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bluehourbucky · 2 years

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bucky x acereader

summary: bucky gets uncomfortable when guys ask about his and yours sex life

a/n: for my sex neutral aces ♡ p.s I'm in no way an expert on asexuality but here are some of the resources where you can find info on aceness asexuality.org what is asexuality.com thetrevorproject.org/trvr_support_center/asexual

warnings: talks of sex;alcohol; angst;

btw theres probably some typing mistakes sorry about that it's almost 1am oh and also sorry this is long idk how to add read more 😅

hope you enjoy let me know what you think please :)

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Bucky's and yours relationship was perfect, at least as perfect as it could be; obviously you have minor fights but that's it.

For Bucky it was very hard to get into a relationship after everything that happened to him. He didn't think he was deserving of love, and especially because he had a hard time letting people get close to him he never expected to fall in love.

It wasn't easy for you either; Being an ace person in a world of allosexual people was alienating not only that but also being a sex neutral fell hard on you. Since you were a teen when all teens thought about was sex and relationships you felt completely lost, thinking something was wrong which was obviously not true but at the time you felt it was.

What surprised you the most was Buckys reaction to your "coming out" as sex neutral ace. He was more understanding than people from the 21st century! Of course he was a bit confused what it was but he never judged you so you were thankful for that.

That was over a year ago.

However there's one slight "issue" both you and Bucky had come across on. People are generally curious about other people's sex life which is quite annoying especially because you don't like talking about it, neither does Bucky. Truth be told you don't have sex often which is fine for both of you, but you prefer to not to talk about it at all to other people.

Today is a Friday night and usually Bucky, Steve, Sam and occasionally Thor hang out at someone's house, today it was Buckys and yours place. Usually you would be out with your friends but tonight you stayed as you weren't really in the mood to go out.

Now you're sitting in a circle, beer in everyone's hand, playing monopoly for what seemed ages, but everyone's so competitive so you don't expect anyone to give up soon. Everyone has gotten a bit tipsy even Bucky and Steve since Thor did bring some Asgradian mead.

As you were getting tired and quite honestly a bit dizzy from the alcohol you drank you decided to let the boys finish up with the game ,or just cheat til one of them wins which is what usually happens.

"Alright! I'm going to bed! Do not break anything and if you start fighting please take it outside there's still a hole in the wall from last time!" you said kissing Buckys cheek. Bucky being Bucky obviously had to pull you in for a longer kiss before letting you go.

Everyone in the group reacted differently since you weren't big on PD. Steve gasped, Sam whistled and well Thor stole Buckys money. You rolled your eyes and went to get ready for bed leaving the boys alone.

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"Sooo I been curious for a while... How is the sex like you never talk about it! This is the first time I ever saw you two kiss!" Sam's question immediately made Bucky stiff. Unfortunately you also heard the question and froze, you didn't like talking about it.

Bucky was the only person apart from your close friends to know about you being ace and all, and you told Bucky you weren't comfortable sharing that with everyone. He understood that and kept his promise not to tell anyone. But until now he was never asked this question before so he had no idea what to say.

"Sam that's a really inappropriate question." Steve said and Bucky exaled until his dumb ass friend continued.

"But seriously you never talk about it do you not have sex like you've never been shy about it what's up with that?"

Bucky being tipsy and scared out of his mind replied with " Yes, sex. We have a lot of it like all the time! Like you think I would've stayed with her if we didn't have sex like that's fucked up! such hot sex like you can't even imagine. " As soon as those words left Buckys mouth, his face paled at the realisation of what he had said.

"Damn. Okay you don't have to get so defensive about it!" Sam and Steve said in unison.

You however couldn't belive what you had heard.A tear rolled down your face as you quietly went up the stairs to the bedroom.

Bucky wasn't having fun anymore the guilt of what he had said was eating him alive so the obvious thing to do was to drink more.

You were having a hard time falling asleep and after hours of tossing and turning Bucky had finally showed up. He was drunk you could tell. You decided you would rather sleep in the guestroom after Bucky had laid down next to you.

Falling asleep alone in bed was weird but what Bucky said hurt you, it wasn't something you ever expected to hear from him. You thought you were fine you talked about it hundreds of times since you were always insecure about it,and he always assured you it was fine. Previous partners have broken up with you because of your indifference to sex.

You decided you were going to break up with Bucky so he doesn't have to suffer anymore as much as it hurt you maybe it was better.

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Morning has come and you have not slept for a moment the whole night. As you heard familiar footsteps coming from the hallway you quickly laid your head on the pillow, closing your eyes pretending to sleep.

Bucky was feeling awful, the hangover was nothing compared to how bad he felt about saying the thing last night to the guys. He loved you and he genuinely doesnt mind the "lack" of sex. He is perfectly content with how your relationship is, he wouldn't change it for anything. The second Bucky woke up alone he just knew you must have overheard the conversation otherwise you would be in bed with him.

Doing the walk of shame he sheepishly opened the door to the guest room where he knew you'd be.

"Hey love." he whispered knowing that you were awake but also hurt.

He was met with silence so he approached the bed quietly, and slowly sat on the edge of the bed. Bucky gently uncovered your face that was covered with a duvet, then with a feather light touch moved the hair out of your face.

"Morning my darling I want to talk to you can I please?"

"Yeah I think we should talk." you replied softly sitting up finally looking into your favorite eyes.

"I'm sorry. I know you heard what I said last night and I didn't mean it, I just didn't know what to say and I'm sorry. I know it's not an excuse." Bucky sighed sadly, not knowing what to say. His apology was sincere and you knew that but there's still something bothering you.

"I know Buck. I'm just. I want you to have everything. I don't know if I can give you everything. I don't want you to pretend to be okay with having sex once a month or I don't know wait for me to want sex or just always be in a situation where you have to hold yourself and your needs back just because I'm not normal." it hurt you to say this but you had to say it

Bucky had to take a moment to let your words sink in before replying.

"Doll. I love you. I don't care about how much sex we have. There's never going to be anyone who compares to you. You're IT for me, you and no one else. Not only are you enough you're more than I deserve. I'd rather never have sex till the rest of my life than lose you. I'm never holding back or anything like that and I don't want you ever thinking how you're not normal okay,being who you are is valid and not weird.All I want is you if you'll have me."

Buckys words hit you more than you expected it's exactly what you needed to hear. You couldn't help but pull him into a hug which he returned immediately.

"Thank you for saying that I needed it. And I'll have you always, all of you. I love you too."

Bucky smiled and whispered another love you.

"We're okay?" you asked.

"Of course my love." Bucky assured you.

"Great now let's go to sleep I haven't been able to close my eyes all night!! I need you to hold me I can't sleep without you anymore which is completely your fault!" And who was Bucky to say no to holding you when it's his absolute favorite activity.

~Fin~

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Beyond the Blood Tie - Chapter Twenty.

Huge thanks as ever to my diligent reviewers! Are things about to get a little hotter in here? In Edie’s own words... maybe... ;)

Previous Chapters - One Two, Part One Part Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen

Words - 6,038

Tag list - In the comments. Please DM to be added/removed

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

Angel's POV

"What the devil has caused you to be looking so thoroughly pleased with yourself?" Charles asks when I walk into his sitting room after returning home and finding he’s the only one here. I laugh quietly in reply before sitting down opposite to him on one of his large, oxblood leather couches. He then sniffs the air and smiles at me knowingly. "Ahh, don't bother replying to that. I know why, you old dog!" he adds, chuckling with mirth. Yeah, he can smell Edie all over me.

"I've said it before and I'll say it again. There's nothing more arousing to our kind than hot pussy," I confess with a grin, making him positively guffaw.

He composes himself, shaking his head. "Indeed not, my boy. You enjoy, well, except for the silver burns. That must be awful to endure.”

"Oh no, I didn't actually have sex with her. Well, my mouth did. She's making me wait though for anything else," I inform him, watching him look pleasantly surprised.

He turns to me, pointing. "Now I do like to hear that, that she isn’t the type to invite you between her legs at the drop of a hat. Too many women conduct themselves like that in this day and age, and while of course they are entirely free to without persecution, there’s something to be said about one who differs to such social norms.”

"Absolutely, now if you will excuse me, I'm going to feed the wolves and then head to bed. See you in the evening." He nods, bidding me goodnight.

While throwing down two large steaks for the wolves in the kitchen, I feel something run through me that makes me smile a little sadly. My querida is missing me, I can feel it clearly through her emotions. I miss you too, my precious baby. I miss you, too. I'd have just enough time to get back to her place before the dawn if I left now, but I won't. It'll do us good to miss each other for longer than ten minutes. Absence making the heart grow wonder and all that crap, I guess. As it turns out, though, after calling her at 1am the next morning as I said I would, I get to see her sooner than I expected.

"I got to leave early because there were no more detainees waiting, and my last one has just been released, so there was no point in hanging around. I went shopping instead, got me something suitably sexy to wear for Halloween," she explains. Because of us vampires, you'll find that a lot of stores are open twenty-four hours a day to cater to demand, the demand being that vampire customers obviously cannot shop during the day.

"Then I demand you come and show me this purchase right away. I'm just about to do a tattoo for a walk-in client who turned up as I was finishing my last customer of the evening, so I'll be here for another hour anyway. Come down," I offer, with her agreeing, telling me she'll be there in about half an hour.

"I saw Sasha's outfit last night, oh man, I had to take her to bed for a few hours after that. Jesus!" Eric exclaims after obviously overhearing, followed by a long approving whistle at the memory of Sasha in whatever it is she was wearing.

"Who's she going as?" I ask, continuing to work on the skull I'm adding to a blank spot in the sleeve of my walk-in guy.

"Poison Ivy, and all her outfit consists of is a green thong and a hell of a lot of strategically draped ivy," he grins.

“Yeah, bro. I’d be the same with my girl in that, too!” his client chimes, in, Eric laughing.

"Edie's coming down here to show me what she got in a little while, so if I don't leave my office right away, you'll know why," I grin, he and his client laughing loudly.

"I hear that," he enthuses, stopping his tattoo and wheeling himself backwards on his chair to tear off some more paper towels. We get back to work after that, but when someone I suspect and then feel is Edie arrives about twenty-five minutes later, my client starts the conversation up again.

"Holy shit, you should see the sexy piece of ass that just walked into your shop. Damn, I'd like to see her from behind," he announces, while I stop tattooing for a moment to swallow back the pissed off feeling that just rose up.

"That's my girlfriend, man.” He winces immediately. “Hi, baby girl. Come here and kiss me.” I then call to her.

"Shit! Dude I am so fucking sorry, I didn't know! Damn!" he exclaims with discomfort, while I just laugh it off.

"No problem, I know she's hot," I reply casually, but still, I make him pay for his comment by stopping tattooing again when Edie arrives by my side, making him watch me turn to give her the kind of kiss he probably wants to as well. Not exactly professional, but I'll make it clear she's mine all the same.

"Wow, I like that. I'll go and wait on the couches until you finish, I bought a new book to read and I'm dying to start it," she tells me, her hand stroking the back of my neck as I continue to work.

Mmmm, nails on the back of the neck. Fuck. Dick twitch time. "Okay, I won't be long though, so go wait in my office for me. Door is open." I offer a smile and a wink before going back to finishing the tattoo, trying to calm down. It doesn’t help that she’s changed from her usual working attire into one of those kinds of short dresses that hang off one shoulder, revealing part of her purple lace bra. Fucking vampire dick tease. Once I'm done and the guy has paid me, I head straight to my office, hoping Edie has her outfit on when I get there. I immediately ask her why she hasn't when I enter.

"Because it isn't Halloween yet, that's why," she chirps sweetly, before pulling a very short, thin strapped black dress from the bag, followed by a big shiny knife (a prop one opposed to real) and lastly, a short black wig. I know who she's dressing as instantly.

"Akiko Endo. I like, I like very, very much," I virtually growl, referencing the female lead in the Japanese movie Shadow Hunter, a very gory but legendary piece of cinematography that I happen to be a big fan of. Edie didn't even know that. Akiko Endo was the main character, who hunted down each person who had a hand in the death of her lover and stabbed them in the chest before ripping their heart out (as hers had metaphorically been ripped out when he died) and so had a permanently bloodied hand. It was made about eight years ago now, of course over in Japan since this country doesn't have a movie industry at the moment.

"Even though I'm not a hot Japanese girl with big tits, I reckon I can pull it off," she tells me, putting the items back in the bag and setting it down on the floor before wrapping her arms around my neck, giving me the kisses I’ve been missing. I can hardly believe how massively happy she makes me, and I've only been with her for forty-eight hours, in relationship terms, that is.

"You're hotter than Janie Chikanatsu," I tell her, referencing the Japanese-American actress who played her. It's true, she is. "I think you should come out with us, or at least meet us at some point on Thursday." I then add referencing Halloween itself.

"Well, Sasha said something about wanting to go to the same place Eric is going, but it's just trying to coax Miley, and we can't go without her. I'm up for it since I have the night off, and Ahmed and his girl Brooke will probably come too, if that's alright?" I guess I should make an effort to get to know her friends. I don’t really want to, I’m not hugely human social, but it’d mean a lot to her.

"Fine, totally fine, but why does Miley need convincing? She's the one with the dark blonde hair and the massive blue eyes, isn't she? Looks permanently startled?" I ask, as we move to sit down.

"Yes, that's her. She's a little scared of vampires, so being in a vampire bar with lots of them in it will make her feel nervous. She's okay with the occasional one or two around, but in large numbers she gets freaked out." That’s entirely understandable. To this day, I still have some people scream at me when they recognise what I am.

"Work on her then, because I'd like to spend the whole night with you if I can.” She smiles brightly at that, nodding.

"I’m sure I can persuade her.” Leaning close, she tickles my lips with her tongue, kissing me a moment after. Fuck, she’s just too sexy. And cute. And... I could use all the favourable adjectives, but I’ll be here forever.

Once we’re done enjoying that moment on the sofa, we leave the shop, walking up to the crossroads to hail a cab. I’d carry her, but she can’t hold onto me and all of her shopping bags at the same time. My girl had a serious spending spree this evening. As we’re walking past the big empty space that used to be a gas station, I notice that she holds onto my hand a little tighter as we pass by, her heart quickening. That's no surprise. We get a cab and arrive back at hers half an hour later, where the only place she wants to go is to bed.

"If you want to stay, my curtains don't let in any light. I have to have it pitch black in here to sleep during the day," she informs me, drawing them completely closed as we enter the bedroom.

"Okay, I need no further persuasion than that," I say, my eyes upon her intently as she begins to undress. "But still, she gives it to me."

"I'm just going for a shower, get in and I'll see you in a minute."

“Yes, boss,” I tease.

“And stop being sassy!”

I immediately snort with laughter. “Erm, have you met me?”

“Angel!” she chides, the bathroom door closing behind her, while I strip off and get under the covers. Her bed isn’t nearly as large as mine, but I like it, it’s comfy. It smells of her too, which I enjoy even more. I had to have that little bit of verbal play with her just now, because believe me, it took a lot not to follow her into the shower.

If I see her naked and wet right now, I'll only want her all the more, and since I'm being made to wait, I'd rather not put myself through that kind of torture. Naturally, I really liked going down on her yesterday, though. I can live with that, and I'll do it as much as she wants me to until she lets another part of my anatomy inside her. When she returns, though, she's asleep with her head on my chest just moments after resting it there.

She told me she was exhausted from work in the cab on the way back here, and with a few hours before dawn, I decide to slip back out of bed and leave her sleeping, heading into her lounge. Sitting down on the couch I take the book she bought from the paper bag left on the couch along with her Halloween outfit and other bits and pieces (candles, makeup, shoes, general girly stuff) deciding to read it. It's a biography on Martin Luther King, someone I confess not to know an awful lot about. A book of this size would usually take me about twenty minutes to read at the rate I can take in words at, but I decide to read much slower, so it takes more time. If I read it tonight entirely it means that once Edie is finished, I can talk to her about it. I like listening to her views on the same subject matter.

As it turns out, I enjoy reading about the former champion of the civil rights movement so much that even with forcing myself to read slower, I've still finished the five-hundred-page book in under an hour. Going to her bookshelf, I choose another, this one by the physicist, Stephen Hawking. I have to laugh as I turn the pages, seeing Edie’s notes in the margins, little scribbles that say things like ‘what?’ or ‘come back to this with thesaurus for reference’ and, what makes me shake my head a little sadly, ‘I’m not smart enough for this book’ scrawled there, too. She’s so cute, and she’s much smarter than she gives herself credit for, or than I once did. Yeah, it still stings me, how much of a prick I was to her. I’m a fucking horrible vampire when agitated, though.

After learning all about theoretical cosmology, making a note to discuss it with Charles, since he’s really into sciences and the like, and now with only about twenty minutes until dawn, I head back to Edie, resting beside her, stroking her hair as she sleeps on, until the sunrise pulls me into rest. That rest isn’t peaceful, though, realising my mind is conjuring a dream as I see myself no longer within Edie’s home.

I walk a long hallway, lit with candles either side hanging from cobweb covered fixtures, paintings of women hanging between them all along the walls. I seem to vaguely recognise them, until it hits me. They’re the faces of every single girl I killed after attempting to have sex with them. Fuck my brain, really. There’s a door at the end of the hallway, one which I enter, finding it bare except for a large bed, Edie lying atop it, looking to be asleep. When I reach her, she turns over and sits up, grabbing me by my jeans and pulling me down on top of her as we begin to kiss.

"I want you, right now. Please, Angel. Please fuck me," she demands, breathlessly while pulling at my shirt, ripping it open rather than undoing the buttons as I slide the straps of the red dress she's wearing down her shoulders, kissing them and then moving my mouth to lick and bite her nipples as they’re exposed to me. Even though this is just a dream, my unconscious self is flooded by a desire so primal, I feel like I can barely contain it, licking, kissing and biting every last inch of her body as it writhes against mine. Her nails claw at my back and her moans fill my ears, legs locking around my waist, pressing herself against my cock. Fuck. And this is just a dream.

"I want you, too. But you know that already.” watching her smile in a criminally sultry way as she runs her hands down my chest, reaching my jeans, her nails grazing over where my cock presses hard for release, my body is quivering with anticipation. Even in my dreams, my want for Edie is almost more than I can contain.

"I know, something this hard is impossible to miss." Again, with that smile, turning me onto my back and sitting astride me, raking her nails down my chest slowly, bending to kiss me just once before her mouth descends, pulling off the rest of my clothes and then encasing my cock in the wet warmth of her mouth. Closing my eyes with a deep groan, I wish with everything within me that this was real. I need her, I want her, and even though I respect her massively for it, I hate the fact she's making me wait. Her dream self doesn't, though, only attending to me with her mouth briefly before moving to sink down onto me, throwing her head back and moaning loudly as I hold her hips and we begin to move against each other in a quick rhythm, our mutual groans of gratification filling the room.

I grab her arms and pull her down to my level, sucking her nipples as my hands glide all over her body before my mouth finds hers and we kiss passionately, those tingles of orgasm building up within me quickly, so quickly that I don't even know it's going to hit me until it does, and then the dream quickly turns into something not so pleasant. Just like in my awake, real-life attempts at having sex with a human, I have no memory of actually biting into her neck and draining her of her blood, everything going misty and foggy in my brain until it all clears, and I see Edie lying dead in the middle of the bed.

“No. Fuck, no!” I roar, pulling her lifeless body into my arms, trying to stem where her blood pours from the wound at her neck, her beautiful eyes fixed lifelessly. “Why’d I have to fucking kill you, too?”

With a jolt, I awake, turning to see her resting soundly beside me. I didn’t even think I could be woken from dreams as a vampire, that one being the first instance of me suffering such. She moves in her sleep, and I feel soothed greatly when she throws a leg and an arm across me, grumbling a little as she rests her head back on my chest. I enjoy the feeling of her heart beating against my side and her breath fluttering across my chest until I’m pulled back into sleep. Thankfully, I dream of nothing more, which is good as either way I cannot handle having another dream like that again today. Horny as hell and freaked out is a bad combination, I can tell you.

Edie's POV

"Get your little butt over here right now and tell us everything!”

Ahh, there she is, my beautiful Sasha, consumed by excitement and thus having absolutely no regulation on her volume. The table of ladies to her right stare in an unimpressed way, my friend quick to add a little grace. “Sorry, ladies. My friend brings with her exciting news about a man!”

“Oh!” the eldest lady at the table chimes. “Well, I think we can excuse that, can’t we, girls?” Her companions all nod, before going back to their dishes, ones that look so good, my stomach rumbles right on cue. I’m starving!

Taking a seat, I have Miley dutifully pour me a coffee from the pot, sliding it neatly across the table with a smile. “So? Have you been having wild sex for the last three days? Tell us everything!”

I take a sip of my coffee, shaking my head. “No, not exactly,” I begin, placing the cup down, being careful not to spill on the immaculate white tablecloth here at St Martin’s Place, an eatery that’s a little more upscale than we usually frequent. Those eggs Benedict, though.

So, what the hell is going on with you and Angel, if not wild sexual shenanigans?" Sasha adds, her eyes expectant and wide.

Wild sexual shenanigans, oh, how I cannot wait for those. I still can’t get over what he did to me with his tongue and fingers alone. Holy shit. "We're together, as in an actual relationship. Also, I had a talk with him on Sunday and he said it'll get confusing if I don't tell you guys the truth over why we couldn't originally be together, so I'm going to quietly tell you. Needless to say, don't breathe a word," I begin, having to laugh at the faces of my friends. Miley looks permanently startled already (as Angel correctly identified) so right now her pretty blue eyes look like they threaten to take over her entire face. Sasha, however, is virtually fizzing with anticipation, chomping at the bit for further information.

“Come on! Out with it!!”

“Alright, calm down!” I begin, laughing. "He, um, he has a problem having sex with humans. He can't do it because he gets excited beyond the point of control at orgasm, and he, well. He kills. He loses all control of the moment and doesn't remember anything until he comes round from it, and sees a dead girl underneath him. He said he cared for and respected me too much for that to happen to me, so that's why we had to remain just friends. But on Saturday, after he saw me at the club and heard Katya yelling at me, he couldn't take it any longer, and he told me the pain of silvering himself so he could safely have sex with me was preferable to being without me, because he loves me and he doesn't want to be without me!" I exclaim, watching my friends faces go from quite shocked to, well...

"Oh my god!” Miley exclaims, touching a hand to her chest. “He’d do that? Oh, that’s romantic. I mean, isn’t it? It’s not just me being whacky?” I love the fact she knows how bizarre she is. It isn’t lost on her at all.

“Of course, it’s romantic!” Sasha enthuses, actually getting up and coming to give me a hug. “He’s so cute!”

"I know, don't ever call him that to his face, though!” I warn, imagining the likely response from Angel. He’d seethe. “But he is, I've only been with him for three days and already, he's made me so happy, I can't remember a time in life when I was happier.”

"I hate to rain on your parade since you're obviously so happy, aren't you worried about the whole, you know, the thing?" Miley says while making a slashing motion across her throat with a finger, coupled a little strangulated noise.

"A little bit yeah, if I'm honest I am. But he'll be chained down so he won't even be able to move, let alone do 'the thing'. I have to say, I don't like that thought, though, of hurting him so we can have sex," I confess.

"Do you love him too then?" Sasha then eagerly asks me.

"It’s weird, but not yet.” They both nod in understanding. I don’t fall hard easily, I never have. It ties in with all that shit with my mom. My heart takes a while before it knows it can drop its guard. “I told him that, though, and he was fine with it. He knows I adore him, but the L word, I’m not there yet.”

