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helloalycia · 1 year
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watching TV [one] // kate bishop
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summary: everything seems like it's going perfectly in your life – your girlfriend, your best friend, your job – until it's not. After your girlfriend breaks up with you so suddenly, you're left trying to understand what the problem was, but Kate is there to make it all better.
warning/s: mention of a breakup, mild violence and injury.
author’s note: i’ve literally had this in my drafts for so long and finally managed to finish it. It’s based off/inspired by the song ‘Watching TV’ by Sara Kays – feel free to listen to it whilst you read (I’ve popped the song below). Hope you enjoy!
two / three / masterlist / wattpad
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"Are you really just going to sit here and keep buying coffee, Kate?" I ask my very determined best friend with amusement.
"Well, I got told off last time for staying all day and not buying more than one drink, so yeah," she replies like it's obvious. "And I don't want you to get fired because of it, so duh. I'd buy the whole menu if it meant we could hang out, Y/N."
I roll my eyes, feeling my smile widen at how cute she could be sometimes. I worked in a coffee shop and, since graduating, I'd been increasing my hours to pay rent which meant I was spending less time with Kate than usual. So, naturally, her solution was to hang out with me at work.
"You're cute, I'll give you that," I say, shooting her an appreciative look, before setting her third cup of coffee down before her. "Please don't have a caffeine overdose for my sake though."
She grabs my hand and puts it on her chest. "You feel that? It's a little too late."
I laugh when I feel the faint thrumming of her heart in her chest, faster than it should be. "Wow. I'm definitely cutting you off now."
"The things we do for love." She flashes me a grin and I shake my head with dismay.
Before I can think to say anything else, I glance behind her and my smile widens when I spot my girlfriend entering through the front door. She looks around, mirroring my smile when she spots me, too.
"Hannah, what are you doing here?" I ask with surprise.
She leans forward to kiss my cheek, making me grow warm at the contact. "I was running some errands and thought I'd stop by. Also just wanted to double check we were still on for tonight."
"Of course we are. I'm looking forward to it. Already got the snacks in and the films ready to go," I answer excitedly, meeting her brown eyes.
We'd planned for her to stay over at mine tonight and have a movie night just because, and to say I was looking forward to it was an understatement.
"Kate, hey, how are you?" Hannah asks politely, noticing her presence before us.
Kate's smile fades slightly and I can tell she's trying to remain civil. "Hey, Hannah... I'm good. And you?"
Hannah gives her a smile. "Doing great..."
It gets awkwardly quiet and I hate that it has to be like this. Hannah and I have been dating for about a year now, but her and Kate have never really gotten along. Or rather, there's just an awkwardness between them that never disappeared with time like I wanted. They both meant a lot to me and so made the effort with one another for my sake, but it's clear they wouldn't choose to converse if they could. I've tried talking to Kate about it, but she claims everything is fine. Same with Hannah. So, I just got used to it.
"Right, well I should get back to work," I break the silence with a small smile, looking between them. "Hannah, c'mon, I'll take your order. And Kate." I give her a warning look. "Last coffee. I mean it."
Her sincerity returns as she challenges my stare. "We'll see."
I scoff gently, leaving her to it as I return to my position at the till. Kate never listens, what can I say? But I won't lie – I love having her around.
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As planned, Hannah stays over that same evening, watching films with me and eating way too much junk food to be considered healthy. But it's fun and I have never felt more relaxed, not unless I'm by myself or with Kate.
She stays overnight, sharing bed with me and cuddling to no ends, before I make us both a hearty breakfast and we reside on the couch to watch some midday TV together. Maybe the normalcy of it all is what throws me off – bad things shouldn't happen when everything feels normal. That's the whole point of something being normal, it's not bad. And yet...
"Y/N, I need to tell you something."
I hum in response, not really paying attention as I watch the telly. "Go for it."
Hannah hesitates. "I'm serious."
I furrow my brows slightly, glancing over at her at the change of her voice. "What is it?" When I notice the guilt in her expression, I straighten up and mute the TV, giving her all of my attention. Clearly something is bothering her. "Hey, Hannah, what is it? What's wrong?"
When I grab her hand, hoping to provide some comfort for whatever is bothering her, she pulls hers away.
"I'm breaking up with you."
I blink, taken aback by her bluntness. "You're– you– what?"
It doesn't seem plausible, what she said. Is this a stupid joke? Because it's not funny.
She chews on the inside of her cheek, eyes avoiding mine, and the longer she's quiet, the more my fear builds up that she's being serious.
"I didn't know how else to say it," she says quietly. "But I'm breaking up with you."
It's as if her words aren't quite sinking in because they just don't make sense. Breaking up? We're literally watching TV – how can she be breaking up with me?
"I don't understand," I say slowly, before attempting to reach over for her hand. A strike of hurt passes through me when she yanks her hand away further. "I need you to explain. To talk to me. I'm– what?"
She shakes her head slowly, standing up. I follow her with my eyes, trying to hide the way my breathing is becoming quicker, panicked, worried.
"I can't do this anymore," she says awkwardly, running a hand through her hair. "That's all."
Standing up, I try to step closer to her, unable to acknowledge the truth of the matter which is that she doesn't want to be near me. But how? Why? We were cuddling last night and now she suddenly can't stand me? What?
"Hannah, please give me more than that," I say with a teary smile, confused. "How can you suddenly want to break up? What's going on?"
She clenches her jaw, finally risking a glance my way, and it's like I'm staring at a completely different person. Her eyes are void of love or adoration or anything I feel for her. Has it been like that for a while? Have I never noticed?
"I'm sorry, Y/N," she says, and she sounds anything but, making my heart ache. "I should go."
There are no words to describe the utter disbelief I feel at watching grab her shoes, pulling them onto her feet. She's leaving? That's it? What?
"Wait a minute, Hannah," I say quickly, snapping back into action and following after her. "You're breaking up with me? Just like that? How can you–? I don't understand–"
"I don't love you anymore!" she snaps, making me jump. She swallows hard, exhaling and looking my way with guilty eyes. "I've been trying to tell you for a while now. It just never felt like the right time."
My throat closes up as she stares at me with pity. Shameful warmth creeps onto my cheeks. She doesn't love me anymore?
"That's all," she finishes softly, like it's not a big deal, like my heart isn't shattering at every word she speaks.
"You don't... why would... you..." I swallow thickly, trying to stop my voice from shaking so much. It doesn't help that she's staring at me with pitiful eyes. "What did I do?"
She sighs, rubbing her forehead with her forefinger and thumb. "Nothing. I just... I don't love you anymore."
My vision blurs with tears as I look to the floor, trying to figure out what that means. How can she not love me anymore? We've been fine. Nothing has gotten between us, we literally just hung out all evening. I'm still in love with her – she's my girlfriend. How can she decide she wants to leave all of a sudden?
"I'm sorry," she says once more, but it's mere background noise to my jumbled thoughts. Her hand ghosts my wrist, an apologetic squeeze, before I hear her leaving my apartment.
So, that's it? She leaves? And I'm alone? No explanation, no reason, just that she isn't in love with me anymore?
What?
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Before the initial hurt can take over, I'm still very much confused. I try to call her, needing more of an explanation then a mere 'I don't love you anymore'. We've been together for a year – how can she just want to throw that all away? Doesn't she owe me more than a blunt breakup?
When she ignores my calls and texts, merely sending a 'l have nothing more to say, Y/N' text with finality, I realise she's dead serious. This isn't an elaborate prank, nor did she care enough to give me more than what she did. It's over. And I'm just supposed to accept that.
I've had breakups before. One where I've been the dumper, and another where I've been the dumped. Neither have hurt as much as this. I expected those, there were signs there. Lack of communication, the feeling like we were drifting apart, the bickering... it was obvious when my previous relationships were coming to an end. But this one came out of nowhere. I had no chance to prepare, to tell myself to stop loving her back.
I shouldn't spend my time wondering why, but it's all that's on my mind. If I'm not crying in my room, missing someone who doesn't want me anymore, then I'm wondering: why? What was the reason? She doesn't love me anymore, but there has to be a reason why.
Something about me isn't good enough for her. Something about me is so undesirable that she stopped loving me. What? Was it that time I showed up late to dinner and left her waiting fifteen minutes? Was it that time I disagreed with the way she spoke to her mum and we argued briefly about it afterwards?
It's so easy to reflect on every disagreement, every minor argument, every time I could have pissed her off... one of those times must have been it for her. The reason she called it quits.
What is it?
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As if getting broken up with isn't embarrassing enough, it had to be by the girl my best friend never approved of. Such a cliché, right? That should have been an instant red flag, the girlfriend not being approved by the best friend. And yet I still went for it.
The last thing I want is for Kate to find out, for her to think that she was right. She'd never say it, but just her thinking it would be enough to make me feel even shittier. She'll have to find out eventually, but for now, it's better to keep to myself. Besides, I'm definitely not in the mood to face anybody at the moment, so I try to stick to myself.
Whenever she asks to hang out, I give her some lame excuse why I can't. Half the time it's because I'm actually working, but she'd never know the difference. If I'm not doing that, I spend my time applying for better jobs that actually utilise my degree whilst questioning every aspect of my relationship. How hadn't I seen it coming? Hannah had just woken up one day, looked at me and decided she couldn't love me anymore.
Yeah, it's safe to say I've never felt worse.
Of course, soaking in self-pity doesn't go down so easily when your best friend is as persistent as she is.
I don't know why I expect anything less from Kate, who is the definition of a hyperactive puppy, but I'm still surprised when she visits me at work one afternoon.
"Kate? What are you–? What are you doing here?"
She quirks a brow as she shoots me an amused smile. "Don't act too surprised."
I clear my throat, straightening up. "Sorry, I– sorry, just, what's up? How did you know I was working?"
"We'll, you've only been saying you're busy with work every time I want to hang out with you, so I thought I'd stop by," she says dramatically and with an easygoing smile. "That okay?"
I nod, looking down at the till. "Yeah, of course. Sorry."
She pauses, so I look up to see her humour is gone, replaced with concern. "Hey, are you okay? You seem preoccupied."
I force a smile, not wanting to get into this now and definitely not ready to tell her about the breakup when it's still so fresh. "Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry. Just tired from all the shifts, sorry."
She dips her head to find my eyes, her blue ones flickering between mine worriedly. With a low voice, she says, "What's with all the extra shifts? Do you need money? Because you know I'll always help you, Y/N."
I shake my head, widening my smile and hoping it looks genuine. "Kate, I'm fine, don't worry. Now, come on. What can I get you?"
She chews on her lip, no doubt about to retort, but thankfully she decides not to and instead orders her drink. After moving to go get it ready, I sigh inwardly, knowing I need to make more effort with her. She'll definitely suspect something if I keep avoiding her.
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It's hard to focus on applying for jobs when you're definitely not in the mood to, but I still force myself to at least dedicate a few hours a day to searching and starting some applications. After all, I don't want to be working at a coffee shop forever.
I'm at home doing just that when Kate messages me, asking if I'm at home. After telling her I am, she invites herself over and I can't exactly stop her, even though I'd rather just be alone, so I tell her okay and throw on a more presentable outfit (AKA putting on pants).
When there's a knock at the door, I roll off my bed and answer it, unable to stop the small smile appearing on my face at the sight of Kate. Even though I haven't been myself lately, she always manages to make everything a little better without even realising.
"Hey," I say, stepping to the side to let her in. "How you doing?"
I notice she's wearing her Avengers sweatshirt and joggers which is just a black outfit with the Avengers logo printed on the corner.
"You been at the Compound?" I ask, closing the door after she steps in.
"Hey, yeah," she starts, sounding a little distracted.
"Oh, cool." I lead her to the couch as I ask, "So, how was training or whatever it is that Avengers do?"
It's supposed to be lighthearted but she doesn't fall into it like she usually does, leaving me curious.
"What?" I ask when she begins to frown at me.
She hesitates, eyes flickering to the spot behind me briefly, before saying, "I bumped into Hannah on the way back to my place before."
And as if somebody flicks a switch, any comfort I feel is immediately gone at the mention of my ex's name. Judging by Kate's face, she knows. And I don't know what's worse – the look she's giving me or the possible thoughts running through her head about me.
"Y/N...," she says gently, stepping forward. "Why didn't you tell me?"
I shrug indifferently, avoiding her sympathetic stare. "It didn't come up."
Kate raises her brows with slight disbelief. "Y/N."
I put my hands behind my back nonchalantly, trying to hide my fidgeting. "What did she say?" I ask.
She bites her lip, eyes studying me in a concerned way but one that only leaves me embarrassed.
"I was saying hello to her to be polite," she answers reluctantly. "And then I asked about you, if you were okay because you've been distracted lately and I thought she might know more than I do. But then she got all awkward and said she wouldn't know. So, obviously, I said what? And she–" She frowns. "She said she broke up with you like three weeks ago."
I close my eyes, wincing with embarrassment. She said that? If there was any way I wanted Kate to find out, this was the last.
"Y/N, what the hell?" Kate says, making me open my eyes to see her confusion. "What happened?"
I push my hair from my eyes and try to remain calm, but the feelings are bubbling away on the surface again and I begin to feel uncomfortable. "It's not a big deal. It was just a breakup. I should have known it wouldn't work out."
Should I have?
"What was the reason?" she asks carefully, and I hate that I can't answer that because I don't know. That's what hurts the most.
How do I explain to Kate that something about me wasn't enough for Hannah to love so she left me instead?
"Please can we just forget about it?" I plead quietly, risking a glance in Kate's direction. "I know this is the part where you say 'I told you so', but I'm–"
"Hey, no, stop it," she cuts me off, resting her hand on my shoulder and dipping her head to meet my gaze. "That's not even a thought of mine right now. I'm just worried about you... how are you?"
I flash her a forced smile, nodding. "I'm fine, Kate, see?"
It's a terrible attempt to convince her, but it's easier than telling her exactly how I'm feeling. I hope she doesn't push it, but she does one better and pulls me in for a hug. I didn't realise how much I needed it until she's wrapped her arms around me, squeezing me tight and providing a warmth I so dearly missed. I relax at the feeling, tucking my head into her shoulder and revelling in her care.
"Seriously, what happened?" she asks softly.
I don't let go of her, not yet. But she deserves an answer. And maybe I'm sick of bottling it all up.
"I don't know," I admit quietly, voice breaking embarrassingly enough.
She's patient, letting me hold her for a moment longer as I gather the courage to face her. It's not about her – Kate and I are close enough for me to tell her my deepest, darkest secrets. It's more about how embarrassing it is to be in this situation in the first place.
"She just broke up with me," I finally speak once I pull away from Kate's embrace. Her blue eyes watch me, hanging onto my every word, and it feels good to say it aloud even though my heart still breaks reliving it. "There wasn't any warning. And when I asked her why, she said– she said she didn't love me anymore. Just like that."
Okay, so saying it aloud doesn't feel good. I take it back.
"Sorry," I say when I realise tears are rolling down my face and my nose is all stuffy. Backing up, I look away and wipe my face with my sleeves. "I don't mean to be all gross. It's embarrassing, I know–"
"No it's not," she says quickly, shaking her head and watching me with a softened stare. "Is that why you didn't tell me? Because you were embarrassed?"
I exhale deeply, not knowing what to say because, funnily enough, I'm still embarrassed.
"Y/N," she urges, grabbing my hand, but I pull back gently, ashamed of the pity.
"Yes, that's why I didn't tell you," I tell her with a frown, meeting her gaze through blurred vision. "How isn't it completely and utterly humiliating, Kate? She broke up with me because she suddenly woke up one day, looked at me and thought 'nope, don't love her!' Something about me is unloveable, clearly. How isn't that embarrassing?"
Kate steps forward, grabbing my hand and squeezing it before I can let go. "Are you insane, Y/N? That's not true at all, not one bit!"
I scoff quietly, looking away from her. She only tugs me closer by my hand, forcing me to look at her.
"Who the hell in their right mind would fall out of love with you?!" she exclaims, throwing a hand up in the air. "There's clearly something wrong with her! You're amazing!"
I roll my eyes, finding it difficult to believe her. Besides, she's biased. As a best friend, she's not exactly going to put me down, is she?
"This isn't an 'I told you so' moment," she says adamantly, before pulling me into another hug, holding me so tight that I'm surprised she cares this much at all. "I'm here for you. I care about you and I wish you'd told me so you didn't have to go through it alone... please, don't push me away."
It's impossible not to love her right now, not when she's reminding me exactly how lucky I am to have her in my life.
"Thanks," I mutter into her shoulder. "I just... I don't want to talk about it."
I feel her nod in response before she pulls away and holds me at arm's length. I can't read her expression, surprisingly enough, but then she offers me a comforting smile and I almost regret not telling her in the first place.
That's Kate Bishop for you.
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Since Kate discovered the truth, it's easier to just be me... the distant, moody, sulking version that is. I don't expect to feel better straight away, but it sucks being sad and I hate that I can't do much about it. I don't want it to consume me though, so I try not to distance myself from the people in my life, people like Kate. I try to keep my promise of letting her in and not pushing her away, but it's too easy to sulk.
"Did you see that, Y/N?! Clint taught me that one!"
I look up when I realise Kate is talking to me, jumping up and down with excitement, bow and arrow in hand. She invited me to hang out with her at the Avengers Compound whilst she gets some archery training in. She knows how much I love messing around with her whenever she invites me, but today I'm just not feeling it and I may or may not have been zoning out a little.
"I... sorry, Kate, I must have missed it," I admit with an apologetic smile. "Bet it was great though."
Her smile fades as she tilts her head, studying me. I know what she's thinking and look away, deciding that maybe I should leave if I'm just bringing the mood down. But then she skips over to me lightheartedly, taking a seat beside me.
"Hey," she says softly, tapping my knee with her forefinger.
I look over at her and she's already smiling my way, eyes looking up at me as she's leaned down, trying to catch my attention. Admittedly, my lips curl upwards.
"I want to take you to the fair that's happening in Central Park," she continues, straightening up in her seat, never looking away from me.
I exhale sharply, trying not to laugh. "I don't think I'd be very good company."
She lifts a brow hopefully. "Please?"
As much as I don't want to attend a fair, Kate's cute pout is very convincing, and I find myself sighing quietly, giving in with a nod. Her smile widens shamelessly before she pulls me in for a hug.
"Gross, Kate, c'mon," I whine petulantly, attempting to shove her away because she's all sweaty from training.
She only laughs and hugs me even tighter, winning against my useless attempts to fight her. I roll my eyes, pouting, but I'd be lying if said I didn't love it.
A few nights later is when the fair takes place and I realise what I've agreed to. The only reason I bother getting ready and not completely bailing is Kate's texts all day telling me how excited she is. For her sake, I try my best to push away my grumpiness as of late so we can actually have a good time.
I'm waiting for her outside my apartment building so we can go together when I spot her approaching.
"Somebody took their time," I joke when I see her.
"My bad," she chuckles nervously, stopping before me, and my eyes widen when I spot the cuts sprinkled over her face, covered by little bandages.
I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Raising my hand instinctively, I have to stop myself from touching her cuts, fingers hovering over them.
"For God's sake, Kate, can't you stay out of trouble ever?" I say with annoyance, though the worry I'm trying to disguise is still very much present.
"Nope...?" she says when I lower my hand, grinning sheepishly.
I settle with an eye roll, scoffing quietly. She's always been careless like this, gaining bruise after cut, even before she joined the Avengers. It always worried me, now more so than ever, but she's also unsurprisingly good at staying alive so I can't really say anything. Plus, I'm not too sure she'd listen to me if I tried to stop her from being stupid anyway.
"Come on, let's go!" she changes the subject, tugging at my hand. "I've already got my heart set on a corn dog."
"Yeah, yeah..."
When we reach Central Park, the fair is in full swing, bustling with people, vendors, rides and music playing loudly. It's the most perfect sight, instantly brightening my mood, to my surprise. Kate immediately drags me to the first thing she sees – a corn dog stand – before taking charge the whole evening. We play countless fairground games, hop on a few definitely unsafe rides, hit each other in the bumper cars and eat way too much junk food. I don't think I've enjoyed myself this much since the breakup.
By the time I'm pretty sure we've done everything the fair has to offer, twice over, we find ourselves sat on a bench to get off our feet. Kate is eating from a bag of popcorn whilst I take another look at our winnings from the night – a stuffed toy, some key rings, snacks... pointless stuff, but I can't love it any more than I do.
"You look happy," Kate says, and it takes me a moment to tear my attention away from one of the keyrings I'm studying. She's smiling at me, blue eyes twinkling with the neon lights.
"I am," I say, shrugging.
She purses her lips, looking down. "I missed seeing it."
I look away, unsure what to say but imagining what it must be like for her lately. I haven't exactly been the greatest company, but she's still stuck by me.
"It's not true, y'know," she adds carefully.
"What?"
A pause, and then: "You're not unloveable. I wouldn't be here if you were."
At the mention of my words to her once she'd discovered the truth – my fear, deep down – I close my eyes and sigh quietly. A retort is at the tip of my tongue because no matter how convinced she sounds, I know it's not entirely true. Why else would Hannah simply fall out of love with me? Get bored of me so easily?
But before I can say anything, Kate's hand slips into mine, making me open my eyes with surprise. She takes my other hand, too, forcing me to face her slightly as she watches me with a seriousness she rarely showed.
