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msmarvelwrites · 4 years

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The Winter Ghost - Part 5

Info: A Devastating car crash causes you to lose your memory and start over. The only thing left in the wreckage was the horrific nightmares which plagued your mind. If you knew what today would entail you would have just stayed in bed. But you didn't and because of that, everything you knew was about to change.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/n

Warning: language, PTSD, anxiety, violence, fluff.

W/c: 3.5K ish

A/n : oooh getting serious. Im having so much fun writing this you guys! Shout out to @cutie1365 for all her support! Go read her fic A Kid From Queens, but dont say I didnt warn you. Its addicting!

Everything happened really fast after that day in the common room with Wanda. Shuri worked tirelessly in the lab trying to develop a softer approach to bringing back your memories. She believed if she could restore them fully, we would have the last piece of the puzzle.

Becoming the perfect war machine seemed like the most obvious use for the serum, but Steve reminded you Hydra always had something up their sleeve.

You really enjoyed living in Wakanda. Most days were spent in the gym training. Trying to harness the team's abilities was not so enjoyable. You worked with Wanda most. It helped that you were only 4 years older than her. She was younger than most of the team and had a dark past that seemed to mirror yours.

Most of your nights consisted of you, Wanda and Nat settling into the couch and cheesy eighties movies on the plasma TV. Bucky would often come out of his room and sit with you.

You really enjoyed Bucky's energy. Something about him just drew you to him. Maybe it was his smile, or the way he smelled like mint and nicotine, or that he read the newspaper and drank black coffee in the mornings. You weren't sure. One thing was for certain, the more time you spent together, the harder it became to leave him. Bucky would tell you about his past and how he used to have to bail little 'Stevie' out of bar fights and ally brawls every other day. He made you laugh like no one really did. When he told you about his time with Hydra and how they would control his mind you would rake your fingers through his hair and whisper to him he wasn't alone anymore.

As the days melted into weeks, the horrific nightmares began to grow legs. It was one of the many side effects from Shuri’s digging. Some days it felt like Hydra knew you would try to remember and this was their fail-safe. Every time you began to drift off you'd see Tommys pale face, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. You swear, right before he stumbled off the edge of the bridge you saw him say something. You could never remember when you woke, nor could you recall any other detail other than Tommy. It felt wrong. You felt wrong. Like he wasn't yours to grieve.

One particular bad night, you remember waking up screaming. Your whole body felt like it was on fire as your tears seared down your cheeks. The only thing that grounded you after that was the small knock that echoed from the other side of your door.

“Hey, doll. Let me in?” His voice was soft and smooth and the only thing that seemed to bring you back to the dimly lit bedroom. You stared at the ceiling for a solid minute before slowly rising and crossing the room. Gently, you opened the door just a crack and looked up. There stood a sleepy-eyed Bucky. He sported a baggy pair of grey sweats and an old beat up tank, his arms on full display. In normal circumstances, you believed that that was enough to knock you out of any state. You wondered if Bucky knew the effect he had on people. Or worse, if he knew the effect he had on you.

“Can't sleep, keep me company?” He spoke, huskily. You could tell he had just woken up. Sleep still clouded his eyes, and the yawn he tried to stifle gave him away. You appreciate what he was trying to do, so instead of calling the man out, you opened the door, and welcomed the Super Soldier in.

You talked for hours that night. He didn't ask about your nightmare, which you appreciated. You had recited the images to Shuri about thirty times in the past week. It was the only memory that seemed to come back. It replayed over and over on a continuous loop through your mind. This moment with Bucky was a welcomed break.

“Can I ask you somethin’?” You finally spoke. Bucky and you had found your way onto your bed at some point. His right arm draped around your shoulder, as you leaned on his chest. He cracked his neck to look down at you.

“Of course.” He offered, shifting onto his side so he could really look at you.

“Does it ever stop? I’m so exhausted, all I want to do is sleep but I- I'm so scared. I don’t want to see it again… What if it never-” Your voice broke off, shutting your eyes tight to stop a tear from escaping.

“Hey, hey. You're not alone anymore. Remember? I went through it and came out the other side. And look how well adjusted I am.” Bucky smirked, sarcasm laced his last remark. You couldn't help but smile at that. You didn't know if anyone but you and Steve really knew how funny he was. Maybe he liked it that way. Maybe he was only that way with you? You knew it had been awhile since Bucky had really been this way around others. It warmed your heart how quickly the two of you got along.

“Listen to me, doll.” He started, seriously, lowering his stare to meet yours.

“I’ll be here. Whenever you need me. I know what it's like, to feel out of control. To feel like a prisoner in your own body. To answer your question, yeah I think it gets better. I mean,” He paused then, looking you up and down in a way that made you blush. He started again, words laced with that old Brooklyn charm the ladies used to love. Granted, that worked back in 1940 - something and he had been out of the game for quite a while.

“I’m in bed with a smart, complicated, frankly beautiful dame. I’d say it gets better, wouldn't you?” He gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. His touch sent shivers down your spine. Bucky's stormy eyes bore into yours making your breath hitch in your throat. There was a moment, so brief that when you recanted the memory you weren't sure it really happened. But you thought maybe for just a second he wanted to-

“Up and at it, Y/n! Training starts at 0700!” Caps voice droned through your bedroom door suddenly, knocking you out of your thoughts and back to the bed you resided on. Your hand reached out for Bucky, who since that night spent most beside you. He would stay with you until you fell asleep and more often than not, when you woke, he’d be beside you, fast asleep. His side of the bed was cold, however. He had been up for a while.

You looked at your phone on the nightstand. 6:15 am it read. You groaned, rubbing your hands over your face and slinking out of bed. Pain screamed from your muscles as you opened the bathroom door. Carefully, you started the shower, steam quickly filled the room and calmed your aching bones. You stepped in and autobly signed.

Fifteen minutes later you met the rest of the team in the kitchen. You couldn't help but notice Bucky wasn't in attendance. Everyone looked like they had been awake for hours while your wet hair was pulled up in a messy knot on top of your head. Nat was pouring herself a cup of coffee when she noticed you come in. She smirked, instantly grabbing another mug and gesturing to the pot in her hands. You nodded quickly. ‘Coffee fixed most everything’. That's what Your Dad used to tell you before he left for work and you lived by that.

“Look who's finally up…” Cap announced. You had no idea how he was so chipper in the mornings. Even the sound of his booming voice made you cringe. The man must have coffee running through his veins. Maybe that should be Hydra’s next serum idea…

“I have risen. Just for you, Rogers.” You muttered sarcastically, taking the mug of coffee from Nat. You smiled and mouthed thank you, taking a big swig. Ugh, you grimaced, swallowing the brown substance much to your dismay. You didn't know what this brown water was but it definitely wasn't coffee.

