks burning up. "yeah i had a great time too y/n, thank you for letting me take you" he said before he made his way into his apartment. both of you feeling giddy. it felt just like your first date, back in high school.

the day went on and you both did what you needed to do. by the time it was 11 pm, jack had made his way back home from the studio. you heard his door shut, indicating that he had just came home. you hoped he wasn't working himself too much. although you weren't his partner anymore, you still worried about his well being. suddenly you heard a notification pop up on your phone. a text message.

"you up"

after all these years you were shocked that he still had your number and that he didn't change his own number. you also had forgotten that you still had his number.

"yeah, you wanna come over"

you mentally cussed at yourself. no way you were giving into him.

not even a minute later, you heard knocking on your door.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x you #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow blurb

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carlsainz · 2 years

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𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 – 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒏 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒔

summary: you're spending the summer at the hughes' lakehouse but things between you and quinn are not how they used to be.

pairing: quinn hughes x reader

requested: yes

warnings: none i think

a/n: hihi loveys, here i am with this request from oli !! i loved writing this one, hope y'all like it <3

if there are any mistakes please let me know, since it's not proofread. (just imagine THIS quinny in the cover as the quinny here)

word count: 4,7k

lowercase intended.

my requests are closed.

sitting on a chair at the huge backyard, you inhaled the clean air that you only found at the hughes' lake house. this house has always been your sanctuary in the summer, since you've been friends with the boys since childhood.

with eyes closed and lost in thoughts, enjoying the last moments of peace and quietness before everyone arrived, you didn't even notice ellen sitting beside you.

"hi honey, you ok?" she asked in a maternal tone.

"oh my god," you said, putting your hand on your chest, feeling your heart beating fast by being caught by surprise.

laughing at your reaction, ellen said "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to scare you."

"no, that's okay," you laughed too, "i was just lost in my own head, no big deal."

"you want to talk about whatever it's disturbing you?"

quickly weighing your options, you chose to talk. after all, ellen hughes has always been listening you since… well, since forever.

"there's this guy i…" you stopped and then sighed. "there's this guy i really like but i don't know if he likes me back. and i'm really confused because we had an arrangement, you know?" you were feeling your whole face burning with shame. ellen just nodded and you continued. "we spent some good months together, he's a spectacular guy. i love his friendship and company, he's the best person for a lot of things, specially marathon series with," you smiled. "as long as i want to stay with him, i know i can't take it anymore. it's too much to my heart, i can't keep hurting myself like that."

"so what did you do?"

"i told him i couldn't do this and ended that strange thing we had and he didn't say anything," you sighed. "i miss him every single day, i've been through hell to be honest. but it's for the best, i have to have some self love, right?"

"have you ever considered that this guy can like you too?"

"nah, there's no way."

"but how would you know?"

"i think if he really liked me back, he would've told me, we had plenty of time," you shrugged. "also, he could've called me or something during this time we're apart."

"oh dear," she sounded sad for you. "look, i'm not playing devil's advocate here but try to put yourself in his shoes. he can be a shy person or thinking the same way you're thinking."

"how?"

"well, he can be thinking you don't like him and never will," she started slowly caressing your back the way she always did. "that's one of the options for why he hasn't told you anything."

"i really think that's not possible but thank you for hearing me, mama hughes, i love you," you genuinely smiled this time.

"i'm here whenever you need, my dear. you just–"

she was interrupted by loud noises coming from the front of the house.

"here they are, i thought they were gonna take longer to arrive," she laughed.

"i'm glad they're here tho, they can help distract me."

"absolutely," she got up. "if you need to ask me something or just talk about what's in your head, you know where to find me."

"thank you very much," you said, getting up too.

"i love you, darling," she hugged you tightly and then headed to where the boys were gathering with all their things.

you looked at the lake one more time and followed her. as you expected, the living room was a confusion of voices and luggages. since the house was pretty big, all three boys always brought their friends to spend some time with them. jack always brings more people than anyone, he and his ntdp buddies are inseparable during summers.

this year, they were here again, of course. luke is with some of his friends from umich and quinn is alone.

quintin hughes. your guy. your best friend since forever and the boy you love for as long as you can remember. you were feeling nervous seeing him for the first time after you "broke up" with him. his hair was longer and his beard looked amazing. while looking at him, you had to tell yourself lots of times you couldn't caress his face or kiss his lips.

"earth to y/n" you heard. shaking your head to get back to reality, you looked at the person trying to talk to you.

"alex, oh my god i missed you so much!" you wrapped your arms around your best friend.

well, second best friend, since the first one is – or was – quinn.

"how are you doing, bug?"

"not so well," you replied, your voice lowering.

"that same thing?"

"yup," you let out a tired sigh. besides ellen, alex is the only one who knows everything about your situation with quinn. "but how are you? we haven't seen each other in a while, tell me everything."

turcs started telling you some basic things since you were still in the middle of the noisy living room while quinn watched from the other side of the room.

he was feeling nervous too, even more than you. as his mother said earlier, not knowing she was talking about her own son, he was, in fact, in love with you. nonetheless, he was afraid as hell of your reaction if he told you the truth. in his head, you were way out of his league. you're smart, lovely, gorgeous, funny, and a lot of other things. why would you look at him as more than a friend? besides, you've known him since you were kids and he didn't want to lose your friendship, but hey, surprise! it was ruined too now.

quinn thought he was lucky enough to have you as his friend with benefits, that thing of taking what you can. but of course it ended. he was heartbroken since the day you looked at his eyes and told you couldn't continue this. choosing to focus solely on hockey, he gave you space, not realizing you were waiting to see if he would do something different.

he was brought back to the moment at the sound of his mother's voice.

"okay everyone, enough with this mess here," she said and everyone went quiet. "let's organize the pairings to the bedrooms now."

quinn saw his mother grabbing your hand, since you were closer to her, and announce "y/n, you're with quinn this summer," she said. "i thought it was ok since you usually slept in the same bed here when you were younger?"

when he was ready to open his mouth and ask to change with someone else, you were already speaking.

"that's ok, mama hughes."

the rest of the room was clueless, except quinn and alex, of course. they were looking at you, thinking about why you did this.

the thing is, not even you know why you said it was ok. of course it wasn't, you couldn't sleep in the same bed as quinn after everything. but you'd think about it later.

ellen followed her list, designating pairs for the rooms, and soon the living room was calm again, as everyone headed to their bedrooms.

you grabbed your things, going upstairs to your bedroom while trying to distract yourself with some music you were addicted to. quickly finding the room, you put your luggage on the floor, starting to put your clothes in the wardrobe. you were in the middle of it when quinn knocked on the door and entered the room.

he looked at you and you looked at him and everything looked strange. you were dying to hug him and so was he, but you just stayed glued to the same place looking at each other. he gave you one last look with his sad eyes and closed the door behind him, going to the other side of the bed and starting to do the same as you in silence.

after some time, you couldn't take it anymore. turning around, you observed him, missing your moments more than ever.

"hi, quinny," you said in a low voice.

"hi, angel," he said in the same tone.

feeling your eyes watering, you dropped your things, going straight to him. hugging him without thinking twice, you felt the tears streaming down your face while he held you tight in his arms.

"i missed you so much," you said.

"me too, you have no idea."

"can we just pretend nothing happened?"

his heart clenched at your words but he said "of course we can, i miss my best friend."

you slowly nodded against his chest, sniffling. as much as you wanted to believe that everything would be normal again, you just couldn't feel it, everything was very weird between you. you disentangled your arms from his middle, giving him a tight squeeze, looking at his face and trying to smile. he did the same but your heart ached either way.

"well i have to finish unpacking my things," you said.

"me too, i think my mom's gonna be here soon telling us to help her."

"yeah, let's do this."

•

later that night, everyone was saying good night as, one by one, they went to their bedrooms to sleep after a long day. after you finished unpacking your things, both you and quinn went to help ellen and then spent the rest of the afternoon outside with everyone else. it was good to see your friends after so long but something seemed off and it was your relationship with quinn.

some of them noticed you weren't as close with quinn as you usually were, staying with alex more than normal when you, in other times, would be glued by quinn's side. ellen was the one who noticed more than others, naturally. she couldn't quite understand what was happening between you but she was going to find out.

going upstairs before quinn, you took a quick shower and dressed comfy to sleep. when you stepped outside the bathroom, you saw quinn closing the door, looking tired.

"hm hey, about sleeping tonight," he started. "i can sleep on the floor if you want."

"oh no, you can sleep in the bed, there's no problem."

there was a problem, but you wouldn't let him sleep on the floor.

"are you sure?"

"yeah, that's alright."

"ok, then i'm gonna take a shower."

"mhmm."

you stared at each other in an awkward silence and quinn cleared his throat. he picked some things and headed to the bathroom, while you turned the lights off, leaving only a bedside lamp on. you heard the shower noise and lay on your favorite side of the bed, thinking about this situation. in a few minutes, you'd be sleeping beside the man you love for the first time in a few months and you didn't know how to react.

not wanting to wait for him, you just turned on your side and closed your eyes, trying to sleep fast. of course it didn't happen, you only sleep fast when you're hearing nature sounds on your spotify but you didn't put them because quinn probably don't want to hear it.

the bathroom door opened and you kept your eyes closed so you didn't have to talk to quinn. you heard a heavy sight coming from him, and then some noises indicating he must be putting his things in their places. he turned the bedside lamp off, laying down. a few seconds passed and you started hearing your favorite nature sounds' album out of nowhere.

it was quinn. he remembered and put his phone between your pillows after setting the timer. you're sure you could cry just at this gesture. smiling softly, you started feeling the sleepiness already coming to you.