“Oh, girl. You will be when he lays that pipe.” Miley nearly chokes on her coffee, Sasha’s comment having me in hysterics. “Seriously! They do it a thousand times better than humans!”

"When are you seeing him again?" Miley then asks me excitedly.

"When I get home, I left him asleep this morning to come and see you two.” Cue more cute cooing from them. "Oh, stop!" I exclaim, hiding my face behind my hands for a moment.

"No! I don't think I've ever seen you so happy and smiley before, and it's thanks to him. I have to say I did really wonder what it could have been that prevented you two from being together, and now I know that reason, well I have to say I don't blame you both for deciding to be friends at the start. But what he's prepared to put himself through just to be with you, oh my god!" Sasha squeaks. We order our food and just when I'm thinking of changing the subject to include their lives too, they carry on firing questions at me about my new boyfriend.

"So, how long are you going to make him wait for then?" Miley asks, naughty excitement all over her face.

"A couple of weeks perhaps, unless my sex drive dictates otherwise!” Right now, it’s dictating that I go buy silver chains and dive on him as soon as I get home. He’s too sexy for his own good. “To be honest with you, I've had a little bit of a preview actually," I then reveal, watching them immediately lean forwards in their seats, curiosity etched across their faces.

"Do tell, do tell!" Sasha encourages.

"Well, things got a little heated on Sunday evening, and he said there was a way we could enjoy ourselves without having sex, so he went down on me. Oh my actual god, no words. Just... no words! It was incredible, and with some guys you're lucky if they'll make you cum once. He made me cum five damn times in about fifteen minutes, if that!" I exclaim quietly, watching Miley look shocked and Sasha just nod in understanding.

"Girl, I swear. Eric is so damn good at it I've almost pulled his dreads out at the roots! I know exactly what you mean, but how you left it at just that I'll never know! Good for you for making him wait, I can't do that. I fucked Eric after our second date and I'm not ashamed to admit it!" We share a fist bump across the table, while Miley pulls a perturbed face.

"Aren't you two scared of the teeth? I mean... that must hurt, being prickled by a fang somewhere so sensitive!" she exclaims, visibly shuddering at the thought, closing her legs together tightly, making us laugh.

"They can retract their fangs at will, although it takes them a lot of concentration to keep them retracted if they're turned on. Their fangs coming out when they're aroused is like them getting a boner. It just happens," Sasha explains for her, our friend grimacing slightly.

She looks thoughtful, before suddenly, out comes the Miley wisdom. “I guess they would be really good at sex, because when you’re dead, you probably like doing the thing that makes you feel most alive.” Sasha and I share a raised eyebrow a piece. She’s very profound, when she’s not coming out with statements that only make sense up in her beautiful little brain. I love her so much.

“Anyway, about Thursday.” I begin, before detailing the plan to change going out location to the vampire bar instead. By the time we're leaving the restaurant and heading to the salon where we all have appointments, she’s agreed to come with us, although somewhat begrudgingly, if the truth be known.

Sasha and I are having our hair done and Miley is going in for a manicure and pedicure, something I plan to do myself later on since I do a nice enough job of my nails and toenails by myself. I've finally decided to have my violet hair changed for another colour, and also treated myself by letting someone else do it for me. The colour I've chosen is pale silver, so not too different, and mostly what the violet was beginning to wash out into anyway.

“Oh, that’s so pretty!” Sasha announces once I’m done, my hair all blown out into big waves. After I’ve arrived home, as soon as Angel awakes, he has some thoughts of his own.

“Damn, you look hot. Can I take you back to bed and bury my face between your legs for a while, to show you just how hot you look?” Looking at my watch, I see I have two and a half hours before I leave for work. Eh, passes the time, doesn’t it?

I enjoy it all I can, too, since I don't intend to see him again until Thursday. I could see him every day, but I plan to have a life outside of my relationship with Angel. Sasha isn't even together with Eric in a proper sense, and yet she sees him all the time. I think that proper sense could be on its way though, since they both really like each other. Angel also tells me he was with his last girlfriend (a human too) for twenty years, until her want for children caused her to leave him. Of course, vampires are completely infertile. They fire blanks, it comes with being dead.

Come Thursday, I plan on spending my whole day relaxing after getting up at midday, refreshed from a nice, long sleep, but after searching through my underwear drawer, I realise I'm missing a crucial item to my outfit. Akiko Endo's very impractical and permanent outfit was a little black dress that hardly covered her ass with massive black stripper heels and hold up fishnet stockings. I have ones which clip onto a belt, but no hold ups. Damn, this means I have to head into town. Luckily, this is Vegas and I'll find a pair in the first underwear shop I come to. I have to say, I find her outfit choice ludicrous for a killing spree, but hey, showing off the hot girl in something sexy was half the point of the movie.

When I arrive home, I prepare myself a bowl of pasta with chicken and mushrooms (deciding on something reasonably healthy for once) before going for a long soak in the bath. Angel will be here to pick me up at 7pm, so I have four hours to kill. After bathing, a half and half between relaxing with my Martin Luther King biography and preening myself within an inch of my life, I get out and start on my makeup. Akiko wore thick top liner flicked out at the edges of her eyelids, and lots of black kohl. After applying both, I realise that I should probably do this look more often, because it really suits me. My eyes look very feline and sexy, which is only accentuated when I add a set of long, false eyelashes. Once I've added the exact shade of red lipstick she wears in the brand-new lip stain I bought (that is meant not to come off, kissing included, and I plan on doing a lot of that) my face is finished.

"Oh damn, I don't look like me!" I exclaim to my reflection after I've put the wig on. It had long bangs when I bought it, but I cut them blunt and to just above my eyebrows as per Akiko's hair in the movie, but the rest identical to hers, longer at the front and stepped up at the back. It's also real hair so it doesn't look shitty like cheap, bad wigs do. Deciding not to bother with a bra, I pull on thong and then the little black dress, then add stockings and shoes, heading into my bathroom for the messy part.

I take the fake blood I bought and tip it into a glass, and then pour it right down my arm over the sink to catch any drips. I use a piece of cloth to spread it around, and then let it drip until it stops. I head back to my bedroom and blast my arm and hand with my hairdryer until the blood dries, checking it at several points. Once done, I use a trick that the guy I bought it from recommended, finishing with hairspray, as apparently, that seals it completely. Oh, look at that. He was right.

Picking up the knife that finishes my look, I put it over by the door so I don't forget it, and then go wait for Angel to arrive. Opening my door to him ten minutes later, I grin, pulling him near for some very steamy kisses right there on the doorstep. He’s dressed simply, a dark grey vest and a pair of blue jeans with the knees missing, big boots and wallet chains ever present.

When we finally part, I have his reaction to my attire. "Fuck me, you look hot. No, hot doesn't cover it. I don't want to go out any longer.” He wraps himself around me, his hands sliding to grip my ass as he charges me backwards, his mouth buried against my neck. It leaves me somewhere between hysterical laughter at his reaction and extremely turned on. No, we're going out. Yes, we definitely are. Okay, maybe in a little while.

“Mmmm, my lipstick is definitely kiss proof. Gotta love that,” I notice, stroking his face, Angel continuing to walk me backwards. “Alright, where are we going?”

“Here will do. There’s somewhere else I gotta kiss you before we leave.” Picking me up when we arrive in the kitchen, he seats me atop the breakfast bar, yanking my dress up, pulling my thong down, and...

“Ahhhh!” He lays a long, wet lick through my folds, wrapping my clit in the suck of his lips, groaning deeply.

“Fuck, you taste so good, mamacita,” he compliments, tongue circling at me firmly, then opting for lighter pressure, before back to firm, using just enough tease to keep me teetering between sated and begging for him, until my thighs shake, Angel sticking his tongue inside me, short nails digging in at my hips and leaving pink crescents behind. “I can’t wait to fill this sweet little hole with my cock, mmm, fuck, baby.”

“Believe me, I’m not far from letting you, either.” I purr, winking at him when he looks up at me with a virtual inferno behind his dark eyes. He returns his tongue to my clit, licking me to my absolute ruin, my wails echoing through the kitchen as he drives me there hard, my pleasure crashing through me like a tornado, leaving me breathless and shaky. Because I don’t want to arrive messed up if we travel at vampire speed, we decide to take a cab, and from the second we’re inside it, we can barely leave one another alone.

“What is it, the cologne you wear? Fucking sends me crazy,” I groan, licking the side of his neck, kissing the taut column of his throat, just where the flecks of black beard hair trail to, Angel rumbling a growl, my legs pulled over his thighs, stroking them thoroughly.

“I dunno. Red bottle, smells good, that’s about as much notice as I take.” His hand invades my dress then, rubbing my still sensitive clit through my underwear, his mouth crushing against mine in kisses of blinding passion as I move to seat myself astride him. “Tonight. Let me fuck you tonight, baby.”

I swear, we’re halfway there right now!

“Hmmmm,” I hum, my nails dragging up his huge arms. “Maybe.”

“Wouldn’t think less of you if you did,” he murmurs, his mouth moving to my neck. “I really need put this...” Trailing off, he pushes his hips up beneath me, pressing his rock-hard cock right against me, “...somewhere around here.”

I lose it a little here, our kisses a furious clash of teeth and tongues, his mouth moving back to my neck, fangs shooting out as I begin to grind myself against his hardness, those needle-sharp teeth softly scratching my throat, making my skin break out in goosepimples. Receding them again, he lowers my dress, sucking on my nipples in turn as I gasp, grinding harder against him, the friction perfect. The noise he makes when he does it, oh dear god, that wasn't human. That was a growl, and it sounded so erotic that if I could, I'd fuck him right here, and right now.

"Folks, would you mind calming it down back there? There's a fella trying to drive here!" The cab driver suddenly says, laughing a little awkwardly. Angel doesn't look pleased, while I gracefully move back to his side again and try and cool down. Having your tits licked while grinding against a big, hard vampire dick takes some calming down from, though.

As soon as we’re out of the cab, we barely make it to the front doors of the bar, all entwined again, sharing kisses full of nothing short of primal need.

“Tonight,” he murmurs, hands kneading my ass. “I definitely thing you should let me fuck you tonight.”

I raise my eyebrows a little, tickling his cupid’s bow with the tip of my tongue. “Maybe.”

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Phone Call Anxiety

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: When wanting to make quality merch, one needs a quality team there to produce and work on quality ideas. Great minds think alike. Great eyes see alike and great hands make alike - the three keys to the formula of creating a clothing line that will be fashionable and up to his brand. Luckily, Corpse knows just who to call.

Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your wonderful request, I absolutely loved the idea! Sorry you’ve had to wait for it to be turned into a fic for so long, but I still hope you come across it and give it a read in which case I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

He’s not a fan of phone calls. Anyone who knows him even remotely is very well informed on Corpse’s distaste for phone calls and upholding a conversation over the phone. He’d even go as far as to say talking to a person face to face is less stressful for him than that previous option.

But still, seeing as how the person he’s trying to reach lives in a different state and is rather busy all the time, arranging an IRL meeting is basically impossible at the moment, and sending her a text results in running the risk of having the text overlooked or completely lost in the sea of notifications she probably gets on the daily.

Therefore, a phone call was his only proper way of reaching her. And it’s what’s got him pacing the room with his nervousness peaking. He doesn’t know anything about this girl, nothing concrete at least. He was referred to her by Jack who brought her up in their passing conversation when Corpse mentioned how paranoid he was regarding his upcoming merch project. He specifically stated he doesn’t want anything basic and he wants the clothes to be fashionable, suitable for anyone no matter the age or gender and to be endurable. With all the love he has for his fans, he doesn’t want to give them anything less than what they deserve - the best.

“My friend’s the person you’re looking for.“ Jack said enthusiastically and confidently, “She helped me design the latest merch line I put out and I’ve never been more satisfied with my own merch. I’m planning on offering her a position in Cloak for her birthday. Make sure not to let that one slip out if you give her a call though.“ He warned half-jokingly.

Bottom line, with that kind of intro, Corpse couldn’t help but let his interest be piqued. And so, he asked for this girl - Y/N’s contact info from Jack before he went to surf through her social media where she thankfully posted plenty of pictures of her creations, never failing to mention specifications in the caption of each picture so the viewers would get the perfect and most detailed idea of how high the standard for her work is.

And so he’s finally managed to talk himself into dialing her number that’s been sitting in his phone for weeks now. As he paces his living room, his nerves chewing him out like a dog would with a toy, listening to the ear piercing ring of the dial waiting to get picked up by the girl he’s trying to reach.

Just then, Corpse’s head turns so that his eyes meet the glowing red numbers on his digital clock on his desk and he damn near hangs up the call right away - it’s half an hour past midnight. Fast as lightning, he removes the phone from his ear, his thumb flying over to press the red ‘end call’ button. Just then, a faint ‘hello’ reaches his ears, coming from the phone’s speaker. She’s answered the call.

He hurries to put the phone back up to his ear.

“Hey, sorry for taking so long to pick up, I ought to clean my desk eventually cause my phone was literally BURIED under a pile of papers.“ A cheerful sing-song voice rattles his stale and sleep deprived consciousness, as if awakening him from a half-dream state. “You’re either a wrong number caller or a last minute client, aren’t you? Need something done urgently?“

Corpse is taken the hell aback by her strong and downright awing first impression. Not to mention her energy at an hour unsuitable for calls. Lord knows he wouldn’t have picked up if her were in her spot. With the intention of not wasting any more of her time than necessary, he hurries to explain his situation. “Y/N, right? Um no, I’m neither actually. I was told about you by a friend, he said you were a real miracle-doer with fashion design.” He trails off for a second, not completely sure of how to hold this conversation, “Uh, sorry for the odd timed call, I lost track of time. I’ve been meaning to call you for hours now but I...I was nervous.” He cringes the second the word leaves his lips, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He doesn’t know why he wants to leave her with a great, better than realistic impression of himself but he does and as of now he deems his attempts as ultimate failures.

He hears her giggle from her end, rifling through what sounds to be papers, “Yeah, I’m her. And boy is it refreshing to get someone who’s calling with an actual purpose.” She sighs as if a weight’s been lifted off her shoulders, “And don’t worry about the phone call anxiety. Makes two of us, to be honest.”

This catches him off-guard. The last thing he’d expect is for this girl to have phone call anxiety. In fact, she appears to be a natural, God-given talent at carrying conversations and upholding chit-chat with people. Maybe he’s a little too quick to judge - probably, considering he’s ‘known’ her for less than five minutes and knows nothing but her occupation, her name and the state she lives in - but that bubbly persona she greeted him with gave off the impression that it’s immune to any and all kinds of social anxiety - or anxiety in general. To hear such an honest and counter-to-assumptions confession on her part rattles him a tiny bit. In a good way though.

“How does that work for you? Isn’t your whole job depending on your phone conversational skills?“ He doesn’t mind that he didn’t phrase that too perfectly or that he straight up blurted it out. He knows he’ll be understood. She’s obviously a person who understands. Not just something specific, but everything. She simply understands. How he drew this conclusion and how accurate it is, he may not know until further notice.

“Well...“ she sighs as if genuinely looking to give him a proper answer, “You see, after doing it for so long and having been caught off guard quite a few times with some absolutely absurd orders, I’ve grown prepared of literally ANYTHING and I have a line prepared for anything the caller has to say. I just no longer let them catch me off guard and it’s fine. Helps avoid any possible awkward silences.“

Corpse’s eyebrows shoot up, her explanation only raising more questions rather than providing answers. But he’s not gonna be the annoying dumbass asking those questions at close to 1AM and bugging her. After all, if she agrees to this partnership, they’ll be hearing and potentially seeing a lot more of each other soon. “Impressive, honestly. You’re gonna need to teach me sometime.“ He’s unaware he’s smiling until he catches his reflection in the window. However, he doesn’t bother hiding it. This conversation is actually making him feel good, serving as a reminder that he’s not the only one who periodically goes through turmoil over small things.

She giggles again, this time the sound manages to draw a blush out of him, coating his cheeks, “I’d typically stray for revealing my secrets to professional success, but I’m willing to make an exception for you...” she pauses for a second as though she’s just now remembered something, “Oh shoot, I don’t even know your name.”

He wheezes out a nervous laugh, realizing he never introduced him, “Oh yeah, sorry, that’s my bad. My name’s Corpse, nice to meet ya.”

“Nice to meet you too, Corpse.“ Y/N replies, sounding pleased but teasing simultaneously, “Now tell me, you didn’t call me about my phone call secrets, did you? What may be the real purpose of your call?“

Oh shoot, he himself almost forgot what he was calling for. Luckily, the reference designs displayed on his computer screen remind him. “Right, well, I’ve been thinking of launching a new merch line either this month or the next, depending on how long the procedure will take, and I needed someone great on my team to make some merch actually worth the money people are paying for it. And, as I said, I was told you were in that ‘someone great’ category.”

“Told by who, if you don’t mind me asking?“ She briefly cuts him off, her voice now giving away the fact that she’s half-absent-minded in this conversation, added evidence be the ruffling of more papers on her end.

“Jack. I mean, Sean. You know, Jacksepticeye.“ Corpse explains, contemplating whether he should’ve ratted Jack out like that. Hearing the sound of delight Y/N lets out eases his worries ASAP though.

“Oh Gosh, I haven’t seen that cutie in so long! He’s like a brother to me so a friend of Jack’s is a friend of min-“ this time she cuts herself off so abruptly Corpse thought the line was cut or she hung up on him. She doesn’t let him wonder for long though, “Wait, wait, wait....Merch? And you’re friends with Jack?“ She pauses for a second once again, once again not a long enough second for Corpse to speak up. “You’re a famous YouTuber, aren’t you?“

He was completely unaware of the fact Y/N hadn’t realized he was someone famous yet. In fact, he didn’t think of it because he thought it wouldn’t be a big deal to her considering she’s friends with Jack-fucking-septiceye! In his mind, his ranking is far lower than Jack’s - despite that mindset being absurd - so the last thing he expected was for her to have some sort of impressed reaction to have been talking to him on the phone this whole time. Hell, she doesn’t even know his full YouTube name or what kind of content he produces.

“WAIT!“ She shouts urgently, startling him a tiny bit, “You’re Corpse Husband, aren’t you? Oh my God, yes you are, how didn’t I put it together sooner? Ah crap, I really need more coffee for this.“

“No! No, you need more sleep.“ Corpse hurries to correct her but is very clearly ignored or overlapped with the many sounds that are coming from her end, “What are you doing?“

“You’re getting the first rough sketch of a design by tomorrow morning.“ She says, taking a sip of whatever beverage she’s acquired for the purpose of keeping her awake, “You go ahead and get some sleep, I know exactly what I’m doing. Don’t worry about it.“

“I’m not worried about the design.“ He hurries to say before she, God forbid, hangs up on him, “It’s 1AM, woman, you need sleep! I don’t need those designs done by tomorrow. Hell, I don’t even need them this week!“

“You don’t, but I do.“ Y/N says, sounding almost breathless because of what seems to be overwhelming excitement, “You don’t get it - I’m designing merch for Corpse fucking Husband! You have any idea how crazy that is?“

“I personally would say it’s underwhelming. I mean, I’m no Pewdiepie, after all.“ He says, now sat at his desk with his free hand rubbing his temple as he stares at the designs he’s pulled up on his screen, ones he probably won’t need given that he’s now working with a professional.

“Oh, shut it.“ She chuckles, “Shut it and get some sleep, ok? I’ll talk to you in the morning.“

“Noooo...“ He leisurely stretches the word, “Tell me, Y/N, do you have Discord?” She clicks her tongue instantly, giving him a signal that the question he’s asked is bordering into the territory of ridiculous. He playfully rolls his eyes, “Alright then, lemme find you. If we’re partnering up on this, we’re both staying up.”

“You know you can just straight up tell me you don’t fully trust me with this? Like, I won’t be offended, I get it.“ She murmurs in-thought, the sound of clicking evident on her end.

“You know you can just straight up tell me you don’t want me bothering you and want me to leave you alone?“ He mimics her statement, smirking to himself as he pulls up Discord, knowing he’s already won.

She huffs and tells him her Discord info, quickly adding a small comment, “...but only because great minds think alike. I know we’ll be getting along on this design pretty nicely.”

“Yeah, yeah, right, sure, whatever you say.“ He laughs, “Accept my friend request and let’s drop this phone call.“

“Hey! - um, before we do that, I just wanna say a quick thank you.“ Y/N murmurs quietly, as if half-hoping he doesn’t hear her.

“For what?“ Corpse asks, his brows furrowing, unsure if they’re on the same page about this gratitude.

“For never once triggering my phone call anxiety.“ She admits, “I mean, I know I said I have lines prepared for every conversation scenario possible, but you totally caught me off-guard.“ She giggles a tiny bit, now sounding dangerously close to nervous, “But, not in a bad way, if that makes sense. Sorry if it doesn’t, I need more coffee.“

“No, no, it does!“ He hurries to reassure her, “It really does. And thank you too. Thank you for, you know, tolerating my BS at this hour. God knows I would’ve ignored your call if our roles were reversed.“

He hears her scoff and can’t help but laugh, “Huh ok, I see.“ She says, sounding greatly triggered and mock-pissed at his confession, “I’ll make sure to think of that next time you call me after midnight. Or at all, ever.“

Laughing his butt off, the only thing Corpse can think of in this moment is:

Damn, this girl and I are gonna get along

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Ok so I’m always the worst with asks cuz I suddenly forget every thought I’ve ever had but I’ve been on a fanfic binge and I love when ppl come to the realization that their in LOVE by the most mundane thing and they were overwhelmed and idk maybe that with shyan ??

hi anon im SO sorry i took so long to write this out. it got a lot longer than i thought and honestly,,, im not too happy with it but i hope you think it's decent enough lkjldfjgdf 😭 im always open to constructive criticism so anon and anyone who reads this, please let me know your thoughts, i'd love to know what yall think!! anyways uh.. enjoy? sldkfjdf

Love wasn’t necessarily a tangible concept when Shane was in his youth. He was more of a ‘go with the flow’ kind of guy, ticking checkboxes on what you’re supposed to do when you’re in a relationship with someone, like saying the daunting ‘L word’ as he used to call it in his teenage years. Looking back, he has said it plenty of times, but he knew deep in his chest that it wasn’t right. He was like an old pull string toy; pull on his string and he’d robotically say a cheesy romantic phrase with all the enthusiasm he didn’t feel, all empty of genuinity and meaning. Which was obviously pretty shitty, he knew that now.

Shane never understood stories of couples that got together knowing they were The One. It was just a bunch of baloney, if you asked him; lots of fairytale bullshit. But, he couldn’t help but feel almost envious at times. He was almost hitting 30 and was aimlessly going through the motions, impulsively moving to LA after he was accepted for an internship at Buzzfeed. He’d see where life took him, he guessed. But he truly thought he would spend most of his life never truly experiencing what love is like; Scott once told him it was like having an overwhelming sense of security, contentment and care for another, loving them in the details. You make sure they’re safe, happy, healthy, and eating well. Shane assumed he would just continue to observe love from a distance. That was true, until he met Ryan.

—

It happens on a Friday.

Ryan has been on kind of a craze, lately. Despite coming to work with tired eyes, he’s been on a frenzy with Unsolved. Completely honed in on what he’s doing, he doesn’t even notice Shane leaving his usual order of decaf coffee at his desk sometimes. It makes Shane a bit worried if he’s being honest. Not only does Ryan look like he could fall over at any moment, but there’s a distance between them that wasn’t there before, and he thinks Ryan has put it there for some reason.