Wanda laughed at your disgusted face, "It's decaf, Y/n '' she rolled her eyes, "Cap thinks decaf is better for the team. That coffee will mess with our 'performance' or whatever." She shrugged. What's even the point? You thought.

“Excuse me young lady.” Cap began, scolding Wanda like she was his teenager. Wanda smirked, turning towards his voice.

“Young lady?” Nat mocked her friend, nudging him out of the way as she reached for the piece of toast she had put in the toaster. She took a bite and over chews laughed, “You're really aging yourself, Cap.” She finished, hoisting herself up onto the kitchen island beside you.

You really liked Natasha. You thought she must have been the most beautiful person you'd ever met. Her red hair always curled around her soft features perfectly. You honestly didn't know how a human could look that perfect and be so deadly. Over the past few weeks, Nat had taught you a lot. You mostly trained with Captain Rogers and Wanda, but occasionally Nat would step in. She was small in stature, but she helped you learn how to use that to your advantage.

“What’cha say we go get some real coffee, babe?” Nat nudged you with a small smile. You looked up at her with a wide eye gaze. She truly was a hero.

“God, yes please.” You beamed as she jumped off the island.

“If you're skipping out on training then count me in! I” Wanda chimed. Rogers looked frustrated as the three of you started towards the door.

“Nat, you heard what Shuri said. Y/n cannot leave the premises until we know what she's fully capable of. She’s dangerous.” Cap stated firmly, but unmoved from the kitchen. You looked at the floor uncomfortably. He was right. You were a ticking time bomb. You all knew it. Shuri explained with the presence of the nightmares it was only a matter of time before something snapped. And no one really knew how that would look when it happened. For the most part, everyone treated you like a normal person. An honorary member of the team. But Rogers often reminded you that you were anything but. Just an experiment and a means to an end.

"Comeon' y/n. I know a place we can get some real coffee." Nat spoke, louder than Cap. Venom seeped from her words as she glared at the Captain. She shook her head disapprovingly. Wanda took your hand, pulling you gently out of the kitchen. When you touched you felt your skin sizzle, absorbing the power that surged through her body. You made a conscious effort to steady your breathing and push her power to the back of your mind. As you left you heard Natasha’s booming voice coming from behind you but decided to ignore it, as the two of you headed for the garage.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Steve?” Nat snapped at him. Steve opened his mouth and closed it trying to find the right words. “She’s a person, you ass! You can't keep treating her like some unhinged science experiment. She’s just a person. Just like me. Just like Bucky.”

“She’s nothing like Bucky!” He thundered. Nat took a step back, snaking her head disapprovingly. “I can’t keep thinking, what if we had it wrong. I mean, she can’t remember anything. What if her memories come back and she's not really on our side. I don't think we thought this through, Nat.” He huffed, running his hands over his face in frustration.

“I trust her, Steve. Bucky trusts her.” She started, taking a few steps closer to him. He shook his head in annoyance and scoffed.

“Bucky thinks the girl’s a doll. He’s totally smitten, that doesn't count. I think the guy would trust anything she said at this point-”

“Do you trust me?” Nat snapped, a brow arched, hands on her hips. Stever huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You know I do, but-” He began.

“Then it's settled. You gotta’ let the girl out. She's been locked up here for weeks. I promise, I’ll keep her safe. Besides, I’m getting pretty tired of her stealing my clothes. Coffee, and shopping and then we’ll be back, yeah?” Nat offered, voice dripping with sweetness. She knew she had won this battle. She always did.

“Two hours, Romanoff. That's all you get.” Steve grumbled. Nat smirked, rolling her eyes and spinning on her heel to meet you and Wanda in the garage.

“See ya later, Grandpa. Don't wait up.” She offered over her shoulder. Steve only shook his head and chuckled, hoping desperately he hadn't made a huge mistake.

Nat strutted victoriously out of the kitchen, and almost ran right into Bucky's large frame. She stumbled back, regaining her balance quickly. Bucky raised one brow curiously.

“Where ya’ going in such a hurry?” He asked, watching her carefully.

“I’m taking your girl out for a much needed shopping trip. Anything particular you'd like to see her in?” She quipped, sarcastically, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Bucky choked on a cough, clearing his throat and trying to turn it into a laugh. He failed, of course.

“I- ah, I don't know what- uh, what?” He finally got out. Nat smirkled, and patted him on his stiff chest. It was literally too easy. The man was such a ball of stress. Nat thought it was honestly cute. She’s never seen Bucky like this before. Nervous and blushing. She thought you were really good for him. Maybe you’ll finally take that stick out of his ass. She thought with a smirk.

“Have a nice day, Sergeant.” She cooed, pushing past his rigid body leaving Bucky in shock.

“You ready, babies?” Nat grinned, putting the key in the Jeep’s ignition. You sat in the back seat while Wanda sat in the passenger, both nodding vigorously.

“For the love of coffee!” You shouted, pointing forward. Both women laughed and with that you took off.

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You practically skipped through the Wakanda market. Beautiful earthy colours melted into the scenery practically taking your breath away. Wanda and Nat had stopped at a small coffee shop, but you wandered around, looking at the beautiful handmade clothing. The smoky smell of something cooking from a nearby street grill filled your senses. It was complex, sweet and spicy and sour all at once. It made your mouth water. Foreign and delicious. You followed the smell to a small hutch where people gathered around, eating and laughing.

“Beautiful isn't it? How food brings us all together.” A man spoke beside you. You recognized him as T’Challa, Shuri’s older brother and also the man who is letting you and your new friends stay in Wakanda. You had only really met him in passing, but never really spoke. Bucky always describes him as a kind, gracious friend. You smiled up at him.

“It is… Really beautiful.” You repeated.

“How are you liking Wakanda, Y/n?” He asked. His voice was deep and rich. Almost melodic. Just by speaking he had commanded the attention of the people around you. The new eyes on the two of you made you feel uneasy and small, but you took a deep breath and relaxed yourself.

“It's so gorgeous here. Thank you for having me, T’Challa.” You spoke his name and it made him smile. You froze unsure if that was the right thinking to call him. He was the King, sort of, but Bucky had always referred to him by his given name.

“Breath, my friend. You have nothing to fear here. You are with good people. Your friend Bucky speaks very highly of you. And any friend of the Sergeants is a friend of mine.” He voiced, placing a warm hand on your shoulder as you relaxed. From behind him you could see Nat and Wanda walking towards you. Wanda waved chaotically making you smile.