•

the first time you woke up, you noticed the warmth under your head. since when is your pillow so warm? with your sleepy brain not letting you care enough, you snuggled even more, going back to sleep once again.

it didn’t take much time for quinn to wake up too and for real. at first, he wasn’t alarmed by feeling your body in his arms, your head on his chest. this was a current situation for a long time during your friends with benefits period. he enjoyed the moment as always, but then suddenly remembered that you put an end to this. being extra careful to not wake you up, quinn managed to disentangle your bodies, getting up short after. rubbing his eyes to get rid of the rest of sleepiness, he looks at you one more time before he goes to the bathroom and then the kitchen to eat something.

there, he finds almost everyone eating and chatting, all of them excited to enjoy the day and the summer as always. he acted normal, kissing his mom’s cheek and eating and chatting with some of the boys. today, they were all going fishing together, a thing they couldn’t do very often when the season was happening.

while eating, quinn started zoning out, thinking about you per usual. why do you have to be so incredible? the thought of how he could fix things with you was eating him alive. perhaps he should ask his mom what to do. yeah, he was definitely going to do this later.

“wake up, jerome,” someone yelled to him.

“hm what?”

“man were you even on earth?” trevor asked.

“what do you want?”

“oooh he’s moody,” it was brendan’s time to tease him.

quinn just gave him a look and he immediately closed his mouth before saying something stupid.

“they were asking if you’re ready to go to the lake, huggy,” luke said.

“yeah, sure.”

they all got up and quinn took advantage of the momentary mess to talk to his mom.

“hey mom, can we talk tonight?” he said in a low tone.

“sure sweetie, should i be worried?”

giggling, he said “no, it’s not a good situation but you don’t have to worry.”

“ok, now go with the boys.”

“bye mum,” he kissed her forehead and followed everyone.

meanwhile, you were waking up and getting ready for the day. since it was officially the first day, you would be only staying on the shore, working on your tan and reading some book. going downstairs to eat, you found only ellen watching tv.

“hi mama hughes, how are you?”

“great honey, and you?”

“i’m gonna be fine,” you gave her a sad smile.

“still that boy?”

“yeah.”

“and you wanna talk about it?”

“actually no, i think i’ll try to distract myself today,” you said. “where’s everyone?”

“fishing.”

“ooh, makes sense.”

“what do you want to do today?”

“i was planning on staying at the shore in the sun reading something, what about you?”

“well i was thinking about spending the whole day sleeping to rest.”

“you’re so right, i’ll be out soon so you can have the whole house in silence.”

“take your time, dear. there’s tea and some food for you in the kitchen.”

“thank you, you’re the best,” you kissed her head and went to the kitchen.

after eating, you grabbed your sunglasses and book and headed to the chairs outside to lay down. you read just a few pages before drifting off to sleep. you were lucky because you remembered to apply a layer of sunscreen, and the sun wasn’t strong. it was a dreamless nap, 2 hours of rest and then you were waking up again. picking your book again, you continued from where you stopped and luckly your brain kept everything related to quinn in second plan, giving you a truce.

the book you were reading was about a fictional famous hollywood's actress who had seven husbands and an incredible life story. you were enjoying your time but then a droplet of water fell on your head and you looked up, seeing it was starting to rain. collecting your things, you ran to the house and kept quiet so ellen could rest and headed to your bedroom. after taking a shower, you lay on the bed, smelling quinn’s scent. you missed it so much you could cry.

picking up your phone, you started scrolling through your social media and listening to some music. you were so distracted you didn’t even notice quinn opening the door and then closing it. he was quiet until he stubbed his pinky toe on the bed.

“holy shit,” he almost yelled.

you startled at the sound, taking off your airpods and looking at his face.

“oh my god are you alright?”

“i am but it hurts so much.”

“stay here, i’m gonna grab an ice pack.”

you practically ran downstairs and grabbed the ice pack in record time. going back to the bedroom, you saw quinn sitting on the bedside, looking defeated. you hated when your boy looked like that. he’s not your boy, you reminded yourself.

“here, put your feet on the bed.”

he did as you told and you placed the ice pack after taking a look at his finger. it didn't look broken nor swollen, only being red.

“you will be okay, just keep it on for-”

“20 minutes, i know,” he interrupted you. you backed off, suddenly feeling shy. “thank you, y/n/n,” he added.

“i’ll be downstairs.”

you did it and sat alone on the front porch until ellen called everyone for dinner. going to the dining room, you saw that the only available place was beside quinn. sighing, you sat and asked “how’s your finger?”

“way better, thanks for asking.”

jack, who was looking at your awkward interaction from the other side of the table, asked “what’s going on between you two?”

“what do you mean?” you asked.

“you’re acting all weird since yesterday.”

you heard everyone agreeing and felt cornered.

“nothing’s wrong, i think y’all are seeing more than what’s here,” quinn said.

“yes,” you agreed. “and also, people change so…”

“everyone, time to eat,” ellen came to your rescue.

you looked at her with a grateful look and she smiled at you. the rest of the dinner was pretty normal, the boys talking about their fishing day while you ate in silence.

after everyone finished eating, you excused yourself and headed to the bedroom, just wanting to hide from the world under the covers. quinn stayed behind to help his mom while everyone went to the backyard.

“ok sweet boy, want to talk now?” ellen asked, putting the things in the dishwasher.

“sure,” he replied. “i was… seeing a girl back in vancouver and she’s my friend but we had an arrangement and everything was good and seemed to be ok, at least from my point of view. we were always together doing everything but not officially because i didn’t want to ruin our friendship but i guess i did it anyway, i really don't know.” at this point, despite having heard only the start, ellen was starting to connect the dots. “i swear everything was normal and then one day she called it quits and i was so shocked i didn’t even react. i still don’t know what to do because…”

“keep going, baby.”

“i love her, mom, i really do. and i’m so heartbroken since that day because i miss her friendship and our moments together and everything. i feel so lonely without her, i don’t know what to do to fix things and i thought you could help me.”

he didn’t realized there were tears streaming down his face until his mom approached him and started drying his tears with her thumbs.

“oh my little baby, i feel so sorry for you,” she said. “i think the best thing i can say to you for now is to try to distract yourself here, going out with the boys and enjoying your brothers.”

“but what can i do to get my girl back?”

“just be patient and enjoy the summer here with your family and friends, quinny,” she said, messing up his hair. “and then you can talk to this girl, tell her your feelings and if she’s the one for you, she will understand. and if she doesn’t feel the same, it’s not the end of the world. keep in mind that when a door closes, others are opening for you.”

“ok mom,” he said, begrudgingly.

“now go do something, i think the boys are outside,” ellen said. he nodded and did what she said.

this whole situation seemed like a mess to ellen. the thing is, she knows you live in vancouver for college and of course she knew you were always together since little kids. she only needed to connect the dots and realize you were talking about quinn and he was talking about you. it hurts to see that this situation could be solved with a little communication, the pain could be long gone. it was now her personal mission to make both of you talk about it somehow and she would do what she could to make this happen.

after that day, your awkward dynamic kept going, the only change was the way you were sleeping now. after two days waking up the same way as the first, you and quinn started sleeping as you used to do, together from head to toe. but it was only this. you couldn’t act like a normal person around him and the same with quinn. ellen was working hard trying to make you have a conversation but nothing seemed to work. until the universe got tired and did the work all by himself.

you were spending a lot of time with alex this summer and that night it wasn’t different. you were all around a bonfire chatting and making s’mores and roasting marshmallows. everything was nice and comforting, you were feeling truly relaxed and happy despite everything going on in your head. the time was passing quickly and everyone started to go back home to get some sleep, until it was just you and turcs. you stretched your limbs and let out a heavy sigh, starting to think about quinn all over again. why was everything so complicated?

“turcs why can’t i be happy with quinny as my boyfriend?”

“aw bug, you know you should talk to him about how you feel, don’t you?”

“i know but it’s so hard, my biggest fear is to be rejected and lose his friendship for real this time.”

“but your friendship is kinda nonexistent at this moment,” he said.

“shut up alex, i hate you.”

“but it’s true, you really should tell him. i’ve known quinn for a long time now and he’s always been the type of guy who can only show his feelings with his family, you know? i think he’s afraid of telling what he really feels and you misinterpreted his lack of action after you broke up with him.”

“that’s basically what mama hughes said.”

“you told her?”

“yeah, i just didn’t tell i was talking about her son but besides this little information, i told.”

“see it’s not too hard, you told me, told ellen and you can totally tell quinn.”

“that’s not how it works, smartass.”

“you’re wrong but ok.”

“it’s just that i love him so much, i hate seeing him and not being able to act like a normal person. i just wish i could say it to quinny and hopefully he would say he feels the same but if feels so impossible to me,” you sighed. “i’m sorry to keep talking your ear off about this whole situation, i just don’t know what to do.”

“you don’t need to apologize, i understand,” he said. “what i have to say is you need to find the courage to tell him. if you need support, i can go with you.”

“i need some time to think about what i’m gonna do.”

“and i need some sleep, let’s go bug.”

“okaaaaay.”

you and alex went back to the house, but what you didn’t know is that quinn was hearing everything. he went back to the backyard because he forgot his phone and heard it by accident. he couldn’t believe what you said, it all felt like a feverish dream. the girl he loves loves him back. when you were out of sight, he grabbed his phone and went back to the house, suddenly feeling a rush of adrenaline and confidence.

opening the door to your shared bedroom, he saw you looking at something in your phone and cleared his throat, catching your attention.

“we need to talk.”

“about what?”

“us.”

“what about?”

“i heard you and turcs at the backyard by accident, i’m sorry.”

“you what?” you said, your eyes wide open.

“it was an accident, i swear, but i have to tell you that we’re feeling the same way.”

“how can this be true?”

“you never noticed?”

“of course no, you silly boy, if so i wouldn’t be asking.”

“calm down,” he sat by your side. “i- i love you. for real. more than friends should love each other. i’ve loved you since we were teenagers but then it faded and everything got back like a hurricane when you started living in vancouver.”

“why didn’t you tell me before?”

“the same reason as you, silly.”

“i can’t believe we messed up everything when we could be dating for a long time now,” you let out an incredulous laugh.

“i know, it sucks,” he laughed too.

“so it’s so easy like this?”

“i guess so? we’ve known each other for a long time and that’s our dynamic.”