"It hurts now, but it will get better," she says with complete and utter sincerity, her eyes boring through mine. "What Hannah did was horrible. The way she went about it..." She pauses, looking up with a suppressed scowl. "God, if I could see her again just to give her a taste of her own medicine." Shaking the thought away, she looks to me once more. "But that's besides the point. Don't let it ruin you, Y/N. You're the best. And you deserve the world and every good thing in it, and you'll get it someday. For now... well," she cracks a smile, jokingly, "you'll just have to settle with me.
A small smile tugs at my lips, heart warming at her words.
"You're the last thing from unloveable," she adds, giving me a knowing look.
I'm not sure if I believe her words, but I believe that she believes it, and that's enough for me for now.
"Thank you, Kate," I finally speak, surprised at way my voice breaks. Her words have more of an effect on me than I thought. Embarrassed but smiling nonetheless, I avoid her eyes and pull her in for a hug. "I love you, you know that?"
She snickers, returning my hug. "I know, Y/N. I think you know I love you, too."
I sigh contently, tightening my hold when she tries to pull away. She chuckles quietly, staying put, and I'm grateful because I don't want to let go just yet. She's been here for me when I haven't been myself and I've never felt more gratitude for her than I have right now. What I have here with Kate, this friendship... it's definitely unconditional. It always has been.
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The Lady and the Lord
Chapter 2
Eddie munson x fem!reader
This is a repost since the old blog doesn't work anymore. 🥰
Chapter summary: they have one mission: find Eddie.
Chapter warnings: spoiler season 4, violence description.
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"And then Vicki laughed. And it wasn't like a cheap, fake laugh either. It was like... it was a real genuine laugh." Robin tells us as Steve put some vhs on the shelfs and I hold some to help them. I don't work here, but I like to help instead of sitting at home doing nothing.
"Of course. It's my Muppet joke. It's hilarious" Steve says very proudly, and I roll my eyes.
"My point is that Vicki laughed and everything was just like...it was perfect" she keeps going with a dreamy voice.
She's so cute.
"But?" I ask, knowing something's up.
"But I'm having this problem where it's like, I should stop talking." She explains "I have said everything I need to say.but then I guess I get nervous and the words keep spilling out, and it's like my.. my brain is moving faster than my mouth, or rather my.. my mouth is moving faster than my brain. And it's like I'm digging this hole for myself, and I want to stop digging, I'm trying to stop, but I can't. And I'm doing it right now, aren't I?"
She finally turns around to look at us after her babbling.
"Yeah, you are" Steve says and I nod with a half smile.
She exhales deeply and move backwards to rest against the wall.
"I'm hopeless" she says.
Steve follows her against the wall. "We both are"
I roll my eyes at their pessimism.
"If only we could just, like, combine." Robin suddenly says, I look at her confused.
"Combine?" Steve's confused too.
"No. Think about it. I know exactly what I want, and I've found the girl of my dreams, but I can't get the courage to ask her out. Meanwhile, you go on, like, a million dates, and you have no idea what you want. So if we just combine, all our problems would be solved."
Steve lets out an understanding "Oohh"
"Because, I mean, alone let's face it..."
"We totally suck." Steve finishes for her.
"Totally and utterly"
"C'mon, you guys are the most amazing persons that I know... just have hope" I look at Steve "and some courage" I look at Robin "and everything will be fine"
"Oh yeah?" Steve sends me a very sceptical look.
"Ooh, I think I found our morning movie" Robin gasps, running to a shelf and grabbing a vhs. "Doctor Zhivago"
"Ugh, you know I don't do double vhs" Steve groans shaking his hands in the air.
"But it's about doomed love" she tries.
"That's relatable" Steve agrees, and we both follow Robing behind the counter.
"Exactly. Also Julie Christie is b-b-bonkers hot in this. Like seriously the most beautiful creature I've ever seen in my life" she turn the TV on.
"I gotta agree on that" I declare.
"We're in the Forest Hills trailer park on East Roane County." The reporter's voice says loud and clear "we don't have a lot of details now, but we can confirm that the body kd a Hawkins High student was discovered early this morning. Police have not released the name although we are told they're currently in the process of notifying the family"
Oh shit.. as if alternate dimensions creature's weren't enough.
"Holy shit" Steve whispers beside me.
"Who could that be?" I ask worried.
"I don't know.." Robin replies.
"Isn't it where Max lives?" I ask again looking at them.
They just nods.
Oh shit.
We spent the morning watching the news and organising the store to keep ourselves busy.
All of a sudden the door bell rings and Dustin and Max come in.
"Hey Steve" he says, he looks visibly agitated.
"You guys see this?" Steve asks them.
"How many phones do you have?" Dustin asks, completely ignoring Steve's question.
Robin and I share a confused look
"Someone was murdered"
"How many phones fo you have?" He repeats more firmly.
"Two. Why?" He answers
"Technically three if you count Keith's in the back" Robins specifies.
Max and Dustin look at each other.
"Yeah, thee works" Max says.
So Dustin take off his backpack as Steve asks "what are you doing?" And, again, ignoring his question Dustin throw the backpack on the other side of the counter and climbs on top of it to get through.
All this while earning very annoyed reactions from both Robin and Steve.
Ignoring both of them Dustin positions himself in fron of the computer.
"What are you doing?" Steve asks.
"Setting up base of operation here." He simply answers.
"Base of operation?" I ask. "Why?"
Steve tries to get Dustin off of the computer, but with no use.
"What do you need it for? Dustin?" I ask, getting more and more confused.
"Eddie's friends' phone numbers" he answers and I look at Steve.
"Oh Eddie, your new best friend who just is cooler because he plays your nerdy game?" Steve asks, sounding quite jealous, I gotta say.
"I never said that" Dustin defends himself from Steve's accusatory tone.
"Seriously, you guys, maybe know a Monday you can play around like toddlers, but it's Saturday. It's our busiest day" Robin tells them, putting the tapes back on the counter.
"Robin, look, I empathise, but this cannot wait until Monday" Dustin firmly says.
"Calling Eddie's friends is an emergency?" She asks back.
"Correct" Dustin shouts, like that was the most obvious thing.
"Why? What happened?" I ask, now getting more worried. "Did something happen to Eddie?... Dustin?"
"Can you just fill them in while I do this?" Dustin asks Max.
"Fill us in on what?" Robin is definitely annoyed.
We all look at Max waiting for her to explain what happened.
We found ourselves calling so many different numbers, trying to find a lead to where Eddie might've gone.
I type down the numbers while Robin, Max and Dustin call them, and Steve flirts with every girls he can, pretending he's just working.
"Hey, guys. I might have a lead" Max calls pur attention.
"Seriously?" Dustin turns to her, hopefully.
"Yeah, apparently, Eddie gets his drugs from come guy names Reefer Rick, and sometimes Eddie crashes there." She explains.
"That's promising" I comment.
"Where does this Reefer Rick live?" Robin asks.
"See that's the thing. No one knows. He's more of a.. a legend than someone that people actually know." Max explains.
"And.. what about a last name?" I ask.
"I don't know that either" She answers.
"Less promising" I shake my head.
"Bet the cops knows the last name" Steve intervenes.
We turn all to him.
"What?"
"Cops. I mean listen if this Reefer Rick is actually a drug dealer, I guarantee you he's been busted at some point. Means he's in the system" he explains like he found the perfect solution to all our problems.
"The cops? Really, Steve? That's your suggestion?" Dustin asks incredulous.
"I mean, I just think they should be filled on on what we know, what's going on" he says simply.
"You think Eddie's guilty, don't you?" Dustin accuses.
"Whoa. I believe in innocent until proven guilty, all that constitutional shit." Steve defends himself " I just, you know, don't think that we can rule it out"
"That's precisely what we're trying to do here, Steve." Max says annoyed.
"And maybe we'd have a little bit more luck if you spent less time trying to find a girlfriend and more time trying to find Eddie"
"He' not wrong here, Stevie" I agree with Dustin.
"Oh well somebody has to attend to the customers" Steve says, again, to defend himself, and I roll my eyes scoffing.
"Especially if they're babes, right?" Robin teases with a wink.
"Hey, not fair, okay?" Steve points his finger st her "I attend to all customers equally, babes and non-babes alike. We've got a very big selection in here. It can be super overwhelming for people"
"Yeah it can be" Robin says, I can tell she thought something to actually help us so I quickly follow her to the computer.
"What are you doing?" Max asks.
"Maybe we don't need a last name" she answers.
She type on the keyboard, Rick's name and a list of Ricks appears on the screen.
"Twelve Ricks have accounts here" she tells us.
"That's a lots of Ricks" Max comments.
"You're a genius, Robin" I tell her.
"I know. Now, let's narrow it down, uh? Rick Alderman's latest rentals are Annie and Dumbo...what are the chances our drug dealer has a family?" She asks.
"Not likely"
"All right, Rick Conroy. Sixteen candles, Teen Wolf, Romancing the stone." She move to the next Rick.
"No"
"Okay, Rick Joiner, Mask, Footloose, and Grease"
"Nah"
"Rick Kimbrough. The Blue Lagoon, and Splash."
"Definitely no"
"Okay. Rick Lipton. Fast Times at Ridgermont High, Cheech & Chong's next movie. Cheech & Chong's nice dreams. Cheech & Chong' up in smoke."
"Bingo" Dustin chuckles.
"Lipton?"
"Spelled like the tea. 2131 Holland Road" Robin reads.
"That's out by Lovers Lake" Dustin says.
"Middle of nowhere" I comment.
"It's a perfect place to hide" Robin agrees.
That being said we all head out to Steve's car and to this Reefer Rick's house.
And hopefully to Eddie.
We all grab a torch each and get out of the car to walk to this Reefer Rick's house.
The lights are out, which could mean that no one's home or... Eddie's hiding.
Dustin repeatedly tries to ring the bell, but to no use.
"Okay. Well, that's settled. I guess he's not here." Steve says, trying to make Dustin stop.
But Dustin just start to shout for Eddie to come out and tries again with the door bell.
Me and Max move to the side of the house with our torch, seeing what looks like a boathouse. Maybe Eddie's in there.
"Hey guys!" Max calls.
"Well let's go" I say already walking towards the small building.
Robin is the first one to enter.
"Hello? Is anyone home?" She tries.
We all enter and start to look around.
"What a dump" Steve comments
The place is far from clean, there garbage everywhere and, as expected, a boat in the middle filled with something covered by a tarp.
I spot Steve grabbing an oar as a weapon and starts to poke the boat multiple times.
"What are you doing?" Dustin asks.
Steve just doesn't answer so Dustin repeats the question, more shocked.
"He might be in here." Steve simply replies.
"So take the tarp off." Dustin tells him.
"If you're so brave, you take the tarp off" he basically challenges.
"Stop bickering, you two." I say.
Steve just keeps hitting on top of the tarp covered boat.
"Hey, look over here" Max tells us. She points our attention to some food envelopes.
"Someone was here." I try.
"Maybe he heard us. Got spooked and ran" Robin suggests.
"Don't worry. Steve will get him with his oar" Dustin says sarcastically.
"Oh I know you think you're being funny, Henderson, but considering everyone in this room has nearly died about a hundred times, personally, I don't find it funny in the slight-"
Steve is cut off by a loud scream and Eddie jumping from under the tarp and pushing him against the wall, a broken bottle in his hand.
We all gather as close as possible, trying to not scare him further for Eddie to react too badly.
"Whoa whoa whoa Eddie! Eddie! Stop!" Dustin says, holding his arms out to stop us from getting further closer.
Eddie turns to look at Dustin, not moving the broken glass away from Steve's neck yet.
"It's me. It's Dustin" Dustin tries to stay calm while getting Eddie's attention. "This is Steve. He's not going to hurt you, right, Steve?"
"Right, yeah" Steve agrees, quite agitated.
"Steve, c'mon.. drop the oar, will you?" I say, as calmly as possible.
Steve does as I say, dropping the oar away, but that just startles Eddie more pointing the glass back at Steve's neck.
"He's cool, he's cool" Dustin says.
"What are you doing here?" Eddie says, voice breaking.
"We're looking for you" Dustin replies
"We're here to help, Eddie" I add.
Eddie turns his head again to us, listening carefully.
"Eddie, these are my friends. You know Robin, from band. This is my friend Max. The one who never wants to play D&D. You know Y/n too. The quiet girl you always stare at, at lunch. Eddie. We're on your side. I swear on my mother. Right guys?"
"Yeah yeah we swear"
"Yeah on Dustin's mother"
"Yeah, Dustin's.. mother"
We say no more, tense as never before, but at the end Eddie lets Steve go and moves to the side sitting down.
Steve just come to us, I check his neck in case the broken bottle accidentally cut him but he's fine.
I turn to look at Eddie, Dustin kneels in front of him and I slowly follow.
He looks... terrified.
"Eddie...we just want to talk" Dustin very slowly tries to grab the bottle in Eddie's hand, but as soon as he gets to close he flinches grabbing the glass harder.
"Eddie... we just wanna know what happened. " I tell him.
"You won't believe me" he tells us.
"Try us" Max says.
Eddie told us everything that happened, about Chrissy coming to him to buy drugs, and how she died, right in front of him.
"Her body just lifted up into the air and.. and she just like, hung there. In the air. And her bones.. she.. her bones starter to snap"
He struggling to tell us what happened, all I want to do is grabbing his hand and reassure him...
"Her eyes, man" he continues "it was like.. there was something, inside her head, pulling. I.. I didn't know what to do so.. I.. I ran away. I left her there." He sounds so ashamed... he couldn't do anything for her.
Poor girl, she was really one of the sweetest person in Hawkins.
Fuck.
Eddie looks up to us, only to turn his head away quickly, scoffing.
"You all think I'm crazy right?"
"No. We don't think you're crazy" Dustin tries to reassure him.
"Don't bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds" Eddie snaps.
"We're not bullshiting you" Max intervenes.
"We believe you" Robin says and Eddie just scoffs, still not believing us.
"Look, what I'm about to tell you might be a little.. difficult to take." Dustin starts "you know how people say Hawkins is...cursed? They're not way off. There's another world.a words hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes it bleeds into ours." Dustin explains.
"Like ghosts and shit?" Eddie asks.
"There are... there are some things worst than ghosts" I tell him.
"These monsters from this other world, we thought they were gone. But they've come back before. That's why we needed to find you."
"If they're back again, we need to know" Max says.
"That night, did you see anything?" Robin asks.
"Dark particles, maybe"
Eddie just shakes his head no.
"It would almost look like dust, swirling dust." Dustin specifies.
"No, man, there was nothing you could see or.. touch" Eddie explains.
I look at Steve who, now, looks more worried than before, full attention on Eddie.
"You know, I tried to wake her, man. She couldn't move. It was like she.. she was in a trance or something." Eddie explains and we all listen carefully.
"Or under a spell" Dustin points out.
"A curse."
"Vecna's curse" Dustin realises.
"Who's Vecna?" Steve asks
"And undead creature of great power" Dustin answers.
"A spell caster" I say, earning a confused look from Steve.
"A dark Wizard" Dustin finishes.
This might be worse than all the ones before...
Fuck.
We decided we have to go and get some food for Eddie.
"We'll be right back, man, I promise" Dustin says.
As we all walk to the door.
Steve and Dustin turn to me stopping me in my tracks.
"Why don't you... uh... stay here and keep him company?" Dustin asks.
"What? Why me?" Now I'm confused.
"Because you're the sweetest and he clearly has a thing for you" Steve replies as the most simple thing ever.
"He does not" I tell him sternly.
"Either way you're the best choice. You're calmer and... easier to be around than the rest of us" Steve convinces me.
"Y/n, trust me. He needs someone like you now. Please, I don't think he should be alone now" Dustin says looking me in the eyes.
"Fine" I tell him nodding "yeah, I'll stay with him. But you better stay out of trouble"
"As always" Steve shrugs.
I give him a warning look and just sigh. Watching them driving away.
I get back to the boathouse and see Eddie's figure watching nothing on the boat.
"Hey" I say quietly.
He seems to snap out of trance and looks at me surprised.
"I thought you all went" he says, with a small smile.
"Yeah well... we didn't.. uh... Dustin didn't want you to be alone right now" I tell him, fidgeting with my rings again.
"Thanks.. I guess he's right" he says.
I nod, walking a bit closer, but not too much.
"So..." he starts.
"So..." I mimic him, earning a laugh from him.
"You knew about the spell caster" he implies.
"Yeah... a-and?"
"You know about D&D..?" He asks.
"Yeah.." I say nervously.
"No way!" He whisper shouts.
"It's true!" I tell him, with a small chuckle.
"How come didn't you join Hellfire?" He asks, genuinely curious.
"I.. well.. I just..." I stutter.
"Hey.. I'm not judging, m'lady" he assures me, with a smile.
"I'm just too shy, I think.. also I'm not very good at playing" I laugh quietly.
"I could've taught you" he says.
"I... I'm not very good with people" I honestly tell him.
"What do you mean?"
"I.. I'm not very good at talking to people, I get nervous and stutter the whole time. And just... I just shut up so I don't bother anyone" I explain.
"You're not stuttering with me" he shrugs.
"I.." I stops realising it's true.
With him it feels easier, somehow..
"No need to worry about a freak's opinion, i guess." he lower his eyes, almost disappointed.
"No! Not at all!" I quickly say.
He look at me, searching my eyes to see if I'm messing with him.
"I... listen, I don't understand why people always call you that, but I personally always saw you as someone... cool" I say, getting shy as I finish my sentence.
"Really?" He says, he tries to hold back a smile, but he fails.
"Yeah.." I look away from him. "You always walk around like you don't care about anything. You have your ideas and you're not ashamed, and of course you shouldn't be ashamed of them. You're like smarter than any of those dickheads from the basketball team"
"Wow" he blushes... he blushes?
Did I make Eddie Munson blush?
"Are you blushing, my lord?" I gather some courage and make a joke.
"Oh... 'my lord' uh?" He looks at me with a smirk, that makes me instantly lower my eyes with my cheeks warming up.
"I.. yeah.. I mean, you keep calling me-"
"M'lady? Yeah, so I'd say 'my lord' fits perfectly" he sweetly smiles at me.
We stay silent for a while.
It's a comfortable silence, the kind you don't have to talk to fill it. We just need each other company to be okay.
I watch him fidgeting with his own hands.
He's getting nervous.
Instinctively I reach out for his hands and he turns to me, surprised, but he doesn't retreat his hands.
"It's gonna be okay" I tell him. "I know it sounds like a shitty cliché.. trust me I know." I let out a small chuckle "we've been through this shit a few times.. the point is, we're with you on this. We're gonna solve this."
He holds my hands in his.
"I want to believe you" he says looking me in the eyes.
"Good" I say.
He starts to stroke my knuckles gently.
"I'm glad you're the one to stay here, m'lady" he says.
"Apparently I'm the easiest to be around" I tell him with a shrug.
He's still not letting go my hands.
"Maybe... but that's not the only reason, but yeah" he says, a playful smile on his face.
"Then... w-why?" I say, feeling my cheeks warming up again.
"Well.. that's an answer for another time, uh?" He winks and I'm just speechless.
All of a sudden we hear noises from outside.
I grab the oar Steve used earlier and move to the door.
"Stay there" I tell Eddie.
I get closer and closer to the door, that suddenly opens reveling Robin, Dustin, Max and Steve holding some bags full of food and drinks.
"Fuck sake!" I exclaim as they enter with apologetic looks.
"delivery service" Dustin announces.
I look at Eddie who look just as startled, heavy breathing and all that.
I just exhale deeply and grab one of the bags they carried inside.
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The Lady and the Lord
Part 2
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Chapter summary: they have one mission: find Eddie.
Chapter warning: spoiler season 4 ⚠️ violence description.
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"And then Vicki laughed. And it wasn't like a cheap, fake laugh either. It was like... it was a real genuine laugh." Robin tells us as Steve put some vhs on the shelfs and I hold some to help them. I don't work here, but I like to help instead of sitting at home doing nothing.
"Of course. It's my Muppet joke. It's hilarious" Steve says very proudly, and I roll my eyes.
"My point is that Vicki laughed and everything was just like...it was perfect" she keeps going with a dreamy voice.
She's so cute.
"But?" I ask, knowing something's up.
"But I'm having this problem where it's like, I should stop talking." She explains "I have said everything I need to say.but then I guess I get nervous and the words keep spilling out, and it's like my.. my brain is moving faster than my mouth, or rather my.. my mouth is moving faster than my brain. And it's like I'm digging this hole for myself, and I want to stop digging, I'm trying to stop, but I can't. And I'm doing it right now, aren't I?"
She finally turns around to look at us after her babbling.
"Yeah, you are" Steve says and I nod with a half smile.
She exhales deeply and move backwards to rest against the wall.
"I'm hopeless" she says.
Steve follows her against the wall. "We both are"
I roll my eyes at their pessimism.
"If only we could just, like, combine." Robin suddenly says, I look at her confused.
"Combine?" Steve's confused too.
"No. Think about it. I know exactly what I want, and I've found the girl of my dreams, but I can't get the courage to ask her out. Meanwhile, you go on, like, a million dates, and you have no idea what you want. So if we just combine, all our problems would be solved."
Steve lets out an understanding "Oohh"
"Because, I mean, alone let's face it..."
"We totally suck." Steve finishes for her.