An old beat-up SUV made a loud popping noise as it pulled up somewhere behind you. The noise made you shudder. The familiar sound of gunshots rang through your ears as you grabbed your head, trying to make the noise stop. You looked to T’Challa who seemed only concerned, reaching out a hand to steady you.

“Is everything okay, Y/n?” He spoke, trying to gage what was wrong by your actions. The loud deady blows echoed through your head, unrelenting as a scream erupted through the crowd. You weren't sure if you had made the noise of if it was someone else. Everything seemed to fade away and your vision became blurry.

“Y/n, Y/n! Can you hear me?!” You heard a woman yell over the crowd. You tried to focus on her voice, but it was too late. Everything suddenly went black and you felt your body go numb.

You woke up in the dark cement room that plagued your nightmares. A man's eerie voice echoed off the walls.

“Еще раз!” Again! He shouted. Usually when you relieved these memories you didn't know what the man was saying. But for some reason, this time your brain was translating for you. You didn’t question it as you looked around the room. You felt your body scream as an excruciating electric shock ripped through you. Tears burned down your face as you begged incoherently for it to stop. As fast as it came on, the shock stopped, and you could breathe again.

“Ты сама во всем виновата, дитя мое.” You brought this on yourself, my child. The man cooed, wiping a bead of sweat that ran down your forehead. You winced at his touch, the feeling of him on you making you nauseous.

“Если бы ты только сделал то, о чем тебя просили. Если бы вы только слушали. Может быть, все было бы по-другому, хотя я сомневаюсь в этом.” If only you had done what you were asked. If only you have listened. Maybe things would be different, though, I doubt it. He spat, chuckling as he motioned for the other outside of view to start again.

“Please, don’t do this, Zemo. Обещаю. Возьми мою память. Заставь меня забыть, только не делай этого.” I promise. Take my memory. Make me forget, just don't do this. You begged. You tried to move your arms but they were secured down. The man only laughed at your feeble attempt, building a rage inside of you.

“Oh, don't you worry, мой ребенок. All in due time. When I’m done with you, you won't remember your own name.” He grinned a crooked smile as the machine you laid in whirled on again, sending a volt of electricity through your body. You clenched your teeth and stifled another scream.

Your eyes burst open, scolded by the sun and the tears that now streamed down your face. Gasping for air you tried to sit up, but your body shrieked with pain. On your left Nat sat beside you, Wanda was on your right holding a phone to her ear yelling something you couldn't quite make out. Your breath slowly began to return and the sunspots in your vision cleared. You looked around, the market was now almost empty but the small street grill was now billowing with smoke and flame. Nat helped you up, body still aching. You looked around, horrified by the mess that was once the lively market.

“Are you okay, Y/n” Nat started, her hands on either side of your arms. You blinked at her, terrified.

“What happened?” You asked, horrified to actually know the answer. She gave you a nervous look and tucked a loose hair behind her ear.

“It wasn't your fault, Y/n. No one was hurt, everyone got out. It’s going to be okay.”

“It most certainly is not going to be okay!” Captain Rogers' voice boomed from behind the three of you. Wanda spun around startled, while you just hung your head low. Whatever lashing he was going to give you, you deserved. It couldn't be any worse than what Zemo had done… You paused, eyes a gape.

“Oh my God.” You gasped, alerting the others. Steve looked at her angrily, impatient for your next words.

“I remember something… I think- I think I remember who did this to me.” You choked out, eyes glassy as you remembered for the first time the man who made you a monster.

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avengerofyourheart · 6 years

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Flour Girl {2} (Bucky x reader AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky (Jimmy), Clint, Wanda.

Summary: Discovering the cute guy you just flirted with is the heir of a rival bakery, you suddenly find yourself running into him all over the city. Can your small boutique bakery compete? And how do you deal with the guy who seems determined to make your life a living hell? Luckily you’re distracted by a secret admirer…But who is he? (Inspired by “You’ve Got Mail”, Enemies to Lovers)

Warnings: none! Mild swearing?

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Aahh!!! I’m so grateful and elated that you all loved part one!! This baking fic is kind of my heart and soul and I’m so glad you’re loving it and love the idea of it. There’s so much more to come and a lot of snarky banter mixed with sweetness! I love you all. Please let me know your thoughts! I love to hear from you!! :)

<<Part One Part Two Part Three>>

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The drive back to your bakery was a blur after your interactions with Clint and Jimmy. How could a regular morning take such a sharp turn for the worst? Parking in your designated spot in front of your building, you walked through the store front and offered a smile to a few customers being helped by Wanda. Setting down your coat and bag on the chair in your tiny back office where you did paperwork, you then rolled your shoulders and neck to release tension that had gathered there.

Somehow you had finished your morning baking, done your deliveries, discovered that the competition was moving into the neighborhood, and flirted badly with a cute guy who happened to work for the rival bakery. It wasn’t even 9am.

A deep breath and a few more stretches later, you decided to shake off this morning and get your hands in some some dough. That’s when you were most comfortable and in control, when you were baking. Tying an apron around your waist and washing your hands, you punched down the growing yeast dough one more time before dumping it out onto the floured wooden surface.

It all became muscle memory then, rolling out the dough and spreading your special cinnamon filling over the whole surface. Sprinkling a few chopped pecans on top, you then rolled the dough into one long log and began to cut the dough evenly before placing each roll on a cookie sheet. Your cinnamon rolls were one of our top sellers, so you made them fresh almost every day. You also received special orders where customers would asked for a dozen at a time.

You were just cleaning off your table when Wanda hollered back that she needed a few different types of cookies. Reaching into the two-door freezer, you placed the cookie dough balls on sheet pans and slid them into the oven. It was more efficient to make a large amount of dough at a time and freeze it to be baked fresh when needed.

Later you brought the cookies up front and Wanda restocked the case filled with baked goods. You checked that the self-serve coffee pots were filled and creamers were still cold. Restocking a few of the sweeteners, you then took one last look around, satisfied that everything was in its place.

“Wanda, I’ll be in the office if you need me,” you told the long-haired brunette.

“You got it, boss,” Wanda smiled.

Wanda had been with you from the very beginning. It had only been a year since you had turned in your business proposal and were approved for a loan, allowing you to open the bakery. Renting retail space in New York City was ridiculously expensive, but you did have one saving grace. Your landlord was willing to lower the rent slightly because it was also the building you lived in, up one floor. You had agreed to serve as superintendent, since he lived outside the city. It was a lot to take on with your business and also getting random calls in the middle of the night about broken thermostats and clogged toilets, but somehow you made it work.

You had just taken a seat in your office with coffee and a muffin when your phone chirped. Fishing it out of your apron, you saw a text message and swiped to open it.