It started last week after their usual Friday movie nights. Shane and Ryan made their popcorn together, because popcorn requires all hands on deck to cook it to ‘the utmost perfection’ as Ryan would say, and watched their movie of the week which was good ole’ Jaws. Everything was going great, they had their usual little jokes and Shane would occasionally throw popcorn at the screen which led to Ryan calling him a ‘monster’ for wasting popcorn, or a ‘sick bastard,’ which made Shane burst out with surprised laughter, in that fond voice Ryan always uses when he insults Shane.

But after the movie, Ryan was looking at him weird. He didn’t know what it was, but Ryan looked a little wide-eyed like he would when going to locations for Unsolved. It was like he was scared of Shane. And Shane had no idea what to do with that; Shane decided that he hates it if that genuine fear is directed towards him, but he just let it be. He absolutely regrets that now; Shane should’ve asked if he was okay, if he was feeling sick, but Shane didn’t know how to do that just yet when it came to Ryan.

Now he answers Shane’s text with a brief ‘Yea’, or ‘Ok’, not leaving Shane much to hope for in the rest of the conversation, when they would usually text until 1am. Whenever Shane invites him to hang out, Ryan tells him he has a personal thing, or family stuff to take care of. While Shane believed him at first, it’s becoming more frequent that it’s harder for him to ignore. And Shane is usually a relaxed guy; he’s not used to getting worried about Ryan. Ryan’s the one who tends to knaw over something that bothers him until it becomes liquid, and Shane brings him out of it when he’s at his worst. But it’s different, he guesses, when it involves Ryan.

He wants to know if he did something wrong for Ryan to act like this. Was he too much of an asshole during the Unsolved shoot? Ryan would tell him if he was doing too much, he’s not afraid to tell Shane to fuck off if he’s being a shithead. Maybe something did happen in Ryan’s family and he’s being a self-centered jerk about it. He doesn’t know, and it concerns him. Shane needs to know if he’s okay, if he’s eating or sleeping well. But he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to ask, if whatever is between them is too much to bear, and if Shane crosses the barrier between them would their relationship break entirely.

Shane scrubs a hand over his face, taking his eyes off the computer in front of him. This is probably how Ryan feels on a day-to-day basis. He doesn’t know how he deals with it.

Ryan already left work before Shane could get a hold of him, and Shane takes that as another sign that Ryan doesn’t want to talk to him. He sighs, grabbing his stuff to leave work before he feels a buzz from his phone in his pocket. He takes it out and Shane almost drops his phone when the screen illuminates with a text from Ryan.

Hey can you come over real quick? I need to tell you something.

Fuck, if that isn’t the most cryptic text ever.

Sure thing buddy. Is everything okay?

Yeah. Don’t worry about it.

Shane taps out another text, then deletes it, and then taps out another. His fingers hover over the send button. ‘Are we ok?’ remains in his text box with the cursor blinking in-and-out of view, almost taunting him in a way. Shane deletes it, and sends out a different text before he begins to overthink again.

Okay. See you soon.

He doesn’t get a response back, unsurprisingly. Shane sighs again; his skin feels too hot and he feels a headache coming on. He’s getting too old for this shit. Getting in his car to drive straight to Ryan’s place, he hopes that the road doesn’t lead to the end of the most precious friendship he’s had in his life, to a place where Ryan has already left Shane behind.

–

When he gets there, it’s not what he expected.

Ryan greets him at the door and tells him to sit down on the couch. He’s making small talk, which is something they never do because, frankly, they both hate doing such a thing. It’s uncomfortable; plus, there doesn't need to be any small talk when it comes to them because they’re them, talking comes naturally to them because it’s like they’ve known each other their whole lives. Except now, where Shane feels like his lunch might crawl up his throat since Ryan seems like he might run away.

But then Ryan grabs a stack of papers sitting on the coffee table before sitting down beside Shane, a few inches farther than Shane would’ve liked. He’s playing with the papers in his hands while avoiding eye contact with Shane. His own hand twitches in his lap, having the strange urge to pull Ryan in close, rest his own head against Ryan’s hair and ask him what’s wrong, if he’s doing okay, if they’re okay. But he doesn’t.

Then before Shane can get a word out, Ryan shoves the papers into Shane’s chest, making Shane bring out an embarrassing ‘oof’.

“This is a very rough draft, but that’s what I have so far,” Ryan blurts. A rough draft of what, Shane is about to ask before Ryan goes on a spiel of explaining his pitch.

Shane is feeling a little deja vu, his mind flashing back to the day Ryan asked him to co-host Unsolved with him. Ryan back then was overall smaller in stature but his presence was just as big, even bigger now, he realizes. When he talks, he captures everyone’s attention with the way he articulates his thoughts and his movements are always so lively and full of light. Ryan just fills up an entire room with his existence, and it’s absolutely mesmerizing to watch. If Ryan was like that then, he is so much more now. And if what Shane’s gathering from Ryan’s explanation is correct, Ryan is going to get so much brighter, and Shane wants to be there when it happens.

Ryan wants to create his own company, producing all the previous ideas he had for Buzzfeed into this new channel. There would be unscripted shows, more variety, more content, and the best thing, more creative freedom. And in all honesty, this sounds absolutely genius. Shane has always admired Ryan’s mind, how he’s always been a pioneer in original content, paving the way for fun new shows, but this absolutely takes the cake. Shane loves it; he does.

But that means Ryan would be leaving. Leaving Buzzfeed. Leaving Shane.

His heart plummets to his stomach. Now he feels like running out the door. Or he might just throw up all over Ryan’s living room floor.

Shane looks down at the papers, trying to blink away the sudden dampness in his eyes that he hopes Ryan can’t see. Fuck, he’s not gone yet. He needs to get it together. Ryan is still in the midst of his rambles, so Shane is thankfully in the clear. He reads some of the notes and immediately notices all the inky scribbles and chicken scratch of Ryan’s writing.

There’s a bunch of sentences crossed out, question marks in the margins, double-sided arrows across the page to convey that these ideas need to be switched. Just write with a pencil, you idiot, Shane thinks fondly. It’s all very chaotic, which is exactly like Ryan. Shane huffs in amusement, looking over the document, completely endeared by the absolute mess of it all, but absorbed with Ryan’s insanely clever ideas.

Ryan’s still talking, which Shane is half-listening to because now he’s so enamored by the way Ryan writes his little h’s, with a little unnecessary squiggle at the end. It’s such an incredibly ordinary detail about Ryan, but for some reason Shane’s overwhelmed by it, by all of it.

Shane’s rubbing his thumb over the ink of the words when he thinks that he’s going to miss hearing Ryan’s incredibly long rants of whatever he’s passionate about and reading Ryan’s illegible handwriting in bold ink; he’s going to miss the annoying way he writes his h’s. He’s going to miss Ryan. And–

Oh.

“So, what do you think?” Ryan asks.

There’s absolutely nothing going on in Shane’s head other than a high buzz of a revelation that’s breaking Shane’s entire worldview. Anything he says won’t be coherent at all, so all Shane can say is, “Hm?”

Ryan gives him an incredulous look; one of those cute expressions he made every single time Shane told him he ate bugs as a toddler, genuinely baffled and disbelieving even though Shane has told him the same story multiple times. Well, fuck.

He’s in love with Ryan. And Ryan might be leaving him.

Shane’s thoughts race through his mind; Please don’t leave just yet, that’s too soon, I need more time with you, I just got to know you better, give me time to know all of you.

“Dude, did you listen to anything I said?”

Shane grimaces, trying to bring himself back to normalcy. “Uh, some of it?”

While Shane thinks he would be mad, Ryan just chuckles, “Unbelievable, this guy. Am I that much of a bore to you?” Ryan playfully smacks Shane’s shoulder, while also gradually losing the tension that weighed so heavily on Ryan before, which lets Shane bounce off their usual banter.

Shane laughs. “Yeah, I was definitely snoozing it up over here. I was making myself cozy with my new blankets before you rudely interrupted,” Shane says, placing the papers Ryan gave him on his lap as his new makeshift blankets. Shane fakes a snore, making Ryan dip his head with laughter.

Shane smiles softly at him. He can’t stop looking at Ryan, looking at the way he laughs with his whole body and how gorgeous his smile is. He has never seen anybody glow like Ryan does, carrying so much light that the sun may actually be his soul. And Shane doesn’t believe in souls.

He doesn’t want any of this to go away.

Shane clears his throat as Ryan’s giggles die down. “I do think you have something commendable here, Bergara.”

Ryan beams. “Yeah? You think so?”

“Yeah, I really do. You’re going to be great.”

At Shane’s words, Ryan’s demeanor dims a little. “I was, uh, actually hoping that you’d do this with me.”

Wait, what?

Before Shane can reply, Ryan continues, anxiety taking over him. “I mean, you don’t have to give your answer right away. I understand that you need time to think about it since it is a lot. We’d have to use our life savings, and it would require a shit ton of effort, but it could be like our little company baby, I guess? That’s a fucking weird way to put it, great job, Bergara–”

“Ryan.”

“You get what I mean. And you could do so many great things, Shane, like you did with Ruining History before Buzzfeed canceled it–”

“Ryan.”

“You could do it even better than that since our bosses won’t be looking over our shoulder like an obsessive helicopter parent. I just think–”

“Ry.”

Ryan stops, and looks at Shane with those big brown eyes that Shane absolutely adores, scared that Shane may actually say no. Shane wants to scoff, and thinks, As if.

He doesn’t know how else to quell Ryan’s worries but to do this– Shane gently takes Ryan’s hand, rubbing his thumb over the inside of Ryan’s wrist, and presses his lips onto Ryan’s knuckles. Well hello there, m’darling, Shane thinks deliriously.

Shane hears Ryan’s breath hitch, and Shane doesn’t blame him because he has never done this before. And before Ryan could ask what the fuck is going on, Shane says in a low voice, “Of course I’ll do this with you.” Shane’s voice is too tight, too emotional, but he knows– I’ll follow you anywhere. I’ve followed you into the darkest places the world has to offer, so of course I’ll follow you now. It’s been good from the start so it can only get better.

So this is what love is like.

Ryan doesn’t pull his hand away from Shane. His eyes brighten and happiness is buzzing from his skin, not quite letting it spill just yet. “Really? You’re serious? You’re not fucking with me?”

Shane grins, “Nope. You’re stuck with me, Bergmeister. I’m like a bad penny under your shoe, I’ll be annoying you till the day I die, whether you like it or not.”

Ryan cackles, and before Shane knows it, he’s got his arms full of Bergara. He wraps his arms around Ryan, feeling like the luckiest person in the world when Ryan squeezes him just a little tighter than usual.

“Looking forward to it, big guy.”

This love, Shane knows; it’s a forever one. And he’s more than okay with that.

#shyan #skeptic believer #asks #sophie answers #sophie writes #i hope this was okay!! slkdfjd #like ive said before im not the best writer so any feedback would be great<3

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Drunk Dial

Rating: T

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word Count: 4223

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, tiny bit of language, other than that this is just some soft shit with a bit of angst

Summary: Javier left you broken years ago. Now he’s back and after a little too many drinks with friends, you can’t help the draw to call him and let the liquid courage try to give him a piece of your mind.

A/N: big thanks to @autumnleaves1991-blog for Writer’s Wednesday, I saw the picture last night and immediately started writing this. Forgive any mistakes I wrote this around 1am and honestly fell asleep at some point. May this make up for the more deep angst I’ve put out😂 Big thanks to @mothandpidgeon for keeping me from overthinking! Enjoy me once again trying to write a drabble and ending up with a One Shot and me being slightly self indulgent in wanting someone to keep my ass grounded during hard shit.

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“Hello?” the familiar deep voice answered hoarsely on the other line. God, how many years had it been since you had heard that grumpy tone?

Your heart races at the sound of Javier’s voice and you couldn’t help but be thankful for the liquid courage flowing through your veins or you’d be kicking yourself for obviously waking him up or even calling him in the first place. “Javiiiii,” you giggle leaning against the phone booth, the coolness of the glass feeling good against your warm skin. “I can’t believe you’re awake.”

“It’s two in the morning I wasn-Y/N?! Are you drunk?” Javier asked and you can hear the frown in his tone. He sits up in his bed the moment he recognizes your voice, of all the calls he expected tonight, he wasn’t expecting one from you. Not after what he did.

You shrug as if he could see you, playing with the cord, “I’m not drunkk, I’m just tipsy and it’s your fault. I had 5 shots because I couldn’t get your stupid big head out of mind.” You pout, your emotions starting to shift, the hurt mixing into your tone. You didn’t drink often for this reason, you always felt so cheery and happy at first but then sadness seemed to always creep up once the drinks started to fade out of your system.

Javier gulps at your answer, he runs a hands over his eyes, wiping away any exhaustion he was feeling. He had been known you long enough to know that tipsy meant you were drunk and you being drunk meant you would definitely need someone soon. “Where are you? Are you at home?” he asks as he gets up, holding the handset between his cheek and shoulder as he grabs his pants off the floor pulling them over his naked form.

“Umm…” you purse your lips looking around, trying to remember which bar your friends had dragged you to for the night. They had forced a girls night on you to keep you from doing exactly what you were doing now, looking for Javier Peña. What had started as just a margaritas at your favorite Tex-Mex restaurant had turned into bar hopping over Laredo.

You mumble a fuck as you turn to face the bar and almost run into the glass of the booth. Javi silently curses whoever had decided to let you drink as much as you had without keeping an eye on you. “Lonestar Bruisers,” you mumble out as you look at the flashing bar sign, watching as the words shift. “What a weird name...I got a bruise though, I hit my knee on the dummy bar stool.” You then gasp the touch of sadness you had been feeling slipping into the emotion of shock, clutching the receiver closer as if you had just discovered some secret and didn’t want anyone to hear, “Javiii! That’s why they call it Lonestar Bruisers, because I got a bruise!”

Javier tries not to smile, you were definitely always something when you were drunk. So giggly and smiley, you always lit up the room even more when you had a little bit of alcohol in you. But he also knew the edge he had heard to your tone earlier, the one that he had learned signaled the courage of the alcohol starting to slip and soon you’d be feeling something worse if someone didn’t get you home and in bed. He always hated to see the way your mind would get the best of you. “Mariposa, it’s Lonestar Brewers. I’m right down the road, are you alone? Tell me you’re not alone,” he asks, pulling a shirt over his head, hoping the image of you standing in a phone booth alone in the middle of the night was wrong.

You almost drop the phone out of your hand when you hear him use his old nickname for you. You feel the tears well in your eyes, the memory of years of friendship and love running through your head, the reason you had even called Javier in the first place, “Y-You can’t call me that. I don’t need you to come, you didn’t even tell me you were back.” Your voice cracks at the last sentence, the old wounds from years passed, open up, the night that caused this all. “And I’m not alone, Kelli and Rebecca and…I think her name is Cassie...I don’t know but I’m not alone… Well I’m alone outside cause duh I’m in a phonebooth but they’re inside, I bet they have shots...I need more shots.”

Javier sighs, he knew he had been wrong to not contact you. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to come back quietly, everyone in town knew everything. So of course word would get around to you that he was back, he had just hoped he had prepared enough to be the one to go see you. He had planned to see you, to discuss the night he threw everything to shit, he just hadn’t found the courage, or the will, not after he was still processing the reason he had even been sent back to Laredo. “Marip-Y/N, I need you to go inside. You shouldn’t be out there alone, someone could hurt you,” Javi says gently, trying to mask his worry, he had seen too many women hurt over the past few years.

He might not have been in Colombia but that didn’t mean that there weren't bastards around waiting for a chance to take advantage of an innocent woman. “No more shots, ask for water, I’m on my way. If you all have been drinking, you’re not getting in the car with any of those girls,” he grits out, just as he knew you, he knew your friend group and Kelli hadn’t always been the best influence on you. He could feel the old irritation towards your oldest friend already flaring knowing she wasn’t watching over you.

“You can’t tell me what to do Javier,” you snap at him as you look out the booth wiping your eyes. It was a dark night, the only glow of light came from the bar’s sign and the street lamps across the street of North Central Park, fog filled the outside air, almost as thick as the Texas humidity. You frowned, hating the shiver that ran up your spine, maybe he was right to go inside, “I’m going to hang up now, I shouldn’t have called you. It’s almost out of time, I’m out of coins, and I just don’t want to talk to you meanie pants.”

“Y/N just sit st-” Javi starts before the line cuts off. He groans running his hands over his face before grabbing his keys and knowing you were definitely going to be a joy when he picked you up.

******

He expected more of a scene from you when he had walked into the bar. You were indeed nursing another glass of alcohol and you had told the bartender how he was the meanie head that you had been complaining about. Javier had rolled his eyes and told you it was time to go home. You had glared at him and made sure to down the rest of your drink out of spite before telling him you wouldn’t leave without your friends.

He dealt with the glares that each one gave him, raising his hand to stop Kelli from chewing him out and refrained from telling her off himself too. You were his sole focus and he wasn’t going to waste any time arguing with someone he never saw eye to eye with in the first place.

You definitely had way too many drinks and she should have known better than to let you get this far gone. For your sake, he would take care of both you and them. He knew that would be the only way you’d let him drag you off anyways, if you knew your friends would be okay. He had called a cab and gave them money to pay for it, before throwing your arm over his shoulder and helping you out as you tried and failed to keep the world from wobbling underneath you.

You argued with him that you could go home with your friends the whole way out of the bar. He silenced you with his narrowed eyes. There was no way he wouldn’t make sure you got straight to bed and not to another place where they might hand you more drinks or be too inebriated to make sure you didn’t get sick or help you if your anxiety starts to hit. He wouldn’t fail you, not in this at least. He always took care of you then and nothing could stop him from doing it now. It didn’t make up for what he did, but it was the least he could do for you after years of leaving you alone, hurt.

“I don’t want to go home yettt! I’m having fun,” you whine as Javi tries to help you into his truck, catching you as you stumble. You’re glaring at him and pouting, arms crossed over your chest as he gets you settled into the seat and buckling you in, “I’m not a child Javier.”

Javier can’t help the chuckle that escapes his lips at your words, especially with just how much of a child you looked like in that moment. He knew if you had been standing outside of the truck still, you’d stomp your foot. “Could have fooled me, mariposa,” he gestures to your crossed arms and you stick the tongue out at him as he closes the door.

He decides he’ll just let you crash in his bed, the ranch was closer than your home and he could still feel how exhausted he was. He hadn’t exactly been sleeping well since he had arrived back in Laredo.

He practically jumps out of his skin when he feels your hand on his arm. He hadn’t expected your touch, at least not out of your own free will. “Javi, you’re not holding my hand, you always held my hand,” you pout out, as you take his hand in yours.

Javi hates it, almost finds it cruel actually,how much your hand still fits perfectly in his hand. How soft and small it was under his calloused and larger one. He hates how much he has missed it, how much he enjoys it. He had always been a man that depended on touch, you had always told him just a single touch from him could tell you how he felt. You had always been good at reading him, knowing that sometimes the simplest touch was just what he needed to keep him grounded to what was in front of him and not spiraling into whatever chaos was going through his head.

He felt the ache in his heart as he remembered the way you would smile at him and call out each touch. “That’s your ‘I love you’ touch.” “That’s your ‘it’s been a bad day’ touch’” “That’s your ‘I just felt like grabbing you ass because I can’ touch” You were silent next to him and he wondered if maybe you were dozing off already, smiling a bit to himself at the old memories. He could only hope that maybe this would be a time you could avoid your sad side effects of drinking.

He gave your hand a squeeze as he pulled into the ranch. “That’s your ‘I’ve needed this, I missed you’ touch” you breathed out and Javier froze, he glanced over at you. You weren’t wrong, as always. You were staring at him intently, gazing at him in the dark, trying to read him. You gave him a small smile and he felt his heart drop at how broken it looked, lacking the complete joy it used to.

He parks in front of the guest house where he stayed, glad that he wouldn’t have to worry about waking Chucho. “Why did you bring me here?” you ask, frowning and pulling your hand from his. Javier misses it the moment you do, hating how he could feel the hurt resonating off of you now. He had caused this.

“We were closer to the ranch. I don’t think you’d make it up the stairs to your apartment either,” he say softly and watches as you just nod before he gets out of the truck to help you out. He opens your door and takes your hand, putting the other on your hip to keep you steady as he helps you down.

The world still feels like it’s spinning and you grab Javi’s shoulders as you lay your head on his chest. He still smells the same as he had years before, woodsy, musk, minty, and something else that was just pure Javier that you could never put your finger on. You can’t help but laugh in his chest as another realization hits you, “You don’t smell like cigarettes.”

“I’m trying the nicotine gum to stop” Javier answers, wrapping his arms around you, he knew at any moment you could push him away again, so he wanted to enjoy the feeling of you holding him close. He couldn’t deny the need he had to be held after everything that had gone on, to just feel the comfort of someone’s arms around him and to be lucky enough to be having you doing the honors? It took everything in him to break the dam of emotions he had going on. The emotions of everything in Colombia with losing Carrillo, chasing after Escobar, working with Los Pepes to still holding onto everything that had happened the night he left and hurt you came to head and it was overwhelming how much he had been choking down.

He holds you tighter, clinging onto you, to keep centered. He focuses on the sense of you pressed against him, the sweet scent of you mixed with alcohol, the way you were holding him just as tight. Then he notices the now wetness against his stomach and his heart clenches realizing you were now softly crying against him, “Mariposa, what’s wrong?”

You hated it, hated that you were now crying against him. How could he still cause you such an easy comfort for you even after he had left you behind with no explanation? It wasn’t fair that after all these years, just his scent and being in his arms still made you feel the safest and at home. You look up at him, tears flowing, moving your hands to grasp his shirt, “Why did you leave Javi? H-how could you just leave me like that?”

Javier gulped,a hand coming back to rub the back of his neck. He wanted to feel like he had been prepared for this conversation but he wasn’t. He breathes out a sigh, wiping your tears off gently with his thumbs, he presses a kiss to your forehead, “Let’s not talk about that right now, let’s get you to bed, we’ll talk tomorrow when you’re not drunk.”

You shake your head, frowning at him. You tug on his shirt to let him know you weren’t going anywhere. You needed the answers, you had spent too long needing them. “No, I want to know now Javi. I deserve to know...I woke up and you were gone...then I have to have Chucho tell me that you had left? That my boyfriend had joined the DEA and left me a note, a-a fucking note Javi! You literally broke up with me through a note!”

Javi’s teeth clench, he always hated seeing you cry, he always tried to do everything to make sure he was never the cause of your tears. Yet he knew it, knew the pain he caused you when he left, the tears you had shed, and seeing it now hurt him, hurt him more than leaving you did. He holds you close to him, rubbing you back as you sob, “I...Let’s get you inside and I’ll answer you.”

You look at him through blurred vision, gently releasing the hold you had on his shirt, leaving it wrinkled from your touch. “You promise?” you ask weakly and Javier feels the pull in his heart, a line formed between his brows and he nodded at you before taking your hand in his and helping you inside.

He sat you down on his couch, helping you out of your shoes, before leaving you to grab you a glass of water. When he returned to your hand on your head, eyes closed. “Drink some water, we need to get you hydrated,” he tells you softly. You open your eyes and look at him, he could tell the sobering up was starting to happen and he hated that he was going to have to have this conversation with you like this. He sits down next to you and hands you the glass of water.

You mumble a thank you to him as you drink before laying your head on his shoulder, shifting closer to him. Javier sighs as he wraps an arm around you, rubbing circles on you shoulder, hoping you’ll doze off. Luck, however, was no on his side, “Javi...why did you leave..”