“well i don’t have much more to say about it, we suffered in silence when it all could be avoided but now we can finally be together after everything,” you said.

“for real this time, no more misunderstandings.”

“for real,” you said. “babe i missed you so much.”

“me too, i couldn’t take it anymore.”

“i know, i know,” you said, “come here.”

you opened your arms and he hugged you, resting his head on your chest just how he likes.

“i love you so, so, so, so much, quinny,” you mumbled, kissing his head.

“it’s so good to hear it, you have no idea,” he said. “i love you too, my love, i never stopped loving you.”

you stayed tangled for some time but then quinn decided he had been deprived of your lips for too much time and he wanted to end this. lifting his head, he looked at your face and captured your lips in a gentle kiss, your hearts beating so fast they could explode. his lips were warm and soft against yours, his beard scratching you but it was so good you didn’t care. he held your neck, adjusting your head so he could deepen the kiss. meanwhile, your hands were threading through his soft hair. boy, you missed it so much.

when the air was needed, he slowly pulled away, giving you some pecks while trying to breath and it was a mess but you were laughing.

“i. love. you,” quinn said in between pecks.

“i love you too, huggy bear.”

“we should sleep, as long as i want to keep kissing you the whole night i’m tired and you must be too.”

“you’re right, babe.”

getting up to change your clothes, you stole a shirt from quinn’s things as he laughs, shaking his head. after being dressed and clean, you turned the lights off and lay down by his side.

“i have a confession,” you said.

“go ahead.”

“i wasn’t sleeping very well until we started sleeping together again.”

“same with me,” he said.

“i guess we’re just meant to be together.”

“as we should.”

“i love you.”

“i love you too, my sunflower.”

quinn grabbed his phone to put the nature sounds and after setting the timer, he asked you to turn around so he could be the big spoon. doing as he said, you felt so protected and loved as you only felt when you were a little kid.

from that day on, everything seemed to be back to normal with you and quinn back to your old dynamic. well, old for you, because for the others – besides ellen and alex – it was all new. they all supported you and of course, they teased you, but it was all great and beautiful because you were with the love of your life.

as ellen said, when a door closes, others are opening for you. always. in this situation, the door was only a matter of time to be the right one.

#quinn hughes #vancouver canucks #quinn hughes imagine #gabs writes

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astroluvr · 2 years

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could u write something where jack and y/n are at a party or something and catch feelings for each other?

i really liked this concept and i hope you like it!

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you'd been friends with urban for quite some time and you'd only met jack in passing once. jack had been on your mind ever since, and he could easily say the same about you, which is why when urban was planning a kickback he did his best to insure that you two would be around each other.

"so, is your friend going to be there?" you asked urban, walking behind him in the grocery store. he was picking up a few snacks because he claimed that his friends would eat him out of house and home and invited you along.

"well, a lot of my friends will be there. it's a kickback." he answered, a smirk on his face. "unless you mean a specific one."

"jack."

"oh, jack. the one you have a crush on, right?"

your eyes widened and you crossed your arms. "i never said that. maybe he said that." you mumbled.

"that you have a crush on him?"

"if he said that, he's lying."

"don't call your man a liar, y/n." urban snickered and you rolled your eyes. "anyway, yeah, he's going to be there."

"oh, okay."

urban chuckled and shook his head.

at the kickback only a few hours later, you had mostly been around urban since you didn't know many other people. as the hours went on, your courage to talk to jack disappeared.

"i'll be back." urban said, looking over to you as a group of people made their way outside, rolling papers in hand.

"wait, what?"

"just chill, man. nobody's gonna bite you." urban laughed and squeezed your shoulder before walking outside to the patio.

you weren't in the mood to smoke with anyone else, so you stayed behind and grabbed a soda. to anyone else, you looked like a wallflower in the kitchen while music blasted all around you. it wasn't long before you were interrupted, looking up from your phone when you felt a cabinet open next to your head.

"oh, sorry." you hopped off the counter without thinking and found yourself between jack's chest and the counter. you groaned to yourself at the position.

"hey. y/n, right?" he backed up with his cheeks a little pink and you nodded, clasping your hands behind your back.

"yeah, you're jack." you said, and jack laughed before you cringed at yourself. "i mean, i meant to ask, but it came out as a statement and- yeah."

jack laughed and leaned against the counter. "how've you been? it's been, what? two months since i saw you?"

"i guess it has, yeah. and i've been good. you?"

"i've been great, but busy. you know, if i wasn't so busy, i would've linked with you a long time ago." he smiled down at you and you looked away to hide the goofy grin that spread across your face.

"well, maybe we should trade numbers in case you're not busy and want to hang out." you suggested quietly and jack put his tongue in his cheek.

"i'll take you up on that number, but i'm not busy right now." you chuckled and shook your head slightly in confusion. "i'm asking if you want to go get something greasy? my treat."

you couldn't help but laugh loudly and nod. "yeah, i'd love to."

after eating half your weight in fries, you and jack went to sit in his car. your feet were pulled into the passenger seat and he was reclined slightly in the front seat.

"I don't know why I was so nervous to talk to you." jack shook his head and you raised your eyebrows.

"you? nervous? about me? please."

"you're beautiful and smart. when we were at that dinner, i couldn't stop looking at you. i guess i thought you'd think i was weird."

"i was staring at you, too, so don't worry. i didn't think you were weird until tonight when you asked for ranch to go with your fries."

"you liked it."

"i most definitely did not."

"our next date, i'll bring ranch soda."

"oh? our next date? implying that this was a date?"

jack shrugged and let out a chuckle. "if that's what you wanna call it. usually, i'll put my girls on an economy flight and get ice cream, you know?"

"you're awful!" you laughed, and jack smirked.

"i'll put you in first class."

"you're really passionate about this date." you felt yourself grow nervous again, speaking softly as a lazy smile graced his face.

"i'm passionate about you."

"and ranch."

"close second." he whispered, getting closer to you.

your legs came down and you neared him, leaning over the console a little. "i'd really like to go on that date. whenever you're not busy, of course."

jack chuckled and cupped your chin, pulling you closer. "may i seal the deal?"

you nodded, feeling his warm breath fan against you before connecting your lips. he broke away from the moment and left you with two pillowy pecks after.

"you're even prettier close up." jack murmured and you couldn't help but smile. "and beautiful when you smile."

"save it for the next date."

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow blurb #fanfiction #open requests

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rattyoakenbitch · 3 years

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❝𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠❞ ─ 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐦

after all this time, i start asking why i'm staying

were you ever mine?

are we something that's worth saving?

❥ content ; gn reader, eventual fluff, angst, happy ending

❥ warnings ; cursing, themes of cheating

❥ synopsis ; you're will's s/o. when he comes home from work, you can tell he's off. what you didn't expect was him to kick you out.

❥ a/n ; none!

"Will?"

You call out after hearing the front door to your house open and shut. When you don't get a response, you get up from your laying position on the couch and approach the front door.

There, Will stood. His back was turned to you as he hung up his coat, and although you could not see his face, you could immediately tell he was off. Even the energy around him felt dark and tense.

"Oh, hey, hun.." You said anxiously, trying not to set him off in any way.

Will didn't react to your voice. Instead, he backed away from the clothing rack and walked past you, not even bothering to spare you a look. This wasn't the first time Will acted out like this, especially considering he was exhausted all the time from the work Crawford gave him. But he would at least greet you soon as he walked through the door, not flat out treat you as if you didn't exist.

"Will," you sighed dejectedly, more to yourself than to your boyfriend. You quietly followed him upstairs to the master bedroom, where he began to strip off his work clothes, changing into something more comfortable. Still, he ignored your presence. You had to make another move.

You slowly approached him from behind, placing your hands on his shoulders. You were immediately taken back when he forcefully removed himself from your touch and walked away to another corner of the room.

"Will, I just-"

"What?" he scoffed mockingly, "You just want to help?"

"You're my boyfriend, Will, of course I want to!"

He laughed.

"It certainly doesn't help when you breathe down my neck every fucking minute."

Tears pricked in your eyes, Will's vicious tone scaring you. You searched Will's own eyes, trying to find any trace of remorse or regret. He had none. You didn't even know who you were looking at.

"What are you talking about, Will? When you want space, I give you space. When you want love, I give you love! What more do you want from me?"

"I want you to leave."

And then it was quiet for a moment. You both stood there silently, feet away from each other, eyes burning holes into the others.

"..What?" You stared in disbelief. "Wh- What are you saying right now, Will?"

"I want you to leave. I want you gone, Y/N. I don't need you anymore."

"No," you bit your quivering lips, hot tears spilling down your cheeks. Will averted his stare from your crying form, the floor suddenly becoming more interesting.

"No, you're lying. You're just saying that. You can fool everyone else, but you can't fool me."

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Lies. "It's best if you just leave."

You choked on a sob. "What?! Where is this coming from all of a sudden? We were okay just the other day!"

Will remained silent, still not daring to make eye contact with you.

"Is there someone else?"

"I- No, Y/N. I don't owe you an explanation."

"So this is it, then? You're just gonna kick me out?"

"Please, Y/N. Don't make this harder than it already is."

"This is hard for you?! You're not the one getting kicked out!"

Will sighed, somehow managing to remain calm while you screamed at him.

"I'm sorry." And the conversation ended there.

You began to pack your bags. You also phoned a friend, asking them if you could crash for a bit until you had a stable job and a home. You were not about to sleep on the sofa tonight.

You opened and slammed drawers, taking your anger out on furniture as you took your belongings with you. You also did it to spite Will, who attempted to get some sleep. But he did not complain. He continued to act as if you didn't exist.

It made you wonder. Where did it all go wrong? How long has he thought about leaving you? Was there another person?

Will wouldn't answer your questions. At this point, you didn't wanna know.

You were able to finish packing up within an hour. Will was still wide awake during that time, listening closely to the angry banging of furniture, quiet sniffles and shaky inhales as you tried the best you could to keep your composure.