Hey dillweed, you messed up our order again. That’s the third time this month, dude. Get back here and fix it.

Staring down at your phone, you blinked a few times and read the words once more. Well, clearly that message wasn’t meant for you. Normally, you’d just ignore it, but it seemed important, so drafted a message and hit send.

Excuse me? I think you have the wrong number. I am not a dude. And what kind of insult is dillweed anyway?

Three dots appeared as the other person was typing and seconds later another message arrived.

Oh, I’m sorry. I must have typed the number in wrong. My mistake. Sorry to bother you. Also dillweed is a perfectly acceptable insult, thank you very much.

The response made you laugh. You were about to delete the messages and forget all about the exchange when you changed your mind and started typing. After this morning, you could use a little harmless entertainment.

FG: You typed in the number? What’re you, 90? If you know someone well enough to insult them, wouldn’t they be saved in your contacts?

A few more seconds later, you saw their response.

B: Well, Ms. Judge-y Stranger, if you must know, I have a bad track record with cell phones and rarely have them for long so I memorize most numbers or keep them in a notebook. Happy?

Another snort before you responded.

FG: Ecstatic. You’re right, I don’t know you at all and have no right to judge. It’s impressive that you can memorize numbers. My generation has completely lost the ability.

B: How do you know we’re not the same generation?

Grinning, you shot back a quick reply.

FG: You never refuted my claims that you were 90.

B: Oh. Well, I’m not. I’m 24, for your information. And you?

You hesitated then, unsure about telling a stranger anything about yourself. This was just harmless fun. After thinking a moment, you sent out a vague reply.

FG: I’m somewhere around there.

B: What’s your name?

That was a hard stop right there. Nope.

FG: I think that’s enough chatting with a random stranger for today. I’ll keep my personal info to myself, thank you.

B: Well, I might know more about you than you might think. I know you are not a dude and from the area code, I know you’re a New Yorker.

Huh. Well, he wasn’t wrong. Before you could reply another message appeared.

B: I’ve already offered more info than you have, but I’m a giver. I am, in fact, a dude and also a New Yorker. See? Not that difficult.

Another laugh escaped your lips. You then noticed the clock and felt foolish to spend so much precious time on this silly conversation, entertaining as it was.

FG: Well, dude. I have to get back to work. Nice chatting with you.

B: Oh? What do you do? Is FG your initials? Fiona Gale? Franny George?

You couldn’t help yourself and sent a laughing emoji with tears.

FG: Nice try. Later, dude.

Back at work, you couldn’t help but think about that absurd text conversation. It was probably just a one-time thing, but it definitely turned your whole day around. Pulling out the ingredients to make tart dough, you couldn’t help but hum to yourself. Thank you, dude.

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Part 3>>

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Oooooh, intrigue!!! Who’s this mysterious texter?? Also, cinnamon rolls. *drools* I’d apologize about making you all hungry, but I’m kind of not sorry. :D Mondays and Thursdays might just be days we all give up on our diets. ha!! Would you have texted back? Do you think she’s smart to keep her information to herself? Never can be too careful!! I hope you’re excited for part 3 on Monday!! I’d love to hear what you think of this chapter!! I adore you all. Thank you for reading.

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hoyoungy · 6 years

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001. Sanctioned | Jun

genre: comedy, mentions of sex, college/roommates au, friends with benefits au | jun x fem!reader summary: dating does not come easy to apartment 417. sex is even worse. well, maybe it was just you. it seems like everyone you know is able to get laid, get a date - hell, even a hug! you look sad and desperate as you wallow in your dry spell, so when your roommates soonyoung, mingyu, and minghao try to be your wingmen on a saturday night, you end up signing a no-strings-attached contract with a very familiar, but very much willing face word count: 2839 a/n: .... i know i literally just said i didn’t want to post this soon...... yet here i am..... im sorry..... warnings include swearing, alcohol, mentions of sex, dialogue-heavy, and platonic relationships

part 002

“I think I’m gonna be celibate,” you said as you plopped down on the couch next to Soonyoung. You just wasted the past couple of days talking to this guy on Tinder and you just found out he was about to graduate… high school. You would think college would be the prime time for you to find a hookup through a free dating app, but boy, were you wrong. Probably because people your age were being competent adults who didn’t need an app to talk to someone.

“You said that last week,” Soonyoung said, not looking up from his textbook on the coffee table. He knew this routine all too well.

“But I mean it this time.”

“Didn’t you also say that last week?”

“I’m sure I did.”

“Did something happen to that Felix guy on Tinder?”

“He was so young it felt illegal,” you groaned.

“Like, Chan young?”

“Younger.”

“Jesus Christ, you cradle-robber.”

“Shut up, I know, ok! It’s not my fault, he totally lied about his age!”

“I don’t know, _____, you’re not getting any younger. Who knows, maybe young guys could be your new thing? It seems to be working. I know a few people! For example, Mingyu -”

“Soonyoung, I will not begin my cradle-robbing career with Mingyu, of all people.”

“Did someone say cradle-robbing and my name in the same sentence? Is there an older woman in need?” you both heard Mingyu say as he walked through the front door. He tossed his backpack near the collection of shoes in the corner before grabbing a snack in the kitchen like he always did when he came home.

“Ugh, I can just feel my panties drying up every time you speak.”

“Words can hurt, you know.”

“Are we making fun of Mingyu again?” Minghao said as he left his room to join you all.

“I literally just got home, can’t I have a snack first?” he pouted.

“Guys, it’s 4:00 PM, which means it’s my hour to complain! If we aren’t going to follow the schedule, then this is anarchy.” You referred to the poorly-drawn clock on the dry erase board that hung in the kitchen. Every hour that struck 11 or 4, AM or PM, was your time to complain about anything and everything, and the rest of the time was divided amongst the rest of the roommates. Your complaining got so out of hand that the boys decided to punish you by giving you set hours in a day and you were sure to use up every damn second.

“Sorry, Mingyu just makes it so easy,” Minghao snorted. “So what’s up?”

“What’s up is that I haven’t had sex in six months.”

“I am eating, you penis-repellant,” Mingyu scolded with cheeks full of food.

“My God, six months? I thought six days was bad… What happened with that Sungjin guy you brought home a couple of months ago?” Soonyoung asked.

“He ended up, um… Crying…”

“About what!?”

“Bro, I don’t even know, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Yikes, ok. How about Sehun from Accounting?”

“Passed out when we got home.”

“Jin from the bar?”

“Strictly a cuddler.”

“Uh, Gymhead Youngjae?”

“Pulled a muscle before the foreplay started.”

“Steven the exchange student!?”