He sucks in a breath, you were looking up at him expectantly, eyes puffy and red from your tears. “You deserved better than me…” he answers out, admitting what had gone through his head the moment he had signed up to join the DEA.

“Bullshit Javi, I loved you, we were happy...at least I thought… I thought we were,” you trail off in the last part, you had spent years wondering if you had made everything up in you head.

Javier tilted your head up to look at him, he could sense it, you starting to get in your head. “I was happy with you baby, so fucking happy. But I was holding you back, do you think you would have finished your pharmacy degree if I had stayed? You were always so worried about me on the job, I felt like I wasn’t getting anything done here, I wasn’t helping enough people. You remember me complaining about how routine the job felt. I was making you worry and I just...I felt like if I left, then you would be better off. No worrying something would happen to me, you could focus on school, on bettering yourself. I also had found the letter, you got into the best pharmacy school in Texas, and your sister told me you were waiting to see if you got something closer to here because you didn’t want to leave me...One of the guys mentioned the DEA hiring in Austin and I honestly didn’t think they’d accept me but they did.”

You can feel the tears streaming down your face again as you listen to his words. Javi fights back his own, as he remembers how much he beat himself for making decisions without you. “I tried to figure out how to tell you. I just didn’t know how. I was a coward Y/N, here I was trying to go out and do something bigger, yet I couldn’t tell my girl how I was feeling like I was holding her back. I knew there was more danger in joining, how could I worry you more? If I left then I figured you’d leave, go to Houston, become the best pharmacist this damn state has ever seen,” his mouth quirks at the last part and you can’t help the chuckle that comes out. Javier had always been your number one fan in everything you did, as you had always been his.

His face becomes serious again, “I tried to figure out how to tell you...but I knew you’d either try to go with me. I couldn’t let you hold yourself back for me, to change your plans for me. I couldn’t keep you from reaching your dreams… that night...it was different… holding you the last time, I barely slept. I wanted to wake you and tell you everything but I couldn’t find the words. Pops, lectured me, I’m surprised he even gave you the note, he was so angry with me. He thought I had told you, then for me to just leave you that note. I think he was ready to beat my ass. He was disappointed in me for the longest time, could barely forgive me for doing that to you…”

You reach out to touch Javi’s cheek, he closes his eyes leaning into your touch. Every word he said was sobering you up more and more. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m really fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have left like that. I should have been more honest, I was an idiot. I just selfishly decided for myself and left, I shouldn’t have left you like that, you always treated me right, you always watched out for me, you always took care of me. We grew up together and you never got tired of my shit….I just…I thought it was the right thing to do.” He chuckles humorlessly, “You did become the best pharmacist though. Pops made sure to brag about how great you were doing in pharmacy school. He made sure to tell me about you, to keep me updated and to make me feel bad that I wasn’t here to see you doing as good as I knew you’d do. He called me a dumbass for not being here to see you graduate or to watch you open your own pharmacy. I’m proud of you, I was so proud of you, just know even away I was so proud of you every step of the way even though I know I shattered you first.”

You roll your eyes at Javier, you wanted to punch him in his pretty face if you were being honest with yourself. “You’re such a big dummy,” you scoff out rolling your eyes. Your head was starting to pound but you were thankful that your mind felt numbed still, so you could give him a piece of your mind. “You’re lucky I’ve had all these years to accept you leaving. It hasn’t stopped the ache or pain, obviously.” You bitterly think about the amount of drinks you had just tonight. “Because I would punch you right now but of course, you just left because Javier decided to be selfishly unselfish. You should have talked to me Javier, I never felt like you were holding me back. Yes, I worried about you, but so did all the other sheriff wives and girlfriends. I didn’t tell you about Houston, not just because I didn’t want to leave you, but because I was feeling unsure of myself and being a pharmacist too. I didn’t want to disappoint you if I decided to change careers! I would have been so proud of you being accepted, would I have gone with you? Probably. But it would have been MY choice Javier. I would have never tried to stop you from going and even if I didn’t go with you, we could have made it work. I loved you, I loved you so much and you just left me a note saying you were sorry and it was for the best that you left. It felt anything but the best!”

Javier flinches at your words and you sigh before placing both hands on his cheeks making him look at you, “How could someone as intelligent as you be such an idiot?”

You watch as his mouth twitches under your gaze, “Hell if I know, I seem to get in my head too much, don’t I?”

You give him a look letting him know that you can’t argue with him on that and he reaches out to caress your cheek. “I lost myself then, just like I lost myself now,” he mumbles out bitterly and you press your forehead against his, taking him in as you close your eyes.

“Sometimes we have to lose ourselves to find ourselves again,” you whisper out as you meet his eyes.

Javier takes you in, your gentle gaze, the soft touch of your hand going through his hair. It’s the first time since he had touched down in Laredo that he felt at home. “I still love you,” he says before he can stop himself. He had never stopped thinking about you and now with you in front of him, making him feel the calmest he has in years, he knows it’s true.

You freeze and he wants to apologize, tell you that you don’t have to say anything. But you smile at him as a tear falls from your right eye, “I still love you too, big meanie head.”

Javier smiles and it feels the most real it has in days, the first time he feels like he’s not forcing one out. It makes your heart soar seeing it, how you had missed seeing his bright smile.

You don’t know what the future holds, knowing the whispers around town that he would be leaving again soon. But in that moment, wrapped in his arms, his lips softly pressing against yours for the first time in years, it was just you and him and nothing else mattered.

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simluvbot · 3 years

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Enhypen as dates they would take you on <3

tags: gn!reader, established relationship au, fluff, bf! enha

members: all members !!

wc: 400-800ish for each member ?? this is very long uh I’m sorry I got carried away

a/n: hi, welcome to my first piece of writing on this blog 😁😁 I tried to write so that these matched the members and their personalities the most! Also as this is my first post any interaction is so cherished 🥺 but anyways,, I hope you enjoy :D

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Heeseung

he would take you to so many fun places!!

Your dates would consist of going bowling together, theme parks, a walk in the park — you can count on having a fun time with heeseung!

He would just want to impress you );

He’s be always so attentive to you and remember even the littlest of details about you

You’d be in a shop together looking around and he’ll tap your shoulder, showing you a lace shirt that you instantly fall in love with

It’s just your style!

You’d ask him how he knew you would like it, to which he would simply mumble with, “you told me a few months ago that you like shirts like this.”

You’d just stand in shock like :ooo

Not even you remember telling him that ):

Please he loves you so much, if it’s something that you tell him you like or don’t like, he’ll immediately store it in his memory! He wants to know so much more about you 🥺

Your dates are definitely what you look forward to whenever you see him!!

As much as you love fun day outs with him, you also love your chiller night dates at him <3

Meeting each other late at night after practice? A must!! No way can you let your hee go home alone when he’s the last leaving the practice room after a long day ):<

You would often surprise him by showing up at belift at ungodly hours, and as much as he would scold you with a light frown for coming to see him when it’s already half past midnight,,

You still always catch that small little smile he has whenever you do surprise him hehe

to be aware of just the fact that youre there? is enough for him. you ground him and its especially those spontaneous dates youll throw upon him and inevitably show him without the words uttered that you care for him and you love him?

those are secretley his fave (: but he doesnt have to tell you that - youve already guessed :D

But at the same time on those late night after-practice dates he just wants to make sure that you’re not staying up too late all the time just to make sure he’s doing okay after practice, his y/nnie needs their sleep too ):

And what you’ll do together? Eat ramen of course!!

Although these little late night dates with him usually dont last no longer than an hour, he still treasures them so dearly in his heart ):

Hee sometimes needs a lot of love and assurance, even if he doesn’t mention it

And you’re the best at making him feel better instantly 🥺

but we seriously cant forget about your daytime dates too! each date of yours is always filled with so so many jokes and giggles that your hearts burn with longing for the other whenever you part ways ):

i can see that he’ll even store the memory of your dates even weeks after they’ve happened - he’ll store those memories of you; all in his heart (and the polaroid he took of you in the back of his phonecase 😳) and tucked close.

Jake

as for dates, to me he seems the type to be into really spontaneous and random things!! He’d love going somewhere fun or just simply randomly travelling with you without a destination!

He especially loves to sneak out of the dorm late at night and meet you at you and his favourite park.

It’s located at the top of a really tall hill, and you’ll both spend hours sitting on the swings, chatting away with little care for the rest of the world or the time as you both simply giggle at each other’s jokes and contentedly talk about anything and everything; watching the city lights glow from hundreds of metres below you

He’d offer you his jacket when the temperature drops by a few degrees suddenly

You’d be like no!! It’s okay you should also stay warm, I’m okay 🥺

But then because he is such a sweetheart he’d huff and sit next to you on the swing, making the single-seater far too cramped as he tries to supply you with his body heat if that’s the only way that you’ll accept not freezing to death 😠

But then you’ll both slip due to there not being enough space for both of you on the wing, and your both fall flat down on your butts lmao

You’d both freeze, staring at each other blankly on the floor

but then you’d both crack up and laugh for the longest time — hushing each other in-between giggles from the fear of maybe you were being a bit too loud and could wake some people up?

But then you’d both fall into giggling messes once again as you blame each other for causing the other to fall down ):

You’d eventually sit together huddled on a bench, sitting in silence and simply staring out at seoul’s twinkling night lights as you share his leather jacket: heavy and warm as it drapes across you and his’ shoulders

But eventually you’d both finally head home! — your eyelids soon growing too heavy and both of you afraid of accidentally falling asleep at a park at 1am lmfao

idk why but i can just see a lot of late-night dates with jake,, such as

baking cookies together at 1am???? probably has happened twice already in your relationship aha 😁

honestly you both spend so much time together casually that you end up arguing on whether that time where he randomly showed up at your house wanting to make relationship bracelets together was really a date or not lmao

he is also so <3 so incredibly sweet too though uGH. he is a sweetheart and like heeseung he will remember every little detail of you which will be useful for when he comes up with more date ideas in the future (

on dates such as eating at a restaurant together he will always bring you flowers like the gentleman he is.

it’s kinda funny because when youre both on a date together alone with no other people around you both become complete crackheads

but when meeting in front of others he acts so mature and serious suddenly lmao ??

but honestly he just trusts and loves you so so much that he doesnt even feel like he needs to act a certain way or try to become someone complteley different on a date just to impress you

but its okay because you love the duality of jake sim <3

someone get me him pls. i want one </3

Jay

With jay, shopping dates ??? yes of course (;

he’d simply love taking you out either down a road with many well-known clothing brands or maybe even the mall, entering several clothing stores with you

he never mentions it, but its obvious how much he simply adores seeing you wear the clothes he picks out for you :D

oh and matching couple outfits are obviously always chosen whenever you go out on these fashion dates!!

he will pick out a selection of items he thinks will look good on you, and - to admit it to himself: he does a pretty good damn job

tell me why this boy will get so flustered whenever he sees you walk out of the changing room,, looking so pretty in what he chose for you ??

he’d also one day surprise you on a date with matching couple bracelets :D

you’ll get so excited and he’ll get so shy and try to hide his smile as you compliment how good his sense of style is !! and as much as he denies the fact that he’s blushing you luckily do manage to snap some pics as evidence of the rosy colour in his cheeks hehe

and especially earlier on in the relationship, he’ll always try his best and prepare cute little dates for you both )): and the members would tease him to DEATH for how unbelievably soft and considerate he is when doing things for you when he is so cranky towards them lmfao

chill dates (:

walking in the park together, getting ice cream, going for late night drives and listening to music together </3 with jay it never has to be complicated

Just as long as he gets to be with you, talk with you and touch you then that’s more than enough for him (: he just likes to be in your company

and Idk why I can just see this but he wILL have playground dates with you. dont question it

Because like ?? hanging out on the swings or climbing frame of a kids park at 11PM when there’s no one else there but you both?? Talking and swinging quietly next to each other? very romantic to me hmm

Yes <3

he will stare at you as he silently swings a back and forth a little; brushing the hair out of your face and looking at you with so so much love in his eyes it’s unbelievable

he especially loves just relaxing with you. watching a show on the tv together while cuddling and staying close to each other is something he loves

hearing your giggles and listening to you talk while engaging in teasing banter where he’ll pretend to think the things you say are stupid by scoffing and rolling his eyes when in reality his heart is swelling and he’s trying so hard not to laugh at how cute you are?

shut UP

those are definitely one of his favourite types of dates with you

he’ll constantly try to impress you and will be willing to try so many different things with you

i can see him as either being openly interested about going on typical couple dates together such as painting or eating at romantic restaurants,, or every time you mention something of the sort he’ll be groaning at yet another mention of the ‘couple bucket list’ you had created lol

but actually he’s secretly really excited for that couple mug-painting session you booked for you both. but he will never tell you that 😳

in conclusion, with jay it really never has to be something complex for you both to enjoy your dates <3 he just loves being in your company, even if its one of those nights where you both share no words between the cuddling and content sighs and various little soft kisses he presses to your forehead.

sunghoon

with sunghoon gOSH

whatever you two get up to, it’d be so so soft and gentle and perfect and just ):

he would always ask the members what to take you out on as a date and you bet his naver search history would consist of questions like ‘what does my s/o like’ and ‘where should i take out my partner on a date’ lmao

he just wants to make you happy and comfy ):

dates with him are usually really cute!! Like going to cafes, going ice skating etc!

But you’d also love those dates at home with him, giggling shyly as you both sit together and watch a film 🥺

he LOVES those dates! he always gets so shy whenever he comes over and it takes him a little while to get comfortable enough with you to even hold your hand pls

So when he one day pulls you in closer from where you’re sitting side by side on the couch,, bringing you closer and tucking you under his arm ??

You’re so so surprised, and you feel your heart clench a little at how gentle he is with you and how he’s finally opening up ):

And from then on,, he only will become more and more comfortable with you!!! To the point where he’ll start pouting a lil when you don’t snuggle up next to him on the sofa like you usually do );

So cuddle dates with hoon? Yes you bet they’re his fave!!

and then when its quickly approaching your 100 days anniversary, he’ll be wracking his brains for so long trying to decide what to do for you

but then it will hit him like a light bulb switching on!

he’ll suddenly remember you mentioning this specific thing that you really liked and would want to do one day, and guess what he would plan for u both!!

he’d prepare 💔💔 a picnic 💔💔 for you 💔💔

ugh youre so lucky

he’d text you the day before your anniversary telling you to expect to go on a date with him the day after and to dress up prettily :D

he’d wake up super early on the day of the date, preparing all of your favourite foods and meals into a cute lil basket ):

and when you finally both meet at a really rEALLY pretty secluded area that you somehow had no idea existed despite you living in the area for so long - you’d maybe start tearing up??

because your boyfriend is so so sweet and you never saw this coming from him at all ):

and he’d just stand there shyly in front of the picnic he set up, hand at the back of his head and looking down; cute lil blush tainting his cheeks from how nervous he is!

but then you’d run over and give him a big, big hug, exxclaiming how much you appreciate what he did for you and how youre so so incredibly sorry for not bringing him something as well to celebrate your anniversary (you were dying inside fo guilt please!! how could u forget to get him something when he went out of his way like this for you )): )

but he’d simply shake his head, smiling and not minding at all

because if he gets to see you happy, gets to see those twinkling eyes of yours that just stare up at him with so so much love before bringing him in for a sweet kiss - then he simply doesnt mind at all.

r u crying at this like i am lol

sunoo

sunoo absoloutely adores you.

and he cant stay away from you !! lmao

you’ll leave after a date and ten minutes after youve arrived you’ll get a text from him saying how much he already misses you and wants to see his bun again ):

but its okay!! because y’all would meet up again really soon again :D

sunoo really doesnt mind what you both do together, he just loves being in your company !! if he’s doing something with you, its certain that he will have so much fun and be so so comfy!

you often like to go to cinemas together, watching a film

film/drama marathons are also something that you both do very very often as a date! he loves it when you hug him tight and throw a leg over his as you both lie down in his dorm bed/your bed, watching something on your laptop

he is very very cuddly and whenever you both do have cuddle dates/sessions (which is all the time btw) he’ll like it when you absentmindedly play with his fingers or stroke your hands through his hair soothingly

and then he’ll complain and whine when you stop lmao

seriously though, without a question if either of you meet at either his dorm or your house - its always: ‘so what are we gonna watch?’

he also likes doing very very cute couple-y activities with you! of course he does,, youre his baby ):

(he’s more YOUR baby actually - but he doesnt need to know about that shh hehe)

funfair dates where you will go on a ferris wheels and eat cotton candy together? sharing a kiss when you reach the top? yes! and so is going to those sets designed for couples to take cute photos together as a lil photoshoot!

he is so so sweet with you ):

and has it been mentioned yet that you’ll go on food dates? this is a very obvious date you both do very often !!

going to food markets and trying out different street foods from different vendors? yes.

having mini dates at the korean convinience store late at night where you’ll both sit by the window and eat tteokbokki & ramen together? yes.

its all honestly really really chill, but he also knows when to be serious when he needs to (:

he’ll take you out to the your favourite restaurants often!

and whenever youre celebrating something he’ll take you to a really good and famous restaurant with mouth-watering food, and you’ll be left wondering for the longest time how on earth he managed to get a seat in since its always so booked

or ordering take-out is good too :D

in conclusion (because i just realised how long this is help 😭): dates with sunoo are always a variety of fun activities which always leave you feeling tired yet so, so happy and content at the end of the day !!

he loves you so much <3

Jungwon

Since you both go to the same school, a lot of your little dates are actually spent there

He’s pretty shy with you at times,, but when you’re both alone it’s then that dates with him are usually so so goofy and silly; days filled with his teasing and your eye rolls and giggles.

Meeting at the rooftop before school to simply talk and giggle and drink chocolate milk? Yes.

Staying after school for small study sessions in the library? Yes.

With jungwon, you’re not able to see him as much between school and him being an idol, so every little moment together means so much to both of you ):

To me jungwon also seems like a cuddler!!! cause like?? Have you seen him ?? Tell me he doesn’t look so soft

So, dates at home when he’s free where you can both cuddle together in your bed while eating and doing homework? They’re so so cosy,, and definitely your favourite kinda dates!! not to mention that your parents absolutely adore him too

With jungwon, lots of lil spontaneous dates are definitely his and yours trademark (‘:

He’ll turn up at your house randomly with a grin and dimple poking at his cheek, holding a bag of convenience store food and asking you if you want to go on a date with him even if it’s 10pm and dark outside lmfao

And then he’ll take you to an arcade!

You’ll be the only ones there and he’s keep flexing about how he’s going to win you this cat plush from the claw machine because he says it looks like him

He’d try several times and end up spending almost 8,000 won on the machine trying to win you this plush and at this point he’s already making up several excuses about how oh, ‘it’s rigged’ or ‘give me one more chance I will get it this time!!’

You’d giggle at how he grows flustered, gently asking him if you could have a go for fun, sighing and with him and agreeing on the fact that the claw machine is definitely rigged

You’d complain together; scolding the machine and asking it to please be nice and stop ruining your date when it’s then that the claw actually picks up a plush and you’re both like ;oo

You’d both stay stood in shock as the cat plush is dropped into the receiving box, before laughing loudly

He’d stand there flustered, blush tainting his cheek before he just walks away 🚶🏻‍♂️

You’d quickly pick up the cat plush and chase after him, giggles tumbling out your lips

and uhm after that you beTTER go check up on your boy and see if his ego wasnt too damaged by that 😤

so of course you’d wrap your arms around him from behind, tucking your face into the back of his neck ): and pressing gentle kisses where you know he’s ticklish until he finally relents, a small grin and dimple lighting up his face

and phEW because you thought he was upset ): but he laughs and says youre better at the claw machine than he is so,, all good dont worry !! 🥺

It’d end up being him taking the cat plush home, which you both name ‘jungwon-two’ because of how much it actually looks like him 😭

Expect many references and inside jokes to that date and jungwon-two in the future

and tbh you love dates with won so so much. theyre so fun plus they’re always secret.

and whenever you’re out doing whatever the hell you both get up to,

It’s like there is no one else in the world. It’s just you, and him, and the blooming you both feel in your chests.

Niki

I don’t know but I can just see niki as being so romantic

You’re both young, and although niki is the biggest dork and always likes to play around and make jokes 24/7 - he’s also so mature compared to the other boys your age

So would he take you out to a date where he’d set up classically romantic candles and rose petals for you both to eat at for your 1 month anniversary? Yes ):

And you’d be so speechless and shocked as you blush quietly and thank him before he‘s accidentally knocking over his glass of water all over the table cloth and you’re laughing out loud

But expect every other date with him to be filled with so so much food and comfort!

He’d feel so comfy around you, and really the only word he thinks is perfectly able to describe you is home. He thinks you feel like home to him.

So he’d show you all of this favourite things, the things closest to his heart and you can’t help but feel your own heart clench at how much you adore this boy

He’d take you out to traditional Japanese restaurants and show you his favourite foods from back home and teach you the customs of how to eat sushi

You’d 100% be so so interested and excited whenever he reveals to you a vulnerable part of him, and he’d stare at you so lovingly as he kisses your cheek, blushing and smiling like the 15 year old he is

Ugh ): niki ):

Dance dates!!

You claim you can’t dance to save your life LMFAO (or maybe you can 😳?) but he only grins shyly instead as he takes you to a small dance studio he rented (he didn’t want to take you the belift building where there would be other people - he’d want you to feel completely comfortable).

You’d simply stand there with your mouth dropped open as you watch him freestyle to a random song he put on like it’s nothing

You’d spend the day getting taught some moves by him and although you’re sure you look like a cat getting electrocuted, he still smiles and nods and even claps, giving you compliments and teasing remarks

Overall, dates with niki are so so fun and goofy and perfect. You feel your heart swell every time he takes you out on another little adventure, feeling so complete and carefree between his warm hugs, jokes and words that he has to say to you

(’:

#enhypen headcanons #enhypen fluff #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen fic #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen jake #enhypen ot7 #enhypen sunoo #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jungwon #kpop imagines

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lotsoffandomstoimagine · 3 years

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can you do a revali x reader where the reader is oblivious to his attempts at asking the reader out? can you make the character gender neutral, please?

No problem! Love a bird boy

small note, i always try to make the reader gender neutral, especially if the ask doesn’t specify. sometimes i’ll make them gender neutral anyway because i dont typically use the reader’s pronouns in my work :)

Warnings: None!

He’d be so confused omg

First, he needs to get over his ego and realize that you’re really fun to hang out with and, yeah, he would like to hang out with you more

Then he realizes that he kind of reaaaalllyy likes you

This was 3 months ago. He started trying to ask you out last week </3

He doesn’t get why you don’t understand?? Like he’s complimenting you and everything??

...baby you used 3 different adjectives and none of them were remotely complimentary,,,, also they’re half asleep. it’s 1AM what did you expect

He doesn’t want to say it bluntly, he’s afraid of your rejection

Your best bet is probably asking him out, and yes, he will rub it in your face that “You were so smitten with me, you simply couldn’t resist the opportunity to ask me out on a date!” like,,, shut up chicken you were whipped first

BUT let’s say that one day.. you guys.. were on a mission perhaps? A life or death situation, if you will

And afterwards, he has this “oh crap” moment where he realizes he was so close to losing you

He goes to wherever you are at the moment (probably nearby) and just,,, rests his forehead on your shoulder

It’s almost like a silent confession about time he shut up

Afterwards, things were obviously different for the both of you, but no one ever said anything

He was slightly nicer to you, and complimented you more, offered to help you out instead of taking the opportunity to diss Link, he’s actually standing close enough to brush your shoulders together

It really does get to the point where you have to ask him “What are we...😳”

“What do you mean?” “Like.. are we dating? Are we a thing?” “....” “You’ve been nicer to me, you haven’t insulted Link this week because you were helping me at the stable.” “....” “That’s fan behavior, Revali.” “What?”