"Totally and utterly"
"C'mon, you guys are the most amazing persons that I know... just have hope" I look at Steve "and some courage" I look at Robin "and everything will be fine"
"Oh yeah?" Steve sends me a very sceptical look.
"Ooh, I think I found our morning movie" Robin gasps, running to a shelf and grabbing a vhs. "Doctor Zhivago"
"Ugh, you know I don't do double vhs" Steve groans shaking his hands in the air.
"But it's about doomed love" she tries.
"That's relatable" Steve agrees, and we both follow Robing behind the counter.
"Exactly. Also Julie Christie is b-b-bonkers hot in this. Like seriously the most beautiful creature  I've ever seen in my life"  she turn the TV on.
"I gotta agree on that" I declare.
"We're in the Forest Hills trailer park on East Roane County." The reporter's voice says loud and clear "we don't have a lot of details now, but we can confirm that the body kd a Hawkins High student was discovered early this morning. Police have not released the name although we are told they're currently in the process of notifying the family"
Oh shit.. as if alternate dimensions creature's weren't enough.
"Holy shit" Steve whispers beside me.
"Who could that be?" I ask worried.
"I don't know.." Robin replies.
"Isn't it where Max lives?" I ask again looking at them.
They just nods.
Oh shit.
We spent the morning watching the news and organising the store to keep ourselves busy.
All of a sudden the door bell rings and Dustin and Max come in.
"Hey Steve" he says, he looks visibly agitated.
"You guys see this?" Steve asks them.
"How many phones do you have?" Dustin asks, completely ignoring Steve's question.
Robin and I share a confused look
"Someone was murdered"
"How many phones fo you have?" He repeats more firmly.
"Two. Why?" He answers
"Technically three if you count Keith's in the back" Robins specifies. 
Max and Dustin look at each other.
"Yeah, thee works" Max says.
So Dustin take off his backpack as Steve asks "what are you doing?" And, again, ignoring his question Dustin throw the backpack on the other side of the counter and climbs on top of it to get through.
All this while earning very annoyed reactions from both Robin and Steve.
Ignoring both of them Dustin positions himself in fron of the computer.
"What are you doing?" Steve asks.
"Setting up base of operation here." He simply answers.
"Base of operation?" I ask. "Why?"
Steve tries to get Dustin off of the computer, but with no use.
"What do you need it for? Dustin?" I ask, getting more and more confused.
"Eddie's friends' phone numbers" he answers and I look at Steve.
"Oh Eddie, your new best friend who just is cooler because he plays your nerdy game?" Steve asks, sounding quite jealous, I gotta say.
"I never said that" Dustin defends himself from Steve's accusatory tone.
"Seriously, you guys, maybe know a Monday you can play around like toddlers, but it's Saturday. It's our busiest day" Robin tells them, putting the tapes back on the counter.
"Robin, look, I empathise, but this cannot wait  until Monday" Dustin firmly says.
"Calling Eddie's friends is an emergency?" She asks back.
"Correct" Dustin shouts, like that was the most obvious thing.
"Why? What happened?" I ask, now getting more worried. "Did something happen to Eddie?... Dustin?"
"Can you just  fill them in while I do this?" Dustin asks Max.
"Fill us in on what?" Robin is definitely annoyed.
We all look at Max waiting for her to explain what happened.
We found ourselves calling so many different numbers, trying to find a lead to where Eddie might've gone.
I type down the numbers while Robin, Max and Dustin call them, and Steve flirts with every girls he can, pretending he's just working.
"Hey, guys. I might have a lead" Max calls pur attention.
"Seriously?" Dustin turns to her, hopefully.
"Yeah, apparently, Eddie gets his drugs from come guy names Reefer Rick, and sometimes Eddie crashes there." She explains.
"That's promising" I comment.
"Where does this Reefer Rick live?" Robin asks.
"See that's the thing. No one knows. He's more of a.. a legend than someone that people actually know."  Max explains.
"And.. what about a last name?" I ask.
"I don't know that either" She answers.
"Less promising" I shake my head.
"Bet the cops knows the last name" Steve intervenes.
We turn all to him.
"What?"
"Cops. I mean listen  if this Reefer Rick is actually a drug dealer, I guarantee you he's been busted at some point. Means he's in the system" he explains like he found the perfect solution to all our problems.
"The cops? Really, Steve? That's your suggestion?" Dustin asks incredulous.
"I mean, I just think they should be filled on on what we know, what's going on" he says simply.
"You think Eddie's guilty, don't you?" Dustin accuses.
"Whoa. I believe in innocent until proven guilty, all that constitutional shit." Steve defends himself " I just, you know, don't think that we can rule it out"
"That's precisely what we're trying to do here, Steve." Max says annoyed.
"And maybe we'd have a little bit more luck if you spent less time trying to find a girlfriend and more time trying to find Eddie"
"He' not wrong here, Stevie" I agree with Dustin.
"Oh well somebody has to attend to the customers" Steve says, again, to defend himself, and I roll my eyes scoffing.
"Especially if they're babes, right?" Robin teases with a wink.
"Hey, not fair, okay?" Steve points his finger st her "I attend to all customers equally, babes and non-babes alike. We've got a very big selection in here. It can be super overwhelming for people"
"Yeah it can be" Robin says, I can tell she thought something to actually help us so I quickly follow her to the computer.
"What are you doing?" Max asks.
"Maybe we don't need a last name" she answers.
She type on the keyboard, Rick's name and a list of Ricks appears on the screen.
"Twelve Ricks have accounts here" she tells us.
"That's a lots of Ricks" Max comments.
"You're a genius, Robin" I tell her.
"I know. Now, let's narrow it down, uh? Rick Alderman's latest rentals are Annie and Dumbo...what are the chances our drug dealer has a family?" She asks.
"Not likely"
"All right, Rick Conroy. Sixteen candles, Teen Wolf, Romancing the stone." She move to the next Rick.
"No"
"Okay, Rick Joiner, Mask, Footloose, and Grease"
"Nah"
"Rick Kimbrough. The Blue Lagoon, and Splash."
"Definitely no"
"Okay. Rick Lipton. Fast Times at Ridgermont High, Cheech & Chong's next movie. Cheech & Chong's nice dreams. Cheech & Chong' up in smoke."
"Bingo" Dustin chuckles.
"Lipton?"
"Spelled like the tea. 2131 Holland Road" Robin reads.
"That's out by Lovers Lake" Dustin says.
"Middle of nowhere" I comment.
"It's a perfect place to hide" Robin agrees.
That being said we all head out to Steve's car and to this Reefer Rick's house.
And hopefully to Eddie.
We all grab a torch each and get out of the car to walk to this Reefer Rick's house.
The lights are out, which could mean that no one's home or... Eddie's hiding.
Dustin repeatedly tries to ring the bell, but to no use.
"Okay. Well, that's settled. I guess he's not here." Steve says, trying to make Dustin stop.
But Dustin just start to shout for Eddie to come out and tries again with the door bell.
Me and Max move to the side of the house with our torch, seeing what looks like a boathouse. Maybe Eddie's in there.
"Hey guys!" Max calls.
"Well let's go" I say already walking towards the small building. 
Robin is the first one to enter.
"Hello? Is anyone home?" She tries.
We all enter and start to look around.
"What a dump" Steve comments
The place is far from clean, there garbage everywhere and, as expected, a boat in the middle filled with something covered by a tarp.
I spot Steve grabbing an oar as a weapon and starts to poke the boat multiple times.
"What are you doing?" Dustin asks.
Steve just doesn't answer so Dustin repeats the question, more shocked. 
"He might be in here." Steve simply replies.
"So take the tarp off." Dustin tells him.
"If you're so brave, you take the tarp off" he basically challenges.
"Stop bickering, you two." I say.
Steve just keeps hitting on top of the tarp covered boat.
"Hey, look over here" Max tells us. She points our attention to some food envelopes.
"Someone was here." I try.
"Maybe he heard us. Got spooked and ran" Robin suggests.
"Don't worry. Steve will get him with his oar" Dustin says sarcastically. 
"Oh I know you think you're being funny, Henderson, but considering everyone in this room has nearly died about a hundred times, personally, I don't find it funny in the slight-"
Steve is cut off by a loud scream and Eddie jumping from under the tarp and pushing him against the wall, a broken bottle in his hand.
We all gather as close as possible, trying to not scare him further for Eddie to react too badly.
"Whoa whoa whoa Eddie! Eddie! Stop!" Dustin says, holding his arms out to stop us from getting further closer.
Eddie turns to look at Dustin, not moving the broken glass away from Steve's neck yet.
"It's me. It's Dustin" Dustin tries to stay calm while getting Eddie's attention. "This is Steve. He's not going to hurt you, right, Steve?"
"Right, yeah" Steve agrees, quite agitated.
"Steve, c'mon.. drop the oar, will you?" I say, as calmly as possible. 
Steve does as I say, dropping the oar away, but that just startle Eddie more pointing the glass back at Steve's neck.
"He's cool, he's cool" Dustin says.
"What are you doing here?" Eddie says, voice breaking.
"We're looking for you" Dustin replies
"We're here to help, Eddie" I add.
Eddie turns his head again to us, listening carefully.
"Eddie, these are my friends. You know Robin, from band. This is my friend Max. The one who never wants to play D&D. You know Y/n too. The quiet girl you always stare at, at lunch. Eddie. We're on your side. I swear on my mother. Right guys?"
"Yeah yeah we swear"
"Yeah on Dustin's mother"
"Yeah, Dustin's.. mother"
We say no more, tense as never before, but at the end Eddie lets Steve go and moves to the side sitting down.
Steve just come to us, I check his neck in case the broken bottle accidentally cut him but he's fine.
I turn to look at Eddie, Dustin kneels in front of him and I slowly follow.
He looks... terrified.
"Eddie...we just want to talk" Dustin very slowly tries to grab the bottle in Eddie's hand, but as soon as he gets to close he flinches grabbing the glass harder.
"Eddie... we just wanna know what happened. " I tell him.
"You won't believe me" he tells us.
"Try us" Max says.
Eddie told us everything that happened, about Chrissy coming to him to buy drugs, and how she died, right in front of him.
"Her body just lifted up into the air and.. and she just like, hung there. In the air. And her bones..  she.. her bones starter to snap"
He struggling to tell us what happened, all I want to do is grabbing his hand and reassure him...
"Her eyes, man" he continues "it was like.. there was something, inside her head, pulling. I.. I didn't know what to do so.. I.. I ran away. I left her there." He sounds so ashamed... he couldn't do anything for her.
Poor girl, she was really one of the sweetest person in Hawkins.
Fuck.
Eddie looks up to us, only to turn his head away quickly, scoffing.
"You all think I'm crazy right?"
"No. We don't think you're crazy" Dustin tries to reassure him.
"Don't bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds" Eddie snaps.
"We're not bullshiting you" Max intervenes.
"We believe you" Robin says and Eddie just scoffs, still not believing us.
"Look, what I'm about to tell you might be a little.. difficult to take." Dustin starts "you know how people say Hawkins is...cursed? They're not way off. There's another world.a words hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes it bleeds into ours." Dustin explains.
"Like ghosts and shit?" Eddie asks.
"There are... there are some things worst than ghosts" I tell him.
"These monsters from this other world, we thought they were gone. But they've come back before. That's why we needed to find you."
"If they're back again, we need to know" Max says.
"That night, did you see anything?" Robin asks.
"Dark particles, maybe"
Eddie just shakes his head no.
"It would almost look like dust, swirling dust." Dustin specifies.
"No, man, there was nothing you could see or.. touch" Eddie explains. 
I look at Steve who, now, looks more worried than before, full attention on Eddie.
"You know, I tried to wake her, man. She couldn't move. It was like she.. she was in a trance or something." Eddie explains and we all listen carefully.
"Or under a spell" Dustin points out.
"A curse."
"Vecna's curse" Dustin realises.
"Who's Vecna?" Steve asks
"And undead creature of great power" Dustin answers.
"A spell caster" I say, earning a confused look from Steve.
"A dark Wizard" Dustin finishes.
This might be worse than all the ones before...
Fuck.
We decided we have to go and get some food for Eddie.
"We'll be right back, man, I promise" Dustin says.
As we all walk to the door.
Steve and Dustin turn to me stopping me in my tracks.
"Why don't you... uh... stay here and keep him company?" Dustin asks.
"What? Why me?" Now I'm confused.
"Because you're the sweetest and he clearly has a thing for you" Steve replies as the most simple thing ever.
"He does not" I tell him sternly.
"Either way you're the best choice. You're calmer and... easier to be around than the rest of us" Steve convinces me.
"Y/n, trust me. He needs someone like you now. Please, I don't think he should be alone now" Dustin says looking me in the eyes.
"Fine" I tell him nodding "yeah, I'll stay with him. But you better stay out of trouble"
"As always" Steve shrugs.
I give him a warning look and just sigh. Watching them driving away.
I get back to the boathouse and see Eddie's figure watching nothing on the boat.
"Hey" I say quietly.
He seems to snap out of trance and looks at me surprised.
"I thought you all went" he says, with a small smile.
"Yeah well... we didn't.. uh... Dustin didn't want you to be alone right now" I tell him, fidgeting with my rings again.
"Thanks.. I guess he's right" he says.
I nod, walking a bit closer, but not too much.
"So..." he starts.
"So..." I mimic him, earning a laugh from him.
"You knew about the spell caster" he implies.
"Yeah... a-and?"
"You know about D&D..?" He asks.
"Yeah.." I say nervously.
"No way!" He whisper shouts.
"It's true!" I tell him, with a small chuckle.
"How come didn't you join Hellfire?" He asks, genuinely curious.
"I.. well.. I just..." I stutter.
"Hey.. I'm not judging, m'lady" he assures me, with a smile.
"I'm just too shy, I think.. also I'm not very good at playing" I laugh quietly. 
"I could've taught you" he says.
"I... I'm not very good with people" I honestly tell him.
"What do you mean?"
"I.. I'm not very good at talking to people, I get nervous and stutter the whole time. And just... I just shut up so I don't bother anyone" I explain.
"You're not stuttering with me" he shrugs.
"I.." I stops realising it's true.
With him it feels easier, somehow..
"No need to worry about a freak's opinion, i guess." he lower his eyes, almost disappointed.
"No! Not at all!" I quickly say.
He look at me, searching my eyes to see if I'm messing with him.
"I... listen, I don't understand why people always call you that, but I personally always saw you as someone... cool" I say, getting shy as I finish my sentence. 
"Really?" He says, he tries to hold back a smile, but he fails.
"Yeah.." I look away from him. "You always walk around like you don't care about anything. You have your ideas and you're not ashamed, and of course you shouldn't be ashamed of them. You're like smarter than any of those dickheads from the basketball team"
"Wow" he blushes... he blushes?
Did I make Eddie Munson blush?
"Are you blushing, my lord?" I gather some courage and make a joke.
"Oh... 'my lord' uh?" He looks at me with a smirk, that makes me instantly lower my eyes with my cheeks warming up.
"I.. yeah.. I mean, you keep calling me-"
"M'lady? Yeah, so I'd say 'my lord' fits perfectly" he sweetly smiles at me.
We stay silent for a while.
It's a comfortable silence, the kind you don't have to talk to fill it. We just need each other company to be okay.
I watch him fidgeting with his own hands.
He's getting nervous.
Instinctively I reach out for his hands and he turns to me, surprised, but he doesn't retreat his hands.
"It's gonna be okay" I tell him. "I know it sounds like a shitty cliché.. trust me I know." I let out a small chuckle "we've been through this shit a few times.. the point is, we're with you on this. We're gonna solve this."
He holds my hands in his.
"I want to believe you" he says looking me in the eyes.
"Good" I say.
He starts to stroke my knuckles gently.
"I'm glad you're the one to stay here, m'lady" he says.
"Apparently I'm the easiest to be around" I tell him with a shrug.
He's still not letting go my hands.
"Maybe... but that's not the only reason, but yeah" he says, a playful smile on his face.
"Then... w-why?" I say, feeling my cheeks warming up again.
"Well.. that's an answer for another time, uh?" He winks and I'm just speechless.
All of a sudden we hear noises from outside.
I grab the oar Steve used earlier and move to the door.
"Stay there" I tell Eddie.
I get closer and closer to the door, that suddenly opens reveling Robin, Dustin, Max and Steve holding some bags full of food and drinks.
"Fuck sake!" I exclaim as they enter with apologetic looks.
"delivery service" Dustin announces.
I look at Eddie who look just as startled, heavy breathing and all that.
I just exhale deeply and grab one of the bags they carried inside.
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sunnyie-eve · 2 years
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39 | Vecna's Curse
Series: Trouble In Hawkins (Steve Harrington x Henderson! Eddie Munson x Henderson!)
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: None
Previous
Today Skylar was actually going to work since Robin was scheduled to be with Steve and her. "Long time no see." Robin smiles as Skylar come in. "I was gonna talk to you at the game but..." Skylar glances over at Steve working. "I get it." Robin looks over at him. "So did you at least talk to Vicki?" Skylar grabs her arm. "Yeah, I saw you two talk for a little bit." Steve walks over to them. "She heard me say Tammy does sounds like a Muppet then she laughed. And it wasn't a like a cheap, fake laugh either. It was like... It was a real, genuine laugh." Robin tells them as they put up movies. "Of course. It's my Muppet joke. It's hilarious." Steve says making Skylar roll her eyes. "My point is Vicki laughed and everything was just like... it was perfect."
"But?" They both ask her. "But I'm having this problem where it's like, I should stop talking. I have said everything I need to say. But then I guess I get nervous, and the words keep spilling out, and it's like my... my brain is moving faster than my mouth, or... or rather my... my mouth is moving faster than my brain. I'm digging this hole for myself, and I want to stop digging, I'm trying to stop, but I can't. And I'm doing it right now, aren't I?" Robin rants so Steve and Skylar stop to stare at her. "Yeah, you are." They tell her. "I'm hopeless." Robin leans against the wall as Skylar goes to the other side of the store to put movies away while Steve joins Robin, "Eh. We both are." He watches Skylar work.
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"If only we could just, like, combine." Robin looks at him. "Combine?" He asks confused. "No, think about it. I know exactly what I want, and I've found the girl of my dreams, but I can't get the courage to ask her out. Meanwhile, you go on a million dates. And you have no idea what you want. Well you do but you don't know how to get it back..." Robin explains to him and he agrees. "So if we just combined, all our problems would be solved. Because, I mean, alone, let's face it..." She says. "We totally suck." He agrees. "Totally and utterly. Ooh, I think I found our morning movie." Robin leaves him.
"Doctor Zhivago." Robin grabs the movie. "You know Steve doesn't do double VHS." Skylar rejoins the two. "But it's about doomed love." She tells them and under their breath they say it's relatable. "Precisely." Robin hears both of them. "Also, Julie Christie is b-b-bonkers hot in this. Like, seriously, the most beautiful creature. I have ever seen in my life." Robin turns on the tv. "We're in the Forest Hills trailer park in east Roane County." Skylar's head snap towards the tv. "We don't have a lot of details now, but we can confirm that the body of a Hawkins High student was discovered early this morning. Police have not released the name although we are told they're currently in the process of notifying the family." The reporter says.
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"You okay?" Robin sees me messing with my fingers. "No... I'm worried because I know that trailer." I fidget with my fingers more and slightly pace as we continue to watch the news while we work. Some time later in the day Dustin and Max rush in. "How many phones do you have?" Dustin asks us. "Someone was murdered." Steve tells him. "How many phones do you have?" Dustin asks more annoyed. "Two. Why?" Steve asks. "Technically three, if you count Keith's." I add. "Yeah, three works." Max tells Dustin. "What are you doing?" Steve asks as Dustin takes his bag off and pushes it across the counter then crawls over. Robin and Steve complain while I watch Dustin get on the computer. "What are you doing, man?" Steve asks annoyed.
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"Setting up base of operations here." Dustin tells him. "Base of operations?" Robin repeats as Max joins us behind the counter. "Get off." Steve tells Dustin. "I need it." He tells him. "Need it for what?" Steve asks. "Looking up Eddie's friends' phone numbers." Dustin says making me now worry again. "Oh Eddie. Your new best friend you think is cooler because he plays your nerdy game?" Steve rants making me look at him. "Ed, yes. I never said that." Dustin looks at him too. "Seriously, you guys, maybe on a Monday you can play around like toddlers, but it's Saturday. It's our busiest day." Robin cleans up.
"Robin, I empathize, but this cannot wait until Monday." Dustin starts to write down numbers. "Calling Eddie's friends is an emergency?" She gets sassy. "Correct!" Dustin tells. "Can one of you tell me what's going on with Eddie?!" I shout at them wanting to know. "Max?" I look at her and she sighs before telling everything that happened last night and this morning. "Do you have any clue where he could be? You two are always hanging out late." Dustin looks at me. "The only places we hangout are at The Hideout, Arcade, where the band practices, but mostly his place." I tell them. "I'll go get Keith's phone." I leave them.
Dustin, Max, and Robin call all of Eddie's friends while Steve and I attend to customers. As he helps a chick he tries to flirt but when she brings up her boyfriend I can't help but laugh some. "You're telling me out of the millions dates you go on... not one girl you can have a decent relationship with?" I ask as he comes back after walking the girl to the door. "What about you, huh? You and Eddie?" He messes with movies. "We're friends." I tell him. "I've heard that before." He says making me glare at him so I walk away from him.