“See, it was going well, but the language barrier was kind of a big thing -”

“Good lord, you really are a penis repellant,” Soonyoung sighed. “You’re hopeless.”

“Couldn’t even get with Steven the exchange student,” Mingyu tisked.

“Guys, what do I do ~ !?” You threw your face into the nearest pillow. The years of your youth were dwindling down with each passing second and all you wanted to do was to have some fun, but these past six months have amounted to nothing.

You couldn’t blame anyone else but yourself, though. You’ve been single your entire college career - like, never had a boyfriend, but have gone on dates and had hookups and it was all by choice. These were the best, stressless four years of your entire life. You didn’t wanted to bother with your never-ending fear of commitment, but it was starting to take a real toll on your needs. If you just sucked it up and got a boyfriend, you wouldn’t be looking like a desperate mess.

“Let’s go out tonight,” Mingyu suggested. “It’s a Saturday night, midterms are over, we’ll be each other’s wingman, and I heard Jun’s throwing a banger ~”

“Jun!?” you screeched. “Isn’t his place like, super nice?”

“Yeah, his rent is ridiculous, but that’s how all foreign exchange students are.” All at once, you, Mingyu, and Soonyoung glared at a cowering Minghao who wore his Gucci slip ons. “C’mon, we’ll get all gussied up and have fun and - oh! Let’s all match!”

“Why…”

“Uh, because we’re a squad? Duh?”

“Fine, but I only wear black when I go out. It’s slimming.”

“Agreed, it makes my cheeks look not as squishy,” Soonyoung said.

“And it makes my orange hair stick out,” Minghao nodded.

“Ugh, you’re all so boring. Black it is. And we’re leaving promptly at 10:30 PM or his infamous concoction of Moon Juice, trademark is gonna run out.”

“Guys, can you be real with me and judge my outfit?” you asked as you stepped out from your room. The other three were ready to go, sitting in the living room. They all looked in your direction with wide eyes when you came out in an all black outfit that looked too hard to breathe in. “Be honest, does this scream ‘I’m desperate, please have sex with me’ ?”

“Your shoes sort of whisper ‘I’m both desperate and old’, but the outfit is yelling into a microphone saying ‘I am ready to drop to my knees any second’,” Minghao nodded as a matter-of-factly.

“That has to be the nicest thing you have ever said to me,” you smiled. “Ok, let’s get drunk and get laid ~!”

“We sound so sad right now,” Soonyoung sighed, closing the door behind him.

“So what’s the game plan? Is there an outline? An itinerary? Syllabus, maybe? Examples from previous students last semester?”

“All I know is Mingyu’s in charge.”

“Hell yeah, I’m in charge. And the plan is that there is no plan.”

“What, how could there be no plan?” you asked.

“You can’t make plans to get laid, that takes the whole fun out of the equation! See, we’re probably going to be, like, the best looking people there, and that means we have to be the ones playing hard to get.”

“That’s the exact opposite of what I’m trying to be.”

“Lucky for you, you won’t have to try hard because you kind of make yourself hard to get already when your standards are impossibly high.”

“They are not impossibly high!”

“Didn’t you turn down a guy because he wore man-flops?”

“Yeah, but -”

“And that one guy who wore really low v-necks?” Minghao chimed.

“Ok, well -”

“Can’t forget the one guy in our Stats class who wrote with 1.0 mm pens and pencils -”

“That is a completely valid reason, Soonyoung, and you know it! No one older than ten writes with such a large diameter!” you pouted. “Ok, I get it, I’m hard to get, but why is it when I’m trying to be easy to get, I still end up in bed alone?”

“Because you go for the guys who are also naturally hard to get! That’s the number one biggest mistake we beautiful people make all the time.”

“So you want her to bring home some ugly dude whose standards are as low as a sex doll with a fleshlight installed?” Soonyoung snorted.

“No, she just has to learn to play smart and pick out the guys like us - guys that only look like we’re playing hard to get.”

“Translation, Mingyu wants to have sex with you.”

“That is also true, but we signed a No Conflict-of-Interest contract, so I begrudgingly abide by it.”

“I almost forgot about that one. We have way too many contracts.” You sighed as the four of you arrived in front of Jun’s apartment - no, loft. If it was on the very top floor of a high-rise, you’d consider it a penthouse, it was that big. The door was tall and wide, made of some steel maybe? Iron? It was the most beautiful door you’ve ever seen, like it came out of a dream apartment catalog under the industrial themed homes, right next to the rustic section.

When Mingyu opened the door, there were so many people inside that even Mingyu couldn’t see past two rows of people.

“What the hell, it’s only 10:45! Why are there so many people here!? Minghao, call him ~!”

“Way ahead of you - yah, Hyung, we just got here!” Minghao yelled over the phone. “We’ll try to get to the windows. Bring four cups of juice while you’re at it!”

The four of you squeezed through the tight crowd with Minghao taking the lead. You took the opportunity to look at potential targets, but there was way too much going on to even focus on that. Jun had lots of plants and neon signs in his loft that you felt like you were in a music video set in California by some Soundcloud DJ. They really added to his cool, rich boy ambiance, except for the one guy taking a piss in one of the plant pots.

“See anyone you like yet?” Soonyoung asked once the four of you found an empty space to chill out in.

“I feel like I don’t eat enough avocado toast and arugula to get with anyone here…” you groaned. “Also, I don’t think my prescription is bad enough? This isn’t the pregame to a poetry slam, is it?”

“Why do you always ruin everything?”

“It’s the cynicism in me.”

“Found you!” Jun slipped through in front of you pinching four red cups filled with pink liquid. After handing each of you a cup, he casually wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pressing his cheek to the top of your head. “Ah, I missed you guys ~”

“Are you drunk?” you teased.

“No, I’m drunk.”

“Good lord…”

“The host isn’t supposed to be drunk!” Minghao scolded. “You do this every time and regret it because your place gets trashed!”

“It’s fine, I scheduled the cleaning crew to come at six tomorrow morning!” Jun giggled, squeezing your shoulders tightly. “I am having a great time, are you having a great time, _____?”

“I always have a good time drinking Moon Juice.” The drink touched your lips and you immediately cringed, regretting taking such a large gulp. It tasted much stronger than the first time he ever made it when you all were eighteen - was it supposed to burn this badly going down? “Holy shit, Jun, what’s in this!?”

“Lots of Everclear. I thought the new recipe was appropriate.”

“Good, she needs more of it.” Mingyu tilted your cup upwards, forcing you to gulp more down. “C’mon, you need more liquid courage before we start.”

“Start what?”

“Our hunt. It’ll end up being a scavenge if we continue at this pace.”