He eventually admits that you guys are a thing, he’s just a little tongue twisted.

#botw #legend of zelda botw #loz botw #botw imagines #botw x reader #revali x reader #revali #revali imagines #fluff

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realcube · 3 years

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jealous || kei tsukishima x reader

summary ♡ songfic! kageyama cheats on you and since tsukishima has had to suppress his crush on you for so long, he doesn’t know how to act

song ♡ jealous by eyedress

tw ♡ angst, cheating, cussing, fem! reader, violence

part two ♡ crybaby ( 1 / 2 )

‘you could have anyone you want, why would you want to be with me?’

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Tsukishima thought, watching as you finished telling him the story behind your broken nail, waving him goodbye before skipping over to the side of your boyfriend who just exited the changing rooms, probably to go tell him the exact same story.

Although your little stories annoyed the living hell out of him, it pained him to think that you’d share them with some cunt like Kageyama who probably didn’t give two shits.

It might’ve seemed like he was annoyed by your stories too but in reality, your natural charm was enough to keep him hooked on every word you uttered. And that charm was probably the reason you were liked and known by almost everyone in the school - and due to your appearance, it was no surprise that most guys at the school had their eyes set on you.

So this whole time Tsukishima was aware that there would be competition if he was going to ask you out.

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‘you know, i’m nothing special. be with whoever you want.’

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Tobio Kageyama. Number nine, Karasuno’s first line-up setter - Tsukishima’s teammate. Of course, Tsukishima felt quite bad that he resented Kageyama so much - all over a girl - but in his defence, that girl was (Y/N) and it’s not like Kageyama was humble about it either. In fact, he’d make it a point to talk about all the things he did with (Y/N) whenever he thought Tsukishima was in earshot.

Also, you can’t blame Tsukishima for thinking that you were too good for Kageyama.. because you are. The only reason you two were together was because all the girls started shipping you two together after a video of him as your partner for a rather titillating salsa routine started floating around the school.

The people saying that y’all would make a cute couple gave Kageyama the confidence to ask you out and of course you said yes; why wouldn’t you? Kageyama was the embodiment of everything girls loved: tall, atheletic, passionate (for volleyball), a himbo, cold and emotionally unavailable.

While Tsukishima was almost identical; he was 4 out of those 6 things that girls loved - he wasn’t a himbo, fortunately. Neither was he emotionally unavailable. You even said yourself one time - before you formally met Kageyama - that you just thought he was a flavourless version of Tsukishima.

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‘i don’t care. i don’t care.’

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Perhaps it was just his ego speaking but Tsukishima was almost certain that if he were to have asked you out before Kageyama, you would’ve said yes.

So, why didn’t he?

Well, he planned on asking you to be his girlfriend the same day that Kageyama did - Valentine’s Day - but at the last minute, he chickened out and the letter he had spent 3 hours making for you ended up in the trash. As for the chocolates he bought, he gave them to Yamaguchi. Curse his crippling insecurities!

To be fair, the only reason Kageyama had the confidence or any interest in you whatsoever was due to all the girls perpetuating the idea that y’all would be a cute couple.

Tsukishima sighed as he recalled the first time you ever interacted with Kageyama. You had a dance project which involved creating your own salsa routine and either filming yourself doing it or performing it in front of the class - you asked Tsukishima if he’d assist you by being your dance partner and obviously he said no. Your next best bet was Hinata, so you explained your situation to him and as you know; where ever there is Hinata, there is Kageyama. So he overheard your dilemma and apparently he took dance classes all throughout middle school so he offered to help. Although you had never talked to Kageyama before that day, you still accepted his offer due to the tricky situation you were in.

It frustrated Tsukishima so much at the thought that if he had just swallowed his pride and danced with you, he wouldn’t be feeling a striking pain in his chest at the sight of you intimately kissing Kageyama while he stood there like a statue.

Once he realised what he was doing, he immediately averted his eyes, a sigh escaping his lips as he tried to convince himself that he was neutral about what he just witnessed.

He didn’t care that you were dating someone who didn’t even care about you. He didn’t care about the fact he would’ve treated you ten times better than Kageyama ever could. He didn’t care about how close you were to Kageyama. He was simply unable to give a single fuck about the fact he still loved you.

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‘i don’t wanna know. don’t tell me about your problems if you’re not trying to solve them.’

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“And then I told him to fuck off and my mum got all mad and she was like ‘don’t swear at a 6 year-old!’ but then I was like, ‘Mum, he literally-”

Tsukishima rolled his eyes, you’ve been rambling to him about your shitty experiences babysitting for a good few minutes now but he was simply unable to pay attention. Not when every time he thought of you, his mind instantly focussed on the bruise you had on your neck which he had merely caught a glimpse of this morning, but that was enough to make him feel sick to his stomach. “Do you ever stop talking? Why not tell these stories to someone who cares? Where’s Kageyama?”

You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back in your chair - by now, you were used to him being a bitch to you but recently, he’s been acting especially rude, even Yamaguchi was taken back at how uncalled for his remark was. “Did I do something wrong? Why are you so mean all of a sudden?”

Something about your disappointed tone made Tsukishima’s heart sink, although he wasn’t sure why that was considering he undoubtedly didn’t care about how you felt - you could start crying for all he cared.

“You’re just way more annoying than you used to be.” That was the first excuse Tsukishima could come up with but if he was being completely honest, he didn’t even notice his change in behaviour. “It’s probably all that time hanging out shittyama.”

“Tsukki!” Yamaguchi snapped, hunching forward over his table to flick his blonde friend on the back of his neck. “I agree with (Y/N), you’ve been kinda crass lately.”

You nodded at Yamaguchi’s statement, “Emphasis on the ass.”

It took every bone in Tsukishima’s body to resist snickering at your stupid comment and keep a straight face, “Can you blame me? (Y/N) is the one who never stops complaining like geez, get a grip - nobody cares.”

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‘don’t ask me for my help. fix it yourself.’

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Honestly, Tsukishima wasn’t surprised when you ended up calling him at 1am, crying about how Kageyama cheated on you.

I mean, it was clear that he was only with you for sexual relief as he didn’t show the slightest bit of romantic interest in anyone - and you were too blinded by puppy love to notice that his perception didn’t widen beyond volleyball.

In a way, Tsukishima felt quite bad for you as this was your first relationship and anybody would be heartbroken if they were cheated on but somehow he had managed to gaslight himself into believing that he truly didn’t give a fuck about how you felt. That’s why the call definitely didn’t go as well as he hoped.

“Kei..” You spoke in a low voice in hopes that he wouldn’t realise that you were crying straight away but your faint sobs were a dead giveaway. “Are you busy?”

Tsukishima grumbled, sitting up on his bed and sliding his glasses up his nose, not having taken them off as just before you called him he was scrolling through Reddit anyway. “Eh? What is so important that you had to call me at 3 in the morning?”

“Kageyama cheated on me!” You wailed into your phone, struggling to keep it together even when you weren’t with Tsukishima face-to-face. “S-Sorry I called you. I just, um, I just needed to tell someone and the first person I thought of was you.” That wasn’t a complete lie. I mean, you did try calling Yamaguchi before you resorted to calling Tsukishima because Yamaguchi would undeniably be more compassionate in this situation. However, if it wasn’t for Tsukishima’s recent attitude problems, you probably would’ve called him first,

Upon hearing you say that, his heart fluttered - this should’ve been the first giveaway that he still liked you - but he chose to ignore it, sticking to the idea that you annoyed him and he definitely did not want to kiss your forehead, cuddle you under his sheets and reassure you that you’re out of Kageyama’s league anyway.

“Sorry, (Y/N).” Tsukishima spoke softly. This change of tone giving you the slightest bit of hope that you had finally managed to get through to him and maybe he was going to stop being so insolent and go back to being his old self - the Tsukishima that people actually liked.

“Kei..” You mused, feeling your cheeks heat up at how nice and soothing his tired voice sounded. “I thi--”

“But that doesn’t sound like my problem. Good luck in dealing with it yourself, though.”

With that last comment, he hung up, leaving you more upset than you were to begin with.

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‘she tried to call me yesterday but i didn’t pick up because i don’t got time.’

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Tension was high at practice. Word had gotten out that Kageyama cheated on (L/N) and of course everyone’s opinion on him did a full 180 - nobody wants to train with a dirty cheater.

This news should’ve been the highlight of Tsukishima’s month because not only is (Y/N) back on the market, Kageyama is getting the treatment he deserved for being so horrible to him and (Y/N).

However, Tsukishima was far from pleased with everyone’s behaviour towards Kageyama because now they were all expecting confrontation and since Tsukishima was the one who already had beef with Kageyama, the team thought it would be best if it was him who approached the setter about the recent event.

A horrible idea, in Tsukishima’s opinion. It wasn’t even the fact that he didn’t want to go any where near that milkboy but mostly because he didn’t even know what he’d say to the guy. What do you say in that situation? ‘Hey, man. We’d really appreciate it if you stopped being such a whore. It’s really killing the vibe.’

But lo and behold, here he was, standing across from Kageyama in the empty changing room. Desperately wracking through his brain to find the most appropriate thing to say, which was hard as Kageyama’s stare seemed to burn holes through Tsukishima’s glasses. Also, his mind was already pretty occupied by all the thoughts of how badly he wanted to beat the milkboy to the ground in (Y/N)’s honour.

“What do you want, Tiredshima?” Kageyama inquired, scrunching up his empty milk box and casually throwing it aside, aiming for the bin but it ended up landing a few inches away from it.

Tsukishima tried to resist laughing at the milkboy’s failed attempt to look cool, “It’s-” Tsukishima wheezed slightly as a little bit of that laughter escaped before he took a moment to properly compose himself, “It’s about (Y/N)-”

At the mere mention of your name, the milkboy dipped.

“Uh, where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Tsukishima spat, hastily reaching out to grab Kageyama’s wrist, yanking him back as soon as Tsukishima got a good grip on him. Resulting in the usually agile setter losing his balance and falling back, right onto his ass.

“Don’t touch me!” Kageyama roared, rapidly scrambling to his feet, clenching his fist and snarling at Tsukishima who wore an astounded expression. “Do you have it out for me or something? What does (Y/N) have to do with anything?”

It was shocking how well Kageyama managed to paint the situation to make it seem like he was the innocent one when he was the one who broke a poor school girl’s heart after she showed him nothing but love - but Tsukishima wasn’t one to talk since he probably just added salt to her wound, like he always does, and he’d been thinking about it all night.

“Sorry, your highness, but maybe if you hopped off your throne for a moment and came down to reality to join the rest of us, you’d realise that the world doesn’t revolve around you. Do you know how much your shitty actions affected (Y/N)? She called me crying last night and..yeah.” His voice slowly drifted off as he remembered the events that occurred yesterday, you had called him in a vulnerable state and he simply told you to get to fuck.

Kageyama scoffed, brushing off the dust that clung to his clothes from when he was pulled to the ground, “Eh? Maybe you should practise what you preach.” Kageyama growled, baring his teeth - the little nickname Tsukishima had for him seriously made his blood boil. “She’d come to me on the verge of tears because you called her annoying and she thought you didn’t want to be her friend anymore.”

Tsukishima felt his heart tear apart at the thought of himself causing you so much emotional distress but you were half right, he didn’t want to be your friend - the wanted to be your boyfriend. If it wasn’t for a certain setter who’s name starts with ‘K’ and ends with ‘ageyama’, none of this would’ve happened and you’d happily be snuggled up in his arms while he played with your hair but no, Kageyama just had to get his dirty little setter hands on anything good.

“I mean,” Kageyama muttered, having clearly calmed down from five seconds ago, “She was kinda annoying, so I get why you’d say that. That’s why I did what I did, it wasn’t meant to spite her or hurt her feelings. You get what I mean, right?”

The ignorance; it made Tsukishima indescribably mad. (Y/N) wasn’t annoying - although Tsukishima might’ve heavily insinuated it, in the past - and the audacity Kageyama had to say that she was. Also, who in their right mind thinks that cheating is a rational reaction to irritation?

Tsukishima wouldn’t consider himself a violent person but it was as though the bones in his body acted on their own when he delivered a full-force punch straight onto Kageyama’s cheek. And he didn’t regret it for a moment either - even when the milkboy starting pummelling him into the ground - as he figured that someone had to teach the dick a lesson, why not himself?

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‘i don’t have time. i don’t have time. i don’t have time. i don’t have time.’

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“Kei..hello? I know I’m probably the last person you want to see right now but Yamaguchi told me that you were here and..I just wanted you to know that I, uh, am really sorry and I hope you get well soon.”

#tsukishima x reader #haikyuu angst #kei tsukishima x you #tsukishima angst #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima x you #tsukishima scenarios #hq tsukishima #kei tsukishima #hq angst #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#tsukishima oneshot #haikyuu #kei tsukishima x reader

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boomboombakugou · 3 years

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A Dumb Little Bakugou Drabble About You Guys Spending The Night Together

part one : this one will kinda make sense without reading the first part but it’ll but it’ll just be better if you do. okay here we go ah

It was 1am. You couldn’t sleep, but you didn’t wanna take out your phone in case Katsuki was a sensitive sleeper. He was on the floor and you felt bad, but also didn’t want to make it weird by offering to share the bed.

He was awake too. Neither of you know eachother was a wake and neither wanted to risk waking the other up. He flipped his pillow over to the cold side. You didn’t know if it was an unconscious thing or if we was really awake.

“Katsuki?” You said, sort of quiet, but loud enough for him to hear if he was up. He turned around to face you. The room was dark, but it felt like his red eyes were glowing, burning holes into you. You tell him to go back to bed because you assumed you had woke him up.

“Im already up, what do you want?” He asked you annoyed, but truthfully he wanted nothing more than for you to want something because he was so bored.

You shuffle in your blankets before finally deciding to just sit up, “Cant sleep.” You state. He keeps staring at you. “What? Imagining me naked?” You can’t help but make perv jokes whenever he looks at you.

“Stop making everything weird. I can’t sleep either, it’s just dark as hell in this room so I can’t see shit.” He spits. You don’t move, so he gets up and turns on the light. “Ew freak what if i was naked!” You whisper scream.

“Stop! You’re so weird.” He hisses back at you.

The joke is that when you were getting introduced to the class, Denki pointed back and both Mineta and Bakugou and said, “That’s Mineta.” Of course he didn’t know Bakugou was standing there too. All day long the girls told you about how weird and perverted Mineta was. You thought they were talking about Bakugou, but later you found out they weren’t. It’s still just super funny to you though. Katsuki hates it.

He goes to sit back on the floor, but you scoot over and pat the spot beside you on the bed. “Are you gonna try to kiss me?” He mocks.

You feel his weight press down on the mattress. He looks tired. Calm. He looks calm. Well, calmer than usual. “Stop looking at me, freak.” He says, waving his hands in front of your eyes.

You keep looking at him because you can’t stop thinking about how he says he cries for no reason too sometimes. You can’t imagine him crying. Obviously you knew he has emotions like everyone else, but you just couldn’t imagine it.

“So you cry for no reason sometimes?” You question. He stares at you. More of a glare. An annoyed glare. “Yes. I do. And what about it? I’d still kick anyone’s ass at any given time.”

You hold your hands up in defense. You weren’t trying to make fun of him. It was just interesting. “Cool.” You say as genuine as possible.

Another glare. “Yeah obviously.” Classic Katsuki. This is supposed to be a heartwarming moment, but this man will never miss a chance to flaunt his confidence.

Silence

More silence

The air turns off abruptly, making the room even more quiet. He sighs loudly and throws himself back into the bed so that his legs are hanging off but his top half his laying vertically. “Why do you wanna become a hero Y/N?” He asks. It sounds aggressive and angry, but he genuinely wants to know. Sort of like a judge of character.

You actually don’t know. Why wouldn’t you wanna be a hero? Saving people seems cool, you guess. “Why do you wanna be #1?” You ask, switching the conversation back to him.

He pauses and stares at you in a sorta disgusted way, “It’s less of a ‘i want to be number one’ and more of a ‘i’m going to be number one,’” Pause. “It’s a fact. I’m working to meet my goal and I will end up on top. Fact.” He continues.

A/N: honestly idk where i was going with this... i write them at like 2am when i’m bored. enjoy this though! i might end up making this a series tho🤭 titled “a dumb little bakugou drabble” are we rocking w the idea or no?? i think it’d be kinda fun because i have a lot of ideas. it would be sort of like a slow burn type thing with angst because that’s fun.. should i?! please comment or something telling me if i should lmao.

also reminder that requests are still open for mha charcters😁 it could be whatever you want. also does anyone wanna be added to my tag list i think that’s what it’s called? okay byee

#bakugou scenarios #mha x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugou x reader #bakugou headcanons #bakugou imagine #mha imagines #katsuki x reader #mha drabble

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atzaria · 3 years

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Tour Guide

masterlist

summary: aria meets yunho's family, and is taken on a tour of his hometown.

note: i wrote this at 1am so sorry if there's any mistakes! anyways enjoy!

era: 2019

“aria!” yunho’s mother beamed, as the pair entered the door. aria bowed politely, “it’s so nice to finally meet you, yunho has told me a lot about you,” she said with a slight laugh, taking aria’s hands into her own. she then went on to greet her son, gleaming as she complains that he’s grown even more since they last saw each other.

“i need to go pick up your brother from school, why don’t you show her around?” she placed a loving kiss on yunho's head before walking out the door the idol’s just entered. “so that was my mother,” yunho chuckled, before motioning to aria to follow him towards his childhood bedroom.

there was something about this room that was so comforting. the way all his dance trophies were proudly displayed, how his family put pictures of him hanging, and how his little brother had posters of ateez up on his wall so even when yunho was back in seoul, there was still part of him living here. “this was mingi and i a few years ago,” he pulled out a picture frame and gave it to aria. “we’d met at a dance academy where we became friends, but then we both got accepted to another academy in different places. i couldn’t believe it when i saw him in kq for the first time,” thinking back on the happy memories made him break out into a smile. he couldn’t wait to make more memories with aria and the other members, and couldn’t wait to see what the future holds for the group.

as the evening drew closer, yunho suggested taking a walk around his local town, in which aria obviously agreed to. the air was cold and bitter, both the idols wrapped up in many layers of coats, t-shirts and hoodies. aria couldn’t help but admire the way yunho’s face lit up when he showed her the places of his childhood, from the store he used to go to after school, to the park where he played with his friends for hours on end.

the tour ended at a scenario that was familiar to aria. the pair sat on a bench on a hill which overlooked the town, the sun slowly setting in the distance. it reminded her of her home back in britain, only thousands of miles away. they sat in silence, the presence of one another speaking more than enough words. it wasn’t long before she leaned over and rested her head on yunho’s shoulder, still watching as the sun fell down.

“c’mon, mini, i’ll take you back. don’t want you catching a cold,” yunho broke the silence, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. he was falling deeper for her more and more each day, and he’s starting to wonder if he’ll ever be able to crawl out of this hole.

yunho and aria arrived back to his family home in no time, a sigh of relief leaving both the members' lips as the warmth of the house embraced them. yunho’s little brother immediately ran up to him, giving him the biggest hug she’d ever seen. she couldn’t exactly understand what they were saying to one another, and walked towards the living room. “i can’t thank you enough for welcoming me into your home,” aria spoke in a voice full of gratitude and sincerity.

“any friend of yunho’s is a friend of ours,” his father smiled, putting a selection of food onto the table. meal time went smoothly, aria spoke about stories of her own childhood as well as being told rather embarrassing stories of her group members. it didn’t go unnoticed by his father, how all throughout the meal, yunho’s eyes were pretty much fixated onto aria. looking at her with eyes full of admiration and longing. if he couldn’t make his crush more obvious…

“yunho, can i talk to you for a moment?” his father asked at the doorway of the kitchen, to which the idol agreed and followed him into the room. “look, i know you got a lot going on right now, but i’ve noticed the way you look at aria. the same way all my friends told me i looked at your mother before we started dating,” yunho began to protest, the tips of his ears turning red rapidly.

“it’s ok if you don’t know your feelings, and i know it’s a difficult circumstance. but aria is a special girl, i know how much she means to you. follow your heart, son.”

and for the first time, it hit yunho that maybe aria was the one for him. but was it worth the risk?

#ateez 9th member #ateez ninth member #9th member of ateez #ateez oc #ateez addition #ateez imagines #kpop imagines #kpop oc #kpop addition #kpop female addition #kpop female oc #ateez extra member #kpop extra member #atzaria #era.2019

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ohmyitsfaith · 2 years

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Part 6: Friendly stream

Between the holidays, you and PJ decided to finally play a game together on stream.

"Okay, but like what?" he asked as he sat down next to you on the couch.

"Good question. I don't know yet" you answered as you looked through your twitter feed to see if anyone recommended anything.

"We need multiplayer games" they said.

"I am aware PJ" you sighed and scrolled down.

"Wait! There" he stopped you and you immediately lifted your hand from the mouse. "What about Stardew Valley? It has co-op and you always wanted me to play it."

"Why didn't I think of that?" you questioned yourself. "That's the perfect game!"

"Alright, so it is decided" the got up from the couch.

"Where are you going?" you looked up at them.

"I'm gonna quickly buy and download the game. Then we can start streaming" he smiled.

"But Peej!" you tried to stop them, but they were already in their room. So you just sighed and headed to your room.

You set up the stream and launched the game. When PJ messaged you that he was done, you started the stream.

"Hey guys" you greeted and watched as more and more people started coming in. "Hello everyone, good to see you. Hope you guys had a wonderful Christmas if you celebrated."

You watched the chat go by and soon the questions about the stream started coming in.

"We're gonna play Stardew Valley with PJ" you explained. "Yeah, I just thought I'd let them greet their chat first."

PJ was faster at calling you through discord tho.

"Oop, here we go" you said and you answered the call. "Hi Peej."

"Hi. Ready to start?"

"Born ready" you smirked. "I'll set up the game and send you the link."

"Alright" they agreed.

"Okay what should the name of our farm be?" you asked him.

"Oh, uh… I don't know. How about Daisy Hollow?"

"Did you search cute farm names?" you joked. "Alright, Daisy Hollow it is. What animal do you want? There are cats and dogs."

"Cat, obviously. Is there a grey one?" he asked.

"Yep. Okay which farm type? We can have four corner, standard, riverland, beach, hill top and even forest" you listed.

"I think maybe standard. So I can get used to it" they explained.

"Alrighty. I'll start the game and send you the link in a few."

Not even a few minutes later, PJ was standing in the game running circles around you.

"Yay! Okay, we have parsnips to plant" you told him. "You have your own tools, let's get to it."

You showed him the basics and explored the town together.

"Aw, here's Maru wifu" you smiled and greeted her.

"Wow, Y/n, you just met her" PJ joked.

"Technically in another universe, we're married and have an adorable kid together" you explained. "So she's my wife."

"Are you gonna marry her this game?" they asked.

"I don't know yet. We'll see."

A few days into the game, PJ started getting the hang of it. He really enjoyed the fishing and mining. You did most of the farming, but you helped out with fishing.

"How do you catch so many fish?" they asked.