"Sky, do you know Reefer Rick? Where he lives? Last name?" Dustin asks as I join them. "Sorta, no, and no." I tell them. "Bet the cops know the last name." Steve speaks up. "What?" Max asks. "Cops. I mean, listen, if this Reefer Rick is actually a drug dealer, I guarantee you he's been busted at some point. Means he's in the system." Steve explains to us. "The cops? Really, Steve? That's your suggestion?" Dustin stands up. "I think they should be filled in on what we know, what's going on." He says kinda pissing me off. "You think Eddie's guilty, don't you?" I cross my arms. "Whoa. I believe in innocent until proven guilty, all that constitutional shit. I just, you know, don't think we can rule it out."
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"That's precisely what we're trying to do here, Steve." Max says making Dustin agree, "And maybe we'd have a little bit more luck if you spent less time trying to find a girlfriend and more time trying to find Eddie." Dustin raises his voice. "Somebody has to attend to the customers." Steve tells him. "Especially if they're babes, right?" Robin gives him a look making him rant and I get an idea as he talks. "What are you doing?" Max asks as I get on the computer. "We don't need a last name. Look, twelve Ricks have accounts here." I show all the Ricks in our system. "That's a lot of Ricks." Max looks at it with everyone gathering around. "Let's just narrow it down." I go through the list till we find one where the movies give him away. "2121 Holland Road. Out by Lover Lake, in the middle of nowhere. Sounds like the perfect place to hide." I look back at them so we close up and all get into Steve's car.
By the time we get to Ricks house it was dark out. "Dustin, really?" I ask as he keeps ringing the door bell. "Okay. Well, that's settled. I guess it he's not here." Steve says so I look at him. "You're really getting on my nerves." I say making him look at me hurt. "Eddie! It's Dustin! Look, we just wanna talk, okay?" Dustin keeps shouting as I walk around. "Guys..." I see the boat house. "Maybe he's hiding in there?" I suggest and walk towards it first. We carefully walk around it then go inside. "Hello? Eddie? It's just us... there's no cops with us." We look around. "What are you doing?" Dustin asks as Steve uses an oar hitting the tarp. "What are you doing?" Dustin asks again. "He might be in here." Steve tells him. "So take the tarp off." I whisper yell at him making Dustin agree. "If you're so brave, you take the tarp off. And what scared I'm gonna hurt your boyfriend?" He says making Dustin glare at him with me. "They're friends!" Dustin whispers yells at him. "You're so jealous of Eddie it's ridiculous." I say making him laugh.
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"Maybe he heard us. Got spooked and ran." Robin like at what Max found. "Don't worry. Steve will get him with his oar." Dustin gets sassy. "I know you think you're being funny Henderson, but considering everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don't find it funny in the slight-," Steve gets cut off by Eddie popping out from under the tarp shoving him up against the wall holding a broken bottle to Steve's throat. "Eddie! Eddie! Stop!" Dustin and I yell at him. "Eddie! Eddie! It's me and Dustin. This is Steve. He's not going to hurt you, right, Steve?" I try to calm him down. "Right. Yeah." Steve tells him. "Steve, why don't you drop yen oar?" I tell him so he does but Eddie doesn't stop. "He's cool. He's cool." Dustin speaks up. "What are you doing here?" Eddie asks. "We're looking for you." Dustin tells him. "We're here to help." Robin adds.
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"Eddie, these are our friends. You know Robin, from band. You know Max, she lives across from you. Of course you know Steve, he broke my heart. And you know Dustin." I slightly laugh. "We're on your side." Dustin tells him. "I swear on my mother. Right guys?" Dustin says so we all swear on our mom. Eddie lets go of Steve and slowly sits down out of it so when I past Steve I rub his arm going over to Eddie. "Eddie... We just want to talk." I bend down in front of him reaching for the broken bottle but he moves it from me. "Okay." I say as Robin comes over. "We want to know what happened." She tells him. "You won't believe me." He sniffs. "Try us." Max tells him so he starts from the beginning as we stand around him. "Her body just, like, lifted up into the air and, uh... And she just, like, hung there. In the air. And her bones... Uh, she... Her bones started to snap. Her eyes man. It... it was like there was something, like, inside her head, pulling. I... I didn't know what to do, so I... I ran away. I left her there. You all think I'm crazy, right?" Eddie scoffs.
"No. We don't think you're crazy." Dustin tells him. "Don't bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds." Eddie shouts. "We're not bullshiting you." Max tells him. "We believe you." Robin lets him know. "Look, what I'm about to tell you might be a little... difficult to take. You know how or say Hawkins is... cursed?" Dustin starts. "They're not way off. There's another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes it bleeds into ours." I try explaining to him. "Like ghost and shit?" Eddie asks. "There are some things worse than ghost." Max adds. "These monsters from this other world... we thought they were gone. But they've come back before. That's why we needed to find you." Dustin tells him. "If they're back again, we need to know." Max tells him. "That night did you see anything?" Robin asks. "Dark particles, maybe? It would almost look like dust swirling around." I ask him and he shakes his head no.
"No, there was nothing you could see or, uh... or touch. You know, I tried to wake her, man. She couldn't move. It was like she... she was in a trance or something." Eddie explains to the five of us. "Or under a spell." Dustin speaks up. "A curse." Eddie looks at him. "Vecna's curse." I add and they look at me. "Who's Vecna?" Steve asks. "An undead creature of great power." Dustin says. "A spell caster." Eddie adds. "A dark wizard." I add too.
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issaxcharlie · 3 years
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Something so right
Pairing: Alive! Luke x Fem reader
Summary: A date with the golden boy of the school reveals Y/N’s and Luke's true feelings for each other and they have no choice but to face what they feel. Who will take the first step?
(The fragments of the song are from Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift)
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Luke Patterson was more impatient than usual. 7:30 pm and no sign of his best friend, the one who had never missed a Sunset Curve rehearsal in these two years that they had been playing together.
“Am I the only one worried about Y/N? She is not usually late."
Reggie slaps his forehead, a memory snapping back into his head. "I forgot to tell you she won't be here today, she said something about a date."
The guitarist feels a punch in the stomach, he tries to hide how bitter the news fell on him, but his friends know him better than that.
“A date? With who?” Alex asks, genuinely curious.
“Austin Grayson.”
“Ugh, really Y/N?” But of course it had to be the school's golden boy. Luke can't help not feeling insecure. Austin Grayson is everything Luke Patterson isn't, and that scares him. What if that's what she's really looking for in a partner? He just wouldn’t stand a chance.
“Nice, he really has to like her to invited her despite what everyone says." Bobby responds as he takes advantage of the short break to rest his hands. Reggie and Alex nodding in agreement.
“What do they say?” Luke asks, completely lost.
“Oh please, most of the school thinks you guys are dating. There isn't a day that I don't hear someone call her Patterson’s girl." Alex replies, and Luke looks even more lost.
He can somehow understand why they would think that, he always enjoys having her and feeling her close. Usually touching her hand or arm in some way, hugging her whenever he sees fit. Carrying her books in the hallways or supporting her at her basketball games, just like she accompanies them to all the band's rehearsals and performances, or how she sometimes wears to school the clothes that he 'accidentally' leaves at her home when her mom invites him to dinner. On second thought, it’s easy to understand the confusion.
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You don’t know what is happening. Austin is sweet, handsome, smart, and yet you feel nothing. Forced yourself to laugh falsely all night, and couldn't help but think that it would have been more fun to join the boys in rehearsal, especially when they were only a few days away from Sunset Curve's first performance at school.
When you finally get home, you walk with your head on the floor, trying not to make eye contact with your date. Austin gently grabs your chin so you turn to see him.
A fake cough from behind causes you both to jump away from each other. You don't even have to turn to find out who owns that perfect timed cough.
“What are you doing here?” You refuse to turn around, but you know he's smirking anyway.
“It’s movie night, love.” You force one more smile towards Austin as you curse Luke under your breath, who emphasized the last word in that seductive deep voice he sometimes does when he sings and that secretly melts your legs.
“Patterson." Austin tries to get past the awkward moment by participating in the conversation, and Luke responds by approaching and placing his arm on your shoulder.
"Grayson. Thank you for bringing her safe and sound." He sounds sincere, and that makes you smile for real for the first time of the night.
“It was nothing... I should go. Goodnight Y/N, I had a great time.”
Luke lowers his arm from your shoulder and leans back, ashamed of his rare moment of insecurity and letting you say goodbye to the boy.
As soon as he leaves, you turn to see your best friend, who looks sadly at the ground, and you hug him tightly.
Luke has been through very difficult months, and it is easy for someone who is vulnerable to feel insecure, especially in situations new to them. Not to mention that you are definitely not going to fight with the person you love for putting his arm on your shoulder or calling you in an affectionate way, which are things that he usually does, guy in your doorstep or not. You decide that he showing a little jealousy for once is not the end of the world.
“I missed you so much, rockstar.” You murmur still against his chest, your statement only makes him hold you tighter. You can't help but think about how just hugging him for a few seconds makes you so much happier than the whole date you just had.
“I’m sorry for making a scene. No wonder everyone thinks we are dating.“
“I don’t mind. I couldn't wear your cool flannels or your necklaces if I was dating someone. Plus it would take away valuable time that I can use as the president of the Sunset Curve fan club.” He chuckles. You can feel his body relax and his heartbeat begins to calm down. He gives you a sweet kiss in your hair before letting you go.
Best friends walk into the house, and as Y/N goes to change into something more comfortable Luke sits at the kitchen counter to chat with his second female best friend.
"You have to do something quick, I don't want to have you here crying and eating ice cream while she's on some date with some graceless snob.”
The guitarist can't help but laugh. Y/N's mom has always been a music lover and one of his greatest inspirations. She gave him his first guitar and taught him how to play, always supporting him in each of his steps as a musician. She has always loved him like a son, believing in him with all her might and always blindly entrusting him with what she loves most in the world, her daughter Y/N.
“I know, I will I promise. What I felt today when I saw Grayson touch her face and so close to her lips... I never want to experience that again. I was thinking maybe at homecoming? Sunset Curve is going to perform.”
She wrinkles her nose in response and Luke laughs again.
"Yeah too much information, I’m sorry. And I know, but we have to start somewhere. As soon as we get booked at a good enough club you'll be the first guest.”
They both make a pinky promise and smile.
“I’ll make you proud someday. I swear.”
“I’m always proud of you, my sweet boy. I know you’ll do amazing things, just take good care of my princess during tours.”
“You know I will.” They pinky promise again and reunite with Y/N in the living room to watch movies til the teens fall asleep cuddling.
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Homecoming day arrived and you don’t have a partner. It is not hard to imagine why, being surrounded by at least one of the Sunset Curve members 24/7, especially Luke who tries to be close to you as much as possible, as if he is afraid that you will forget him if you spend too much time separated. Which is actually something you like, if you are honest with yourself. Is not something you would tell him but feeling him close and having his attention devoted to you most of the time feels quite special.
The date with Austin didn’t feel right and only confirmed what you've been trying to deny yourself for months. You are in love with freakin Luke Patterson. And you are in really deep, loving the good, bad, fun, boring, charming, and annoying parts, absolutely every side of him. And now is the time to finally do something about it.
After the guys show tonight, even more girls will be raining down on them than usual and things could get really messy, it's best to make your move first. Inside your heart you know that he feels the same, and if he doesn't have the courage to act on it then you will.
The first and most important thing you need to do to get the operation going is to kidnap Reggie, Alex and Bobby.
After a little threatening session everyone sang about Luke's idea for tonight, which made you grin like an idiot and feel more confident about your plan. The surprise that he will get when he sees how you sabotaged his plan.
Convincing Luke that it was best for you to come on your own so that they would have more time to prepare was not easy, but in the end you succeeded.
He's not a suit kinda person, but you went along with him to get a dark blue one that looked unreal on him just a few weeks ago, and you knew he would find a way to wear it sleeveless so he will look even more irresistible. You opted for a black dress that fades beautifully to blue towards the bottom of the skirt and in which you really look pretty good If you can say it yourself.
Sunset Curve finishes singing the first song, Now or never. It's time for the song Luke wrote for you, but he turns to see his friends scared when he still can't find you in the crowd. They smile at him and start to play the song they practiced with you just a few hours before.
“The way you move is like a full on rainstorm, and I'm a house of cards. You're the kind of reckless that should send me running, but I kinda know that I won't get far.”
You walk onto the stage as you start the first verse, Luke is shocked for a few seconds but then grins from ear to ear.
“And you stood there in front of me just... close enough to touch.” He recovers much faster than expected and pulls you by the waist towards him, just the microphone separating you two while he looks at you with the most seductive face you’ve ever seen.
“'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile... Get me with those green eyes, baby as the lights go down.” He blushes a little and smiles while his eyes are locked on your lips, capturing every move.
After what seems like an eternity, the song ends and before you can even say thank you, Luke's lips crash against yours, and it’s even better than what you’ve dreamed plenty of times. All the people start screaming, but you especially hear Reggie and Alex a few steps away who sound pretty happy for you.
“Reggie, an issue occurred, I have to go, sing home is where my horse is if you want to.” Luke whispers to his friend, before effortlessly carrying you off the stage.
“Admit it, you just want to touch my legs.” You joke while he walks with you on his shoulder.
“I’m in love with a really smart girl.” You stay quiet, your heart wants to jump out of your chest and you don’t even want to imagine how red your face is right now.
The guitarist finally brings you down when you leave the building, and you both walk to the park next door, where you met when you were just kids.
"Do you remember exactly how we met?" He asks while taking your hand.
“Reggie and Alex teamed up to destroy you in a game they invented and I was the only one in the park, so you invited me to join your team. And when we managed to win you said that we were the best duo on the face of the earth, that we had to be best friends forever."
“I sound very intense.”
“You are.”
They both laugh at the memory.
"You were still right."
“When did you finally realize that you loved me?” Luke asks, smirking playfully.
“I've known for a long time, but I didn't dare to admit it until recently.”
He completely accepts my answer and sincerity and smiles at me.
“I always knew that we would end up together, you eat me with your eyes when I'm not wearing a shirt.”
His teasing takes effect and you blush just remembering him in that situation.
He smiles cheekily and then takes mercy on you and changes the subject.
“So, we are the best duo on the face of the earth, best friends forever, and now an official couple?”
“That’s right, handsome and smart. Nice.”
Both approach until their lips touch, the kiss begins calm but quickly becomes more passionate, his tongue claiming every inch of your mouth, his arms strong on your hips. You let this amazing sensations envelop you and you lose yourself in him, happier than you've ever been.
When you are with the right person, everything feels just right.
Thank you for reading!
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h0tch-r0cket · 3 years
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Infatuation (18+) {a.h.} : chapter 8
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summary: you needed a job. aaron hotchner needed a babysitter. the rest was inevitable.
word count: 4.9K
warnings: explicit language, building tension, drinking alcohol
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"Hey Esmé? Are you up? I really need you right now," you called out through her bedroom door. You shifted your weight on the balls of your feet, knocking on her door.
Aaron had just dropped you off at your apartment, leaving you stunned at the fact that the two of you almost kissed in his car. You had to talk to someone about it otherwise you were certain you would have spontaneously combusted on the spot. You threw your head in your hands in frustration and let out a frustrated groan as you knocked on her door, this time a little bit harder than the first.
"Esmé, please." Artemis was at your heels and she barked at the door, as if she was trying to help you out and get Esmé's attention.
Aggravated mumbling from behind the door grabbed your attention as you heard Esmé shuffling her feet on the floor. When it opened, she was rubbing her eye with one hand and waving her finger around at you with the other.
"I swear to God, Y/N, this better be life or death because I am exhausted. I had some guy puke on me at the ER on my shift and I'm not in the mood to deal with-"
"He tried to kiss me in his car after his lecture," you blurted out to interrupt her rambling.
She stopped rubbing her eyes, looking at you with the one uncovered eye extremely wide. "I'm sorry. Can you repeat that?" She took a step closer to you, still keeping her one hand on top of her eye.
You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. "Aaron. He tried to kiss me today after the lecture."
Esmé quickly grabbed onto your hand and dragged you into her room, making you sit down on her bed. She stood in front of you and was pacing back and forth, her face contorted in disbelief and confusion.
"Aaron...tried...to...kiss...you," she said slowly as if she was taking a moment to process what you just told her.
"Yes, Esmé. It was after his lecture before he dropped me off here." Esmé continued to pace in front of you, holding her chin in her hand.
"Aaron tried to kiss you," she said faster.
"Esmé. I know. Focus here, please. I literally don't know what the fuck to do with myself right now," you said, a hint of annoyance in your voice. You knew that it was a lot to take in and quite frankly, you were still reeling from the moment yourself.
"How the fuck did that even happen?" Esmé asked as she finally gave you her undivided attention.
"It just sort of came out of the blue," you told her. "Well, maybe not that out of the blue the more that I think about it."
"Why's that?"
"He said some things during the lecture and I am pretty positive that they were supposed to be directed at me. Or I guess how he feels about me," you explained. Esmé squatted down in front of you, resting her hands on your thighs.
"What the hell did he say in the lecture?"
You briefly told Esmé about how he kept looking at you during that one specific part of the lecture, how Zeus didn't care about what people thought and that he just wanted to be with the woman he loved.
"He said that in front of everybody?" she asked, her eyes widening in shock.
"Yeah, E. That's why I'm trying not to read too much into it because it was a lecture after all. But it just felt so real."
Esmé let out a small laugh and stood up. "Y/N, I told you this man was smitten. Look at him! He almost kissed you in his car. Jesus fucking Christ. It's like he got smacked upside the head and is finally growing a set to not just tell you how he feels but to show you how he feels."
"I'm trying not to get my hopes up," you said quietly, the lingering uncertainty rattling around in your head.
Esmé looked down at you and furrowed her brows. "Wait. You said tried to kiss you? How do you try to kiss someone and not actually kiss them? I mean it's not that hard. You just have to-"
"Esmé," you said, cutting her off from her impending rant again as you heard the excited yet confused tone in her voice. "He got a call from Jack's school so he had to take it."
Esmé flopped down on the bed next to you on her back and stared up at the ceiling. "So you're telling me that it literally was like a scene out of a fucking movie? Oh my god, Y/N," she said excitedly as she held her face in her hands.
You shrugged your shoulders, twiddling your fingers in your lap. "I guess it was kind of cliché. But, God, E, when I tell you I felt like the world was completely stopped around us when he was moving his head closer to me," you said, exhaling deeply.
Esmé propped herself up on her elbows and a smirk grew on her face. "How about next time you see him, you just go for the gusto. Fucking grab him by the collar or something and just go for it."
You laughed at Esmé's so-called advice, rolling your eyes.
"I mean come on. He clearly has a thing for you already and you sure as hell do too, so might as well reassure his thoughts and feelings by sealing the deal and finish what you started in his car," she continued. She sat up on the edge of her bed next to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "And you know just for your sanity, and mine," she muttered as she spoke. Esmé grabbed onto your chin and turned your head to look at her. "Turn your fucking phone off," she said, sending you a death glare as she still held on to your face.
"Noted," you said, laughing lightly as she poked you on your nose, letting go of your face. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you grabbed it quickly, hoping it was the person you needed to hear from the most.
                                     Aaron Hotchner
-Hey, Y/N. Just wanted to let you know that I am keeping Jack home from school tomorrow. Don't worry about coming here to watch him. I took off for the day to make sure he's doing alright.
-And thanks again for coming to my lecture. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
                                -Tell Jack I hope that he feels better soon!
"Oh my god, did he ask you out yet? Was that what that message was?" Esmé asked excitedly.
You shook your head no and put your phone away. "Jack is sick so I'm not going over there tomorrow."
"Well that's not the worst thing in the world. Now you have an extra day to figure things out." She paused, giving your leg a reassuring squeeze. "And now I have the next day to help you come up with a plan to seduce Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome."
"I don't think that will be necessary," you laughed lightly, not wanting Esmé to meddle in whatever was going on with Aaron.
"Me making the plan? Yeah, probably not. But you definitely have to get into his pants," she encouraged. "Don't let this one get away from you."
"I'm not planning on it."
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Your days off flew by and before you knew it, you were back to your daily routine of watching the young Hotchner.
"How are you feeling, buddy?" you asked Jack as he wrapped his arms around your legs when you picked him up from the bus stop.
"A lot better. I slept a lot yesterday and the day before. I missed school though," he said as he looked up at you from around your waist. "But it's okay. Ms. Kingston told me not to worry about my work or anything." He let go of you and you began to walk towards the Hotchner home.
Your usual game of pebble kicking commenced as Jack told you about his school day.
"Hey Y/N?" he asked as he hopped up the stairs to the porch.
"Yeah, Jack?"
He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at you as you grabbed the key to the house from your pocket. "I missed you while I was sick."
You smiled, ruffling his hair. "I missed you, too." You unlocked the door and headed inside, being greeted by the German Shepherd who was eagerly anticipating someone coming home to be with him.
Jack gave Buster his usual scratches behind the ear before going to do his homework at the kitchen table.
You settled down on the couch, still trying to figure out how exactly you were going to bring up the whole almost kiss incident later on with Aaron later on when he got home from work.
It was all you thought about the past two days, keeping you up at night. With Esmé practically interrogating you every time she saw you, you were growing more anxious to talk to him. You worried that there was a lapse of judgement. That he was just caught up in the moment.