You loaded all your bags into your car, getting ready to head to your friend's place. You went back inside to get a couple more things and look around the house a final time. You stopped by the front door as you were about to leave, your eyes landing on a picture on the windowsill of you and Will. Your already tired, red eyes welled with tears again. You opened up the frame, sliding the picture out and folding it into your pocket. Not like Will would want it in his house anyway.

And so you left.

You didn't say your goodbyes. You just left.

A week had gone by. Will carried on with his job as usual, attended his therapy sessions, but he never once mentioned you. Not a lot of people knew about you and Will's relationship, or what was once a relationship. Since his coworkers already knew so much, or what Will deemed to be enough information about him, he wanted to keep your relationship secret. Not that you minded.

The only person who knew of your relationship was Alana Bloom and Jack Crawford, but even when it ended, he didn't tell them anything. He didn't tell them how guilty he felt the night he kicked you out. He didn't tell them he still had nightmares about you being harmed. He didn't tell them how he was the one harming you in his nightmares. He didn't tell them how empty he felt when you blocked his number and social medias (ok sorry but like little headcanon here?? will has an instagram and it's just pictures of him fishing / or of his dogs fnsmdnskdjsk).

He never told them how he tried not to stay in his house as often, because it reminded him of you.

He was definitely acting strange at work. It was easy to tell. Even Bev pulled him aside to inquire about his health. But he continued to keep his mouth shut, until he couldn't.

Will rushed to the front door when he heard little taps on the metal screen. Secretly, he hoped it would be you. But when he opened it, there stood Alana Bloom. Will always thought Alana was beautiful. But how could anyone disagree?

Her long, dark waves that framed her perfect, slim face were never unchecked and unkempt. Makeup or none, preppy work uniforms or pajamas, she always seemed to look her best.

You even found yourself feeling small and insecure when Will invited her over for you to meet. But he assured you that she could never even compare to you. You believed it.

Alana's thin lips curled up into a soft smile. "Will. Can I come in?"

"Y-Yeah, sure." He let her in and she walked through the front door for the first time in forever.

"Jeez," she chuckled. "How long as it been?"

"Maybe too long," Will simply replied.

Alana walked around the house, scanning every detail while Will patiently trailed behind her. The dogs were playing outside, so it was just the two of them.

"Why did you decide to come over today?"

"I've been worried about you." She turned around to face Will, who stopped a few feet in front of her. "But now that I'm here in your house, I can see why you've been acting off."

"What's your diagnosis, Doctor?" Will joked, an attempt at lightening the tense air.

"Y/N. They left, haven't they?"

There it is.

Technically, Alana wasn't wrong. You did leave, but Will never clarified in what circumstance.

Will looked at the ground.

"Yeah.. Took all the photos too."

"Hey," Alana began, her finger resting under Will's chin, prompting him to look up at her. "You don't have to hide from me."

A week had gone by. A long, lonely, miserable week. You crashed at your friend's for two nights before your parents invited you to live with them while you worked on getting back on your feet. They didn't live too far, so you thanked your friend for their hospitality and moved in with your parents.

As you finished unpacking your stuff, you realized you were missing some things. You cursed at the realization you would probably have to pick up some stuff from Will's.

You still had the key, so you would have no problem getting in, unless he had the lock changed of course. You were only worried about running into him.

What the hell?

You got dressed. You didn't wear anything fancy, but in case you ran into Will, you felt obligated to look presentable and show him that you could still make it without him. You decided on doing a bit of makeup. Again, nothing fancy. Just enough to conceal the dark circles under your eyes and make your features pop.

And then you headed on the dreadful drive to Will's place.

When you got there, you were too nervous and too focused on making the trip quick to even notice Alana's car in his driveway.

However, what did catch your attention, were the many dogs Will owned. They ran up to you as soon as they recognized you. They panted as they jumped and wagged their tails, expressing their happiness the most they could. You tried your best to pet them all, your mouth lifting up into a smile. You didn't realize it but you really missed the dogs.

You dug around for the key in your pocket and pulled it out, quietly unlocking the front door and letting yourself in.

"You don't have the hide from me.."

Your eyebrows furrowed together at the sound of a female voice.

When you walked into the living room, you were horrified to see Will with another woman. Alana.

Their lips were locked, engaging in a passionate kiss, not even noticing your presence. You felt sick as you put the pieces together.

"Now I know why you kicked me out," you whispered, half to yourself and half to Will, who almost about pushed Alana off him at the sound of your voice.

Both their cheeks heated up in embarrassment when their eyes fell on you.

"Y/N! I'm so sorry, I thought-"

"Look, I only came to pick up some stuff. Then I'll be out of your way." You didn't once look away from Will, deciding to totally disregard Alana's presence and apologetic mutters.

With that, you rushed out of the living room and into your bedroom, searching under the bed and in the closet for your missing items.

You heard faint talking from the living room but tuned out most of it, deciding it wasn't worth your time or even your business in the first place. Then you heard the front door shut and a car start from outside.

Before you could process what might've happened, you heard Will's footsteps stop outside the bedroom.

"Y/N, we should talk."

"No, we shouldn't."

"You blocked my number."

"What good would it do if I kept it?"

"Please, hear me out."

Disgruntled, you turned to face Will, sending a cold glare his way.

"Look, unless you found a way to make a time machine and give me back the time I wasted on you, I don't want to speak with you."

"Why won't you just listen to me?!" he snapped.

You scoffed, "Well surprise, douchebag, I have feelings and you hurt them!"

"Well, I'm sorry, alright?" he calmed down now.

"Are you? Really?" You shook your head. "A sorry won't fix this, Will. Not after what you did. Gods- I can't even look at you right now."

You laughed. "You know what fucking sucks? After all you did, after the cheating and the lies, I'm still in love with you."

Will teared up. "I was never with Alana, Y/N. It's always been you."

"Then, why, Will? Why did you throw me out so coldly like that?"

"I began to have dreams, Y/N. Nightmares," Will admitted, his voice beginning to break. "Nightmares about people hurting you. Criminals. It was too real. As much as I loved- As much as I love you, I never wanted you to choose me. I don't want people using you as a weapon against me. To hurt me."

You slowly walked towards Will, stopping a foot away from him. You looked up into his glossy bambi eyes as he spoke.

"It was when the nightmares got worse, when I was the one hurting you, that I realized you weren't safe with me."

You cried. "Oh, Will. I wish you had told me."

"I couldn't. I didn't want you to remember me that way."

You laughed. "Well, I ended up remembering you as the asshole who kicked me out, instead."

Will managed to give you a smile through his tears.

He brought his hand to your shoulder, and gently lead it up your neck to the side of your face, cupping it lightly and brushing his thumb across your cheek.

"I would never hurt you, Y/N."

"I know. I know, Will. You aren't a monster for having nightmares you can't control." You brought your own hand up and placed it against Will's, leaning into his warm touch. "I'm still here. I'm alive. In your hands. And I feel safe with you."

Almost hesitantly, Will leaned in, connecting his lips to yours. His body felt tense, but when you kissed him back, you felt his worries disappear into the air.

He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

"Stay with me tonight?"

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ssa-steverogers · 3 years

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𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙨

pairing ╏ aaron hotchner x female!reader

word count ╏ 2.4k

summary ╏ a couple years have passed, and aaron and reader begin to question their status; inspired by two ghosts by harry styles

warnings ╏ none (?) please tell me if i missed anything x

note ╏ guys. i haven't written fanfics for like three years!1!!1!1! so i apologize in advance for any mistakes and grammar errors! i do hope you enjoy though! and also for the sake of the fic, jack and haley don't exist sorry guys lol and the ending is kind of bonk bonk but leave a like, comment, or reblog if you want! <3

I couldn’t pick up the phone. I sat back on the chair in the apartment we bought a couple years ago. But it tasted bittersweet just thinking about it; something I was supposed to cherish but couldn’t. The two plates of food on the table were now dull. What was once smoking and bled with heat was now encrusted in a dry film; unappetizing.

The phone continued to ring. Once. Twice. A pause. Once. Twice. Three times. But after the eleventh call, I figured he stopped. Aaron had forgotten his key that morning. It's almost humorous how he could tell the difference between a psychopath and a sociopath in his sleep but forgot the simplest things like our house key. And our fifth anniversary.

Earlier today, I had asked Aaron to go home early. But even after five years of marriage, eight of living together, and ten of dating, he couldn’t seem to care less of my whereabouts lately. Distracted, distant, and rigid.

“Hotch,” I swung into his dimly lit office earlier that day, “I'm going to be headed home early tonight. I-“

“Alright, see you at home,” Aaron continued writing his paperwork and took half a second to glance up at me. It’s unclear if he meant to cut me off or not but it didn’t matter because it would’ve hurt either way. Distant, I thought. A quick look at his office and nothing would’ve seemed different but I thought I saw more clutter than usual.

“Okay, well... I’ll see you tonight. Don’t be late!” I tried to look past it, for now. I blew a kiss his way and he looked up to smile at me briefly. The smile reached his eyes but I couldn't tell if it was genuine. His pen didn’t stop writing. Distracted, I thought. “Bye, I love you,” I breathed out and quickly shut the door, walking out to gather my stuff. I didn’t wait for his reply; unsure if he even had one. I wondered what he’d say. And if it’d hurt more than what his words didn’t say.

Looking at my watch on the way to my desk, it was half past four and it was clear to say that no one was done with paperwork yet.

“Where are you going?” Spencer questions, catching Emily’s attention. She looks up from her pile of work as well.

“Well, things to do and places to be,” I smiled at the two, putting my tablet into my bag. I grabbed my gun from my drawer and put it to my holster. Emily smiled knowingly. She knew it was me and Aaron’s fifth anniversary. Emily even helped pick out the perfect outfit for tonight’s homemade dinner. She also knew about Aaron’s behavior lately. We both thought of it and we discussed every scenario except the worst one yet. He wouldn’t do that to me, I would think to myself, not after what Haley did to him. It was the unspoken what if that I wasn't ready to swallow yet.