"I have a mod that skips the fishing mini game. After not being able to catch literally any harder fish in the game, I had enough and downloaded the mod" you explained.

"Ah. I get it. But it's also fun" they said.

"I mean sure. For a while. But you just wait until you try to catch a Legend."

Time passed by quickly and you found yourselves already 12 days in.

"Damn, it's been a long time since we started streaming" you sighed and rubbed your eyes as you glanced at the time.

"Yeah. Should we finish?" PJ asked.

"No, wait. One last day. Tomorrow is the egg festival. And I want to beat Abigail in the egg hunt" you explained quickly.

"But it's almost nine…" he started.

"Please Peej" you requested and looked into the camera with your best puppy eyes even tho he couldn't see you.

"Alright, alright" they sighed. "But that's the last day."

"Thank you" you smiled and went back to some last minute farm work before the clock hit 1am.

"But you should get to your house" they said.

"Just this one tree" you got out before finally cutting down the tree and you started racing towards the house closest to you.

Turns out it was PJ's and you quickly slipped in next to him.

"Sleepover!" you shouted as you clicked on the yes option.

"You always do this" they sighed.

"Yeah, well, I'm the reason our farm looks great. I cut trees and grass and stone and I build the farm buildings" you listed.

"Who earns the money you spend on farm things?" they questioned. "Me!"

"So? That does not mean I cannot just slip in your bed" you shouted out, before laughing. "That did not come out good."

"No it didn't" he laughed too.

"But you know what I mean."

"I do. But please click on continue" they pleaded.

You giggled again and clicked the button. The day of revenge arrived. First you had to water the crops tho, so you sorted that out.

"The Egg Festival has started" you read. "Here I come. Abigail, fear me! This revenge is going to taste so sweet. You won the egg hunt instead of me three times, but I'm here to take your place" you ranted, making PJ laugh as you entered the festival. "I'll be the one- ooh, strawberries. How much should I buy?" you switched.

"I don't know. How much does it cost? Is it even worth it?" he asked.

"Oh yeah. We'll use speed grow on it and they'll be ready in no time. Also, it's money" you sang the word. "So yeah. How much?"

"Maybe around ten? Can we afford it?"

"Yep" you nodded. "Okay, back to the revenge."

PJ chuckled and you walked around, greeting everyone before you started the countdown to the hunt.

You were subconsciously mumbling all throughout the egg hunt, which PJ enjoyed listening to. In the end, you were sitting on the edge of your seat.

"Come on Lewis! Say it! Who won?" you were almost shouting at your screen, really wanting to win the game.

"Calm down, Y/n" PJ sighed.

When the screen said your name, you jumped from your seat and pressed a button on your stream deck to start the celebratory music. You danced a bit to the music, very happy that you finally beat Abigail.

"Congrats" PJ laughed.

"Hell yeah! Thank you everyone! This is a great honor" you smiled and sat down in your chair. "This means a lot to me. I'd like to thank my father…"

"Yeah, yeah. Let's get home" your best friend stopped you.

"Alright" you sighed and did what he said.

You both got to bed and ended the day. You both closed the game.

"Thank you PJ for playing. This was so great" you thanked them.

"Honestly I really enjoyed it. We definitely have to stream again" he smiled.

"Definitely. Well, see you in a bit" you said your goodbye.

"Yep, see you!" they replied and you hung up on discord.

"Well guys, thank you all so much for joining us in this madness. Thank you to all the subs and gifters and the bits as well" you looked at the chat. "I don't know when we'll stream again, but I'll be sure to tweet. Let's see who's streaming."

You looked at who was online and found someone playing Stardew Valley.

"Alright, we're gonna raid a Stardew streamer. They seem to be having fun and their farm is coming along nicely. So, be nice guys" you warned them. "Join the raid and I'll see you guys soon."

You ended the stream and joined the raid. The person you decided to raid was really nice and they kind of freaked out when they saw the amount of people. After the heat of the raid died down, you switched your computer off and stood up. You stretched before going out to the living room, where PJ was already sat.

"What should we have for dinner?" they asked, not even looking up.

"I think just bread, because I ain't cooking anything" you plopped down next to them and their arm went around your shoulder immediately.

"Alright, bread it is" he sighed. "But seriously, the game was so much fun."

"I agree. Kinda sad that we had to stop" you sighed.

"You're addicted."

"You'll be too, don't worry" you smiled at them and you gently slapped their thigh before getting up. "Let's eat dinner. I'm starving."

#kickthepj x reader #youtubers x reader #x reader #kickthepj smau #lost time ff

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fromthehellmouth · 3 years

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One for Sorrow, Two for Mirth

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Part Two! Part One here. Maledictus! Femme! Gryffindor! oc. Some tension & angst! original prompt suggested by @hyacinthsandbooks

Drawing by me and inspired by scenes from the story.

Overview:

Tom find’s Lucia in an embarrassing moment, which later goes awry as they find themselves in a compromising situation by unforgiving eyes. Tom causes a bit of a scene in front of Lucia’s friends.

...I couldn’t stop thinking about the way his bright eyes flashed in that cold room. It was as if the only thing my head could focus on were those piercing eyes and the image of that magpie darting right toward me.

I decided to go for a flyover of the grounds again tonight, and buy time before I could confront Tom about his nighttime leisures. Defeatedly, I cleaned up my mess of books from the commonroom table by the fireplace and dropped my bag on the surface with a thud. I ascended the staircase to the girls’ dorm and in the dark I wandered to the window where I opened it about halfway. My housemates knew of my struggles with insomnia and the girls in the dorm with me had begun to routinely shut the curtains surrounding their beds because they knew I would be up with my light for hours into the night. Although I wasn’t in the commonroom before they fell asleep, it had become somewhat of a routine, and I appreciated the privacy for continuing my transformations. Changing into my winged self I perched on the propped open windowsill. The view overlooked the grounds, and in the far reaches of the horizon I could glimpse the outline of the thick woods in the distance, “forbidden to students” was obviously not a clear enough restriction, I thought, and propelled myself into the crisp open air.

The weather was beginning to get colder, and some leaves had begun to yellow on the tops of the trees surrounding the castle grounds, beautifully blending with the indigo sky to create a haze of emerald green that wafted through the chilling air. It reminded me of his eyes, the striking sea-green, the thick dark lashes and the low furrowed brows that screamed of caution and thinly veiled anxiety. I let my mind wander as I surveyed the hills for his familiar frame, and finding nothing I circled back to the south of the castle toward the Black Lake. The large body of water looked almost completely black with the exception of tiny sparkles that shimmered and twinkled like the reflections of the moon’s imitation of the stars in the sky. Diving down to the lake I soared closely above the surface, feeling small sprays of water splashing up against my body as I cut ripples in the water with my talons. It was a carnal and otherworldly feeling, pure visceral adrenaline, your core pounding with desire. It must have been like what dragonologists feel like when they fly their first dragon, touching the rough scales with their bare hands that they’ve studied for years, or what aurors feel like when they finally see the dark wizard they’ve been stalking bound with their incarcerous charm. My mind followed the train of thought through to its end, soon plunging the images into the realization that I would have none of these accomplishments by the end of my human life. These realizations never ceased to make me feel so hollow and full of dread that I wished I could just fly into the horizon and forget my anxieties. There was that unexplainable comfort with being a beast that paired with a dread of never living my life as a witch to the extent I had dreamed of since I was so little.

My wings had begun to get more wet, and I decided to circle around back to the courtyard, to dry off my dark feathers. The grounds were unexplainably peaceful as I flew over the endless clusters of tonal-green forest-tops, the moisture in the air beautifully cohesive with the scent of pine, fir, and balsam that wafted up from the leaves and needles below. It smelled like a winter wreath, like a childhood Christmas, like a walk in the forest on a snowy day. The time must have been near 1am, and after checking the large gothic clocktower my suspicions had been confirmed. I had found my way over the courtyard fountain, and I looked for a place to land. Swooping down from my aerial position, I perched myself on one of the winged stone gargoyles decorating the reflective pool. Floating down into the pool below I cupped some water up with my beak and let it fall down my throat as I raised my beak to the night sky. My feathers completely wet at this point, and for a moment I had forgotten about looking for Tom. It was, of course, in this moment when he revealed himself.

“There you are.” His cool voice seemed to slip down my neck.

I froze, suddenly my body felt cold, shivers ran down my wings over and over, and I knew there was nothing I could do. I couldn’t fly away, he had seen me, and I couldn't act as though I was a regular bird--you could spot a magpie easily from afar. So I changed. My hair was wet, and my face felt damp and cold. The shivers hadn’t stopped, and it was as if my body had gone into a state of arrest, almost feverish, just cold and damp and also somehow simultaneously, my face felt so very hot.

“I was waiting for you,” I lied, looking up at him through matted eyelashes, my bare feet still stood in the fountain. I always removed my shoes when I transformed, and the clothes we wear before we change materialize as we form back into our human selves. I couldn’t take my mind off my freezing feet.

“It looked like you were playing in the fountain.”

“I wasn’t playing, I was cooling down.”

“Do you get very heated when you fly the campus looking for me?”

I didn’t say anything, I looked away and wrapped my hands around my arms, feeling a shiver wrack through my body.

“You don’t look very hot now.” I saw him remove his robes and fold them over his arm, taking a step toward me. “Here, take my robes.” A glint of moonlight flickered in his enchanting eyes.

“I don’t need them,” I shook my head. “I’m not very cold.”

“I’m not asking you if you want my robes, I’m telling you to take them.”

Another shiver.

I swiftly pulled the long draping fabric from his strong arms, my hands swiping it around my shoulders, allowing the robe to settle on me. I soon realized they were meant for someone much much taller, and the bottom of the robes had brushed the surface of the pool I was still standing in, and the fabric had begun to darken in the water. He held out his forearm, and I cautiously clutched it, stepping out of the cold water onto the even colder stone courtyard floor.

Suddenly, the massive doors of the clocktower begun to shudder a monstrous creak as they slowly snuck open. Without warning, Tom grabbed my arm, and aggressively thrust my body along with him as he ran behind the wall at the far end of the courtyard. Behind the shadow of the stone wall he pushed my body against it, and silently raised a finger to his pink lips. “Don’t make a sound.” He whispered, barely audible. The door continued to groan, and footsteps could be heard as someone entered the courtyard.

“Is anyone out there?” a hoarse voice called. The caretaker? Was it a professor? His face was so close to mine, but the movement happened too quickly for me to process it immediately. I felt his hot breath on my neck, and I also felt the awkward tension thicken. He turned his head to the side in a feeble attempt to break it. He couldn’t move back, or the side of his frame would be in view of the investigator, and we couldn’t move farther into the shadow or our steps would be heard. I soon realized my bare foot and his shoe were actually touching, and I could feel the outline of his clothed ankle with my bare one. I desperately wanted to look down at the strange arrangement of our feet, but I worried that he would think I was looking at something else, so I moved my head to the side as well. The footsteps ceased for a moment, and as Tom begun to move his face closer into the light, in a moment of falter I quickly grabbed his face with my left hand, preventing him from exposing our location.

“No!” I let my mouth form the words but said nothing, and quickly removed my hand, I soon felt the hot red blush flow up to my cheeks. I couldn’t help but look down at our feet--our still touching feet.

***

“Quite the close call,” Tom whispered after the footsteps ceased and the door made a small shudder. His expression was blank, but I could tell he was confused by my sudden touch and our intimate position.

We walked into the light together and immediately froze in our tracks. Professor Merrythought stood in front of us, her arms crossed and a concerned look shone across her pale, aged skin. A gray curl of hair fell in her face and her lips were pulled tight in a reluctant frown.

“Lucia?” Her voice shook slightly, as her focus seemed to shoot right for my face. “Mr. Riddle?” She turned to Tom, who had straightened out his stance, attempting to gain back some dignity after being caught out far past curfew even for a prefect.

“Mr. Riddle, you will see me after class for detention. Off to the dungeons. Now.” She sternly pointed to the door leading back to the castle. Tom shot me a look full of a feeling I couldn’t place, and walked briskly to the door, not looking back. “Lucia...” I swallowed. “Come with me to my office and we’ll have a talk.” Her lips had come together once more to form an small apologetic frown, as if there was nothing else that could be done but many things she wanted to do.

We walked silently through the castle, and my pace a meter or so behind her made me feel small, and childlike. I let my head hang, and I felt completely foolish walking in the castle still, with no shoes on. My bare feet made soft patting noises as I followed the echoing click Merrythought’s shoes. Her office was massive, and I had been invited to it on only one other occasion which had been when we discussed my curse for the first time. The walls drove up to the ceiling in pointed arches, leaving the center of the room shaped in a beautiful dome. She had a large roaring fireplace at the front of the room with long red velvet couches flanking it. In the far back of the room was her desk and her numerous bookshelves lining the walls. She lead me to one of the couches where she beckoned me to sit, my feet overlapping at the awkwardness of my strange exposure.

“Lucia, I know we have not discussed the status of transformations recently, would you like to talk about that?” She let out a heaving sigh.

“They’re still voluntary at the moment.”

“I see,” she started, and turned away, walking toward the back of the room where a kettle sat on a little furnace. “And I assume that is how you got down to the courtyard, considering you are not currently wearing shoes.”

“Yes professor, that’s correct. I haven’t been sleeping very well lately and I found that releasing my stress by flying has been very calming.”

“You know I want to see you finding helpful ways to cope with your anxiety but I cannot openly condone breaking school curfew. Tea?”

“Yes please, miss.”

“I know your situation is quite unique, and so if this were any other student I’m sure we would be having a very different conversation.” I saw a faint flicker of a smile prance across her thin burgundy painted lips. “Milk or sugar?”

“No thank you.”

“Which is why you came with me and not to detention.”

“I’m very grateful for your pardon.”

“There is not much else I can do it ease your surely... frustrating transition.” She handed me the hot cup and sat down across from me. “Now, I must ask what you were doing out in the courtyard with Mr. Riddle.”

“I had just barely noticed him when you found us.”

“That is not how it appeared to me.”

“It’s the truth... I just went out by myself and he happened to find me.” I muttered. She didn’t have to know I was hoping to find him. She also didn’t have to know I had met him before, and she definitely didn’t need to know--

“You are wearing Mr. Riddle’s robes, Lucia.”

A shot of panic rushed down my core. I had completely forgotten I still had them on, and suddenly I felt so exposed, as if my wardrobe had utterly switched, leaving me with no clothes... but my feet covered with warm wool socks... There was no way to explain this without looking as if I was trying to meet with him after hours.

“He gave them to be because he saw I was wet...” I quickly tried to explain. “I was in the fountain.”

Merrythought slowly closed her eyes and let her brow furrow deeply as she brought her hand up to her temple and gently massaged her skin. She looked strangely young, and I saw remnants of my mother’s countless disappointed expressions in her current face.

“Please never let me find you out at 1 in the morning with him again or I will have to take house points.”

I nodded, and sipped my tea in silence. Merrythought had gotten up and walked to her bookshelves where she returned with a small black leather book with gothic script scrawled across the smooth surface:

The History of Magical Blood Curses and Afflictions.

“Chapter thirteen.” She said, handing me the book as I finished my tea.

“Thank you for the tea professor. I’ll just go straight to my dorms, then.” She muttered something in response I couldn’t understand as I quickly rushed from the room, my feet pattering in an awkward tapping rhythm in the halls as I made my way to the Gryffindor tower.

***

It was strange to think of how intimate I had gotten in so little time with that boy, considering we had never spoken before yesterday when he had come across me in the fountain. I didn’t even know his name until a few days ago. Tom. It rolled off my tongue, it seemed so natural and sweet--maybe too natural, as I realized I had accidentally said his name out loud while I was changing. A girl named Jude, with enviously-beautiful wavy copper hair turned to me after she slipped on her slightly thinning, likely hand-me-down shirt. She lazily raised her eyebrows, cooly bringing her thick hair up in a messy ponytail, her hair waving around in the movement.

“Did you just say Tom?” she smirked slightly, removing the ribbon from her teeth and wrapping her hair in the thin, smooth fabric.

“No--I didn’t say anything.”

“Come on Lucia, what did you just say?”

“Nothing, Jude.”

“You just said Tom, I heard you. Were you thinking about him?” She fell back onto her bed, bringing the uniform’s socks up over her ankles.

“What Tom, it’s a quite common name.”

“So you were thinking of a Tom, then.” My stomach cringed and I tried my hardest to hide a defeated expression from peaking through. “Is it the Tom everyone in our DADA class has been talking about? The Riddle boy? You know, the Tom whose boggart was that terrifyingly ghastly corpse that made Merrythought end class early?” I swallowed hard.

“Perhaps it’s that Tom, perhaps it’s another Tom.”

Jude looked up at me through her lashes and raised a brow critically. She just opened her mouth in a small grin and let out a small huff, getting up from the bed and finding her shoes. We finished dressing in silence, but some of the other girls who had begun to watch our escalating conversation looked at each other and exchanged small smiles. I sniffed, and put a thick button-up cardigan over my blouse, I felt a fever coming on--most likely because of getting in that damn fountain. I glanced at his robes I awkwardly kept with me after Merrythought sent him to the Slytherin common room, and when I came up to my dorm I quickly took them off before anyone could see me in them. The black robes sat neatly folded under my bed, the accents of dark green shone on the top, and his silver prefect badge pinned on the green strip glinted slightly in the dim light. Pushing it slightly farther under my bed, I put my loafers on and followed Jude to breakfast.

***

I sat at the Gryffindor table, my hands wrapped around a small cup of black tea, and my body shivering slightly. It felt so unreasonably cold in the Dining Hall, but I suspected it was just a cold or a fever creeping into my immune system. Not being very hungry, I finished my tea before anyone was done with their meal, and was suddenly interrupted by a firm hand being pushed into my shoulder. I almost let out a small gasp as I turned to see who had touched me. Tom stood next to me, looking down from his tall height, his lips were opened slightly, and his eyes looked dull and tired. His hair looked slightly messier than normal, and a single strand of hair fell into his face.

“Hello Lucia.”

“Oh, hello Tom.” The air felt so thick and I felt like the entire hall had gone quiet as we spoke. I felt Jude’s eyes prying into the side of my face.

“I came by to ask for my robes back.” Good Godric! He did not just say that in front of the entire Gryffindor table! I felt heat immediately rush to my cheeks as my eyes widened and my mouth hung slightly open in confusion.

“Well… I--I don’t have them with me right now Tom, I’m not sure what you expect me to do.” My stomach felt tight and constricted inside me and I swallowed hard.

“I’ll just come with you after class then.”

“I suppose that’s fine.” I say calmly as my heart races simultaneously.

“Splendid. And I see you’ve finally found some shoes.” His eyes danced down my body to my feet and back up to my eyes. With that, Tom left the table.

“What the bloody hell?” Jude’s mouth sprung open in a teasing grin, her tongue ran across her bottom lip in a taunting fashion. “You’ve got his clothes Lucy? Tell me why the hell you’ve got his clothes! I didn't even know you knew Riddle.”

“It’s so complicated...” I whispered, my face fell into my hands defeatedly. I was in shock--the way he worded his comments insinuated so much more than I felt comfortable with the table knowing. I began to picture the taunting that would surely happen in the common room later. How was I going to explain my situation without revealing my blood curse? My mind jumped from worry to worry... He acted as if we knew each other, as if we were close friends with inside jokes who share each other's clothes--or even worse, that we were in the position to mix up our clothes… I couldn’t imagine the kind of things Jude would say about the incident, so I decided to pretend it didn’t happen. Unfortunately, that was the last thing my mind allowed me to do.

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no service (gbd)

the boys do their first no tech challenge since you and grayson get together, and though they make it, something goes terribly wrong at home

word count: 5k

warnings/tags: angst, worried!grayson, hurt!y/n

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Your POV:

“I dunno, I just have a weird feeling about this one.” Grayson’s fingers were twisting and untwisting the hem of your shirt, his nerves evident as you laid next to him in bed.

“Gray you’re gonna be fine, it’s just like before. You’ve got the van, and you’ve done survival stuff. Everything is gonna work out. I am gonna miss you though,” you gave him a sad smile.

Since you’d started dating, you’d been attached at the hip. You still had an apartment of your own, but if you were honest you needed to just bite the bullet and sell it - you practically lived with the twins, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. But that also meant that this was going to be the first long-ish stretch that you weren’t with each other.

“It’s just 7 days baby, it’ll go by so fast.” Now he was comforting you, of course.

“You’re gonna have the best time, I can’t wait to see the video when you get home.”

“I’d send you pictures, but you know we won’t have our phones,” he sighed, running a finger along your jawline. “Not being able to see this face all week is gonna suck.”

You blushed deep red, warming his fingertips before you pulled away and crawled across the bed.

“Hey, where ya goin’?” Grayson pouted, but you ignored him for a second, going over to the dresser where you kept some of your clothes full time. You reached down, pulling out the little album that you’d been making as a gift for Grayson down the road. You pulled out one of your favorite pictures; from one of the first weeks that you’d been dating, it was the two of you with the LA skyline in the background, with you looking up at him as he smiled.

“Here, take this with you.” You handed him the photo. “I know E will probably give you shit, but just hide it somewhere. Make sure you bring it back though, that one’s my favorite.”

“I love you,” he responded, but you barely heard it, because at that exact moment Ethan was banging on the door and yelling “GRAY! C’mon it’s time to go!”

“And i’m going to kill my brother,” he groaned, reaching out and pulling you to him tightly, falling back on the bed. You landed on top of him, and his lips were on yours before you could say anything. He kissed you roughly for a minute, a bit of urgency there as he knew you weren’t going to be able to do this again for a while. Ethan knocked on the door again, and you felt Graysons arms tighten as he rolled over, putting you underneath him

“Go Gray, before he beats the door down,” you teased, pushing gently on his chest.

“I could just stay here with you,” he countered, raising an eyebrow.

“Go,” You giggled, pushing harder.

“Fine, fine,” he grumbled, kissing you again before getting up. “Alright E, I’m coming!”

You followed him to the door where Ethan was standing in the doorway.

“Finally get him to stop crying and leave?” E asked.

“Oh shut up,” you teased, pushing on his chest so you could get by. He followed you, slinging an arm around your shoulders as you headed out to the van, which you knew was already packed.

You stayed out of the shot as they filmed a little intro explaining what they were doing. Grayson was so much more excited these days in all the videos, but even more so in the ones that had to do with adventures. You watched as the locked their phones in the box they’d used before, storing it under the benches in the van.

Once the cameras cut, Gray made his way back over to you, wrapping you up in a tight hug.

“I love you. I’m gonna miss you so much,” he murmured into your hair.

“I love you too Gray. Be safe.”

“You too. Call Ricky if you need anything okay? He’ll still have his phone for emergencies.”

“I’ll see you soon.”

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Grayson’s POV

His mind was already wandering as he continued driving down the road, already in Arizona. They were headed to Big Bend National Park, with the new challenge of not using their phones for navigation. Ethan was actually a good navigator, so once he got on the right highway it was just a matter of driving through Arizona and Texas, then down to the Mexico border to get to the park.

“I think all this footage is gonna be sick, and I’m excited to get some star shots once we get to the park,” Ethan said. Gray just nodded along, watching the road.

“You good bro? You’re off, I can feel it.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just have a pit in my stomach about this whole thing. It’s makin’ me anxious,” Grayson explained, fists tightening on the wheel of the van. Ricky was in the back, sound asleep.

“What about it though? Is it something specific?” Ethan asked.

“I can’t put my finger on it. I just have a weird feeling. I’m sure it’s nothing, I’m just in my head.”