But you hoped that wasn't the case.
You hoped that that was his overall intention. That he did want to kiss you. That the words he spoke during his lecture, although they were about the myth, that they applied to the situation that the two of you currently found yourselves in. The words seemed too real, too thought out to only be about the way that the story went. And the fact that his mannerisms in the lecture changed when he was talking about the desire to be with someone and that he didn't care what others thought. He went from glancing around the room and pacing in front of all of his students to stopping dead in his tracks and looking at you.
You could vividly remember how his eyes were searching yours in the lecture hall, as if he was hinting that it all was about you. That it always had been about you.
As you sat on the couch and tried to process everything and think of what you were going to say to Aaron, you were interrupted by the young Hotchner plopping down on the couch next to you.
"Y/N, I'm hungry," he said as he twiddled with his fingers.
"What are you in the mood for?" You turned your attention towards the boy as you propped up your elbow on the back of the couch.
"Can we make pizza together?" he asked softly.
"Make pizza?" You were shocked at his request, not expecting him to want to make his own dinner.
"Yeah. It would be fun and delicious." He smiled softly at you, and you knew he was going to win. That kid was slowly leaving a lasting impression on you, one that you never expected. You truly cared about him the more you spent time with him and you wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
You glanced at your watch quickly to get a gauge on the time. "We probably won't have enough time to make our own sauce but we can buy it from your favorite pizza place and still make everything else like the dough. Does that sound good to you, buddy?"
"Yeah!" he hollered in excitement. You gave him a quick high five, an agreement on the plan for the night.
"Give me a few minutes to check to see what Dad has in the kitchen for the dough and toppings and then we'll head out to the store for everything else," you told Jack as you got up from the couch.
"Thanks, Y/N!"
"Of course, Jack."
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After your successful shopping trip to the grocery store and the pizza place, you and Jack were back home prepping the kitchen for your pizza making night.
"Alright, Jack. Ready to start?" you asked, looking at the ingredients scattered on the counter.
Jack nodded in excitement from across the counter and eagerly awaited your instructions.
You helped him measure out everything for the dough and had him start to mix it together while you grated the fresh block of mozzarella cheese to use for your pizzas. And of course, according to Jack, no pizza night would have been complete without pepperoni for the topping so you were going to cut that up as well.
"Okay, Y/N. The dough is all done," Jack said as he wiped his hands off above the counter. He looked adorable as ever, his shirt lightly coated in a bit of flour and a couple little white spots of flour on his face.
"Nice work, Jack," you said as you put down the cheese, figuring you grated enough. You passed Jack a sliver of the pepperoni, taking one for yourself. "Always fun to snack while you're cooking."
He nodded, leaning across the counter awaiting your next instruction. You cleared the countertop of everything besides the bowl of dough by Jack.
"Step one," you said dramatically, trying to get Jack even more excited, "is to put some flour on the counter." You took a pinch of the flour in between your fingers and sprinkled it onto the counter where the two of you were going to work. Jack followed your lead and sprinkled some flour on the counter too.
"Why are we doing this?" he asked curiously.
"It's so the dough doesn't get too sticky on the counter." He let out a small oh as you grabbed the bowl of dough in front of him. "Are we doing little pizzas for everyone or one big one to share?"
Jack tapped his finger on his chin, taking an ample amount of time to think about his decision as if the world depended upon it. "Little ones," he decided.
"Alright, well in that case we have to split the dough evenly." You grabbed the nearby knife and cut the dough into 3 equal parts, one for you, Jack, and Aaron.
"Now what?" Jack asked.
"We have to knead the dough," you explained as you placed one of the sections of dough on the counter where you had sprinkled the flour. You rolled the dough around for a second to coat it in the flour and watched as Jack stared at you, mesmerized at what you were doing.
You rolled the dough on the counter, working to get the air bubbles out of the dough. You kneaded it for a few minutes until you heard the familiar car alarm chirp in the driveway.
"Dad's home?" Jack asked, clearly not expecting his father to be home so soon.
You glanced at the time to see that Aaron was home about two hours earlier than you had anticipated. "I guess so," you said as you heard the front door open.
You continued to work the dough as Aaron came into the kitchen.
"Wow, what's going on here?" he asked as he leaned against the entrance of the kitchen.
"Making pizza," Jack said simply.
"Mhm," Aaron hummed. "Who's idea was that?"
"It was mine," the young Hotchner admitted happily. "I'll be right back. I have to go to the bathroom."
"Make sure you wash your hands good if you're going to be making this pizza," Aaron called out as Jack ran down the hallway.
You chuckled lightly at Jack's unnecessary announcement as you continued to roll the dough around on the counter. You glanced over to see Aaron watching you work the dough. He furrowed his brows as you worked, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.
"Can I help you?" you teased, clearly catching him watching you.
Aaron let out a light laugh, coming over to where you and Jack had been cooking. "Nothing, I just—" He paused and clicked his tongue. "It's nothing."
You brushed a strand of hair off your forehead with the back of your hand and looked at him, wondering what he was talking about. "No, what was it?" you asked.
"You're doing too much to the dough," he told you, raising his eyebrows as his way of pointing towards it.
You scoffed playfully, feigning a hurt expression at his comment. "Well, Mr. Chef Boyardee, how should we be kneading the dough then?"
Aaron rolled up the sleeves on his dress shirt and you watched as he came around the counter.
You definitely weren't expecting what was coming next.
Aaron stood behind you, pressing his front against your back as he wrapped his arms around your body, his forearms boxing yours in. He placed his hands on top of yours, starting to guide your hands in rolling the dough. His hands covered yours completely, manipulating their movements to continue to knead the dough. He moved his head next to yours, keeping a watchful eye on the workspace in front of you. You felt the warmth radiating off his body as he continued to stand behind you.
"You don't have to work it so much," he whispered into your ear. You shivered at the closeness, trying not to lose your composure as Aaron continued to move your hands, now in a more circular motion to work on getting the dough to be the right shape and to have a bit of a crust.
"The less you keep kneading it, the better," he continued. You leaned back against him, falling into a state of intoxication because of the whole incident that was unraveling.
You couldn't form any coherent words. Or any other thought than the fact that you wanted Aaron to take you right then and there on the countertop. It took all your willpower not to moan in the moment, even though you felt at any moment one would slip past your lips.
Aaron could feel the way your body tensed when he first came up behind you. He thought that maybe you felt uncomfortable in the situation. But then as your body relaxed underneath his touch, he figured you were enjoying the moment just as much as he was.
He didn't want to ever let you go. The feeling of your body pressed against his was permanently engraved in his mind.
He wanted more.
He was tired of running around his feelings. He was determined to talk to you about everything.
"Aaron," you muttered out, practically breathless as he stayed behind you even though the pizza dough had long been stagnant on the counter. Now, it was only the two of you pressed against each other, both of your hands locked together on top of one another on the counter.
"Hm?" he hummed as he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss on your shoulder.
"We need to talk later," you said, feeling overwhelmed by the closeness of him. You knew that you had to talk to him about the events of the past few days and if you didn't stop him now, you wouldn't have been able to help yourself.
"Whatever you want," he muttered as he pressed another kiss underneath your earlobe.
As much as you didn't want him to, Aaron let go of you and you could still feel the way he was pressed up against you. You could subtly make out the mildly toned muscles that were hidden underneath his dress shirt and you imagined what they looked like, how they would have felt underneath your fingertips.
You tried to shake the thoughts from your head but to no avail.
You stood there practically frozen as Jack skipped back into the kitchen. "Okay! I think I can make my pizza now. I think I'm going to be an expert," he asserted.
"I'm sure you are, buddy," Aaron said as he washed his hands in the sink.
"Alright Jack. Let's get going," you told him, feeling your cheeks blush thinking about what just happened.
You were truly in deep shit and there was no going back.
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"Can we play a game now?" Jack pleaded as the three of you just got done eating the pizzas.
"Go pick one out," Aaron said as he wiped his mouth off with his napkin.
Jack ran up to his room, leaving you and Aaron alone. Again.
He cleared his throat as he took a sip of his wine. He placed the glass down in front of you and clasped his hands together, his honey eyes glancing at you. "What did you want to talk about?" he asked.
You took a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself for the impending conversation. "Well to start, I guess, I want to ask you something."
"Anything."
"Now this may be my brain just over analyzing but in, uh, light of recent events we'll say," you started, trying to phrase everything the best you could, "the day at your lecture. I know you were talking about the myth of Zeus and Io. But I just... the words seemed to be saying more than just that. Am I overthinking or was there actually something behind all of that?"
"You'd be right about that," he said bluntly as he took another sip of his wine. "It wasn't just about the myth."
You felt your cheeks blush again as he looked at you. "So you actually meant it?"
"You're a smart girl, Y/N. I figured you'd pick up on it," he said with a smirk.
"And in the car when we were about to kiss—"
"Interruptions are never fun," he interjected. "Like I said that day, Y/N, you're such an amazing person. And if my actions haven't been clear about that and the way I feel about everything, then what can I do to make it clearer?"
Your eyes widened, realizing what he just told you. You figured that some part of him had some sort of feelings for you but to hear it from him was a whole different sense of euphoria.
"I don't want to force you into anything that you don't want," he added. "I know that there are a lot of things about all of this that could be a bit taboo to some people."
You nodded your head, taking a sip of your own wine. "What makes you think that this isn't something that I want?" you asked curiously.
The footsteps of Jack returned and Aaron raised his brow as a way to tell you to stop the conversation for the time being. Later, he mouthed to you as he got up from the dinner table and grabbed your empty plate from in front of you.
"I haven't played this game in forever," Jack said dramatically as he rattled the box in his hands.
"What is it?" you asked as you got up from the table to see what he had.
He held the box out in front of you and you felt your heart race. Of course, it was just the thing that you needed right now to add to the tension that was clearly building between you and Aaron all night.
"Twister!" he hollered.
Jesus fucking Christ, you thought to yourself.
You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to figure out a way out of playing. You couldn't see it actually helping the current situation in which you found yourself. If anything, you knew that it would make you want to have Aaron absolutely destroy you into oblivion.
"Jack, buddy. I, uh, don't think that this is such a good idea after eating such a big dinner," you told him, trying to think of anything to get out of playing the game. "You don't want to get sick."
"I'll be fine! Come on, Y/N," Jack practically whined.
"Yeah, come on Y/N," Aaron said smugly as he came up from behind you. "It'll be fun to say the least." He placed his hand on the small of your back as he guided you into the living room. Jack ran around in front of the two of you, quickly laying out the mat for the game on the floor.
You whipped your head around towards Aaron, your eyes wide. "What kind of sick joke is this?" you whispered at him.
He shrugged his shoulders and shoved his hands in his pockets as he smirked. "I had nothing to do with this. But," he whispered as he moved his lips closer to your ear so that Jack wouldn't hear what he was about to say. "I'm sure it won't be the last time the two of us get tangled up together."
"Cheeky bastard," you said back to him, feeling his words go straight to your core.
"Come on guys! I'll go first," Jack said as he spun the dial. "Left hand green." He smacked his hand onto the green dot closest to him and was waiting for you or Aaron to make the next move.
"Let the games begin," Aaron said loudly, making sure to steal a glance at you as the smirk grew on his face.
It wasn't long before the three of you were all twisted and tangled on the game mat. You were positive that you were mere moments away from falling over but you were determined to hold on, if only for a bit longer.
Aaron was thankful for his son for being his unintentional wingman. The game allowed him to be close to you with absolutely no remorse in his body. Especially the few times your ass had rubbed against his groin area. He clenched his jaw each time it happened, trying to not let it affect him. Or at least not that much.
He couldn't even remember how you got tangled up with him on the mat, your limbs crossing here and there with your fronts facing each other.
He was surprised to see how you were twisting and bending your body and could only think about how you would be in bed when he was relentlessly fuc—
"Right hand green," you announced as the spinner for the game came to a halt. "Oh no," you groaned as you soon realized how far away you were from the green spot.
"Don't think you can do it?" Jack teased as he peeked over at you and looked at your current situation.
"No, no. I got this," you told him. You stretched out your arm, reaching over Aaron's crossed legs as you planted your hand firmly on the green dot. "See? Told you."
"Dad, your turn!"
Aaron muttered under his breath, something about being too old for this game as he reached over and spun the spinner. "Left foot yellow?" Aaron peered down at his feet to see that his foot was already there. "Well would you look at that."
"You have to move it," Jack told his father.
"What? No, I don't," Aaron said, determined to keep his foot in place.
"Jack is right. Your foot was already there but you have to try to move it to a different yellow spot," you told him as you glanced at him over your shoulder.
Aaron rolled his eyes and begrudgingly moved his foot to the nearest yellow spot, which looped his body underneath yours.
"Right foot red for me," Jack said as he stretched out his leg to reach it. His foot just made it as it looked like he was in the position that runners were in when they were starting the race.
You flicked the spinner and watched it go until it slowed down, landing on a spot. "Right foot blue," you said. You stretched out your leg, going over Aaron's waist to get to the blue spot. "And that is how it's done," you said cockily.
A mere moment later, your knee buckled underneath you, as it gave out from tiredness underneath you. You quickly fell to the ground, taking Aaron down with you. You landed on his lap, a small huff of air leaving him from the impact.
"Are you okay?" you asked him as you tried to hold in your laughter.
He nodded, trying not to wince from the sudden weight that was dropped onto his groin area.
Aaron was, in fact, more than okay. Sure, the initial fall from you hurt like a bitch but as the two of you sat there for a moment, taking in what just happened, he really didn't mind.
"I win!" Jack yelled in victory.
"That you did," you agreed. You shuddered quickly as Aaron's hands found your waist, splaying them across it. It became all too noticeable to you now that you were practically straddling Aaron's lap right there on the Twister mat.
"You okay?" he asked you as his face softened in concern. You felt his thumbs run gentle circles on your hips as he awaited your answer.
"I'm fine," you assured, brushing the loose strands of hair off of his forehead with your fingers. "I fell on you. Are you okay?"
Aaron nodded his head, a small smile turning up on his lips.
"I think I'm more okay than I have been in a while."
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author's note:
i have literally had this chapter planned out and the idea in my head before i even any idea as to where this story was going and i am so excited that it's finally out there!
i hope you all enjoyed it! as always, thank you for your continued support <3
see you next chapter!
-jordyn
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Tessa | The Vampire Diaries x Shadowhunters | Chapter 2
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Pairings - Damon x main oc, Stefan x  main oc, Klaus x  main oc, Elijah x  main oc, Jace x main oc, Alec x main oc, multiple oc x  main oc
After Elena tried to give herself to Klaus in exchange for the safety of her friends and family, she had received a huge lecture on how irresponsible it was of her. Stefan was stuck in the tomb with Katherine and that vampire that was supposed to be dead was apparently very much alive.
Tessa had decided to sleep in and stay away from all the supernatural drama for one day. ONE DAY. And her best friend tried to kill herself, her other best friend got stuck with her psycho friend and now her favorite vampire best friend was whining about how annoying his life had become to her.
"What Elena did was stupid," Tessa said, "But it wasn't wrong. I would have done the same thing."
"You would have sacrificed yourself?" Damon questioned furrowing his eyebrows as he looked at her with a bit of hurt.
"If it means keeping the people I care about safe, then yes. I don't think I could live with myself if anything happened to you. Any of you."
Damon sped in front of her, their faces barely touching as he looked into her eyes. Lust and desire flashed in his eyes as he slightly leaned in. It was as if a button was clicked in his brain and he back away, speeding away leaving a very confused Tessa behind.
"You should really lock your door." Damon joked as he came into the room with a smile on his face, Elena had a pour on her face while Tessa tried to get her to eat something.
"Come on, pouty. At least give me 2 points for ingenuity."
"Do you think this is funny?"
"Yes, Elena I find hilarity in the lengths that I have to go to repeatedly save your life.
"What did Stefan say about this?"
"He had a good laugh."
"And what did he say about Elijah still being alive?" Damon lifted Tessa's feet up and rest them on his lap. He then proceeded to take her sandwich out of her hands and takes a giant bite.
"Hey!"
"Sharing is caring."
"Not when it comes to my food," she complained and he responds by kissing her cheek.
"Yeah, and that I didn't tell him about Elijah."
"Why not?" Tessa asked him and he pursed his lips.
"Well, A he can't do anything about it, and B what I just said."
"Wow, such a profound argument."
"Where is Bonnie?" Damon asked as Jeremy came into the room.
"I thought she was meeting you," Jeremy answered.
"No, she's on moonstone duty and I'm on Elena patrol."
"And who's on Tyler Lockwood and the full moon?" Elena widened her eyes realizing what the night was.
"Vampire Barbie asked me if she could handle it and I said why not figured if she screwed up, he'd bite her, and then I'll be rid of two of my problems."
"Don't be a dick." Tessa scolded him as she smacked his head.  
"Hold on a second. Tonight's the full moon." Elena asked them.
"Yep, but you're too absorbed with all your suicidal tendencies to notice." Damon took a call, "Hey, change of plans." Damon hung up and looked at Jeremy and Tessa.
"You babysit tonight." He orders them and Tessa raised her brow at him.
"Hey, you know, you should get out. Enjoy the sun. Oh, wait you can't." Elena chucked a pillow at Damon and missed. Jeremy and Tessa laughed leading to her shoving him to the floor and glaring at Tessa.
Elena had warmed up to being trapped in the house. Even watching a movie in her room with Tessa and eating a giant bowl of popcorn. Knowing they needed some more food, they head downstairs to see what they had in the kitchen.
They walked down the stairs to see Jenna taking boxes out of the closest.
"What are you doing?" Tessa asks her.
"Oh, perfect timing." She thrusts a box in Elena's arms and then another in Tessa's.
"What is this stuff?' Elena asked.
"Your mom's files from the historical society. I got roped into helping Mrs. Lockwood. And by roped, I mean very excited to participate." She slammed the closet door and both their jaws dropped to see the suit-wearing original in Elena's house, staring right back at them with a small smirk.
"Hey, I'm Elijah." Tessa had never felt my heart beat faster than it was then. Jenna had let in a vampire who had tried to kidnap Elena, but apparently not to give her to Klaus which was extremely confusing, and now there was nothing they could do to get him out.
"Elijah's in town doing research on Mystic Falls," Jenna informs them like it was no big deal. If only she knew what Elijah was.
"It's a pleasure." Elijah holds out his hand for Elena and Tessa to shake. Elena hesitantly shook his and when Tessa went go to shake it he bent down and placed a kiss on it making her shiver in fear.
"So, you know, you're welcome to stay here and rummage through this stuff. Or Elena, Tessa, and I could help you load it into your car."
"Yeah, or I can get someone to pick it up tomorrow."
"Also a good plan."
"Thank you so much for inviting me into your home, Jenna." Elijah went to follow Jenna to the front door but stopped. "Oh, Tessa and Elena I hope to see you two again sometime soon."
Once the door was shut, the two girls raced upstairs to alert Jeremy and banged on his door when they realized it was locked.
Right when they heard it quick, Elijah came next to them and signaled them to be quiet.
"What?" Jeremy all but snapped at his sister before glancing at Tessa with a smile.
"Aunt Jenna was asking if you could help her with the boxes."
"Okay," the younger Gilbert said before he walked off.
"That was a smart choice," Elijah said before he asked to speak to us alone.
"Oh, forgive the intrusion. I mean your family no harm," Elijah started.
"That is why you tricked your way in her house?" Tessa said crossing her arms and glaring at the original.
He just shook his head amused at her bravery.
"Why'd you kill those vampires when they tried to take me?" Elena asked. Elijah opened his mouth to answer only to be cut off by a furious Tessa.
"You mean when you tried to give yourself over to them because you are a stupid suicidal doppelganger?" She said making Elena glare at her.
"I didn't want you to be taken. Klaus is the most feared and hated of the originals. Those that fear him are desperate for his approval. Word gets out the doppelganger exists, there will be vampires eager to take you to him and I can't have that."
"Isn't that exactly what you're trying to do?" Elena asked.
"Let's say my goal is not to break the curse."
"Then what is your goal?"
"Klaus' obsessions have made him paranoid. He's a recluse. He trusts only those in his circle," Elijah explained.
"Like you?" Tessa asked.
"Not anymore."
"You don't know where he is, do you?" Elena asked.
Tessa was already tired of their conversation. Her head was spinning, and her body was begging for a change. They were sitting in that room for ten minutes and she was tired. Her focus went from Elijah to the tiles on the floor and the frames on the table.
This always happened. And it annoyed Tessa more than anything. She couldn't stay in one place. Do one thing without being distracted; without this need to move away, do something else.
Overwhelmed, she got up and walked without a word, making the doppelganger and original stop and look at her worried.
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beautifultrash-101 · 4 years
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Girls in bikinis
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Pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!reader
Summary: Every day a group of girls pass the video store capturing Steve and Robins attention, but Robin has her eye on one specific girl
warnings: none - words: 1313
Robin P.o.V
"Girls at nine o'clock!" I look up after Steve shouts threw the Video store. I leave the counter going to stand next to him, just then the usual group of five girls skate past the store with their roller skates "in a feminist way ew that you're staring, but in a personal way wow."