“Ooh, a hunt! I want to participate,”

“Wow, ok I am definitely feeling it,” you muttered, trying not to spit out the liquid heat. “I am feel - ing it…”

“Good, now go talk to that guy over there who’s been eyeing you since you walked in.” Mingyu gently shoved you towards a shy-smiling stranger across the way and you could feel your flirty instincts mix with the alcohol.

Let the hunt begin.

“Four hours,” you sighed. “I flirted for four hours and I got nothing!”

You were the only one left in Jun’s apartment, ‘helping’ him by drinking the rest of the Moon Juice so that it doesn’t go to waste and fueling your self-hatred. The guys left earlier, walking away much luckier than you and leaving you here to rot in your misery. Jun sat beside you with a cup of his own in his hands, listening to you rant for the last thirty minutes.

“I mean, I know I’m not the sexiest woman in the world, but I like to think that I’m kind of up there on the looker-scale, you know? Am I wrong, Jun?”

“Honestly, those guys are blind, _____.”

“Thank you!”

“Both theoretically and literally. Some of them are legally blind.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah…”

You sighed loudly again, kicking an empty cup that was on the floor in front of your feet. You tilted your head roughly to face Jun who only scowled at the mess everyone made. It was probably the alcohol talking, but in all your years of knowing Jun, you never previously appreciated how handsome he was as much as you are right now. His bone structure was so perfect and skin so clear and hair ends so kept together that you hated him for it.

“Stop looking at me like that, it’s embarrassing,” he chuckled.

“You’re just so damn perfect and I hate you.”

“See, if you were this charming earlier, you might have had someone to take home tonight! Why are you trying so hard, anyways?”

“Don’t laugh at me, ok?”

“No promises.”

“I haven’t had sex in six months.”

“Oh… Wow…” he whistled quietly, holding in his laugh. “I’m so sorry… Are you ok? Is there, like, something wrong with you, like did you have surgery or something -”

“Don’t pity me!”

“I’m not, I’m genuinely concerned for you! Do you at least play with yourself -”

“Shut up, for the love of God, don’t finish that sentence -”

“- or use toys, because if you don’t, I know a guy that sells customized ones and the quality is amazing -”

“If you don’t shut up, I’m going to scream.”

“Ok, ok,” he grinned. He playfully ruffled your hair when you kept the pout on your face. “Glad to see you’re still the same cute orientation leader that I met my sophomore year.”

“And you’re still the same reckless foreign exchange student that breaks the hearts of hundreds of young girls.”

“You flatter me too much.”

In the span of that short banter you and Jun shared, the two of you ended up with little-to-no space between each other on the couch. Your head fit comfortably on his broad shoulder and his soft hand felt warm as it rubbed your bare inner-thigh affectionately. His hand travelled a little higher with each stroke, sparking your interest and your core.

You knew exactly where this was headed.

“So, Jun…” you began awkwardly. “You wanna, like… you know ~”

“Good lord, is this how you’ve been asking guys to have sex with you this whole time!?” he asked. “No wonder they’ve all said no.”

“No…! I was totally cool about it when I asked…!”

“Prove it,” Jun challenged, sitting up to face you properly. “Show me how you ask to have sex.”

“Can’t you just be normal and carry me bridal-style to your room and, like, ruin me? Why do you have to test me!?”

“C’mon, _____, you know I’m not normal. I’m also trying to help you for future encounters. What if this is where your problem starts! Are you willing to risk that possibility?” Jun chuckled as you vigorously shook your head. “Good. Now show me how you ask, or we’re not doing it.”

“Ugh, you’re so weird!” you groaned, preparing your game-face reluctantly. “Ok, fine. Jun, will you ~ do the… do… with me.”

“Oh, my God, you are hopeless.”

“I am completely hopeless!” You buried your crying face into Jun’s strong, toned, and unexplainably exposed chest as he rubbed your back sincerely. “I need help!”

“Yeah, you do.”

“Jun, you need to help me.”

“Absolutely not -”

“Please, you are literally my only hope! Everyone in the apartment has done nothing to help me!”

“I’d much rather take your previous offer by just having sex with you instead,” he declared

“I mean, I assumed we were doing that anyways, but it’s not like you and I are going to keep it up after that.”

“Why not?” Jun’s smirking face leaned in close to yours so that the tips of your noses almost touched. “I wouldn’t mind.”

“Are you proposing what I think you’re proposing? Because I don’t play games when it comes to deals, especially of this kind, Jun, so you better not be joking -”

“Holy shit, _____, you talk too much.”

After cutting you off, he aggressively pressed his lips to yours. He showed you that he wasn’t going to hold back tonight by shoving his tongue in your mouth and crawling on top of you on the couch. Even though you saw this coming, it didn’t stop your skin from feeling like fire wherever his hands touched you. The both of you were definitely still drunk and you both knew it when your hands messily explored each other’s bodies and struggled to remove each other’s clothes.

“Should we go to your room?” you asked breathlessly as Jun nibbled on the sensitive spot on your neck.

“Mm, no,” he muttered between kisses. “I don’t think I could wait that long.”

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dear evan hansen headcannons