Emily and Spencer waved me goodbye and she wished me good luck, along with a smile that was poisoned in pity. I was almost entirely sure it wasn’t on purpose but I wasn’t sure of anything at that point. I walked out the door, into the elevator, and it felt so repetitive. The same elevator every day, the same building every day, living the same life every single day. I’d casually mention to Aaron how the repetition felt like a lot sometimes over paperwork in our office at home and he’d hum quietly. Maybe in agreement. We both loved our job. The same thing every time; but we were saving lives. Maybe it was the effect of his changed behavior. Maybe he felt it because he thought my behavior changed as well.

The same thing every time; coming home separately, even though we used to come back together. We were drifting and although it wasn’t the first time, we always resolved it. Things happen and we’d come out stronger and I had never had a doubt. Sometimes the job was hard and I was there for him, and he was there for me but it was different this time. He'd come home late and I'd be asleep by the time he got back. Then, I started to do paperwork at the local coffee shop and he’d be sitting in our office, waiting for me to get back.

No words would be exchanged once we were together for the night. Maybe a ‘hey’ or ‘how was your day?’ and then a simple ‘good.’ We’d both change our clothes and get into the bed. We were getting further and further away every night in bed. Too exhausted to think of words for this odd place we were in. Sometimes he'd hug me and take a deep breath and I'd release a breath I didn't know I was holding. Something was just not working this time. Trust your gut, Aaron used to say to me when I first joined the BAU. My gut told me that this couldn’t keep on going at the rate this seemed to be deteriorating.

All these moments led to right now. The phone rings beside me as Aaron waits outside in the drizzling rain at eight o’clock, without the key that he forgot this morning. I unlocked my phone to read the messages exchanged earlier tonight.

today 7:40

y/n: hey aaron are you still at the office?

love: Yes, is there something going on?

y/n: aaron

love: Yes?

y/n: oh you forgot, didn’t you?

love: Forgot?

y/n: aaron, it’s our anniversary?

read 7:46

I purse my lips and wonder if he still loves me. Of course, he does, my mind wanders, would he have been with you for ten years if he didn’t? I chuckle sadly. The food on the table now cold, the outfit Emily and I chose doesn’t seem so perfect anymore. The candles on the tables nearly half melted. The dining room looked eerie now, sitting by myself on a Thursday night with two uneaten plates of food with candles nearly burnt out.

That’s when I hear him knocking on the door gently.

“Y/N? Please let me in. I didn't forget, I just,” Aaron’s sigh is muffled by the door but I hear it clear as day when I get out of my seat and walk up to the door. I think he hears me walking to the front and continues. “I was distracted. Something isn’t right between us right now and we should talk about it. I’m sorry, Y/N, please let me in so we can talk.” I sigh in defeat and unlock the door, slowly. The door opens and his hair is flat from the rain, briefcase tucked under his arm with his phone in the other hand. But his posture isn’t as upright as it usually is – he probably knows he fucked up. I wonder if he’s been profiling me from my texts, or my current body language even though we promised we wouldn’t do that to each other.

He walks through the threshold of this house but his eyes don’t waver from mine as he sets his stuff down and puts his gun away in the drawer. A glimmer of his keys reflects the light in the drawer. It’s almost funny, how he remembers his gun but not his keys even though they were in the exact same place. It makes me wonder about the integrity of our situation and if he had left the keys on purpose.

I walk to the dining table with the food I made and turn away from Aaron. I’m not sure about what to say. I've obviously been avoiding this conversation for quite some time and even after all this procrastination; I still don’t even know what to say. I hear Aaron's footsteps from behind me and I wait to see if he has anything to say. After I'm sure that he doesn’t, I begin.

“Aaron,” I turn around to face him. I smile grimly, feeling tears prickle at the back of my eyes and it hurts to swallow, “What the hell happened to us?” Aaron stands there, arms crossed and a hand on his chin. Crossing arms suggests closing yourself off and is a gesture of defensiveness. “What happened to our Thursday night dates? Aaron- I don’t- I mean,” I struggle to complete a sentence when millions of thoughts are racing through my head, “I know you’re not happy. Sure, maybe everyone thinks that you don’t show a lot of emotion but I know you and you have a tell for specific things. When was the last time we really talked about how we felt about us? C’mon, Aaron, who are we bullshitting? We weren’t communicating and you know that it’s one of the most important parts of a healthy relationship.”

“Why are you using past tense?” Aaron asks and he’s doing the face he only gives to people he thinks are suspicious.

“What are you talking about? And why are you giving me that face?” I pause and Aaron tries to cut in but I get to it first. I make a face and pull my eyebrows together. “Are you profiling me right now?”

Aaron looks taken aback at my comment. “Are you?” Oh. When I don’t say anything he continues, “You’re using past tense when you mention our… marriage and relationship. If you have anything you want to say you should say it now. There really isn’t a better time,” His voice grows cold on me, the same way he does to unsubs we interrogate. I don’t think the ice in his tone is intentional but he probably can’t help it. He’s right though, should I confirm my suspicions? I don’t want to hear his answer to my question in fear that it might be the wrong one. But he is right, this conversation is long overdue.

“Are you cheating on me?” I breathe out at once. “Are you?” The tears are getting harder and harder to hold back and time seems to move slower by the second.

“Y/N, what? No, I'm not! Why would you think that? I could never do that to you. You know about Haley and how she cheated! And you think I'd do that to you?”

“You were just distant lately and-“

“Distant?” He pauses, I know he wouldn’t interrupt me if not necessary so I let him go on, “Y/N, so are you. I didn't think you were cheating. I thought you needed time and that I needed mine. I had thought about what you had said a couple weeks ago about how repetitive life felt.” I nodded at his words. “You’re not the only one who thinks that.” A pang of guilt radiates in my chest, because I think we both know how this was going to end.

“Okay,” I say.

“Okay?”

“Okay.” I walk a little closer to him and cradle his face in my hands. He rubs circles on my wrists, caressing me and I do the same to his face. Tears are spilling from my eyes, down my cheeks, “Aaron Hotchner, I love you more than anything in this whole entire fucking world. I know you love me and that I love you but you’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met in my life and we both know what’s coming. It’s been unspoken for too long, I know that. But whatever happens, you have to know that I love you. We had our good days,” I look around to see picture frames on the walls of our relationship in earlier stages. Smiling, dancing, laughing. I remember each and every one of the pictures and thinking that this would be the man I would love for the rest of my days. “And we had bad days. There will never come a day that I forget all the wonderful things that we had. I’m using past tense now because I think-“

“I think you’re right,” Aaron quietly cuts me off. “We’re not the people we used to be. We’ve changed but we can’t grow like this. I love you too, more than words will ever be able to encompass but maybe we’re feeling stuck, not bored or repetitive.” I want to say something for the hell of being a couple for probably the last moments but I don’t want to stray far from the truth. Aaron’s eyebrows turn downwards a bit and his eyes are glimmering with tears. He envelopes my body in his and leaves a quiet kiss on my hairline.

I take a deep breath of air, trying to savor this moment for the rest of my life. My face is wet from tears and they won’t stop falling. I hiccup from the crying in his grasp so he plays with my hair fondly and almost inaudibly hums to me.

“Will we be okay? I mean,” A hiccup, or three. “I don’t want either of us to leave the BAU because of this but also will we be okay? In terms of feelings and… well, more feelings.”

“Of course,” Aaron begins. “I don’t love you any less but we both agree that things will be better this way. We just... go back to how it used to be before you asked me to a drink for the first time,” I can feel his small grin as he leans against my head. Being reminded of that day hurts now, but it has for a while anyway. I wonder if I hadn’t asked him to that drink one night after a local case, if we’d be where we are now. But I know everything here was nothing less than fate itself and that I probably shouldn’t dwell on what if’s.

And so after some moments of silence for something that would soon be gone, we stand underneath the dim lights of the dining room. Aaron holds me against his chest as we look at the candles on the table. They’re both burnt out. There’s no light there anymore. The candle has melted onto the chamberstick, leaving long trails of wax.

I hold him a little tighter and he does the same to me. I don’t know what the future holds but our two halves have drifted too far to come back together and that’s okay. I know things will be weird for a while but it’ll be okay.

“It’ll be okay,” I whisper under my breath. For the sake of us, we'd leave it here. Once upon a time, we were younger and more naive, better for each other then. But we're older now and we're stuck. Just two ghosts standing in the place of him and me.

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yuta-nakamots · 3 years

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misfit - j.sc

Pairing - Sungchan x Reader

Genre - Horror/Thriller, Angst, Fluff

Warnings - serial killer, character death, violence, murder, implications of sex

Summary - A murderer is on the loose, killing with no regret and ending the lives of more than just a few people. No one knew who it was, turning against each other upon even the slightest bit of doubt. Maybe you should’ve been more careful with who you chose to trust.

Word Count - 5.3k

A/N - this is inspired entirely from a dream I had a few days ago. I've added very little to what I saw in my dream aside from Sungchan as the male lead. yes, I am freaked out by this and yes, I am scared of writing for Sungchan bc I don’t know his personality all too well but as an ‘01 liner myself I have faith in us

Written for the #NeoHalloween writing festival hosted by @nct-writers. Check out the masterlist here.

For five months now, your town has lived in fear. A serial killer was on the loose and he was known by the name of Hickleback Jack though no one knew where the name came from or who had started it. Each month, the population of your town voted on the local community board to have one person executed who they thought was Hickleback Jack. So far, not a single guess was right leaving five innocent people dead. Well, five plus an extra thirty, give or take.

See, the thing about Hickleback Jack, was that every time the votes came in at the end of the month, he could see just who voted for him and targeted them as his next victims. He killed six of those people over the following month, adding up to seven dead each time the town guessed incorrectly. It was getting to a point where no one trusted each other, no one dared to say anything against each other in fear of being accused or in fear of being the next to fall mercy to Hickleback Jack.