Everyday a group of girls skate past the store heading to the beach, which also includes them skating in their bikinis. How can I not stare? Its girls in bikinis! but in all honesty I know theres only one girl that catches my eye. Y/n Y/l/n. She's everything you'd want to be or be with. Beautiful, smart, confident and overall perfect. I look to Steve when he starts speaking "what do you think my chances are with one of them?" I laugh walking back to my position behind the desk "how about slim to non" he waves me off "you'll see tomorrow I'll be swimming in their numbers, you know why?" I exaggerate my respond "please do tell" he goes threw his hair "I've got all this to hypnotise them" "because that worked so well for you at the ice creme shop?" I raise a teasing brow at him to which he protests "that only didn't work, because of the hat, it messed my hair up" I open my mouth wide "ahh of course."
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Steve comes running into the store after his break "I convinced them to come into the store after their beach hang!" I look to the clock "you're also late" he rolls his eyes groaning "come on Robin! it was worth it" I ignore his comment going to stack some dvds.
Steve comes next to me informing me in a hushed tone "one of the girls asked about you" after he says that my head perks up "really? who?" his eyes light up with mischief "well well look who is all interested all of a sudden" he moves to the other side and starts sorting threw other dvds. He slowly starts talking again "it could have been anyone of them my memory is hazy" I give him a unpleased look to which he can only give me his little grin "okay okay, so I didn't catch her name, but she was beautiful, she wore a red bikini today" I think back to earlier, two girls were wearing red. One of them was Y/n. My heart beats a beat faster then usual thinking that maybe there was hope she was the one asking about me. We don't really talk at school, but she does always laugh at my side remarks that I make during class.
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With time passing Steve and I are basically just waiting for the group to arrive. Which doesn't take long since we suddenly hear the door opening. In enter a group of five girls, including Y/n. I think if my eyes could deform they'd be heart shaped by now. Her hair is still damp from the water and she now has a towel wrapped over her hips. I hear someone cough looking in front of me only to see one of her friends. I try to focus on her "yeah sorry, hello welcome to family video" she gives me a quick smile letting it falter not soon after "hey, what do you recommend? Im not really a movie person, but that one begged to go here" she points at non other than Y/n, who smoothly rolls across the floor to us sending me a bright smile "hey Robin right?" I nod my mouth slightly a-gape shocked that she knows my name, but also mesmerised by her up close. She lays her hand on her friends shoulder "this one just doesn't know the beauty of a good movie, do you have hidden fortress? I've heard thats a good one" I love that movie, to imagine watching it with her, on a date, platonic date of course. I stutter out "y-yeah we should h-have it" she giggles at my shy behaviour never losing the soft smile towards me. She looks to her friend "why don't you go help Dina out and I'll have Robin help find me the movie" she points to another girl who is talking to Steve who seems to once again be coming on to strong. I look to her not knowing what to do she laughs "are you stuck behind there? come on I need assistance" she sends me a quick wink before going to the 'h' category by the dvds. With my breath hitched at the back of my throat I try to follow her as fast as possible.
Standing next to her I'm really praying that I smell okay, it gets hot in here. Lost in my thoughts I almost don't hear her ask "so are you exited for school to start again?" small talk, great "yeah, it'll be weird not working here, not seeing Steve every day" she looks to where he's standing laughing at a joke he just told the two unamused girls "Steve and you?" my eyes widen "oh no! In a friendly way, he's a great guy, but not my type" she gives me a cheeky smile "then what is your type Robin?" the way she said my name in such an alluring way made my legs almost give out "y-you know the usual" Y/n grabs the movie looking over it "have you seen it?" I gesture to it "one of my favourites" she holds it in her hand inspecting it further "I don't think Holly will enjoy it that much" she grabs another movie "this will do for us tonight" disappointed that she wasn't going to go with hidden fortress, because who knows maybe we could have talked about it in school I walk to the counter to have her pay for the movies.
She comes over and I notice her still holding both movies. She lays them down as Im figuring out what her bill will be she speaks up "I always like having someone who has watched a movie already with me while watching it, if you're up for it maybe we could watch hidden fortress at my house together this weekend?" for the first time her confidence is gone and a sudden shyness comes over her. Y/n is shy because of me? I try to form words, but they don't want to come out "unless you don't want to, I mean its weird to suggest it we barley know each other" I stop her from rambling on "no! Its not weird, yeah your place weekend" her famous smile appears again "great! its a date" a date? like date date? she takes the pen I was using out of my hand letting our hands brush against one another not breaking eye contact, she slides the paper I was using over to herself "heres my number so we can arrange everything" she puts down some money "this should cover the movies" she grabs the dvds giving me another smile "see you in the weekend" with a quick yet elegant turn she goes to the door her friends quickly following.
Steve comes over to me with a disappointed look on his face "hard ones to get those roller skate girls" I look down to the note Y/n left still amazed by what just happened. Steve looks over it "you got her number!? thats so not fair" I put the paper in my pocket a grin covering my face "what can I say its the hair" I flip my hair referring back to Steves remark from before. He gives me a sarcastic laugh "a girl gets one date and thinks she has mastered the technic of flirting" I laugh at his remark to exited to even say a stupid comeback.
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thorst · 2 years
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Nanosmutmo #27: Not As Soft
This is what happens when I disregard the rules (15 minutes, no edits, no thoughts), it takes me days
From Chimerrobang’s Nanosmutmo Challenge • Earth 202 • Thor Odinson & Carol Danvers • Mature 18+
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ahhaaaah this gif is exactly like an old-school movie euphemism for sex. The aspect ratio is all wrong but the content is ALL RIGHT
"I'm going to do a big one." There was conviction in Thor's voice as he and Carol sat atop their boards in the quiet spot before the waves began to break. Carol laughed. "Course you are, hot shot," she called over the wind, looking Thor up and down. They'd long enjoyed contests of skill between them - even before they'd finally figured out each was very much into the other - but surfing was something Carol rather thought she might win hands down at.
They'd chosen the spot - a point break, of course - together, and even watched the original movie the night before (not without inviting Tony, who cleared his evening for the event). Sure enough, Carol was right. Her own wave was not perfect, she would readily admit, but Thor had fallen off his board the moment he'd managed (with a laugh of victory, no less) to get to his feet. He'd emerged from the surf a full two minutes later, wetsuit torn to shreds on the rocks of the point, board split in two, hair in complete disarray, and a broad grin on his face as he trotted up the sand to kiss her. "You remain the strongest avenger," he chuckled, making her laugh before he took her mouth with his.
As they'd told Tony the night before, extreme sports lose their edge when you're this close to indestructible.
Sand was still a nuisance, even to mighty cosmic beings, and Carol tapped Thor on the shoulder as his kisses worked their way inevitably lower. He looked up at her without raising his mouth from her skin, and Carol inclined her head towards the rocks of the point.
They bolted across the sand and scrambled up and over the rocks, laughing, another contest between them. This one should have favoured Thor and his greater reach, but Carol had managed, yet again, to prove herself faster. In the end she stood atop the rock and offered a him a hand up, rosy-cheeked and wild-eyed with victory. The look in Thor's eyes as he looked up to see she'd beaten him again took Carol's breath away.
There was so much she loved about him, but this may have been the first she fell for; his true and unfettered delight at and in her victories and her strength, even when examples of it came at his expense. Maybe especially then. Now, as she helped him atop the rock, his eyes were bright, his gaze trained on her so intensely she imagined she could almost feel it, and it made her heart beat faster as she lead him by the hand to the windward side of the rock, exposed to the crashing sea, yet still above it.
The rocks did not make a better bed than the sand would have, in truth, but Thor and Carol didn't care. They didn't care as Carol sat in Thor's lap, kissing him as the waves crashed against the rocks around them. Nor did they care as Carol tore what remained of Thor's wetsuit off of him to reveal unblemished skin (and so much muscle) underneath. Thor in particular didn't care about the uneven rocks as Carol wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking the hard length of him eagerly as she leaned over to kiss the broad expanse of his chest. The sound this god of storms made when she squeezed him went straight to the needy heat between her own legs, and she raised her mouth from his hip - a love bite marked his skin, but not for long. She never broke eye contact with him as she removed what little she'd worn as quickly as she could, straddling him the moment she was nude. "I want you," she breathed against his lips as she slid him easily into her. He moaned and closed his eyes, and she could see the magic glowing behind his eyelids even as she leaned forward to his ear, and nipped his earlobe - she felt the eager shiver that ran through him and smiled to herself. "Hard as you can, god of thunder."
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blubberingmess · 4 years
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[Barnes Duo] Sebastian Stan x teen!Actress!reader
Summary: an interview with Sebastian Stan and (Y/n) (L/n), also known as the Barnes Duo.
(C/n) = Character name
*No matter what color your skin is, it won't change the fact that (C/n) is Bucky's sister (movie) in the future you'll find out ;).*
Warnings: none
Note: There's no romance. Just a close friendship between you and the actor, as well as the role you're both playing; brother and sisters. No"WhAt ArE yOu dOinG StEp bRo~" none of that-- in the future maybe?
Edit: This is a draft and I don't know how i feel about this. Barnes duo? Seriously? I'm currently writing a mini series right now.
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"Hi, it's nice to finally meet the Barnes Duo," the interviewer greeted, smiling excitedly at the both of you. Sebastian Who is sitting next to you on his own 'director's chair' answered with his own charming smile, "nice to meet you too."
You grin. "They actually called us that?" You've heard and seen posts about it but didn't actually knew it's officially what the fans/media calls the both of you.
"Yes actually. They just love the sibling relationship between Bucky and (C/n) Barnes." She said. "That leads to my first question; how did you two made it so natural in the movie? Like the two of you are actually siblings, especially with the videos that's currently trending right now."
There's a lot of video that's going viral of you and Sebastian, most of them are off-set, eating lunch together and having conversation to the side as you wait for your next scene.
*You and Seb are standing a few meters away from the camera, both facing each other. You're rambling about something while Sebastian listens, nodding his head and opening his mouth a few times.*
> the two are just cute! I can't!!!
> I'm telling you guys. They're long lost siblings! 💕
> Currently wishing I have a brother who would look at me like Sebastian is looking at (Y/n). He's listening so intently but we all know she's just ranting about Scooby-doo
> @^^ I know right?!
Some are just the two of you bickering and creating bloopers while on-set
*One scene where it's supposed to be very serious and talking about an important mission with Steve and Bucky.
You: *firmly looks at Chris in the eyes* I could sneak in through the vent; spy on Dr. Vlad as he takes his first dump of the day. Will also send you his nudes om the way--
Seb: (Y/n)!
You: *turns to seb* Don't worry, brother. I'll send you a copy as well... *snort-laughs*
Seb: *Trying so hard not to smile*
Chris: *watches*
Seb: *started chuckling and shakes his head**
> (Y/n)'s laugh is contagious. I love her ♡
> Look at Sebastian's face. He really tried so hard not to laugh 😂❤
> Chris looks so done right now 😭😭
> Sebastian's face went from 'Stop it. Im not playing games' to 'why do you look so cute? I can't stay mad at you' ❤
You grinned, looking up at Sebastian who smiles back at you. "That's just how we are in general," You started, looking back at Sheryl. "It didn't feel like we're acting to be honest. We actually hit it off the first day and became very close."
Sebastian nodded his head in agreement, recalling the first day you've met months ago before shooting the movie.
"Yeah. (Y/n) is naturally a brat and far more younger than me. I instantly feel like a big brother whenever I'm with her because she's my responsibility-- practicing dialogues and all that; getting to know each other and perfecting our roles. And she just... instantly gotten attached to me."
Sebastian glance at you with a warm smile on his face, fondness behind his eyes. Ever since you introduced yourself to him as his costar, he always would look at you with such warmth like a loving brother would to his baby sister.
You good-naturedly scoffed. "I instantly got attached to you? Hold up, dude. You're the one who's gotten attached to me; acting like a big brother off-set and being all protective and stuff." You pointed out, not bothering to deny the fact that he called you a brat.
"Is it true?" Sheryl asked, averting her green eyes to Sebastian who shrugs his shoulders.
"Not really--"
"It's true," you chimed in. Sebastian sighs and flirted his eyes back at you with an unamused look, only laughing inn response.
"One time I got hit on the face with a punching bag-- softly might add-- after I missed a move, Sebastian's the one who came running next to me and asking if I were okay. The look on his face was priceless!"
"What? That was one time. It looks painful."
"Nope It's not. Remember that time when I need to jump down a that tall platform because my stunt double can't? You're the one who refused saying it's 'too dangerous' despite the safety cables. You look so worried!" You laughed and Sheryl chuckled, imagining it.
"What can I say? This girl grows on me; managed to sneak in my heart without me even knowing it." Sebastian wrapped an arm around your shoulder for a side hug. You felt your heart jumps in happiness, smiling up at him.
"I'm actually sad the first movie came into an end faster than I expected."
"Sebastian!"
And that's how the media explodes with excited reactions, ready for the next upcoming movie regarding Bucky Barnes and (C/n) Barnes; their untold story.
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The Captain's Knife (Ronald "Ron" Speirs)
Requested by: @satanslov3r
Summary: Dislike can turn into something more so quickly you barely realized your true feelings towards a certain Dog Company Captain.
Prompts: 48 - A knife? Are you flirting with me? & 69 - Yes, asshole, I do care about you
Author's Note: I've been dealing with some stuff lately and getting almost no inspo so I'm really sorry for not posting that much as usual. But I can assure you it'll be over soon. However, feel free to drop some requests in my ask box!
Taglist: @alienoresimagines @floydtab @eugenesmorphine @real-fans @meteora-fc @not-john-watsons-blog @band-of-brothers-cz @tealaquinn @ok-roemanov @mrseasycompany
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"And in the end, we were all just humans... drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness." - F.S. Fitzgerald 
It was an understatement to say that Y/N didn't like Captain Speirs. She disliked him so damn much, it slowly turned into hate even though she was thought her whole life not to have this kind of feeling towards people. But how could not she? With that prideful and arrogant behaviour?
It's such a paradox that this rather strong emotion can turn into even a stronger one pretty quickly.
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"I can't believe you just did that!" Malarkey exclaimed laughing as he patted her shoulder in admiration.
"Someone had to. His attitude really pisses me off." Y/N chuckled and took a long drag from the cigarette.
"You mean Speirs offered and you took it? Just like that?" Hoobler next to them joined the conversation and Malark nodded enthusiastically.
"Damn! Why did I have to take a piss?! I'd do anything to see his face." Hoobler giggled glancing at Speirs a few meters away. "Although you'd make a great couple."
"What? No!" Y/N screamed way too faster than she probably should trying to hide her sudden nervousness with a laugh.
"You'd be just the perfect match!" Malark encouraged Hoobler chuckling devilishly, "you're actually a bit like him."
"You guys are horrible." Y/N shook her head in disbelief but a hint of smile flashed over her face.
"Private Hoobler, Private Malarkey, Private Y/L/N. Stop just standing there, we're moving out!" suddenly a very familiar voice filled their ears and a very typical cigarette smoke flew around them in the air. Captain Ronald Speirs was standing right behind Y/N's back, his M1 Garand casually leaning against his arm. Y/N didn't know if it was for the teasing but the strong dislike inside of her for this soldier somehow disappeared for a moment and a warm feeling filled her chest instead.
"Oh and Private Y/N?" Speirs suddenly turned to the female paratrooper with the stern look of his, "I noticed before that you lost your knife during the jump. Found this one so here you go. Don't want my paratroopers go around not fully armed."
Y/N slowly accepted the weapon and put it in a case strapped to her leg blinking a few times trying to catch the real grasp of the situation.
"A knife? Really? Are you flirting with me?" she blurted out suddenly, her cheeks heating up a little.
"Oh c'mon, trooper. I might think you're blushing." the Captain winked at her sending her his typical smirk, then turned at his heel and walked away.
"He didn't deny it! I think he actually said yes in his Speirs kind of way!" Malark shouted out running around giggling like an idiot.
"Our ship is coming true, Don!" Hoobler laughed and highfived the soldier.
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Y/N didn't know if it was for the knife thing or the teasing or something just clicked in her, but Ronald Speirs appeared to her in a different light. He wasn't the proud cocky tough guy anymore but rather a brave quiet man with a hidden devil in him.
She was so uncertain about her own emotions and she didn't know how to handle them. Every time Y/N bumped into Speirs, he sent her a cheeky grin or a wink and exactly that wasn't helping her current situation. She didn't want those feeling, the least thing she desired was love in the middle of war but every look, every small conversation, every light touch they shared Y/N fell for the officer even more.
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"Just admit it, Y/N! You're into him! Now go and talk to him before this movie ends." George Luz encouraged her gesturing towards the Captain who was leaning against the wall a bit further from the others.
The thing was, she actually considered his offer, she really imagined herself walking up to this man.
"Oh god, you're so thinking about doing it!" Malarkey giggled nugging her side.
"If I do it, will you please leave me alone?" Y/N rolled her eyes at their behaviour but she could feel her hands trembling and heart beating fast.
The two boys nodded enthusiastically with huge grins on their faces. They looked like two little kids before Christmas.
It was one painful minute she had to undertake and Speirs was watching her all the time while she was walking right to him. Y/N didn't greeted the Captain but she put out a cigarette instead and while she was lighting it, she positioned herself right in the view of George and Donald behind her back. 
"Sorry to bother you, sir, but the boys wouldn't leave me alone until I get my ass over here and talk to you." Y/N spoke up as casually as she could swearing to herself she actually said 'ass' in front of him. 
"I just couldn't not overhear that conversation, Private." Ronald smirked taking a drag from his own cig, "so you're into me, hey?"
"Oh shut up." she snapped completely burying the rest of her boundaries.
"Seems like someone's in a grumpy mood."
"They haven't stop blabbing about you and me since the time you gave me that knife in Carentan. It's getting really annoying."
"Just admit it, you like it."
"What?"
Ronald Speirs was getting way too closer to her than she was ready for. His hand brushed over hers until he finally took it and squeezed it gently. At that point, Y/N's heart was beating so fast she was afraid it might actually jump out. The warmth radiated off his body and was capturing her with every lasted second like a snake wraps around a tree branch. There was no escape.
"Just relax, trooper. I might think you don't like me. Back." Speirs almost whispered leaning in some more.
"You really don't know when to shut your mouth, do you?" Y/N smirked tilting her head to the side.
"Let's head outside and I'll show you what my mouth can do."
"I can't say no to that, Captain. And for your information, yes, asshole, I do care about you."
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antigoneidk · 4 years
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Nothing's gonna hurt you baby|t.h.
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A/N : something special for this special day heheh I hope you like it! It's a little different from what I've done before.Also I'm sorry for any mistakes. I love youu(you can listen to the song if you want to,trust me you won't regret it it's in the end)
Warnings : fluff and a little smut
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She woke up hearing the birds singing outside,flying,being free. Her eyes blinked from abrupt contact with the bright sunlight and her head switched to the other side. Although she just woke,she felt exhausted and barely moved. Her cheeks were puffy and her small eyes were like fire. Everything burnt,the worst kind of pain. The sheets were cold next to her. A man's body was missing. Moments from the previous night came to her tired mind,as feelings overwhelmed her heart.
"Babe?"her voice sounded like a melody to his ears."Do you want to watch a movie with me?"his eyes met hers. He couldn't resist to this soul, who was now lying next to him.
"Of course my love,whatever you want"she laughed like a little kid, clapping her hands together. He watched her from behind. Her hair long, covering the half of her back, looked soft and brighter. Her curves, her hands, her legs, the way she was focused on searching a movie to watch. She could literally have any man she wanted or wished for. But she chose him, she was with him.
Their legs warmed one another, her head resting on his chest, going up and down. His lips on top of her forehead, kissing it every two minutes.
She felt the most luckiest girl. His arms wrapped around her, giving the comfort she never felt in her life. Her cheeks hurting from the bright smile she wore and from the heat, causing them to turn into a light shade of red.
None of them was paying attention to the movie. Were lost in their feels. They looked at each other at the same time, giving them a good amount of laughter, before their lips connect. The world stopped spinning. People stopped moving except these two lovebirds. The kiss was slow, expressing their inner feelings. They couldn't  hear anything but their hearts beating at the same tempo. She jumped to his lap, her hands now exploring his chest and neck as his hands were placed to her waist pulling her as much closer as possible. Their tongues fighting now,their hunger to taste each other's bodies.
She wanted to feel him inside her listening to his moans, kissing her neck and whispering sweet words like every other time.
He wanted to feel her around him, hearing her moans, feeling her quick breath to his shoulder, telling her how much he loves her.
In minutes their clothes were on the floor. His tongue rediscovered her body, her breasts, her belly, her pussy. So did his fingers. Every inch was something new. It was like the universe put an effort to make this piece of art that he had under him, moaning at his touch and taking his breath away whenever she called his name.
Her hands were scratching his back and later his curls. She wasn't able to speak from the pleasure she felt at that moment. The pleasure he was giving. He looked like an angel that was sent to this world to save and take her at a better place.
"Tom"she whispered at his ear, feeling him inside her, hitting her spot. He met her eyes only for a moment before she closed them again, leaning her head back and moan his name once more. He was the luckiest man in the world.
Her heart was exploding through her chest,not being able to calm. Her legs around his body, shaking and burning. Her skin was so hot under his touch, it wasn't even possible for a woman to feel like this. He had this power over her and he wasn't even realizing.
In fact he was scared that someday she'll fly away from his arms. She'll find love somewhere else, far away from him. This was the main reason he felt the need to express his love to her always, making her feel good in so many different ways. Kissing her,spoiling her, dancing with her, sing to her, writing about her, making love to her. He saw her eyes getting brighter, her smile bigger, her hugs longer. He knew she was going to be forever his, but still the fear of losing her was present.