EVAN: - bisexual - 5'10 - he tends to do things like tap his pencil or his foot or he plays with erasers or some shit he's just always doing something with his hands - has those erasers with removable pieces because "THEY'RE CUTE CONNOR I LOVE THEM" - freckles. more freckles after a day in the sun. freckles everywhere. - has a bonsai tree - DRIVES LIKE A GRANDMA - actually really fit because of his outdoor activities?? - lifted connir off of the ground like he was a feather and everyone was Shocked - "THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME SOMEONE EVER LIFTED ME" "oh mY GOD CONNOR" - LOVES TO BAKE BUt kind of sucks at it - afraid of big dogs. and fluffy dogs. and dogs with big eyes and long tails and legs and just dogs. he's scared of dogs. - cheesy romantic. reads romance books and watches romantic movies and just. my boy. - when he's feeling down he goes to connor because they can trust each other because of the one thing they have in common - the suicide attempts. - dyed a streak of his hair blue for halloween one time and made connor cry - CONFIDENT DRUNK - got high once and laughed for seven minutes straight before passing out - has a burn scar on his back from when jared set him on fire by accident - learns to do hair because he likes touching connors hair - he maybe likes connors dog a little bit - "i may seem collected on the outside but on the inside i am screaming 24/7." CONNOR: - borderline personality disorder !!!! - sees a therapist and takes medication - he honestly went through ten therapists before deciding to go with evan to his therapist - has a pitbull named cheese that his mom got him to help calm him down when he snaps - still a dick every now and then but he's Trying - 6'0" - panseuxal - is literally. always napping. he sleeps on the ground. on his desk. on evan. anywhere. - paints his nails when he's high with 100% accuracy but fails when he's sober - "ZOE HOW DO YOU USE EYELINER" - LOVES sweets. needs them. craves them. - literally cries over evan's freckles like what - sarcastic as all hell - he and jared's friendship is just a race to see who can roast the other faster - draws on himself constantly until he has literal sleeves of designs on his arms. then he moves to drawing on his friends. - alana buys him a sketchbook when she wakes up with white sharpie printed on her face - he draws the most AMAZING scenery and designs - probably wants to be a tattoo artiat - always records himself when he's high - new bruises and cuts every day - he bumps into things a lot when he's high - he gets his first piercing from a dude in an alley. it's a septum piercing. everyone screams when they see it. - hates pepe - comments on how gay he is every day. - still has bad days and when he does he locks himself in his room and calls evan - evan's talk of trees got him into plants. owns seven cactuses, a pot full of forget-me-nots and three succulents with names and backstories. - "i will shove my foot so far up your ass you'll be tasting leather and shit for the rest of your pathetic life you wrinkly numbnut" ZOE: - still having trouble forgiving her brother for all the years of mental abuse - 5'10 - lesbian af - makeup that could literally kill a god - likes to wear crops tops and dresses - wears sweatpants to school ONCE and is reminded of it every day for the rest of her life - literally a huge photography nerd - has EVERY PICTURE SHES EVER TAKEN hanging on her wall. even that ugly ass one of connor screaming over titanic when they were thirteen. - probably does yoga - dreams of going to paris. can literally speak in french and owns literally everything with the eiffel tower on it. - replies to everything in meme language. her parents are worried for her. connor wants to die again. - has a poem alana wrote to her on her wall next to her bed - so many pictures of alana - HANGED A PEPE PICTURE IN THE SHOWER ONCE THAT MADE CONNOR SCREAM WHEN HE SAW IT - likes to draw constellations with evan's freckles on his face - literally has not combed her hair since fourth grade?? its just naturally perfect??? - "im gayer than you connor" - SWEARS LIKE A SAILOR WHEN SHE BUMPS INTO SOMETHING - so much emoji's - steals all of alana's hoodies ALANA: - hates not having anything to do so much - 5'6" - in every school club tbh - also a lesbian - a journalist/writer - literally stays up until 2 am every day and comes to school looking like a goddess - GOD IS SHE SMART - she probably tutors everyone - "what's the answer to this problem alana" "hella" - BIG HAPPY SMILES - can kill you in two seconds with The Look - READS SEVEN BOOKS A DAY - probably listens to asmr - totally has tumblr - LITERALLY SHINES BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN - feminist. not a feminazi, will make jokes about women being in the kitchen with jared but will stab you if you are genuinely against women's rights - attempts to do yoga with zoe once. she breaks her nose. - SHE'S A MESS. HER WORK STATION IS JUST FULL OF CRUMPLED PAPERS AND PENS AND COFFEE MUGS. - likes to do diys. - "ZOE I DID A DIY FACE MASK AND I CANT GET IT OFF" - once punched a man for a klondike bar - "sorry im two hours late feminism called" JARED: - panromantic asexual!!!!! - 5'4" - a gaming youtuber - actually somehow has like 1,000 followers??? - everyone has been in his videos at least once - EATS A BATH BOMB ON CAMERA - every birthday connor buys him a bath bomb and screams "CRONCH" in his face - enjoys really cringey memes - has a german shepard named Sir Titlicker - "EVAN SIR TITLICKER WILL NOT EAT YOU" - once tripped on a bug - he's actually self conscious and hides behind self deprecating jokes - threw a dreidel at the menorah once when he was little and is still not allowed near the menorah - soft chub legs - much Sarcasm - literally is so sarcastic with connor??? they like each other but sometimes even evan wonders if they actually like each other or not - probably enjoys nickelback - HUGE SUBWAY FAN. WOULD SHOVE SUBWAY UP HIS ASS FOR FREE. - likes star wars probably - wore a shirt that said "im a gamer" once - "burn that shirt now" "EVAN WHAT THE FUCK" - actually cried when he played slenderman with Evan - "are you ok" "IS HE GONE EVAN IS HE GONE" "yes" /looks up and sees slenderman appear "WHDBANFBJDJSBSDH" /evan is wheezing - makes dirty jokes 24/7 but literally blushes for 9 years if you make a dirty joke towards him - actually Fragile - in a cult probably - probably has a runescape series on his YouTube channel - has set evan on fire before - he tries to be a good friend he really dies but he fails sometimes - "are you a nail baby because ill hammer you into the wall tonight ;)"

#dear evan hansen #evan hansen #connor murphy #jared kleinman #alana beck #zoe murphy #deh #dear evan hansen headcannons #headcannons

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freerebelmentality · 7 years

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Take me to church pt6

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“Whats up with you and Chibs?” He asks as you put your hands on the counter and lean while you release a sigh from your mouth.

“Sit down” Is you say while you make coffee for your brother and ginger tea for you.

“I know you and Chibs are very close. You even call him your brother but I dont see him that way” You say while serve him the coffee and sit across from him at the table.

“How do you see him?” He asks keeping his expression mutual.

“Since I came back and opening the gallery. He spent the day with me when he didnt have to but he did. He helped me, spent more time with me at the gallery and even stayed with me until it got really late” You answer while taking sips of your tea.

“Over the course of our time together is when I started to develop feelings for him. Until David came around and I went out for coffee with him. Fuck spent the night with him but dont remember cause of how drunk I was and blacked out through most of it. Nothing bad happened it was just celebration drinks at his house” You tell him and get things straight before he thinks the worst of things.

“He even took pictures for me when I practically forced him to and that was suppose to be an excuse to see him again. When he gave me the camera back and looking through his pictures. He really does have a good eye for taking pictures and thats when I wanted to add his pictures to the gallery and display them” You add while looking to your brother.

His expression softened as you tell him the honest truth about Chibs and he liked the fact how you light up talking about his new found talent. He couldnt stay mad at either of you but he needed to get a few things off his chest.

“Are you going to beat the crap out of him now?” You ask in hopes he wouldnt answer you.

“Nah, Im not going to do that. I know Chibs is a really good guy, hes loyal, trustworthy and most of all. He would be the perfect person for you because I dont trust anyone else with you” He says as he places his hands over yours.

“So this whatever with Hale is put to rest?” He asks knowing it is after he told you about him and Stahl.

“Yeah, I told him what you told me about him and Stahl. He didnt deny it but he kept saying he would end their whatever. Like I said, fuck that noise” You tell him as you smile at the end.