Not much was known about this killer other than his appearance. He’s male with a tall and broad figure though he always covers his face with some kind of mask. His common weapon is known to be an axe. People have claimed to have seen him late at night under the dim orange glow of the street lamps but he was never caught by the authorities, leaving everyone restless and waiting for the next kill.

The night was still young when you had gotten home from school and it was a Friday night which was basically an open invitation for you to call over your boyfriend, Sungchan. He had transferred in to your university at the start of the school year, and had ended up sitting next to you during your sophomore seminar class, leading to the start of your friendship with him.

A simple friendship soon blossomed into a relationship after Sungchan’s bright personality began shining through his somewhat intimidating exterior. You lived without fear when Sungchan was around, the love you had for him blocking out anything else in the world that wasn’t him.

You sat on your bed, your homework spread out in front of you while you held your phone up to your ear. “Do you want to come over tonight?” You ask as soon as he picks up your call.

You hear rustling on the other end of the call before Sungchan clears his throat and speaks, his voice husky from sleep. “Sorry, can you repeat that?”

“I said, do you want to come over tonight?” You paused and heard him yawn. “You fell asleep after class didn’t you?” You smiled to yourself thinking of your boyfriend’s handsome face as he napped after getting back to his apartment once he finished with his classes for the day, which was a common occurrence now that the semester was in full swing.

“Mmm,” he hummed in thought, “as much as I’d love to, I really shouldn’t have taken that nap because of how much homework I have.”

“Oh, that’s okay, do your homework first,” you reassure him, “maybe we can hang out some other time this weekend. It’s only Friday after all.”

“Definitely. Are you starting yours right now?” Sungchan asked.

“Yeah, I’d rather not wait and end up cramming on Sunday night.” You laughed, knowing that said event has happened more times that you’d like to admit.

Sungchan let out a noise of agreement. “I’ll let you know when I’m done with my homework though.”

“Same here.” You promised.

“Alright, let’s get to work and I’ll talk to you soon.” He told you.

“Sounds good, love you.”

“Love you too.”

With that you hung up, eager to start on your homework in hopes of getting to spend more time with your boyfriend. You actually had a lot of it this weekend thanks to molecular biology, and you figured that if you couldn’t talk to Sungchan, who had yet to take the course, you called up your study group discord instead. Luckily, many of them were in similar situations as you, faced with the daunting task of completing all the worksheets assigned during class earlier in the day.

“Okay so was anyone paying attention during the lecture today?” Your classmate Chenle asked.

“I know Yeji fell asleep so you’re in the same boat as her.” You interject, recalling the sight of both of them knocked out in their seats as the professor droned on about the functions of the structures inside cells.

Yeji let out a gasp of shock at how blatantly you called her out. “I may have fallen asleep but at least I still know that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.”

“Everyone knows that, Yeji.” Your other classmate Jaemin said, his voice void of enthusiasm.

“Okay, Jaemin, we get it, Mr. Serious.” You teased.

“Yeah, this is a biology study group, not a bible study group, lighten up a little.” Chenle jokes.

Jaemin scoffed, “sometimes I feel like I’m the only one who’s trying to do well in this class.”

“Well not all of us enjoy the taste of coffee with six shots of caffeine in them.” Yeji argued back.

“Guys,” you called out as Jaemin and Yeji started arguing, “guys!” They finally stopped to hear what you had to say. “Let’s just get this over with sooner rather than later because I know none of us want to be awake at 2am trying to figure this out alone.”

“Agreed,” Chenle said, “so question three, the one about the DNA mutation, how is missense different from nonsense?”

“Missense is where one of the bases mutates and changes to something else, therefore changing the protein level,” Jaemin explained, “nonsense is the same theoretical concept except it spells out one of the stop codes.”

Yeji let out a groan, “can you slow down, or like, I don’t know, use easier words or something?”

Most of your night passed by like this and before you knew it, it was already nearing midnight and you could tell your classmates were just as exhausted as you. “I think we should call it here.”

“Definitely,” Yeji confirmed, “tomorrow morning at 10?”

You all let out similar answers of acknowledgement before Chenle spoke up. “The poll closes on tomorrow night so make sure to vote if you haven’t already.”

Because of how long this has been going on for, everyone was already on the same page once someone mentioned the poll or voting. “There were only five kills this month so I wouldn’t be surprised if the last one is announced tomorrow or Sunday morning.” Jaemin chimed in.

“All the recent kills were related to the university so I know a lot of people are suspecting someone in our age range.” Yeji informed the group.

Jaemin let out a chuckle, “if the killer actually is a college student, I wouldn’t be surprised since it is getting close to the last wave of midterms and then finals so that would explain why the victims fall into the same category.” The chat fell silent at that. “I’m just saying that he’s getting a little lazy by grouping all his kills like this.”

“Jaemin, are you sure you’re not the killer?” Chenle asked with a laugh at the end.

“Guys, I can promise you that I’m not the killer, I swear on my life.” Jaemin promised.

“Alright, that’s enough detective work for tonight, I’ll start the call again around 10 tomorrow. Sounds good?” You conclude, wanting to curl up under your covers already, which is exactly what you do once everyone wishes each other a good night and hung up.

Morning came a little too quickly for your liking, the bright sunlight flooding into your room through the window and forcing you awake. Checking your phone, you saw that it was 9:30am, meaning you had some time to spare before your next meeting with the bio study group, along with a notification from Sungchan that he had sent well after you had fallen asleep.

Sungchan > y/n

2:14am: Just got rescheduled to work opening shift tomorrow.

2:15am: Didn’t finish my homework but I can stop by at your house after work with my stuff and we can hang out and have fun once we’re both done?

Your heart warmed at how he stayed up late trying to finish his homework for you and that he suggested the idea of coming over after his shift at a small local restaurant finished just so the two of you could be together even if you’d be focusing on your own tasks for a while.

y/n > Sungchan

9:32am: Sorry I didn’t text back earlier, I just woke up!

9:32am: But of course you can come over, I might even be done with my work by then ;)

You plugged your phone to let it charge and left it on your nightstand as you made yourself breakfast downstairs. The house was quiet since your mom already left for work and you dad worked a night shift job and was probably sleeping at the moment. It was strangely serene as you prepared yourself a bowl of cereal though the calm was rudely interrupted by the sound of your ringtone coming from your room.

Deciding to get it after eating breakfast, you poured the cereal in first, thinking about the way Sungchan had told you before that he liked to pour the milk first and let the cereal soak up the milk. “It makes it super soggy and I like it.” He tried reasoning with you, to which you only raised an eyebrow at.

Just as you put the milk carton back into the refrigerator and was about to take a bit of your cereal, your phone started going off again. You placed your bowl onto the kitchen table and made your way back up to your bedroom to see what it was that was so important this early in the morning. Checking the notifications, it was Yeji who had been calling you so you shot her a message.

y/n > Yeji

9:39am: What’s up?

Yeji > y/n

9:40am: I just dreamt that it was Jaemin who was the killer

9:40am: please call me right now I feel like I’m going to go insane

You heeded her words and called her immediately. “So what happened in the dream?”

“I don’t know, I just remember being chased by a man with an axe and I was running to the school to try to see if I could get help but then I tripped and when I turned around, it was Jaemin.” Yeji blurted out without a single breath in between.

You paused, trying to take in all the information she just threw at you. “Do you have any reason as to why you think you dreamt this?”

“The way he was talking last night,” she stopped to catch her breath, “he spoke so in detail that I couldn’t help but overthink like, what if he is actually the killer? What if we’re next?”

“Well, you can vote for him in the poll if you want but personally, I don’t think it’s him.” You think of your next words carefully. “I’m not trying to invalidate your thoughts but Jaemin does come from a reputable family-”

“Y/n, it could be anyone. Family doesn’t matter. We have no information on the guy, we don’t know what economic class he’s in or anything.” Yeji interrupted.

You took a few seconds to gather your thoughts before speaking again. “That is true, but we all know Jaemin wants to be a surgeon right? He’s in all these difficult classes and he maintains such high grades-”

“Okay but how is that relevant?” Yeji interrupted yet again.

She was getting on your nerves but you held yourself back. “Listen, I’m just trying to say that with the amount of time and effort he puts into school, I don’t think he could be the killer. The killer plans his kills well enough that we just can’t find him and that probably takes just as much time as school does for us.”

Yeji took a while to respond though when she did, her words surprised you. “Now you’re starting to sound like the killer.”

“Yeji, I can promise you that it’s not me. I’m just as scared as you are in this whole situation,” you reasoned, “I’ll even vote for Jaemin if it makes you feel better.”

She let out a sigh across the line. “Okay fine. Maybe a kill will happen while we’re on the call and it’ll clear Jaemin’s name.”

“I think you’re letting it all get to you, just try not to think about it for a bit.” You advised.

“But am I really overreacting y/n? We live every day in fear of being the next victim. Tomorrow is not promised to any of us, so am I really overreacting?” You look over at the clock on your wall as she spoke, realizing that it’s already 9:55 and you should probably start the call already.

“No, I don’t think you’re overreacting, I’m just saying that constantly thinking about it to this extent isn’t good for you. We still have school to pay attention to,” you explain, “speaking of, I’m gonna start the call now.”

“I can’t just stop thinking about it that easily but whatever, let’s just hope that we’re not associating ourselves with a murderer by doing this.” You can only shake your head as you start the call.

Chenle joined immediately followed by Yeji. “Good morning ladies, President Zhong here. How are we doing on this fine day?”

You rolled your eyes even though a smile spread across your face. “I’m doing good, Mr. President. Ready to finish off these worksheets.”

“Good, good,” Chenle affirmed, sticking with his act, “and you, Miss Yeji?”

“Fine.” She shot out.

Chenle let out a quiet chuckle, “someone’s a little grumpy this morning. Maybe we should’ve met a bit later.”

“No, let’s just get this over with.” Yeji grumbled just as Jaemin joined.

“Great! Now that the head brain cell is here, let’s get this meeting started.” Chenle exclaimed.