Y/n was terrified too. That he will get bored, that his love for her will stop at some point, that one day he might me gone. His arms will hug another person's body, his lips will not longer kissing hers. The thought of it was enough for her to tear up. She didn't want to lose him. He was her soulmate, her world, the meaning in the miserable life she was drowning. He was her savior.
And although they were scared for the other person's feelings, the only thing both didn't doubt was their unconditional love they felt for each other. She was in love with him. He was in love with her.They knew they wouldn't stop loving and cherish the other. They were convinced that this was their destiny, to be in love.
"I love you"their voices blended so well. Their bodies started to move faster and both couldn't breath easily. Their moans filled the entire house, and even further, not being ashamed if the neighbors were able to hear them. They didn't care about the rest of the world. It was just the two of them, in that bed screaming as they were closer to the edge.
They finished at the same time. Tom's body moved to the side trying to catch his breath. She turned to him, placing her head to his bare upper body, giving little kisses.
"I'm gonna make something to eat okay?"she smiled as she watched him breathing hard and barely speak. She was responsible for that, but he did more to her in ways she couldn't express, and probably never will.
A satin robe covered her naked body. She was standing in the kitchen, moving every now and then to take things, add some, throw some others, mixing, baking. She wanted to thank him. He was the only one to take her away and travel in places even God had forgotten. He was the only one to make her smile so much. He was the only one that made her feel so weak just from a touch. He was much more than just a man walking down the streets every day and night. But she didn't know that she was the one that saved him.
When you are feeling lonely, it seems that everyone is happy except yourself. You don't have someone to talk to, share thoughts, laugh with, give your love to. Just silence. And then you start feeling less and less. That's how he was feeling the day she accidentally threw her drink all over him. She became that person he was searching for years. That made him start feeling again. Who knows where he would be of they didn't met there.
He leaned against the door, just watching her cook. Her hair up now, showing her neck that was full of hickeys he left moments ago. Her body so flawless, that made him want to feel her again.
"Y/n"she stopped and looked at him. "Can I have a dance with you?"
"What about this?"he grabbed her hand and started walking to the living room. She laughed a little and waited for him to put a song. She didn't know why his heart desired dance so much. She loved watching him dance around the living room though, he looked like happier like that. And she was always looking at him with a full heart.
His hands pulled y/n's body closer to his. He started swinging and she followed fascinated from him and the way he looked under nothing but the moonlight.
"Whispered something in your ear, it was a prevented thing to say but I said it anyway, made you smile and look away"
Her head was resting on his shoulder, her eyes closed enjoying the dance. Tom's head was resting on the side of hers, his lips next to her ear.
" Nothing's gonna hurt you baby. As long as you're with me you'll be just fine. Nothing's gonna hurt you baby, nothing's gonna take you from my side"
That's how she felt with him. He was the shield she needed. Nothing was getting to her anymore, 'cause he was the one that protected her. She never felt unhappy or worried about things she used to. Tom was the person that made her feel happy, loved, carefree.
And that's how he felt with her. Y/n took the pain away from him. She was there when his friends couldn't. She listened and cared. Only beautiful emotions got through him because of her.
"When we dance in my living room, to that silly 90's R&B. When we have a drink or three, always ends in a hazy shower scene"
He picked her from the ground, her legs around him. She rested her forehead to his looking to his brown eyes, darker that usual. Her butterflies flew inside her entire system. Their lips connected again as their emotions got the most of themThe only thing that bothered him was that robe that blocked her beauty. He wanted to see her from head to toe naked every day all day. She was like a drug, the most dangerous one he couldn't say no to. She was allowed to ruin his life if she wanted to.
They lay down, hunger take over them for the second time. Just with kisses and she was already wet enough.
"Waterfall is overflowed"he whispered to her ear, his fingers playing with her, moans coming from her mouth.
"Nothing's gonna hurt you baby. Nothing's gonna take you from my side"
He was now inside her, the pleasure hitting him like electricity. She was tight around him, fitting him better than anyone. His heart next to hers, his eyes scanning her expressions one by one. Every girl would be jealous from her beautifulness and every guy was wishing to be him right now.
"When we laugh into the microphone and singing, with our sunglasses on to our favorite songs"
They both remembered the same day. Their first road trip. It was a hot summer day, music was loud and they were singing, or dancing, or laughing, or kissing. A day spent away from where they lived, next to a river just the two of them.
She finished first only a few seconds before him. The moon was even smiling seeing their tired bodies come closer, hugging one another. She kissed his lips with lust and mostly love. She tried to make sure he knew she was there for him. And she was staying.
She got up from the bed, sun watching her naked body. She got her robe again and made her way to the living room where she found him. He was standing next to the window with a cup in his hand, only wearing his grey sweatpants. He knew that they would drive her insane and she knew that he was aware of that weakness.
"Good morning baby"her voice made him smile before he felt her hand to his curls.
"Good morning"he kissed her." How was your sleep?"he asked as he caressed her cheek.
"I slept good"she laughed."When did you moved us from the ground?"
"A couple hours ago" he sipped from his cup,pulling her to a hug." I made you breakfast. Well you did last night but something came up"
"Yes I know. What a pity!" she smiled at him before starting running around the furnitures with him behind her.
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kortsitron · 4 years
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Revenge
Relationship: Loki × Male! Reader { Something between platonic and romantic }
Location: Mention in one shot
Time: Around 7- 8 PM
Warnings: heartbreaking, ex-boyfriend being total asshole, angry Loki, swearing, homophobia, mention of acrophobia, one very bad f-word (I'm sorry)
Imagine: Your asshole boyfriend broke up with treats you like shit. Loki sees everything and decides to do something with this.
[A/N]
I have no idea what to say. I sometimes do have a really weird ideas. (you will see why I call it weird) Hope you enjoy this oneshot.
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(Y/N) was bouncing happily to the park, to meet his boyfriend. Male loved him so much and he was happy, as always, to meet him. Unfortunately, he didn't knew what was going to happen. What his "boyfriend" planned for him.
As he was on his way to the park, his friend, Loki the God of Mischief, was enjoying himself at the bench, reading a book. This time, he wasn't dressed as a witch, Asgardian was wearing more comfortable clothes. It was way too hot for a black suit.
Loki knew (Y/N)'s boyfriend. He talked to him once and both men didn't liked each other since their first meeting. Loki thought that (Male name) was inappropriate for his friend. In his opinion he seemed mysterious, in the bad way, but he decided to keep all of his thoughts for himself after seeing how happy (Y/N) was. (Y/N) was like a small sunshine, happy most of them time, smile on his cute face was making Loki’s cold heart beat faster. Seeing him sad, was breaking him. Mostly, because Loki had a crush on him, but he knew how to hide it.
Loki looked up as hear a familiar voice, in bad meaning. It wasn't (Y/N)'s voice, it was (M/N)'s voice. God's face from neutral quickly went to glowering. An annoyed sigh left his lips as Loki was watching every move he was making. Something made him suspicious about the male, more than normally. Something was about to happen.
As (Y/N) entered the park, Loki closed the book and started staring at (Y/N) really closely, all his attention was brought to him.
"Hey babe!" (Y/N)'s said with cheerful tone and smile on his face. Male was about to hug his boyfriend, but instead of a hug, he got roughly pushed away. He landed on the ground and looked up to see the emotionless face. "Why did you done that?" He whispered, feeling unsafe at the moment. Everybody near them was starring at both of them.
"Do not touch me, faggot." This word made (Y/N) choke slightly on the air, not believing what he just heard.
"Why did you called me this way?" His voice was lower and quieter than before.
Loki looking at everything from distance felt the anger building inside of him. He wanted to go and stop this, but he needed to know what will happen next.
"Listen to me little bitch. I don't what you were thinking, but we're done. I was with you, because of the deal with my friends." He groaned. "I have no idea what you had been thinking, but it all was fake. I would never fall for such a pussy like you. If really want to know, I was having fun with some girls when you were sitting in your house." He laughed dramatically.
Tears started streaming down male's face as got up and ran from the park to his house. Loki exploded inside. He got from the bench and went to the (M/N) to tell him some very interesting things that he should heard way earlier. He had no mercy for people who hurted (Y/N).
"Who you think you are?" Loki's voice was low and it gave shivers down the others male's spine.
"Oh, you're his friend. You better go to him and make this fucking baby stop crying." Grin on his face made God of Mischief feel furious.
"I will go and treat him in the way he deserves it, but now, I have something more important to do." His voice become dead, as he grabbed (M/N) by his arms. His strong hands weren't going to leave him alone. The revenge in his head, planned perfectly.
"What the fuck are you doing?!"
When Loki was doing everything he should, (Y/N) was already in his apartment. Male was in his room, on the bed. His eyes were red and puffy, but it wasn't the end of his tears. He was feeling bad for being so stupid and he was extremely mad at himself for not noticing anything. He wanted to scream.
Knock. Two knocks on his door. Male got up and wiped the tears from cheeks, he breathed deeply a few times to calm down at least a little. He got to the door and stood right in front of it.
"Who is it?" He asked, the way he said that made the person behind the door broke inside.
"It is me, dear. Please, open the door." Loki implored, his tone of voice was telling (Y/N) how worried and sad he was at the moment.
After waiting a few seconds, he opened the door. Loki saw a despondent face. (Y/N)'s was a little bit of a mess, his face red and his beautiful (e/c) were looking like they were made of glass.
Without thinking Asgardian pulled smaller male into a tight, comforting hug. (Y/N) immediately started crying again.
"Shhh... Everything is okay, I'm here..." Sweet words that would made (Y/N) feel better in other situations, didn't worked too much this time. This time he couldn't stop and calm down. It was way too much for him and Loki noticed it. Instead of saying anything or just simply stopping crying, he cried harder, making God’s hoodie wet. Not that he mind of course, he knew that he needed to get rid of all the bad emotions.
"H-Help!" Someone yelled outside the window. He quickly got (Y/N) attention, because voice was way too familiar. "Please! Somebody!" Voice was breaking, fear in it.
"Wh-what is..?" Male pulled away from God, to slowly go to the window. Loki followed him from distance to see his reaction. Outside, on high building, (M/N). Tears in his eyes. "Loki, did you..?"
"I did." He giggled as he went to the window. "I couldn't leave this creature without any punishment for the way the treated you."
"I am so sorry!" He cried. "I shouldn't do that, (Y/N)! Please! I want to go down!"
"How did you knew it will make him react like that?" He simply asked, looking at Asgardian. He giggled before answering.
"You told once about the fact that he have acrophobia, so I thought meeting his worst nightmare will made him feel sorry." Loki answered without hesitation. (M/N) shouldn't did what he done and God wasn't going to do anything about his fear. "You know that I listen to you." He smiled sweetly.
"I don't know what to say."
"He got what he deserved, my dear. And if you're really worried about him, I believe spider-child will take care of him."
"Spider-child?" He laughed a little at the nickname. "Why did you call him that?" He couldn't stop the smile on his face thinking about it.
"He is a child." Loki grinned once more at the scene outside the window before glancing at (Y/N). "How do you feel about my little surprise?"
"I.. He got what he deserved, just like you said. But maybe it was a little too much, Loki." He agreed with Loki, but not fully.
"I believe I did a good thing." He responded, hoping that Midgardian won't be mad at him for what he done to (M/N). "You are mad at me, aren't you?"
"Not really. I am more mad at myself than you." He looked down, embarrassed by his own words, but he was right.
"Don't be, (Y/N)." Loki got other male's attention and looked shyly into his eyes. "It's not your fault, you shouldn't blame yourself, alright?" He nodded slowly.
"Yes. You're right." He whispered. Male wiped his eyes a little, feeling another wave of tears coming to his eyes. "Sorry, I just..."
"Oh, no no no. Everything is fine, (Y/N). You can cry, you know me, I don't judge." He smiled warmly and bring smaller male into comforting embrace. His hand gently brushed his back, making his calm down a little. A few tears came from Midgardian's eyes, but he didn't made a single noise while it. Loki's cold skin was quieting him a little bit.
"Spider-child." He chuckled into the hoodie, couldn't stop himself from saying that. Asgardian snorted hearing the nickname. "Did I just ruined the moment?" He chuckled once again, a looked up at God of Mischief.
"I think you did." He smiled in return. "But in a good way. It's good to hear your laugh."
"Do you think spider-man will be here soon?" He asked looking outside, at (M/N) who was crying at the moment.
"I think so. I also think that my brother will find about my actions and he will be mad." Loki rolled his eyes thinking about Thor's talks. Listening to them, didn't seems interesting. "But I don't care about it too much."
As soon as Loki made (Y/N) feel better and made him forget about what happened, men decided to watch Netflix. When they were enjoying themselves, spider-man took (M/N) down. He was texting him, at first he was sorry, then his messages became aggressive, but Asgardian told him not to care. He even said that he will do something like this again, if his ex will try to hurt him. It made (Y/N) blush, nobody in his life never cared about him that much.
"Are you staying?" (Y/N) brought his attention to Loki instead of the movie. His voice was quiet and it was almost impossible to hear. He wasn't fully sure if he should ask Loki that after a day like this.
"I can stay if you want." He answered, looking at him. "Are you afraid that he is going to come here?"
"Yeah and I just don't wanna be alone." He looked away, not wanting meet his gaze at the moment. Male didn't see the other male’s smile.
"I will stay if need me. No need to be scared to ask." He gently had put his fingers under (Y/N)'s chin to make him look into his green, beautiful eyes. "It's okay."
"I know it's just... That situation seems kinda weird." He murmured. "Probably because (M/N) did what he do and you know... He broke up with me."
"Don't stress yourself, my dear. It's okay to feel the way you do. You just need to take your time."
"I am gonna take my time." He grinned a little and hugged him. "Are you in mood to cuddle?"
"I thought you wanted to watch a movie." Loki lowed his voice and smirked.
"We can still watch it."
Loki chuckled and hugged smaller male back. "Alright, if that's what you want."
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The Maze Trials: A Gally Fanfiction
Pairing: Gally x Emi(OC)
Summary: Emi, first girl the Glade has seen. Tougher than she looks and more than ready to prove it. Since day one her and Gally have been at each other's throats. Fighting constantly and not just with their words.
(Gally fanfiction which will include smut. It also has an actual story line. Think of it as an AU to the original Maze Runner. It'll mostly follow the main story line with some changes. Mostly focusing on Emi and Gally and their relationship.)
Chapter Nine
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"We should really get back." I smiled leaning back from Gally.
He sighed then nuzzled his face into my neck. I chuckled but let him do as he pleased. It was nice not having anyone else around to comment. It was also nice being like this with Gally other than at each other's throat.
My head popped up at the sound of footsteps. Gally jolted upwards at the sound of twigs snapping. He quickly stepped away from me turning to grab his two buckets. I turned around and grabbed another empty one just as three gladers came into view. I ignored them as I dipped my bucket in the mud making it a point to get my hands muddy so there'd be less questions about the mud on my face and shirt.
"What the hell is going on?" Newt questioned sharply from behind me.
"We're getting mud." Gally said nonchalantly.
"The other builders said you've been gone for awhile. Started to think one of you actually killed the other and was burying the body." Newt said with his best authoritative tone.
I turned around grabbing my other bucket from the grass. Newt's face was priceless. He looked me up and down noticing all the mud. He saw my hands covered in mud but he also glanced over to Gally's hands which were also covered in mud.
"Everything good then?" He asked raising a brow.
I nodded looking at him with a fake confused expression. He shook his head then disappeared back threw the trees with the other two gladers. I glanced at Gally who avoided all eye contact. He started heading back towards the Glade and I quickly followed him. Both of us carrying two buckets.
"It's okay Gally" I said softly once I was walking beside him.
"What?" He asked confused.
"If you don't want to say anything. It's okay. I'd rather not deal with all the comments and questions anyway." I watched my feet as I spoke.
"Thanks" was all he said.
We silently took the buckets to the other builders then went back to chopping the same tree as earlier. He stayed silent so I did too even though I was itching to talk to him. The other builders noticing the mud on me kept eyeing the both of us. I seriously need to wash off.
"Hey Gally"
"Yea"
"Is there somewhere I can wash this mud off me?"
Gally stopped chopping and peaked around the tree at me.
"Yea right past the tree line behind the homestead. It's an open pool of fresh water we all use to wash off in. Anyone could come over there and see you." Gally's eyebrows scrunched together as if he was really concentrating on something.
I thought about that for a moment before having a brilliant idea. Before I had a chance to voice it the lunch bell tolled. Both Gally and I stuck our axes back in the tree then followed everyone else to get food.
"You could join me to wash off. That way if someone else shows up you can scare them off." I chuckled as I walked next to him.
"I'm not muddy though." He said glancing over to me.
I smirked noticing how close we were to the other gladers now but I didn't mind. I caught Gally by surprise reaching up and wiping my muddy hands down both sides of his face.
"Emi!" Gally shouted then laughed.
Most of the other boys were watching us now. Gally didn't notice and I didn't care.
"Now you need to wash off." I laughed.
"Oh really?" He asked with wide eyes.
Before I could run he grabbed me. He attempted to pick me up but I kicked out of it then ducked away. I will always be too fast for the bigger boy.
"Where you going princess?" He asked with a huge grin on his face.
"Away from the big bad wolf!" I shouted as I jogged to Frypans shack.
I quickly grabbed my food just as Gally reached me. All the gladers were watching us now.
"Too slow" I whispered towards him.
"Better luck next time!" I shouted to him as I quickly went over to sit next to Newt.
I watched him take a seat in his usual spot and he was smiling. It was a huge genuine smile. I loved the sight of it. I felt an elbow in my side bringing my attention to the blonde boy next to me who looked very confused.
"What was that?" He asked in pure disbelief.
I laughed but shook my head.
"I'll tell you later." I whispered to him.
He narrowed his eyes at me then glanced between Gally and I a few times before nodding and going back to his food.
Once lunch was over and both mine and Gally's trays were given back to Fry he attempted to take me by surprise and charge at me. I took off back down the Glade towards the tree our axes were stuck in. I heard Gally's heavy footsteps right on my tail. I ran into the trees zig zagging around as many of them as I could. I only stopped once I reached my axe.
"You're faster than I thought." Gally panted bending over and resting his hands on his knees.
I laughed pulling my axe out of the tree. After Gally caught his breath he did the same. We didn't spend a lot more time on the tree. Only a few more pieces were needed. We gathered what we had chopped and each took our own ax and met up with the other builders. Gally explained we were adding on to the sleep quarters where the boys slept in hammocks. I had a sudden guilty feeling at the thought that I had my own private bedroom.
I worked along side Gally so he could make sure I knew what I was doing. I rolled my eyes more times than I can count at him. It wasn't complicated. After he explained it the first time I knew what I was doing but he had to make sure. I had a small suspicion he just wanted to stay close to me without drawing a lot of attention.
When the bell tolled for dinner we moved all our tools and supplies out of the way before heading to get our food.
"Want to meet me after dinner to wash up?" I asked Gally as we walked together.
"I guess so since I actually need to wash off now. Thank you for that by the way." He smiled down at me.
"Anytime" I chuckled and patted his arm.
I met Newt at the table promising him I'd explain as soon as dinner was over. I didn't want anyone else at the table or close by to over hear us. We both ate quickly then took a walk down the Glade out of ear shot from everyone else.
"Okay now spill" Newt said eagerly.
"When we were suppose to be getting mud we ended up kissing. A lot." I smiled as I thought about it.
"What?" Newt questioned loudly.
"You and Gally?" He asked for what sounded like clarification.
I nodded biting my lip. Just talking about it had my insides swirling all over again.
"Was it like the kiss with Minho?" He asked stopping and turning to look at me.
"No, not even close. I didn't want him to stop. I felt weird and giddy."
"Is that why you have mud all over you?" He asked with a smirk.
"Yea, it was on Gally's hands."
"I knew those hand prints looked too big to be yours." Newt said excitedly.
"But" I said quickly to get his attention back.
When he was looking at me I continued.
"He doesn't want to mention it. Doesn't want the other gladers to know. Not yet at least." I informed him.
"The secret is safe with me love. I promise."
I knew I could trust Newt. In the few days I've been here he'd been there at all times. He's easy to talk to. I was glad to have a friend like him.
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wolferals · 4 years
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WAKE UP CALL**
again a collaboration with my wonderful friend @bbaronpiper ❤️❤️
Both of us wrote half of the story, i hope you like it. And definitely check out her writings!🌸
arón piper imagine
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steffi/@bbaronpiper:
7:30 am. Your eyes shot open at the sound of your alarm you turned it off quickly but you still heard a low groan coming from the other side of the bed. You felt Arón stir a little but refused to open his eyes. You turn to face him and run a finger on his cheek. Savoring the few moments you have with your boyfriend. You slept last night without him. He was out partying with his friends. Again. You didn't have a problem with it at first because you swore you'll never be that type of girlfriend who controls and forbid their man on the things they want to do. Until recently, it became a habit of his.
"Morning, Baby" His voice was low and husky. ​
You smiled at him in return, scooting closer. "Slept well?"
"Si" He said while rubbing his eyes. "Partying after spending whole day on set isn't easy"
You bit the insides of your cheek to stop you from spitting the words. Arón must have noticed this since he then turned to lie on his back and exhales. Leaving your hand that was on his cheek to fall on his shoulder. "Do you have something to say Y/N?"