“Is it Y/N?”

Sometimes, Grayson really hated sharing a mind. And this was one of those times. He stayed silent, which was enough of an answer for Ethan.

“She’s a fully capable person Gray. She’s gonna be fine without you for a few days.”

“Thanks asshole, I know. Just drop it.”

“Whatever,” Ethan shrugged, settling down into his chair a bit more, crossing his arms and getting comfy for the long trip ahead.

And a long trip it was. They made it to the park around 1am, and were amazed at what they saw. Above them was the whole milky way, clear as day.

They shot a quick clip explaining the main reason they’d come all the way to Big Bend.

“It’s a certified dark zone, which means no one is allowed to have building with lights out here. So theres no light pollution at all, it’s one of the best places in the world to see the stars,” Ethan explained. Grayson wasn’t paying too much attention; instead he was gazing up, and suddenly missing who he wanted beside him more than anything.

It was going to be a long few days.

Your POV:

The first four days were alright. You spent your time wandering around the house, enjoying all the space. You sat in Ethan’s comfy chair in the living room while you watched netflix, cuddled up in one of Grayson’s blankets from his bed that you’d dragged with you. It smelled like him, and it was comforting.

When that got boring you’d change into a swim suit, heading out to the pool - you’d given it a good cleaning, which you knew the boys would be thankful for when they got back. You were determined to get more of a tan than Gray by the end of the summer, and if you had any chance at all you needed to get a head start.

By day five, the boredom was starting to get to you. You wanted to talk to Grayson, see his face, see his smile, hear his laugh. You even resorted to going back and watching a few of your favorite videos of theirs, just to hear his voice. You felt pathetic while you did it, but you also couldn’t really bring yourself to care too much if you were honest. All throughout the day you caught yourself pulling out your phone to text him, but you knew he wouldn’t see them.

Still, you’d send a message just for fun, knowing he would see them once he got back and was allowed to have his phone. You could just imagine his face when he got back and saw all the little messages you’d left.

miss youuuuu

hey u should come home now, k thanks

I stole your favorite hoodie and you’re never getting it back oops

im gonna hide all your building stuff, that’s the level of boredom i’m at

this shit sucks

i love you

I wanna go on the next adventure :(

But as you sent the last one, it sparked an idea.

You could make your own adventure. Nothing was stopping you, and you had nothing better to do. The weather was nice, and there was supposed to be some good surf coming in.

And so, that was that. You packed up a towel, your wetsuit and some sunscreen, heading out to the car. You decided to take the Bronco, just because it had the surf rack on top. Grayson still wasn’t too keen on anyone driving his car, but he trusted you with it more than Ethan, and you knew he wouldn’t really care.

So you packed up your surfboard, struggling a bit to get it on top of the roof and strapped down - Grayson always made it look so damn easy. But you managed, finally getting in and heading to the beach. The drive was beautiful, as always, but you missed being in the passenger seat with Grayson’s hand on your thigh.

Damn. These last few days were gonna suck.

Grayson’s POV:

“I think we’re really getting the hang of this bro. I’m excited. We could do this full time, for real,” Grayson grinned, packing up a few things in the van while Ethan filled up the packs with water. Ricky was filming, so he took the opportunity to explain what was happening.

“So guys, today we’re going on the longest, and most difficult hike in Big Bend. It’s called South Rim, it’s about 14 miles total, but we’re gonna split it up and actually camp about halfway so we can get even cooler views tonight. Now, Ethan and I like to say we’re hikers, but honestly, we kinda suck.”

“Yeah, we uh, we’re not great,” Ethan chimed in.

“So this should be fun!”

“Oh yeah, great time.”

“And obviously we don’t have our phones, so we’re gonna have no idea what time it is, we won’t be able to call for help if we get, ya know, mauled by a mountain lion or something.”

“Bro, why would you say that!?” Ethan groaned.

“It’s the truth! Well, I guess Ricky has his phone though, so we’d be alright.”

“My phone hasn’t had service since we got here,” Ricky countered from behind the camera.

“Oh we are so fucked dude,” Ethan grumbled.

And in all honesty, it put a bit of a pit in Gray’s stomach, knowing he wouldn’t be able to contact anybody if something happened. But he pushed the thought from his mind, moving to help his brother pack up the tent and begin their trek.

Your POV:

The beach wasn’t too crowded, which was a blessing. When you said you liked to surf, it usually meant that you liked to catch 1 wave out of the 50 you tried for. You were a beginner, that was for sure. There were only about 20 people on the entire beach, and a few surfers out on the break, with the lifeguard keeping a close eye on them.

Even if you didn’t feel it, you looked the part in your wetsuit, board tucked under your arm. You snapped a quick picture, sending it to Grayson’s non-existent phone just for kicks.

wish you were here! you’d be laughing at how much I’m gonna suck. love you!

After it sent, you put it away in the waterproof box you’d brought. You made your way over to the lifeguard station, waving up at the man sitting atop the chair.

“Hey, I’m here by myself, do you care if I leave this box here with you?” You asked politely.

“Yeah that’s fine. Be careful out there,” he responded, not taking his eyes off the water. You put it down by the legs of the chair, jogging towards the water. The ocean was cold when it hit your skin but you adjusted quickly, diving in and heading out to the break.

And as you predicted, you missed practically every single one you tried to get up on. You hit the water over and over again, your arms sore from pushing up to standing, even if it was to no avail.

You began paddling in after about an hour, accepting defeat, when suddenly you noticed everyone beside you paddling out instead of in.

The lifeguard’s whistle came too late. By the time you turned around, the wave was already there, towering feet above any that had come prior.

And you were right in the break.

You’d read about these before. Rouge waves, you remembered. Random waves that come from nowhere, with no apparent cause. You had just enough time to suck in your breath before it crashed directly over your head.

It felt like the inside of a washing machine looked - that was the only way you could describe it. And then you felt something warm on your head, and everything went black.

Grayson’s POV:

It was the morning of day six, and Grayson had never been more ready to get home. The pit in his stomach was a rock now, and he had no explanation for it at all.

“Bro we’re actually disgusting. Like we need a real shower somewhere, or we’re never gonna get the smell out of this van,” Ethan said. And he was right. After all the hiking and sleeping in the tent, the three of them reeked.

“We could do a gas station shower, we just gotta map our way there without our phones. I don’t think that breaks the rules, we just aren’t supposed to use technology,” Ricky shrugged.

“Alright sick, we might as well start driving. Gray, you okay?” E asked.

“Yeah. Just don’t feel good,” he mumbled. He kept himself curled up in the back of the van, head resting on the table as Ethan found his way out of the park and towards the nearest town.

Grayson couldn’t figure out what was bothering him so much. He wasn’t dehydrated, he hadn’t eaten anything bad. He should be having the time of his life, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. It was like the time that Ethan had cut his leg open when they were kids; Grayson wasn’t near him, but he just knew. It was exactly that feeling, except Ethan was right there in front of him, perfectly fine. So he just kept his head down, hoping whatever it was would pass.

They found the gas station about 45 minutes later, and the three of them headed in eagerly. Maybe a good warm shower would clear his mind.

And once he was done, he did feel better. But only slightly. It was getting harder to breathe. He headed out, noticing that Ricky was already in the van and Ethan was waiting outside.

“Gray, dude you don’t look good. What’s wrong?”

“I think I’m getting sick man. I’ve been sick to my stomach since yesterday, and I feel like I can’t breathe now. Maybe I’ve got a really bad allergy to something out here. I’m sorry man, I’m trying to shake it so I can be up for the video, but I don’t know where it’s coming from.”

“Guys.” Ricky’s voice was serious, much more serious than normal.

“What’s up?” E asked.

“I just got service again, and I’ve got 12 missed calls, all from the same number. I don’t recognize it though. LA area code.”

“Call it. Call it now.” Grayson’s answer came before he could even think about it. He felt like he was going to hurl.

Ricky dialed it back quickly, holding the phone up to his ear. The twins climbed in the back, sitting down across from him at the table.

“This is he.” Ricky said. “Um, yeah, yeah he’s right here.”

Grayson’s blood went ice cold when Ricky held the phone out for him.

“It’s for you.”

He felt robotic and he reached out, taking the phone and putting it up to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Mr. Grayson Dolan?”

“Yes.”

“Hi Grayson. We’re just calling on behalf of Ms. Y/N Y/L/N from King Hospital, you’re listed as her primary emergency contact.”

“Is she alright? What happened?”

“She’s stable right now. We don’t have all of the details, she’s been in and out of consciousness. She was in an accident -”

“Accident?” Grayson’s voice cracked, and Ethan stiffened up beside him. As if it was instinct, he felt his brothers hand on his shoulder, anchoring him just enough that he could listen.

“She was out surfing at Manhattan Beach, the lifeguards said there was a rouge wave. They got her out quickly, but they think she hit her head on some rocks when she went under. She wasn’t breathing when they got to her, but she was stabilized in the ambulance. She told us to call Ricky off her phone when she was conscious because you wouldn’t have your phone. We’ve had her sedated so her brain could rest, but it looks like we’re going to need to take her in for surgery, because we found some deep lacerations on her head and want to check for anymore significant damage.”

“Surgery?” Grayson expected himself to go numb, but he almost had the opposite. He was so overwhelmed that it was crippling. “How soon?”

“As soon as we’re able. She isn’t able to give consent, so we needed to get in contact with you if possible. Are you able to get here quickly?”

“I’m - I’m not in the state, I’m in Texas.”

“Well, a telephone consent will do,” the nurse said.

“Oh. Okay, yeah. Yeah, I consent. Do what you need to, please just be careful.” It was dumb thing to say, he knew that, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Thank you Mr. Dolan, we will. And we’ll keep you updated. Should we call at this number, or the one you have listed?”

“The one I have listed is fine, I have it now.”

Ethan knew exactly what that meant and was immediately scrambling to find the box with their phones while Ricky got the key ready off his keychain.

“Alright, speak soon Mr. Dolan.”

And with that she hung up the phone.

“I’m gonna be sick,” were the only words that Grayson could manage as he crawled to the back of the van and hurled over the bumper. Ethan followed him, holding onto his shoulders and trying to stabilize him so he didn’t fall out.

“What do we need to do Gray?”

“Drive. We need to get home, now.”

Without further questions, Ricky climbed into the drivers seat as they closed up the back of the van, immediately heading in the direction of California.

When Gray finally managed to get enough air in his lungs, he was able to look up at Ethan, who was sitting opposite of him.

“Y/N’s hurt. I think it’s pretty bad.”

“Tell me what happened.”

And so he did, to the best of his ability. He didn’t have very much information, which was the hard part. But he told his brother everything that the nurse did.

“Well, if she was with it enough to give them Ricky’s number instead of yours, that’s good. That means she was alright when they got her in the ambulance.”

“Right. I wonder if she tried to call me.” The thought made his stomach tighten.

“Your phone was dead, it’s charging up front right now. Either way, we’re headed back as quick as we can.”

Grayson noted that the van was moving quite quickly - Ricky was definitely speeding, but he didn’t care.

“E.”

“I know Gray. I’m scared too. But she’s gonna be alright. She has to be.”

She’s gonna be alright

He repeated the words over and over again in his head, sometimes mumbling them aloud. A few minutes later, his phone was charged. Ethan climbed to the front to get it. Without having to ask, Ethan knew that Grayson wanted him to screen his texts, just to see. And he could tell there were texts from her just by his face.

“E. If she text me about all this and I didn’t answer, I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.”

“She wouldn’t have been able to, she didn’t take her phone in the water. These are all from before.”

He held out his hand.

Looking at the texts was his undoing. He could hear her voice, clear as day in his head as he read them, making it all the much harder. He began to sob, uncontrollable ragged sounds. Ethan put an arm around his shoulder in silent support, as he often did. And Ricky continued down the road.

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It was the longest 15 hours of his life. They’d checked to make sure it wasn’t quicker to stop in Phoenix and put Grayson on a flight - driving straight through was faster. But god it felt like it was taking years. He held the picture he had of him and Y/N in his hand, but he couldn’t look at it for too long without losing it.

Ethan was driving now, with Grayson in the passenger seat - he hadn’t been forced to take a turn, everyone knew he was in no shape to drive.

Everyone in the car was on edge, which meant they all jumped practically to the ceiling when Grayson’s phone rang. He answered on the first ring.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Dolan?” It was a different voice this time.

“Yes.”

“Hi, this is Y/N’s surgeon, just calling with an update. Y/N is out of surgery, and she did great! No complications, and the damage seems pretty minimal, though we’ll have to see once she wakes up.”

He took his first real breath in the last 15 hours.

“That’s great news. Thank you.”

“So she’s in recovery right now, but she’s gonna be unconscious for the next 30 minutes or so. Should we be expecting you?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m headed there right now, I should be there in about 25 minutes according to my GPS.”

“Alright perfect. Well, she’s in room 828 on the post op wing when you get here, just sign in at the desk and we’ll bring you up. We’ll take good care of her.”

“Thank you so much doctor.”

“She’s alright. Out of surgery, should be waking up soon,” he explained as soon as he hung up. The relief was obvious, especially for Ethan. Gray had been so caught up in his own worry that he’d forgotten how worried Ethan must be - Y/N was practically his sister. Grayson watched as his brother pressed just a tiny bit more on the gas, racing towards the hospital.

When they arrived, Grayson couldn’t get out of the van fast enough. He bolted for the entrance, with Ethan in tow. Ricky stayed in the car out of privacy, offering to get them anything they needed.

They went through the motions of check in - something they were all too familiar with - and Grayson followed the nurse up to the post op floor, where he was transferred over to the nurse that had initially called him.

“She’s starting to stir just a bit. Just to prepare you, we aren’t sure how confused she’s going to be when she wakes up. With the mixture of anesthesia and her concussion, she may be very out of it. Just be patient with her, she should come around to her normal self within the next few hours. She’s right through here.” The nurse stopped outside the door, opening the door with a gentle push.

“You wanna go alone, or do you want me with you?” Ethan asked, hesitating.

“With me.” He didn’t have to think about it.

Grayson went in first, and if Ethan hadn’t been behind him, he probably would have fallen to his knees. Y/N was in the hospital bed, gown over her still form, her head partially wrapped in gauze. She had oxygen tubes in her nose and was breathing deeply, laying flat on her back, eyes closed. Just the image of her in the whole hospital garb was enough to bring tears to his eyes. He hated it more than he could have imagined.

Once he was stable enough on his feet, Grayson headed to her bedside. As he got closer, she started to stir a bit, fingers twitching as he sat down as gently as he could on the side of her bed. It was as if she knew he was there already, even though he hadn’t said a word or touched her at all.

“Mmmmmm.” She started to make a noise, her dry lips parting.

“Baby?” Grayson leaned forward, taking her hand in his, careful not to move her IV.

“Mmm- mad.” She mumbled, eyes still closed.

“Mad?” He looked back at Ethan for clarification, but he just nodded. Grayson raised a hand up to cup her cheek, and she smiled, resting her head in his palm. He revealed in the feeling, taking it in.

“Bronco.” This time, her word was clear, though it didn’t make anymore sense.

“Baby. Y/N, can you open your eyes sweetheart?” Grayson coaxed, rubbing his thumb along her cheekbone.

“Tryin’. It’s heavy,” she said, scrunching her eyebrows. He could tell she was really doing her best, which made his heart squeeze a bit tighter. When she finally managed to lift her eyelids, he could tell she was exhausted.

“You’s gonna be mad at me,” was the first sentence she managed to string together, though all her words were drawn out and slightly garbled.

“Why would I be mad at you baby?”

“I drove the bronco, left it at the beach. Probs some homeless guy living in it,” she said, resting all the weight of her head onto his hand.

“It’s okay. I really couldn’t care less about the car right now.”

“Don’t say that, Ethan will be big sad.” She gasped then, sitting upright a little more. “Ethan! Hi buddy!” She had just noticed him at the end of the bed. She blinked hard, like she was trying to bring him into focus.

“Hey girly, how yah feelin?”

“Got a cracked skull, but i’ms okay. But guess what?”

“What?” He asked.

“Still smarter than youuuuu,” she shrugged, and Grayson couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

She really was back to normal.

“You want me to go get the car?” Ethan asked, sitting on the opposite side of her bed and for once, choosing not to throw a comeback. He really had been worried.

“I don’t have keys. Or my phone. I left em with the lifeguard,” she pouted, her lip curling down. If it wasn’t so pitiful, he would have found it adorable.

“It’s okay, we’ll figure it out. Don’t worry about it,” Grayson reassured her, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead.

The nurse came in then to check on her. Ethan moved out of her way, and Grayson was about to move away, but Y/N grabbed his hand, using all her strength to hold him there.

“Don’t go,” she whimpered, and he swore he could feel a piece of his heart crack.

“I’m right here, just getting out of the nurses way,” he promised, kissing her hand and standing next to the bed.

“You guys are fine, I’ll let you know if you’re somewhere I need to be,” the nurse smiled. “How’re you feeling Y/N?”

“Sore, but okay.”

“Well, you’re a trooper. I’ve never seen anyone come out of anesthesia so clear headed before. Now, you might get confused in a little while, but that’s just the concussion, and it’ll pass, okay? Just gotta give it time. You just rest and give your body some time to heal. You should be ready to rock and roll out of here in the next few days, okay?”

“M’kay. Is my phone lost forever?” She asked.

“Actually the lifeguard that pulled you out dropped off your box with your things earlier. It’s over there with your other belongings.”

Grayson made a mental note to find that guy and thank him profusely in the future. Ethan went over to the personal items bag, bringing it over to the bed. Y/N started to rummage through it, pulling things out one by one.

When she got her wetsuit out - which took some effort - she frowned, running her finger over the new cut that Grayson assumed was made by the paramedics. He tried as hard as he could to not picture what the ambulance looked like when that cut was made.

“They cut it,” she pouted. “That was my favorite one.”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” Grayson reassured her.

“M’kay,” she mumbled, satisfied. She cuddled down a little bit into her pillow, obviously exhausted. Grayson continued going through the bag, getting the keys and her phone out of the box.

“I’m gonna get the car before it gets towed. Give you all a minute,” Ethan said quietly, having a hand out for the keys.

“Thanks bro. I’ll keep you updated.”

He was extremely grateful, but he couldn’t find the words. He hoped Ethan knew.

“Gray,” Y/N said quietly.

“Hey baby, I’m right here.”

“M’tired,” she murmured, holding a hand out. “Can we sleep?”

“You can sleep sweetheart,” Grayson reassured her.

“C’mere. Come up here,” she said, patting the bed next to her.

Grayson obliged, sliding his arms under her knees and behind her back, scooting her over just enough so that he could slide into the bed beside her.

“Much better. I missed you. Maybe don’t go for so long next time,” she said, curling up against him and getting as close as she could.

“Don’t worry. I’m not leaving you for a long, long time.”

“Sounds good to me,” she mumbled, but she was already falling asleep before the end of the sentence. So Grayson held her close to him, relishing in the feeling and lulling off to sleep.

#I really love this #I watched too many of their survival videos haha #lynds writes #grayson imagine #grayson imagines #grayson dolan #dolan twins #grayson dolan imagine #grayson dolan x reader #dolan twin imagines #ethan dolan

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sapphiretsuki · 4 years

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Road Trip Gone Right? <M>

Keeping my promise to myself here and writing. I am a heathen and start with a goal of like 1.5k max, but somehow I end at 4k. I’ll keep trying. T_T Also, in line with my self challenge I am again writing for a fandom outside my comfort zone. Loosely edited because its 1am and I’m tired :] @channiesmixtape Thank you again for your undying support, ilysm <3

Pairing: Felix x Y/N

Warnings: Uhhhhh, smut, oral, voice kink if you squint, nothing major really. Condoms. (safe sex is good sex too)

cr. to google for the lovely pic

It was the dreaded season of traveling and for whatever reason your school had decided that they weren't going to allow anyone to stay on campus over break. It was your tradition to bask in the quiet whilst all the other students went home and to friends and on trips, but not this year apparently. As if the universe were conspiring against you, your mother had also decided this was going to be the year that all the family, including by extension your best friends family, were all going to gather and celebrate the new year. Whatever. Why people wanted to celebrate that time was passing as it always did was beyond you, but that's how you found yourself in the front seat of your longtime friends car. Felix seemed just as dejected as you about the long drive and the mandatory mingling that was going to occur.

You and Felix had been quite the pair for as long as you could remember. You were about 7 when you met and you had saved him from some punk on the playground who thought being a little shithead was the way to be impressive. You kicked the little fucker in the shin and before you could follow through with a punch he was frantically scooting to run away. When you turned to check on what you thought was an adorable little girl you were met with a starry eyed Felix and he'd been your sidekick from that moment on. As fate would have it, he ended up being your next door neighbor. Gazing at his profile now while he was driving it struck you that at some point he'd grown to be quite masculine and incredibly striking. He always had been beautiful to you, but these days there was something more and you just couldn't put your finger on what it was.

Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you reached out to turn on the radio. Maybe music would help whatever this feeling was. It was probably just anxiety over the long drive and the anticipation of being subjected to people you didn't get along with very well. You were unique and not quite the cookie cutter image of perfection that the rest of your cousins were and they never wasted an opportunity to let you know. As if sensing your thoughts, Felix's deep voice broke through the thoughts again, "Penny for your thoughts?" he asked. "Huh? Oh. It's nothing really. Just thinking about the cousins and wondering what brand of hell they'll try to subject me to. I haven't seen them since I started college you know."

His laughter rang out through the car and made you feel a bit better. "I'm sure that no matter what they try, you're still far smarter than them and a hell of a lot stronger too. Try not to worry Cheeks." At the mention of your special nickname you couldn't help but smile. A bit precocious growing up, and definitely the most vocal of the children, you'd earned the title of cheeky which had in turn affectionately turned into the nickname Cheeks. As much as you were dreading this visit, it made you feel infinitely better that Felix was going too. Not that he had any choice either. Just as you had become fast friends at a young age, your families had become some sort of hybrid family through strong friendship.

You must have finally relaxed enough to fall asleep at some point because you awoke with a bolt. There was a loud bang and Felix slammed on the breaks. "Shit, what the hell was that?" He put the car in park and turned the hazards on before turning to you and telling you to stay put. He pulled out his cellphone and turned on the flashlight before stepping out of the car. You anxiously watched him walk around the car and disappear as he squatted down. You were praying he hadn't hit some woodland creature because from the looks of it you were in the middle of nowhere and that was a very real possibility. You jumped as he tapped on your window. "Can you pop the trunk for me? We appear to have a flat." You nodded and unbuckled your belt and climbed over to the drivers side to hit the latch for the trunk. As you sunk back into your seat you could hear him digging around in the trunk. A flat wasn't so bad. Sure it wasn't ideal, but at least there would be no dead animals or screwed up undercarriages right?

Just as you were coming to terms with a small hiccup in the journey you heard another bang followed by a few expletives that made you quirk an eyebrow. That was unlike Felix. You were the one with the foul language problem. If he was cursing something must be terribly wrong. Curiosity getting the better of you, you snatched the keys out of the ignition and stepped out from the vehicle. "Whats going on short stack?" you called out as you approached the visibly frustrated man. "The spare has a crack in it. My roadside assistance doesn't have anyone that can help. They'll reimburse me, but we're going to have to call a tow and probably find somewhere to spend the night since I'm sure there isn't a garage open at this hour." Well shit. This was going to be a pain in the ass. "Okay, which part do you want me to start looking up? How about you figure out the tow situation and I'll see if theres a motel or something. Where are we even anyway?" you asked trying to laugh at the circumstance you found yourself in.