Four hours into your meeting and eight out of ten worksheets later, your phone begins to ring with an incoming call from Sungchan. “Hold on guys, I gotta take this call. Hello?”

“I’m downstairs, come pick me up.” You couldn’t deny the butterflies that spread throughout your chest upon hearing your boyfriend’s voice. You got up to let him in though you certainly didn’t miss the teasing coming from your laptop as your classmates yelled about you and Sungchan.

As you made your way downstairs, you froze halfway down the stairs, seeing Sungchan already in the kitchen eating the bowl of cereal you forgot about. “I’m guessing you made this for yourself earlier and forgot to eat it.” He said through a mouthful of food.

“Babe, no, don’t eat that, it’s like five hours old. The milk is probably stale.” You exclaimed, worried about his health if it really did go bad.

Sungchan only shrugged as he took another spoonful into his mouth. “Tastes fine to me.”

You rolled your eyes before turning to head back upstairs. “Join me in my room once you’re ready, you cereal monster. Leave the dishes in the sink too.” As you returned to your room, you couldn’t help but wonder how Sungchan got in though you figure he’s probably seen you use the spare key under the doormat a couple times since you often were too lazy to get your own keys out of your bag most of the time.

When you sat down in front of your computer again, Jaemin had just finished explaining the answer to the problem you guys were working on earlier so you chimed in asking him to go over it again though he was quickly overrun by an excited Chenle. “Is Sungchan there?” He practically yelled.

“No, not yet, he’s eating some soggy cereal downstairs.” You inform him.

“Alright, let me know when he comes in.” Chenle says, unphased by your boyfriends’ odd preference of cereal.

Halfway through Jaemin’s explanation, Sungchan came into your room, placing his bag down at the foot of the bed before he took his jacket off and stripped out of his work uniform. “I heard a door open, is that Sungchan?” Chenle shouted over Jaemin once more.

“I never get to fucking speak in this group.” Jaemin huffed, at which Chenle muttered a quick ‘sorry’ back.

“Yes, Chenle, Sungchan is here,” you announce, looking over at the boy in question who had just finished pulling a shirt over his head and winked when he saw you staring at his body, “he seems very flirty today, must be because of you, Mr. Zhong.”

Sungchan sits down next to you and places a kiss on your cheek, smelling oddly of cleaning supplies, but you pay no mind to that, figuring he must have used them at work. “How’s it going Chenle?” He asks, though his attention is only on you and he places his hands on your cheeks and leaves a quick kiss on your lips.

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t just hear the two of you kissing,” Chenle remarks, earning a laugh from Sungchan, “but anyways, you should come back to the basketball team. We miss our giant point guard, you know.”

“Nah, I’m too busy these days. I already have work and school plus I still want to spend time with y/n.” He commented as he shifted to lie on his stomach next to you.

“Man, who knew a girl would be all it took to make this dude throw his love for basketball out the window.” Chenle taunted.

“Love makes you do things, you know how it is.” Sungchan replied, resting his head on your thigh.

Running a hand through his hair, “anyways,” you divert, “back to what Jaemin was saying about meiosis.”

“Thank you, y/n, I thought I’d never be able to speak again.” Jaemin uttered pointedly. “As I was saying, the main difference between meiosis and mitosis is that it creates four daughter cells instead of two like mitosis does.”

“Hey guys, wait, did you see the article that just came out?” Yeji inquired. “It’s another death.”

There was a moment of silence before anyone said anything. “No but you can read it to us.” Chenle concluded.

“Okay,” you could hear the deep breath Yeji took before reading the article, “it says here that the body was found at around 1:20pm in an alley between the lower-income housing apartments, the cause of death is assumed to be by Hickleback Jack using his axe, and the estimated time of death is anywhere from 12 to 1pm.”

“Wow,” Jaemin began, “so he just killed out in broad daylight.”

“Not gonna lie Jaemin, but I thought you were the killer.” Yeji let out blatantly.

You were mildly shocked at her bluntness, but not surprised given how stressed everyone was. “Me?” Jaemin gasped, “Yeji, you know I’m pretty much Rapunzel with how much time I spend in my room studying. And when I’m not studying, I’m either editing pictures or playing video games.”

“It’s true,” Chenle confirms, “he really doesn’t leave his room. We had a sleepover once and I felt like I was becoming a hermit like him.” Sungchan slightly wheezed at that, sending Chenle over the moon. “Did you hear that? Did you guys hear that? Sungchan thinks I’m funny!”

“Yeah yeah, enough about me being a hermit. But Yeji,” Jaemin addressed, “why did you think it was me?”

Yeji hesitated before responding. “I just- the way you were talking the other night...I don’t know. It just sounded so specific and detailed that I couldn’t help but think that it could have been you.”

“I don’t think a murderer would simply reveal his plans like that, you know.” Sungchan proposed.

“Well yeah, but it’s just the way he spoke, it was like he had things organized...you know what? Let’s forget I said that, but I know the four of us are clear.” Yeji resigned.

Sungchan sat up, “wait, why am I not cleared?”

“Y/n, what time did he call you?”

“Like 2-ish.”

“Exactly. Sungchan, you don’t have an alibi, as far as we know, until 2 and the time of death is stated to be 12 to 1pm.”

“I was at work earlier in the day, though.”

“Can you prove it to us?” Yeji pressed on.

“Yeah, my coworkers can vouch for me.”

You were quite surprised at how aggressive Yeji was being towards your boyfriend but you didn’t see any reason to stop her since she had very valid arguments. “Send a screenshot of it to Chenle and we’ll verify you from there.” Yeji commanded.

Sungchan slouched down a little next to you. “I don’t have the numbers of my coworkers though.”

“Alright, then you’re still on the list of suspects.”

After finishing all the worksheets for microbio and ending the call around 3:30, Sungchan pulled out his laptop and started typing away at a half-finished lab report for his human A&P class. You fell asleep curled into his body, his warmth and the constant tapping of his keyboard lulling you to sleep.

When you woke again, you immediately noticed the absence of a large boy next to you and frowned to yourself. As you came to, you heard noise coming from the kitchen and identified your mother’s voice followed by Sungchan’s. Noticing the time on your phone, you guess that he was probably helping her prepare dinner since it was already past 6 and your family ate around 7 before your dad left for work.

By the time you made yourself presentable and came downstairs, your mom and Sungchan were already setting the table. “Looks like our sleepyhead finally woke up.” Your mother exclaimed, making you grimace. “You didn’t tell me Sungchan was staying over,” you were about to open your mouth to say that you didn’t know that either but you weren’t given the chance to do so, “it’s okay, especially with that killer still on the loose, it makes me feel better knowing there’s someone around to protect my baby.”

You looked at Sungchan as if asking him for answers though he seemed to only avoid your gaze, reluctantly taking the seat across from you at the dining table. Your father walked in, delighted to see your boyfriend. “Sungchan! Good to see you, how are things at school?” He asked as he joined you all at the table.

“Okay for the most part, I haven’t taken to my writing class all that much though I enjoy my other science classes.” Sungchan answers.

Your dad hums in approval while you stare down Sungchan, trying to get him to look at you. “Remind me again what you’re majoring in again?” Your mom asks, Sungchan whips his head around faster than you can make eye contact with him.

“I’m majoring in forensics.” He states.

“Interesting, interesting,” your father contemplates, “you know, y/n here wants to become a pediatrician. The two of you are practically opposites in the science field, one dealing with crime and the other dealing with children.”

Sungchan let out a laugh, “I guess opposites really do attract then.”

You hated how well he entertained your parents and you hated how much they liked him. For the rest of dinner you tried to pin him down through your stares and even played a game of footsie with him but nothing seemed to work. It was only once the two of you were back in your room getting ready for bed that you were able to talk to him.

“Look, I’m not mad at you or anything, I’d just appreciate it if you talked to me first before just telling my parents that you’re staying over.” You told him as you went through your skincare routine.

Sungchan jumped onto your bed as he apologized. “Sorry, I just thought that since both of us finished our homework and with the killing today, it would just make sense for me to stay over.” He opened his arms, inviting you in as you stood up after finishing your night routine.

You copied him, jumping into your bed straight onto Sungchan, effectively pushing the air out of his body. He grunted as your weight fell onto him though he still wrapped his arms around your waist and shifted you up the length of your body so your face was level with his. “Hi” you giggle, shy from the sudden close proximity.

“Hey.” He says back with a smile as you slide off him, leaving an arm and leg slung over his body. “Tired?”

“No, not really, I took a nap earlier since someone didn’t care to wake me up.”

“You looked too cute, besides, you need all the rest you can get.” Sungchan explained, using his free hand to squish your cheeks. “If you’re really not tired then I know a way to make you tired.” His hand found its way down to your butt to further emphasize his point.

“Ew, no, not now.” You quickly refused, moving his hand up to your waist. “Just go to sleep and I’ll probably fall asleep after you anyways.”

“Oh wait,” Sungchan said, reaching over you to the nightstand for his phone, “did you vote on the poll yet?”

“No, I almost forgot.” You groaned, lazily reaching for your phone as well.

You pull up the local community board and enter your information, looking at the list of all the citizens, pondering on who you’d give your vote to. “Who are you voting for?” Sungchan asks, looking over at your screen.

“I really don’t know.” You tell him, though truthfully, you had someone in mind.

Thanks to the nap you had, you really couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard you tried. You ended up dozing off occasionally but you’d wake up half an hour later only more irritated than when you first fell asleep.

You don’t remember what time it was, but at some point, Sungchan had removed himself from your grasp, unaware that you were still awake, though you made no effort to stop him thinking that he was just going to use the restroom and come back. Five minutes passed, five minutes turned into ten, then twenty, and you decided to check on him once thirty minutes had passed.

The house was completely dark, not even the light from the bathroom was on. You checked inside in case Sungchan had maybe gotten hurt and passed out, but he was nowhere to be found. After searching almost all the rooms in your house, you had yet to find any sign of him. After a bit of thinking, you had wandered out to your mothers’ greenhouse thinking that maybe some time with the plants would help to calm your mind.