You leaned on your elbow trying to get him to look at you. Your hands travelled down to his chest "Don't you think you've been partying a lot lately?"
"Mmm dont think so.." he shrugged still not looking at you.
"You're barely home" you almost whispered not sure if you want to push this discussion.
"What do you mean Y/N? I'm always home" he then looked at you.
You were about to open your mouth to spill everything you've been feeling lately but then decided not to. He probably too tired for drama anyways.
"Come here" he motioned to you as he opened his arms. You complied and laid on his chest. "Te quiero." He lifted your chin up and look at you deeply. "Don't ever think otherwise. Even just for one second" stupid you, let your heart flutter at his words smiling up at him sweetly.
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You splash cold water on your face to snap you out of your thoughts. You stare at yourself in the mirror and saw your red and puffy eyes. You kept staring blinking rapidly trying to stop the tears from forming. You stood there for what felt like years before wiping your face with a clean towel. You held your breath one last time, tightly shut your eyes only to open them again, exhale and went out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom.
2:40 am and he's still not home. Why are you not surprised?
It was so obvious. Looking back now, you felt like a complete idiot blindsided by love. You should've seen it coming when he gave you that smile that didn't reach his eyes anymore, the way your lips touched and moved in sync but the desire to have you was gone.
"Bet you couldn't last a day without fucking me" you laughed as you teased him. You two just finished fucking and were now watching a movie when his hands travelled up to your thighs again.
"Is that a challenge?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Nahh, just stating facts" you then got this brilliant idea to get back at him for all those times he made you beg and tease you. You straddled him, bury your face onto his neck softly gliding your lips against his skin while your finger trace against his bare chest. You wore nothing but an oversized shirt of his. Nothing underneath so you're pretty sure he felt how wet you are right now. Normally, this would work. Arón never declined sex.
"Bebe" you whispered to his ear seductively and nibbled on it after.
"Shhh!!! Here comes the best part!" his eyebrows furrowed as he pointed on the screen.
Oh this was gonna be hard. "So, you're saying, you wouldn't touch me even if I am naked?" he shrugged, his lips formed an inverted smile with his eyes still glued to the TV. You then took your shirt off. And you swore you heard a soft "damn" coming from him. You just wanted to mess with him, tease him but the feeling of his skin touching yours turned you on as you start grinding him through his boxers moaning close to his ear.
Nada. No emotions.
You sighed in frustration so you decided to take it to another level. You then turned your back at him leaning on his chest, you open your legs wide and draped your legs on his. You smirked as you can already feel his growing bulge against your ass.
"I hate to fuck myself but since my boyfriend's ignoring me.... Oh well" you announced as your hand gripped his leg and your other hand start to play with your clit. Rubbing small circles and moaning softly at first. You can feel him shifting underneath you. you were surprised when he grabbed your waist and push you off of him and sat you on the side.
"Yo.. you're b-blocking the view,Y/N" he said uneasy. His hands gripped his thigh and bit his lower lip way too hard for you not to know he's about to give in.
You scoffed at him "Oh it's on!" you then place your left leg again on his right one and start to rub your clit faster than before making you moan so loud saying things like "Ohhh baby..." "Si, Arooonnn, si!" you're so wet it made it easier to switch from rubbing your clit into inserting two fingers inside you. your other hand then reached for his growing bulge. He refused to touch you but you definitely wouldn't refuse to touch him. You started palming him as you pleasure yourself earning a low growl from him. "Let me ride you baby"
You then suddenly felt his hand over yours, the one you had on your pussy and jerk it. "You drive me crazy"
sara/me:
He managed to push you away a little so he could finally flip you both over so he was now on top.
Smirking down at you he pulled down his pants, making his hard dick slap against his lower stomach.
„Open up."
You bit your lip and jerked your head back to give him easier access to hover over your face. Slowly he slid his dick in your welcoming mouth, making both of you moan out softly.
„Mhm just like that." he groaned and held onto the wall for support as you were sucking his tip seductively.
„Take it." he suddenly spoke and pushed his length into your mouth. It was always a little hard for you to fit all of him in your little mouth but he still made sure you were okay.
There was still a little space left so you nodded at him to tell him he could push his entire dick in your mouth.
„Dont want you to gag, u know that." he just mumbled but did as you told him and he slid his cock deeper.
„Ah fuck." he groaned and threw his head back in pleasure.
You could feel tears building up, he seemed to notice too because he pulled out completely. You swallowed and took a deep breath. „You good?" he spoke but you just replied by bringing his tip back to your lips.
„Mh good girl." he moaned out as you kitten licked his tip.
„On your stomach babygirl." he groaned after you had sucked on his tip for a bit.
He got off of you and stood up to get a condom from the drawer.
Meanwhile you lied down on your naked stomach and waited for him.
„Open your legs for papi." he growled as you felt a harsh smack on your left ass cheek. That made you moan out in pain but it also felt good. It wasnt hardcore pain, but you did know it would leave a spot.
You opened your legs and lifted your hips up a little.
„Yes good." you heard his deep voice behind you.
Arón grabbed a pillow and placed it under your hips for support. „Ready for my cock honey?" he asked.
„Yes papi." you moaned as a response before he slowly slid his hard cock into your trembling pussy. „Ah fuck you're always so tight." he whispered and grabbed your hips roughly.
Without hesitation he started slamming into you as if there was no tomorrow. With harsh thrusts he kept hitting your g-spot, making your eyes roll back and your mouth fall open.
Arón was moaning loudly as you could already feel him getting closer.
He changed his angle a little by aiming higher, laying down on your butt.
„Babe." he growled and suddenly grabbed you by your hair.
He he never done that before.
And he knew you didnt like it since your head was sensitive.
But that moment you were so turned on, you didnt even think of stopping his actions.
Arón fucked you roughly and fast while you were moaning out his name or cursed. You could hear him panting against your back.
„Im coming baby." he groaned and slammed into you with no mercy. You couldnt keep it any longer either.
Two last thrusts and he had you coming for him. Your body started shaking as your orgasm went through your body like lightening.
„Yes baby come on." he smacked your butt once again until he came as well. „Fuck yes." he almost screamed and jerked your head up on your hair.
It hurt but you were too concentrated on your own orgasm you didnt realize.
Your back was up against his chest while his cock was twitching in you, spilling his cum into the condom.
„Ah fuck." he breathed out as he calmed down from his intense orgasm.
You were pretty exhausted too and just expected him to cuddle you and finish the movie but he suddenly whispered:"On your back."
You were confused but followed his commands and lied down.
„Put your arms behind your back. No touching until I come back."
By nodding you agreed and he left the room without saying any more.
You waited patiently for him to come back and it was really hard not to touch yourself. You just came, yes, but your clit hadnt gotten any of his attention yet. And usually he ate you out before sex or at least rubbed your clit while he was fucking you.
It took him about 5 minutes to finally return to the bedroom, he was now wearing jeans, but his upper body was still exposed.
„Did you touch yourself baby?"
You shook your head truthfully and spoke:"No I didnt."
-„Promise?" he asked and stood in front of the bed looking at you.
„I promise daddy."
He nodded and finally climbed inbetween your legs.
„Good girl."
He spread your legs carefully before finally attaching his lips to your thighs, placing soft kisses everywhere.
This boy could really fuck you rough and tell you you're his baby a second later.
Your hands were still behind your back, just as he had told you to, while his tongue was tracing circles on your thighs and lower stomach.
„Arón." you moaned out, seeking pleasure.
He loved being called daddy or papi, but hearing you say his name was his biggest turn on. He loved your voice, and when it said his given name he got reminded how much he loves you really.
„You sure you deserve this for being such a bitch to me before?" he played.
„Arón please." you exclaimed and looked down at him.
He was just laying there, looking up at you, no part of his body touching yours anymore.
„You know what. Nah. Maybe tomorrow."
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smileyoongle · 5 years
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The Only Truth (Mafia! Jeon Jungkook)
Requested by @junglekookbook I'm pretty sure this is one of my best works. I have never concentrated so much on an imagine before. So Let's Get It?!
Summary: You thought your life was perfect with your prince charming by your side. But what do you do when you realize that the person you thought you loved, has too many skeletons in his closet?
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You rubbed your hands together to keep them warm, hissing as the cold wind fanned your face. The overcoat on your body wasn't enough to keep you warm. The weather report had predicted snowfall by the night. And even though you knew about it, you didn't take any precautions.
You continued to walk faster, motivating yourself by thinking about how warm your bed must be. It was already dark and there were barely any people on the streets. The streetlamps were flickering, making shivers run down your body. If this was a movie, then you'd probably be hearing footsteps behind you by now.
You could see your house in the distance, sighing in relief as you walked right past a dark alleyway. And that's when your feet stopped.
You could hear someone's groans, as if they were in pain. You turned your head to glance at the dark path, trying to come up with a decision. There were two options. Either you could play hero and check what was going on. Or you could go home and have a nice hot bath followed by a cup of hot chocolate.
As tempting the latter sounded, your morals wouldn't allow you to do that. You were a doctor after all. Taking in a deep breath, you courageously walked into the alley, praying under your breath for your safety. You reached the dead end, your eyes searching for the source of those noises you had heard.
And that's when you saw him.
Leaning against the wall with bruises and cuts littering his face. Your throat felt constricted when you saw the blood seeping through his white shirt underneath his jacket. His eyes were closed and all he could do was groan in pain.
You quickly rushed to kneel beside him, carefully shaking his shoulders to keep him conscious.
"Hey Mr. I need you to keep your eyes open, do you hear me? Stay with me until I get you some help, okay?" You said gently, your heart pounding in your chest. He seemed to be able to hear you for his eyes opened a little.
"Don't need....your help." His voice was a whisper but you heard what he said. In that moment, you wanted to scoff. Even when he was dying, he didn't need your help? Sounds like a bunch of bullshit.
With a shake of your head, you placed his arm across your shoulder, lifting him up with all your strength. He was way heavier than he looked. Thankfully, your house wasn't very far, you just needed him to stay conscious and carry some of his weight for you.
You were panting by the time you reached your house, your hands fumbling with the lock as the stranger leaned onto your small figure. You could feel his shallow breath on your neck while you unlocked the door and pushed it open. And as if on cue, he fell down on the floor, completely unconscious.
"Shit." You cursed and ran inside, lifting him by his shoulders, just enough to drag him to the couch. It was gonna be a long night.
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Your head hung low as you stared blankly at the floor of the grimy basement where you were being held captive. Dried tears stained your cheeks along with blood from the little cuts across your face. The pain in your thigh had subsided. Or maybe you just didn't care anymore. The scalpel which was dug deep into your thigh was glinting in the little light which came from the small bulb on the ceiling.
"Oh, looks like your dear boyfriend kept you in the dark all this time."
"He is a gangster. A gangster who I thought I killed about four months ago."
"Still willing to die for him, doll?"
Your kidnapper's voice kept replaying in your head. Your heart felt heavy and....broken.
The man you were so in love with, lied to you. He lied to you about who he was. He lied to you about everything.
That night in the alley. He hadn't been robbed. He had been beaten up by a mafia gang.
The nights when he didn't come home, he wasn't working. He was killing people and fixing deals.
The times when he came home with bruises on his face, he didn't walk into a pole. He was out on shootouts.
Your heartbeat fastened on hearing gunshots outside the room, knowing very well that he was here. The door to the basement opened and someone walked in with staggered footsteps. You didn't react when your hair was harshly pulled back and a metal was placed against the side of your head. More footsteps entered the room but you didn't look up, your eyes finding the floor very interesting. A sob threatened to escape your lips but you pursed your lips. You were afraid to look at him. Afraid that you'd forget and fall back into the web of lies that he had spun for you.
"Let her go and I won't kill you."
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You sat in your cabin, looking through the files of some patients. Your clinic had already closed but you were staying back. Mainly because you didn't want to go home yet. It was Saturday night and everyone was out partying. Too bad you didn't have any friends.
A knock on the door made you look up as you replied with a 'come in'. It was the new receptionist.
"Miss Y/L/N, there's someone here to see you. I told him you weren't seeing any patients now but he said he's your friend."
You frowned and tilted your head. Friend?
You nodded and told her to let him in. She left and a minute later, the door opened again as he stepped in.
Your breath hitched as he walked towards you with a small bouquet in his hands. The last time you saw him, he had disappeared without a word and you never heard from him again. It had been a month since that incident. You would be lying if you said you weren't hurt. You had treated him for three days at your house, only for him to disappear on you. You hadn't even gotten a chance to find out his name. So much for helping a stranger...
"You look a lot different than I last saw you." You stated, watching him as he shifted his weight from one leg to another. There were no more cuts on his face, not even scars. They were all gone. He curtly nodded and looked at you.
"I wanted to thank you for that. I owe you."
His voice was gentle but his expression was blank. At one point, it looked like he had no idea what he was doing. You smiled and glanced at the bouquet of orchids in his hand.
"Those for me?" You asked, nudging your chin towards the flowers in his hand. His eyes shot up to your face before glancing at the bouquet.
"Oh yeah." He handed it to you as you smiled and took in the scent. Orchids were your favourite. What a coincidence that he decided to get these for you. You didn't notice how his eyes were trained on your face, a soft smile spreading on his own as a result.
"And I also needed to apologize for... leaving without saying anything. So, I was wondering if you'd join me for dinner?" You looked at him to find him scratching the back of his neck. You bit your lip and glanced at the files. It's not like this was important anyway. Also, this man was extremely handsome and you knew you'd regret it if you didn't go. One dinner wouldn't hurt.
"I'd like that." You smiled, standing up and packing your things.
"My name's Y/N, by the way. I don't think you remember since you were pretty much out of it." You stated, taking your purse from under the desk as you recalled how he was barely awake when you had kept him at your house.
"I remember....how can I forget?" You failed to hear the last part as you turned off the computer on your desk and got ready to leave.
"And what do I call you?"
"Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook."
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You flinched a little on hearing another gunshot followed by a heavy thud from behind you. Your kidnapper was dead. You could tell.
You closed your eyes and continued to keep your head down, a low whimper escaping your lips. Your head was spinning and you couldn't breathe anymore.
You felt a hand on your thigh and you sharply inhaled on feeling the scalpel move.
"This'll hurt a little."
You heard his voice and rage filled you. You didn't want him near you. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, indicating that your breathing was becoming very erratic. Suddenly, the scalpel was pulled out followed by pressure being applied to your wound. You could feel the tightness of whatever was being wrapped around your thigh, the pain making it harder for you to stay awake.
You slowly opened your eyes, seeing him taking off the ropes from around you. You leaned back on the chair, feeling your eyes getting heavier.
"No, Y/N. Stay with me, please. Don't you dare close your eyes. Do you hear me?" Jungkook said, cupping your cheeks. You mumbled something as your body fell limp. Jungkook placed his ear next to your mouth to hear what you were trying to say.
"Liar..."
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You sat beside Jungkook on the sand, watching in content as the waves crashed against the shore. The sun was setting, colouring the sky in beautiful colours. The single orchid in your hand swayed with the wind, your hair getting tangled behind you.
A sudden tap on your shoulder made you turn your head, your lips forming into a smile on seeing a little girl standing in front of you with a shy smile.
"Hi there, darling! How can I help you?" You asked sweetly. Jungkook sat quietly and watched the whole exchange, wondering how you were so nice to everyone.
"I just wanted to tell you that you're really pretty..."
You chuckled and leaned forward, holding her small hands in yours. "Maybe I am. But certainly not as pretty as you." You said, handing the orchid to her. She grinned and mumbled a thank you before gently kissing your cheek and running away.
You laughed and turned back to find Jungkook staring at you with a fond smile.
"What?" You asked, tucking your hair behind your ear. Jungkook lightly shook his head and sat up straighter, focusing all his attention on you.
"You really are pretty..."
You blushed as your heart did a little flip, biting your lip in nervousness on seeing Jungkook lean closer to you.
It had been a couple of weeks since you started going out with Jungkook. He never said anything about dates, avoiding all your questions by saying,
'I like your company.'
But you couldn't deny the fact that you had grown to like him. Though you still didn't know a lot about him, you liked him. Because he made you feel like you were special.
He glanced at your lips, moving closer until your nose brushed against his. He gently placed a hand on your cheek as you closed your eyes, his lips pressing against yours.
It was gentle. As gentle as a feather. His lips were soft and you felt like you were on cloud nine. His hand moved to the back of your neck, pushing you closer against him. Hesitantly, you tangled your fingers in his hair on feeling him deepening the kiss. It was so passionate that you couldn't help but feel light headed.
You both pulled away, gasping for air, your forehead leaning against his.
"What are you doing to me, Y/N Y/L/N?"
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You opened your eyes, wincing on feeling the throbbing in your head. With a lot of struggle, you placed a hand on your forehead, feeling the smooth surface of a bandaid beneath your fingers. You frowned slightly and let your mind wander to your last memory before you blacked out. Everything came crashing down on you like a brick wall. The lies. The kidnapping. The torture. Jeon Jungkook.
Immediately tears filled your eyes and you sat up, finding it difficult to breath.
Your heart hurt, it felt like someone was trying to rip it out of your chest. The only man who you had come to love, lied to you. He made a fool out of your feelings. He fed you lies upon lies until someone else spilled out his secrets.
Too busy dealing with your emotions, you didn't notice the bedroom door opening.
Jungkook entered the room in which you lay unconscious, sighing in relief on seeing that you were now awake. He wanted to run to you and hide you in his arms. He wanted to kiss you and ask you if you were okay. He wanted to tell you how grateful he was that you were alive.
But he couldn't.
Not after seeing the tears running down your face. Not after seeing the way your eyes widened when you spotted him.
You pushed yourself against the headboard, ignoring the bouts of pain that covered every inch of your body. Jungkook's heart broke on seeing you like that. He knew that you were aware of the truth. He knew that there was probably no chance of you forgiving him. But he had to try. He had to try because it was you. It was always gonna be you.
With cautious steps, he approached you, placing his hands up as if to surrender.
"I'm not here to hurt you, my love."
You furiously shook your head and pulled the thin blanket, clenching the soft material in your hands. Your lips quivered as you tried to say something.
"I-I don't wanna talk to y-you." You stammered, looking at him with all the hatred you could gather. Jungkook wanted to shoot himself on the spot. He knew he shouldn't have hid anything from you.
"Y/N, I had to do it. Please just let me explain." He begged, his eyes displaying all the sorrow that his heart was drowning in. You shook your head again, clearly showing him that he couldn't change your mind.
"You lied to me. You're a liar. This whole relationship was a lie. You never loved me. You never cared. I don't know why you did this but I don't think I wanna know anymore. Just leave me alone."
Jungkook's knees gave out and he fell to the ground, clasping his hands in front of him as if to pray. He was begging you. On his knees.
"That's not true. Just tell me this, would you have loved me back if I told you what I did? Would you have even let me take you out if I told you who I really was?" He asked, trying hard not to cry. But he couldn't hold it in. He was so close to losing the love of his life. He probably already lost you.
"Maybe I would have! Maybe I wouldn't. That gives you no right to lie to me. You played me, Jungkook. You fucking played with my feelings. I fell for a man who doesn't exist. What should I do with this revelation?!" You spat, pointing your finger at him. In that moment, Jungkook couldn't tell if he still had any hope left or not. He wasn't sure what would make you stay. He wasn't sure if that was even an option for you anymore. He knew he did wrong. But that was the only way to make you love a monster like him.
"I didn't play you, Y/N. I hid the truth from you. Please, I just need one chance to prove how much I care. I'll leave all this. We can go somewhere far away from here and start afresh. Just, please, don't leave me." Jungkook cried, hanging his head low in shame.
You were surprised to see him crying. He had never ever cried in front of you. And the sight broke you. You wanted to forgive him. You really did. Because you loved him a lot. He was a big part of your life now and you didn't want to let go.
"Tell me one thing that was true. Give me one good reason to stay." You said, your voice holding a certain level of coldness to it. You were slipping away from him and Jungkook could feel it.
He fell silent for a minute, processing his next words very carefully. He couldn't lose you. Not now. Not ever.
You smiled bitterly, nodding to yourself. This was it then. Everything was-
"I love you. And I always meant it."
Jungkook looked at you with hopeful eyes, watching your gaze soften. You melted. You knew you did. You were a goner for him. You were so in love with him that you would have hated yourself for not forgiving him. What had he done to you?
"I just need you to be happy. Whether it's with me or away from me. Although I'd like it if it's with me..."
You sniffled, looking at the floor. Wiping away a tear that trailed down your cheek, you cleared your throat and locked eyes with him.
"If something ever happens to-"
"I'll never let anyone hurt you again. I promise."
You smiled softly, shaking your head at how determined he sounded.
"I was gonna say if something ever happened to you, I'm not sure I'll be okay with losing you like that."
Jungkook's breath hitched, his feet pushing him to stand up. He took one long step towards you, caressing your cheek with his rough fingers before kissing you. Even after doing this for three months, you hadn't gotten used to it. His kisses always felt new and they took your breath away.
"You're my home. I'll always come back to you."
You smiled against his lips, his words making you feel warm and fuzzy.
It was true. You were his home and he was yours. No matter how many times you doubted your love, the feeling of being home would always overcome it. Cause that's what you do. You always come back home.
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