You begin to feel sick again and rush to the bathroom. Once you rinse out your mouth, you come walking out of the bathroom and come face to face with a very concerned brother.

“The flu?” He asks helping you back to the table.

Both of you hear a bike pulling into the drive way, he looks to you with a smile on his face and you couldnt help have a wide smile on yours either.

“You just need to tell Clay” He says while waiting for Chibs to come into the house.

Once he opens the door and he comes into view is when he stops because Jax is with you.

“Am I interuptin somethin?” He asks looking between the both of you.

“No, I am just leaving. But uh I want to talk to you first. Lets step outside” He says while Chibs nods and follows his VP.

“Whats up with you and my sister brother?” He asks in hope he would answer him.

“I know she is ye sister Jackie but I have been falling for her. Somethin about that makes me feel good” He honestly tells him and in hopes he will not get punched in the face.

“For the past few days I have been ignoring her because of Hale” He admits and feels incredibly bad for doing that.

“And now?” Jax asks looking to his brother.

“Now all I want to do is spend more time with her because I miss having her around and miss being around her. She makes me feel good Jackie, no one has done that since I’ve been here in Charmin” He admits out loud for the first time.

“Good, look I trust you more then anything especially with my sister. She means a lot to me Chibs, I protect her with my life and I know that you would do the same for her” He says as he puts his hand on his brothers shoulder.

“Aye, I would protect her with everything I have” He says to him and feeling incredibly honoured that he has his trust along with his blessing.

All he needs to do is confess his love for you to your father. The number one person he has the utter most respect for and the number one man that you love so dearly.

“Treat my sister with all the respect in the world, and treat her good. Like you would want for your daughter” He says as he begins to walk away from him.

“Aye Jackie boy” He says and walks back into the house.

You sit at the table waiting for Chibs to walk in and finally you see him in plain sight. Your begin to get nervous as you see him standing at the door and the awkward silence sets in.

“You want coffee? Beer?” You ask to break the silence

“Coffee would be nice” He says and takes the seat that Jax sat on.

“I can make more” You tell him as you get up to make a half a pot of coffee

“That be nice” He says as he watches your every move.

You begin making the pot of coffee and sit with Chibs as the both of you talk about random things. You like the way he laughs, you just want to bottle them up for safe keeping and that smile has always made you week in the knees. You loved every moment the both of you had and you didnt want it to end.

Chibs is finally happy he can have this moment with you. He loved that you can make him laugh and he loved how you didnt need to make an impression just to get his attention. He is amazed on how smart you are and telling him about these different types of photography. He loved how you explained things and he loved how your voice sounded like after realizing certain things. He loved how your face lit up after expressing your love for photography and not so much with the journalism.

Gemma pulls into the drive way to check on you and when she saw Chibs bike parked in the drive way she couldnt stop smiling at the fact the two people she loves have found themselves. She can accept the fact you would want to have someone like Chibs knowing how much of a loyal person he is. And she knew his heart very well. She trusted Chibs with everything, especially her family.

When she walked into the kitchen is when she loved the sound of laughter coming from the both of you. You look to your mom and immediately felt uncomfortable. Chibs looked to Gemma as well and he felt a little fear.

“Dont mind me, I just came to check on y/n” She says while helping herself to a cup of coffee.

She notices the ginger tea and looked to you right away. Having the tea out can mean two things. One, you are sick with the flu and would want to settle your stomach. Two, you are pregnant and havent told anyone. She wondered who the father is and secretly she hoped it would be Chibs.

“How are you sweet heart?” She asks setting her hands on both your shoulders

“Im feeling some what better” You tell her as she looks through the cupboards for a pan.

“You two hungry because I can cook up something really quick?” She asks turning to the both of you.

“Please?” You turn around very quickly to answer her.

“What do you want to eat?” She asks with a smile on her face.

“Actually call Happy here because I like the way he makes his tacos” You look to Chibs and ask to make the call.

Your mom and Chibs begin to laugh. He pulls out his phone to let him know that you are wanting to have his tacos and he leaves the club house to do the shopping for the ingredients he would need to make his tacos.

“Tacos it is” Chibs says while letting out a chuckle.

The three of you hang out in the kitchen while waiting for Happy to come by and soon after is when you heard a bunch of bikes pulling in.

“I guess you arent the only one who wants tacos” Mom says while looking to you.

Mom let Happy take over her kitchen while she prepares the other things for him and soon after everyone is enjoying a good meal.

When everyone left, leaving your mom and dad behind. You knew it would be a good time to tell both of them about your feelings for Chibs. You hoped your dad wouldnt go to his place and start beating the crap out of him.

“So that thing you were going to tell me. Is it about Chibs?” Gemma asks while sitting at the table with you.

“What about Chibs?” Clay asks looking between you.

“Ever since coming home and opening the gallery. I have been spending a lot of time with him right up until gets really late” You tell your parents while dad doesnt look too happy about it. Mom on the other hand is loving the confession.

“When I gave him the camera to take pictures for me, it was just an excuse to see him again but when I was going through his pictures. They turned out amazing and his portraits sold out the most” You continue while dad is beginning to soften his expression.

Clay gets up and tries to walk out of the house but Gemma stops him from doing anything. He didnt like the idea of you and him together.

“This is not going to happen” He says looking to you.

“Just stop. Her and Chibs are going to happen if you dont like it or not Clay” Gemma says looking to her husband

“He’s old enough to be your father” Clay adds looking to you and Gemma

“And you’re ok with this?” He asks her in hopes he would support what he has to say

“Yes I am ok with her being with Chibs. I trust him with her” She says in hopes that will get through to him.

Clay couldnt believe his one and only daughter would want to be with a guy like Chibs, when she can have any other person and she chose him. He couldnt get right with this.

“Daddy, Im falling for him and you cant make me change my mind about him” You tell him while Clay looks defeated.

He knew that you had a point and knew there is nothing that he could do other then give him the cold shoulder. Gemma wasnt going to have any of that and was going to be pissed if she knew what was happening.

“You treat him any differently and you will get a nine inch heel up your ass” Gemma says very firmly as she goes up the stairs.

“Or my boot” You get in the last word and decide to head over to the club to see Chibs.

“Shit” Clay mutters as he watches you walk out the door.

Most likely to see Chibs, he couldnt do anything about it because he knew that you would continue if he said something. One thing for sure is he hasnt seen you this happy in a very long time and he always loved to see that smile across your face. He is definitely thinking of Chibs too lowly but he cant get used of the idea of you two being together. He needed time.

You got into your moms car and backed out of the drive way. You drove towards the club house, you turned the radio on and turned it to the station you liked the most. As soon as your favourite station came on is when the song Riot by Three Days Grace started playing and you turned up the volume.

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