It did anything but that.

Not long after setting foot inside of the small shed, you heard screams coming from nearby, getting closer and closer. You watched from the inside of the tinted glass as three girls ran through your backyard and into the next property. You couldn’t help it that you were frozen to your core, knowing who was coming.

You saw his frame as he jumped over the fence from the other end of your yard, axe in hand, running through the open grass and you thought he might have noticed you until he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes glued on you. You should’ve ducked down as soon as the girls ran past but it was too late now and there was no second way out of the greenhouse.

You knew you should have tried to run, maybe smash through the glass panelling but something in you told you that maybe, just maybe, you’d be able to stop him. Steeling your nerves as he crosses the threshold of the greenhouse, you call out to him. “I know who you are.”

“I’m well aware of that.”

It was as if your world was crumbling before you, the once so comfortable relationship you knew felt fake, even though Sungchan, your loving boyfriend stood right there. The only difference was that you knew who he really was.

“Why?” You start, “why did you kill all those innocent people?”

“It’s all for fun, y/n.”

“What do you mean ‘for fun’? Those are real people you know, people with families and friends who miss them dearly.” You nearly cry out as he continues to approach you.

“You see, life is a game.” He paused his words as he came to stand in front of you. “Laws are nothing but a social construct that us humans follow mindlessly until our own demise.”

He takes a step closer to you, but you stand your ground. “Laws are what keep us safe and keep us happy. They allow us to lead our lives peacefully with others-”

“They are nothing but limits.” He closes the distance between the two of you, an arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you towards him, and you allow him to do so. “My dear, sweet, y/n. If only you weren’t so smart, I wouldn’t be faced with this dilemma.”

“You wouldn’t kill me.” You were trying to persuade him just as much as you were to yourself. “You’d never.”

“Oh? And what makes you think that?”

“You love me.”

“I do, I love you so dearly, but now that you know who’s behind all the killings, there’s no way that I can let you go.” You felt his axe nudge the back of your leg as he brought both arms around you. To an outsider, it would look as if a couple were having a conversation, but for you, this was a fight for your life.

“Take off the mask.”

“Why should I?”

“So I can talk to you properly.”

He took off the mask without much more convincing, his normally handsome face now distorted by the crazed look in his eyes. People often say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and if they really were, then Sungchan didn’t have a soul.

“I swear to you that I won’t ever tell anyone about this, about you.”

“I don’t believe that you’ll keep that promise, my dear.”

“You know how much I love you. As long as we can stay together, I will not say anything.”

“This is not a tale of beauty and the beast. I am no beast to be tamed and there is no happy ending to this story.”

“Sungchan, no. You don’t mean that.”

“Do I really not mean it, or is that what you would like to believe? Something tells me it’s the latter.” He held you tight against him with one arm, the other raising his axe. “It’s truly a shame that your beauty must go to waste, you were truly a wonderful person both inside and out but I’m afraid that your life must end here.”

Before he could prep his swing, you pulled away and grabbed the nearest pot, launching it at him, the ceramic breaking against his head making dirt rain down upon both of you.

Not even a second passed before his axe was flying at you, lodging itself into your neck, nearly severing your head from your shoulder. You should’ve been thankful really, thankful that Sungchan had given you a quick death, not his usual route since it was so painless and easy for both the victim and the assailant.

He liked a struggle, but for you he made an exception out of love so that the last thing you’d see was him, your lover, before everything stopped.

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BIRTHDAY FIC FOR MY BEANNNNN

(short ish?)

An: I APOLOGIZE IF I SLAUGHTER ANYONE'S PERSONALITY ESPECIALLY LUCIAN'S @onesheart101

"Rileyyy~! Wake upp!" Lucian said in a sing-song voice, gently shaking the ginger. Riley blinked, letting her eyes adjust to the light and sat up, looking at the fluffy, white haired boy who was smiling, showing his little fangs. "Happy birthday~!" Riley tilted her head, her ginger hair messy from sleep and hadn't been brushed yet, fell into her face. "Birthday..?" "Did you forget?!" Riley hesitated and nodded. "I never really knew when it was..." "ahh! Don't worry about it!" Lucian grabbed her hands and led her out of the room.

Riley ran her hand through her hair, smoothing it out the best she could without brushing it and looked at Lucian. "What're we-"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY~!" Eddie and George cheered in unison as they both jumped out from behind furniture.

"Yooo! Happy birthday!" Carl chirped, jumping up as well, Eddie shot him a glance as the three boys ran over to Riley and hugged her.

Riley stood between the four; Lucian, Eddie, George and Carl, blushing heavily from embarrassment, surprised anyone would've remembered.

"Wait... where's Al? Do you know where he is?" Riley asked, eyes gleaming with concern.

"Nopeeee!"

"Nu-uh!"

George giggled when Riley's face turned bright red, as hands gently grabbed her waist. "A-Albert!"

Tears started to well in her eyes, not because she was sad, infact it was quite the opposite, she was extremely happy.

"H-hey! What the hell're you crying for? You're gonna ruin the day before we've even done anything if you start crying idiot!"

Riley turned and hugged Albert, who in turn blushed heavily.

"Crying? Hey what's wrong?!"

"Did we do something wrong...?"

"N-no! Ahh, sorry.. It's just I've never had my birthday celebrated before..and didn't expect anyone to remember."

Albert gently wiped the tears running down Riley's cheek and hugged her tightly.

"Shoo! We've gotta decorate!!"

Riley glanced at Lucian and giggled quietly, then went to go change. She changed into a white dress, and brushed out her hair.

❀

Each of the Bros and Lucian took turns doing things with Riley.

Carl played video games with her, George played murder with her, she, Eddie and Lucian had gone outside and ran around and played in the yard, Albert played piano for her,...and now she sat wearing a flower crown in the yard, watching the dogs.

"I haven't seen Henry at all today, that's weird...whatever!" She giggled to herself, knowing Henry had left her, and everyone else alone all day.

Suddenly a darker thought crossed her mind. She hadn't seen any of her family, of course they were dead, but the thought still bothered her.

"Riley...you scared me...it hurt... why'd you do that? It hurt a lot... why'd you kill Lexi and momma, and daddy too...?"

Tears started running down her cheeks, and she started shaking violently, sobbing.

"S-SHUT UP! I HAD TO! THEY WERE GONNA–...I had to..." Riley's voice shook as she spoke, not to anyone in particular, there wasn't actually anyone there.

"You didn't have to do it...Momma could've just stayed in jail, you didn't have to kill Lexi or daddy either...so why'd you do it?"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! I HAD TO! I DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE!" Riley's hands slowly balled into fists, holding the skirt of her dress in her fists.

"You always have a choice Riley."

"No I don't...they needed to die by my hands, not anyone else's. I had to be the one to do it... or else it would've hurt them more..." Riley's gaze fixed on a pale, ghostly figure deeper in the forest and her heart sank, it was Jack. She'd seen him...or his ghost at least before, but it seemed different, he seemed angry.

"Anyway...Happy birthday." The pale figure slowly faded out of view

"WAIT NO! JACK–" It was too late, the ghostly figure was gone. "god I'm so horrible and stupid..."

"Rileyyy~!.... Riley!"

Riley glanced back to the house, and noticed George standing at the door, wiping her face, she ran back towards the house, the dogs followed her.

"We need y– Heyyy! Why were you crying? Who were you yelling at?

Noticing the resemblance between George and her dead brother, Riley stood there silent, the resemblance was sickening, she loved them but they looked a little too similar.

"I wasn't crying..don't worry about it."

George looked up at her, blue eyes shining with worry but he grabbed her hand "Close your eyes!" Riley sighed, closing her eyes and then the two of them went inside.

"Don't peakkkk!"

"I'm not!"

Riley could hear Eddie's giggle, the one she'd heard so many times before, Eddie whispered something but Riley couldn't make it out, but she heard Albert's name and assumed Eddie was talking to his older brother.

"Open your eyes!"

Riley hesitated for a moment before slowly opening her eyes, once she did she gasped.

"Y-you guys– You guys didn't have to do all this!"

"Tch...Yes we did! It's your birthday, idiot!"

Riley still looked shocked, the entire bottom floor was decorated.

Lucian ran downstairs, carrying a box with holes in it.

Riley choked on her emotions, unable to speak.

Albert walked over to her, using up all his confidence, picked her up and held her close to his chest.

Riley's face flushed deep red as Albert held her.

"Heyyy! Put her downnn! We gotta hug her!"

Albert glanced at George and just rolled his eyes, taking a deep breath and then missed Riley on the cheek. Riley's face turned a darker shade of red and she shut her eyes, flustered.

Letting out a small huff, Albert put Riley down, everyone else ran over and hugged her, Lucian handed her the box, which shook a little.

"You did not...I- no...YOU GUYS DIDN'T, DID YOU?!"

"Hehe~! Open it and find out!"

Riley sat on the floor, with the box on her lap and carefully untied the ribbon, took the top off and gasped. There was a white puppy in the box with a blue ribbon loosely tied around its neck in a bow. Riley grabbed the puppy and hugged it, tears started to slowly toll down her face again, but she wasn't sad anymore.

Unable to speak, Riley say there, hugging the puppy, who licked her.

"I– I don't know what to say...THANK YOUUU!"

The brothers giggled, Albert looked at her fondly. "I'm glad she's happy..."

"I guess you like it huh~?"

Riley nodded. "Hehe~ Good! Marigold and I picked her well then!" Lucian looked proud of himself while Eddie nervously fiddled with his scarf.

Shanon came into the room, looking at Riley worriedly, she had heard Riley yelling outside, but was relieved to see the girl smiling.

"We have some more gifts for you dear!"

Riley looked up at Shanon, shocked. "R-really?!"

"Yep yep! Lots of em!"

❀

The rest of the day felt like a dream, Riley had finally had a proper birthday.

#Oc: Riley Morgan #Edward Mason #Carl Mason #George Mason #Albert Mason #Friends oc; Lucian Williams

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