Two hours and a ride on the struggle bus with cellular service later you found yourselves in the lobby of a motel that made you feel like the star of a horror film. You were in some backwood town with a population of almost no one and there were nothing but trees for days. The receptionist or owner or whoever she was seemed friendly enough, but she also reminded you of a walking corpse. Her bony hand deposited a key into your palm and with a toothless grin she rasped out your room number. You thanked her and went to collect Felix and your bags and hightail it to somewhere with a lock on the door. This whole evening had made you feel uncomfortable and all you wanted was to sleep so morning could come and you could be back on your way. Funny that there was something that made you feel worse than spending time at home, but here you were.

Juggling your bag and the room key you were having trouble making the key go into the lock. A warm hand stopped yours from shaking and suddenly closer than you remembered him being, Felix silently took the key from you and ran his fingers over the back of your hand before inserting the key into the lock and opening the door. He gestured for you to go in first and continued to hold the door open as you pulled yourself together and stepped into the room. Feeling around on the wall you found the switch and flipped it. As the light flickered on, yes flickered, because your life obviously needed to resemble a horror movie down to the last detail you let out a groan as you looked around. There was only one bed. It was rather small also. You weren't sure it even qualified to be called a full. There was absolutely no way that you were going to have either one of you taking the floor though. You'd definitely indicated two beds at the desk, but something told you this wasn't a problem with a solution. The place was so ancient they still used key locks, and the lady downstairs looked like she came from 1900 directly. You turned to Felix as he was dragging your suitcases in to break the news to him.

"Looks like we're going to be revisiting our childhood tonight shorty. Theres only one bed and like hell either one of us is sleeping on the floor." His head snapped up from what he was doing to shoot you an incredulous look. "Y/n, I'm far from short anymore compared to you and that," he says pointing in the direction of the bed, "is not a bed. That's fit for a large child at best." You wondered what had him so obviously upset, but you chalked it up to the frustration of the situations that seemed to keep arising. "Felix, believe me, I realize this is less than ideal, but it's what we've got. We both have a long day ahead of us tomorrow, you especially, so we're just gonna have to suck it up and do what we gotta." You said placing a hand on your hip and turning your other palm up towards the ceiling in a gesture of both sass and nonchalance. "I'll see if theres a pizza joint or something in this town, why don't you go take a shower first? It'll help take some of the tension off." He nodded and went towards the bathroom while you dove into trying to get a signal to see if you could figure out food.

Miraculously after the fight of the century with your service you were able to locate pizza. Even better was that they delivered. Downside of the size of the town you were in was that the person on the other end of the phone knew exactly who you were, and described you as 'that poor stranded couple'. Well whatever, food was becoming more necessary by the minute since you'd relaxed a marginal amount and your stomach felt like it would eat itself. You were giddy with excitement and digging through your purse for some cash when Felix reappeared. You didn't notice him at first but when you looked up and there he was in nothing but a pair of low slung sweats with a towel hanging around his neck you let out an audible gulp. He quirked an eyebrow at you, but before he could question what your problem was, you snatched up some clothes and stuffed some money in his hand. "I'm amazing and pizza should be here any minute. I'm gonna go shower now. You don't have to wait for me to eat." You said to him as you brushed past and quickly made your way into the safety of the bathroom.

Once you shut the door, you placed a hand on your chest to calm the beating of your heart. What was wrong with you today? Sure it had been a while since you'd seen Felix shirtless. And wet. But it had never affected you like this before ever. It was like you were discovering that he wasn't the person you'd known most of your life. Just when had he gotten so toned? His lithe body was beautiful and always had been, but when had it also been appropriate to describe him as manly? Stepping into the scalding spray of the shower you prayed that you were just hungry and tired and it was making you crazy. Washing with a speed you normally reserved for things you disliked, you scrubbed away the filth of the day. Wrapping a towel around yourself you rubbed some of the fog off the mirror and after toweling your hair out as much as you could, ran a brush through it. You rubbed your skin vigorously and put on your tank top and realized you'd forgotten your panties. Laughing at the luck you'd had today you just shook your head and pulled on your pajama pants.

When you returned to the room the soft light and sounds of the TV accompanied Felix and his pizza. Belatedly you realized there wasn't likely to have been any sort of plates or anything to use and cursed yourself for not asking. Oh well, things still could have been far worse today so you were gonna stuff your face and call it a night before the bad luck that seemed to be following you around could claim any more of your energy. You plopped unceremoniously on to the bed next to Felix and snatched up a piece of pizza. As you took a bite you let out a moan at how delicious it was. "Really y/n, sometimes I think you'd be happiest with food in your hands at all times." Felix said, chest rumbling with laughter. Your face suddenly felt like it was on fire and you were oddly embarrassed even though this exact scenario had played out many times before. "I just love food and am hungry enough to eat a cow right now short stuff." You huffed out indignantly. Still slightly laughing Felix reassured you that it was fine and he was only making an observation. You felt jittery and nervous still even though you'd checked off all the things you thought were the culprits so you decided to initiate bedtime.

"I think we should get some sleep, we have a lot to do tomorrow and we still have a lot of miles to cover." Felix seemed to mull over your statement before he nodded his agreement. He began to box up the remainder of the pizza and you went to brush your teeth. Making your way back to the room you heard Felix's phone chime and picked it up from the dresser it was sitting on to hand it to him. You weren't being nosy but you saw a name that made your blood boil a little bit. It was one of your catty cousins and now you were wondering what the fuck he was doing talking to her of all people. Unable to help yourself you spat out at him, "What are you doing talking to her?" As soon as the words were out you couldn't believe yourself and your hand flew up to cover your mouth in embarrassment. "You know what, I'm tired, never mind, disregard my craziness, I'm just gonna lay down. "As he stared at you with wide eyes, he responded anyway. "They occasionally text me trying to snoop I think. I just stored the name so I'd know to ignore because I made the mistake of answering a message once before." Well now you were feeling a whole lot more awkward. Deciding that there was safety in silence you simply nodded and laid down in the bed.

Getting under the covers you scooted as far to the side as you could. You weren't sure how you were going to handle being that close to Felix's shirtless body with the maelstrom going on inside your head but you were just going to have to try. Sliding under the covers and in turn being closer to you than you thought was explicitly necessary he pulled the blanket up over you both and whispered to you, "Good night Cheeks." His deep voice laced with a tired rasp sent a shiver down your spine and it hit you then like a bolt of lightning. Holy shit, you were in love with your best friend. Your best friend turned you on. Holy shit, what the fuck. Sleep was probably going to be a problem with your heart hammering away in your chest. Staying as still as you could so as to not draw attention to yourself you mentally went over all the signs trying to figure out when the hell this had happened. You thought Felix was asleep and you turned to look at him. His breathing had evened out and his plush lips were slightly parted. The moonlight coming through the window cast a soft light and made the smattering of freckles on his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose look exceptionally gorgeous.

With his eyes still closed he shocked you when he began to speak. It was as if he could sense your restlessness even though you weren't moving at all. "I can feel your eyes y/n," he drawled and you went rigid. "Not to make things weird, or weirder, but I thought about you when I came last night." Now it was your turn to give the wide eyed stare. He cracked one eye and looked at you and slowly started to grin. "Y-you did?" you squeaked out. He turned to face you and it's not like you had anywhere to run, the bed was so tiny. You were close enough to feel his breath ghost over your face as he continued, "I thought I might have been imagining things but it seems you're just as affected by me Cheeks. You were calling me short stack still so I was a little unsure, but if you could have seen how hungry you looked earlier and I'm not talking about food." You should have known it was going to be a short lived secret but you were reeling that within such a short time of you realizing you had feelings and physical attraction he was calling you out on it. Felix had always known you better than you knew yourself sometimes.

What he didn't expect was that you wouldn't put up a fight about it. He was prepared to spell it out for your stubborn ass if need be, but you saved him the effort and planted your lips on his. You kissed him with all the hunger he described moments before and pulled away, chest heaving. "How long? How long have you known that we could have been doing this? How long have you been thinking about me when you cum?" You shoved him so he wasn't on his side anymore and climbed on top of him before he could do a thing about it. Looking at his face you were searching his eyes as if they held the answers. What you found instead was a look of lust so dark you couldn't do anything except seal your lips to his again. He didn't fight back and instead placed his hand on the back of your neck to turn your head slightly. He licked your bottom lip seeking entrance and you obliged. His plump lips felt so soft on yours and as his tongue swirled with yours you unintentionally found yourself grinding your hips into his as you let out a moan.

Felix also let out a groan at the friction and decided he'd had enough. He flipped you so your positions were switched and you found yourself again marveling at how manly was now how you'd describe him. Caged in between his arms he leaned down and nipped on your throat. Practically growling in your ear, his voice sent shivers down your spine. "I'll show you exactly what I was thinking about when I came if you want me to y/n." If you had been wearing underwear they would have been absolutely ruined. His voice was already one of your favorite sounds in the world, but right up in your ear making lewd suggestions had you feeling like you were coming unraveled. He placed open mouthed kisses along the column of your throat and reached to tug on your shirt. He pulled it up and helped you take it off only removing his mouth from your skin long enough to get it over your head. He continued down your chest and down to your hip where he hooked his fingers in the band of your pants. You lifted your hips so he could pull them down. "Well well, Cheeks, I never thought you'd go without panties, but that certainly makes things easier on me. He took a moment to appreciate your beauty and you found yourself feeling shy. He trailed a finger down your stomach and began to lightly tease your pussy until you were squirming with need. Just when you thought you couldn't take the teasing anymore he slid a finger into your slick folds and then into you.

"A-ah, Felix, more," you whined out. You were so turned on it was practically unbearable. He seemed pleased at your request and inserted another finger and started pumping in and out at a slow pace. He curled his fingers upward and began rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb as he picked up the pace. You began to feel the curling heat and tightening up in your stomach and knew you were going to cum. He could feel your walls clenching around his fingers as he brushed past your sweet spot with every pump. Just when you thought you were about to completely lose it he pulled out and immediately attached his lush lips to your clit and sucked on it. Your orgasm washed over you like a waterfall and he held your stuttering hips in place as he worked you through your high. Feeling like the personification of bliss you reached down and ran your fingers through his hair. He kissed his way back up your chest and you pulled his face to yours to taste him.

"We're not done just yet, y/n. I still haven't shown you everything I was thinking about when I came." You had just barely come down from your high but you felt as if you could cum all over again at his suggestion. He reached over to the nightstand and retrieved his wallet and pulled out a condom. As he went to tear the foil you placed a hand on his wrist, "Can I?" You asked. He allowed you to take the packet from him and he pulled off his sweats. As his cock sprang free you were absolutely stunned. He was so much bigger than you thought he'd be and now you were wondering where he hid that and how it was going to fit. You grabbed at his dick and gave it a squeeze before rolling the condom down his shaft. He moved to lay you back down and lined his cock up with your entrance. He slid the head through the slippery remnants of your earlier undoing and every time he brushed your clit you twitched with need. Finally, finally he started to slide his cock into your warmth. Slowly at first, giving you plenty of time to adjust, he inched inside until he was all the way in. Buried to the hilt he stilled so you could get used to his size and then began to pump in and out of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he began to pick up the pace.

He set a brutal pace and you gasped and panted. Your erotic voice was making him impossibly more turned on. As he thrust into you your cries of pleasure spurred him on. He shifted slightly and pulled your legs up so they were over his shoulders. The change in position allowed him to go deeper and with every pump he fully dragged across your g-spot and you felt the familiar ache starting to build again. He continued to thrust and reached out to rub one of your nipples. "Ahhh y/n. You look so beautiful. Look and the way your pussy just devours my cock. This is exactly, ah, what i was thinking about while I got myself off." His voice, and the pure filth coming out of his mouth were enough to send you over the edge. Your walls clamped and spasmed around him and you came on a cry of his name. "Ah F-Felix, fuck." His rhythm became sloppy as you rode out your high and soon he was spilling his release with a loud groan.

You were both sweaty, panting messes. As he began to soften up he slipped out of you and removed the condom. Tying it off he tossed it in the direction of the garbage can before returning to you and the bed. He wrapped you up in his arms and kissed you on the forehead. Before you could even get a word out his phone was chiming again. You gave him a look that said he should check it and so he grabbed it. It was your cousin again and you were struck with a brilliant idea. You knew it was probably partly them snooping like he thought, but there was also the knowledge that they were jealous of your relationship with Felix. "Lemme see your phone," you said with a smirk. He shrugged and handed it to you. You opened the camera and snapped a selfie of the two of you. Her message was some ‘what are you doing’ type thing so you sent the picture and then powered his phone off with a satisfied smile. He let out a little laugh at your antics and from your position with your head on his chest it was the best sound in the world.

Waking up much later than you intended, and certainly more sore, you reached to check the time on your phone. You were met with the family group chat notification count being astronomical, and also a notification from your favorite cousin. It read, 'I know that was you bitch'. With a smile you turned the phone towards Felix who was wondering what besides him had you so smiley this morning. You were rewarded with his eye smile and morning voice telling you, "You're something else Cheeks, but damn I love you."

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yespleasetommyshelby · 4 years

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Need you now ~ Jay Halstead

An imagine based on the song ‘Need you now’ by Lady Antebellum - I kind of got lost in this one, it’s a tad long... feel free to send requests :)

‘Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor, reaching for the phone cause I can’t take it anymore...’

Sighing I look down at the broken photo frame on my bedroom floor, six pictures all showing the smiling faces of a couple perfectly in love, not knowing that a few months down the line it’ll just be memories. Jay Halstead, the most kind, thoughtful, loving man I had ever set my eyes on, a detective for Chicago PD, the guy who caught my eye the minute I walked into the little bar my uncle owns. We would have been together a whole year today, if only it hadn’t all gone wrong.

He was working a case involving prostitutes that we’re being sold into human trafficking they caught the guys at the head of the gang he changed that night and he hadn’t been the same since, that was three months ago, and it’s been a month since the night that it all fell down.

“All we ever do is argue Jay! Ever since that case it’s only been arguing!” I yell pointing my finger at Jay as tears slowly made their way down my face.

“You don’t understand y/n! You don’t know the things I saw, things that nobody should ever have to see!” He yelled back his fists balled up at his sides, his eyes sparkling with tears that he’s holding back.

“You’re right Jay, I don’t know what you see in your job, but I do know that you made a promise. You promised that no matter how bad the job got you wouldn’t let it come inbetween us.” I said quietening down to normal speaking volume.

I sighed turning around and walking into his bedroom grabbing my small duffel bag that was under his bed and haphazardly throwing the stuff I had left there into it, furiously wiping away the tears that refused to stop.

“What are you doing?” His pained voice came from behind me. Picking up the bag I turned round slowly only to be met by his bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks. “Please don’t go.” He begged quietly looking down at the ground.

“I’m sorry Jay, but you need to get your head on straight before we can even think about being together.” I said placing my hand on his cheek briefly before walking away to the front door, turning and taking one last look as he stood in the hall watching me. “I love you Jay Halstead, and I always I will.” I whispered quietly but loud enough for him to hear me, opening the door I barely heard his faint whisper before I closed it and walked away.

“Please don’t leave me.”

The sudden ping from my phone recieveing a message brought me out of my reminiscing, looking down I noticed that it was 8:30pm, right around the time Jay would be getting home. Shaking my head I looked at the message to see it was from Adam, one of Jays friends from work, I’d met the whole team and had become pretty close with Adam and Kim.

Adam - Hey, the teams heading over to Molly’s, everyone would love to see you, especially Kim. We’ll see you there y/n.

Sighing I put my phone down, I miss them, of course I do, but I know that he’ll be there and I can’t bring myself to face him. Looking back at my phone I didn’t realise I had another message, this one from Kim.

Kim - Hey, I know Adams already asked but I just wanted you to know that Jay’s a mess, he hasn’t been the same since that day, please talk to him.

Feeling the tears slipping down my cheeks once again I slowly pulled myself up and climbed into bed. I can’t call him, not yet.

‘And I wonder if I ever cross your mind, for me it happens all the time..’

Lying in bed I couldn’t help but to think about the first time I’d met Jay, it was at Molly’s the bar that my uncle owned with two of his fellow firefighters. I had just moved back from New York after finishing my degree, and according to Uncle Chris Molly’s was just the right place for a celebration.

“Hey Matt, who’s that?” I asked noticing a guy sending me a small flirty smile as I sat at the bar with Matt, a man who is just like an uncle along with most of the other guys at the firehouse.

“Who? Oh that’s Jay Halstead, he’s a detective at the 21st.” He answered sharing flirty winks and smiles at Gabby who was serving at the other end of the bar. Yuck.

“The same district as that Voight guy?” I asked knowing that they had some kind of problem a while back.

“Yeah, but thats in the past now, besides, Jay’s a good guy.” He smiled holding his beer up as a greeting as Jay walked over.

“Hey Casey, who’s this?” He asked sending me what was more of a smirk than a smile.

“Jay this is y/n, niece of Herrmann. Y/n this is Jay detective at the 21st, anyway, I’ll be back in a minute.” He introduced distractedly as he stood up from his stool and followed Gabby into the back room. Okay, their seriously like horny teenagers.

“So, it’s nice to meet you y/n niece of Herrmann.” Jay smiled sitting down on what was Matt’s stool, holding his hand out for me to shake.

“It’s nice to meet you too Jay detective at the 21st.” I giggled taking his hand in mine, and as they say, the rest was history.

Wiping away the tears I grab my phone seeing that the time is now 10pm, I’d wasted an hour and a half thinking about Jay, I doubt he even thinks about me anymore. Although that doesn’t make it any easier to not think about him.

‘Another shot of whisky, can’t stop looking at the door... Wishing you’d come sweepin’ in the way you did before...’

*Jay’s POV*

“Hey Gabby, can I get another one?” I slurred slightly as I held up my empty shot glass for her to see.

“Sure you’ve not had enough detective?” She asked with a raised eyebrow as she poured the drink.

“Nope.” I said bluntly before lifting the glass to my mouth, the sour liquid slightly burning my throat.

“Jay man, you gotta slow down.” Adams voice came from beside me as he took a seat on the stool next to me. “I text her, and so did Kim, you know those two are like sisters, she’ll come man.”

“You know, this is the place I met her, it was at yours and Kim’s engagement drinks, she came in with Casey and Severide, she was sat right here, I was over there.” I said pointing over to the table where the rest of intelligence were sat. “She looked me right in the eye and gave me a breath taking smile, I was hooked man.” I said smiling slightly as I looked over at the door remembering that night, hoping she’d walk through any second.

“To Adam and Kim!” We all cheered as we raised our glasses before downing the shots.

Just as I placed my glass back on the table Casey and Severide caught my attention, well not them exactly, but the woman they were with. She was wearing a short black dress with a heart shaped cut out over her chest, her y/h/l y/h/c curled slightly so that it bounced when she walked. I watched as Severide walked away leaving her and Casey sitting at the bar when she caught my eye, she held eye contact for a few seconds before she gave me a small smile, a smile that while I didn’t know it at the time, would be the view I loved to see the most.

“Go talk to her man.” Kevin nudged me in the side slightly obviously noticing the girl that had my attention.

“Nah man, she’s probably with Severide, she came in with him and Casey.” I shrugged slightly feeing disheartened that I may not get to know this girl.

“She’s single you know.” Kim spoke up nodding over to the girl. “She was at the firehouse the other day when Voight sent me over, she someone’s niece I think.” She shrugged going back to her conversation with Adam.

“Go get her man.” Antonio laughed shoving me slightly, taking a breath I walked over and Casey introduced us before he left to go find Gabby, I’ve still got to thank him for introducing me to the best person to come into my life for a long, long time.

“She’ll come man, you just gotta wait.” Adam said patting my shoulder before walking back over to the team.

Nodding my head slightly I pulled my phone out of my jacket pocket, 0 messages, 0 calls, and it’s already 10pm, looking down I stared at my home screen for a few seconds, a picture of me and her the night that I asked her to be my girlfriend. I miss her so damn much.

‘It’s a quarter after one, I’m all alone and I need you now... I said I wouldn’t call but I lost all control and I need you now...’

*y/n POV*

My phone pinging next to my head on the pillow woke me up from my not so deep sleep, reaching around in the dark to find it, it takes my eyes a few seconds to adjust before reading the text.

Kim - He’s been sat at the bar since we got here, he’s waiting for you.

There was a picture attached, a picture of Jay sitting at the bar in Molly’s on his own, empty beer bottles in front of him. The picture alone made my heart break, checking the time I saw that it was 1am, picking up my phone I couldn’t help myself but to call Kim, I can’t face talking to him.

“Hello? Y/n?” Kim’s voice came through the speaker, along with laughing and faint music in the background.

“Hey Kim.” I smiled slightly just hearing her voice. “How is he?” I asked quietly.

“He’s bad y/n, he’s refusing to leave because he thinks you’re going to show up like how you did the first time you met or something, I’ve never seen him like this, he needs you.” She spoke sadly, pressing the switch in my head as I pulled myself out of bed and rushed over to my closet.

“Kim, listen, I’m on my way, but please don’t tell him I’m coming, just keep him there and safe, please.” I asked as I pulled out the dress I had worn the night we’d met. “I’ll there in ten.” I said hanging up quickly.

Almost ripping my pyjamas off I pulled my dress on and rushed into the bathroom to apply a bit of foundation and mascara before running a brush through my hair, that’ll have to do. Grabbing my leather jacket I walked out into the cold air, jumping in my car and rushing round to Molly’s.

I need him too.

‘It’s a quarter after one, I’m a little drunk and I need you now... I said I wouldn’t call, but I lost all control and I need you now...’

*Jay’s POV*

“She’s not coming man, let’s get you home.” Adam said as he came back over to the bar, shaking my head I checked the time 1.15am.

“She’ll be here.” I slurred as I nursed my eight beer of the night, not including however many shots I did.

“C’mon, I’ll drop you off-“ “No man, I’m not leaving this bar till she comes, I need her, now.” I raised my voice slightly cutting him off, still slurring as I looked over to the door where people were leaving.

“Alright, alright, we’ll wait with you.” Adam said raising his hands in surrender and walking back over to the rest of the team who were looking at me with worried eyes

Rolling my own I turned back to my phone, 0 calls and 0 messages. She’ll come, she has to. Not being able to help myself I pressed her number and listened to it ring before it went quiet. Voicemail great, maybe she really isn’t coming...

‘And I don’t know how I can do without, I just need you now...’

*Y/n POV*

As I sit in the car staring at the bar over the road I couldn’t stop my hands from shaking, this is it, all I’ve gotta do is walk in there and get him back, easy peasy... right? Shaking my head I opened the door and climbed out before making my way across the street, slowly pushing open the bars doors. As soon as I stepped foot inside I could feel all eyes on me, but mine never left him as he swirled his beer around in its bottle, looking over to the rest of intelligence I couldn’t help but smile slightly at the grins on all of their faces, Adam mouthing a quick ‘thank you’. Slowly I made my way over to Jay and took a seat on the stool besides him.

“Y/n, niece of Herrmann.” I said quietly watching the side of face, seeing how he turned confused before realisation suddenly took over.

“You came.” He whispered as he looked me up and down almost checking I was real. “I didn’t think you would come, I thought you hated me.” He said quietly, a lone tear falling from his eye, breaking the damn I had up, a slow flow of tears falling down my cheeks.

“Of course I came,” I started, wiping the tears from my face with a small laugh. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the day I left. I love you so much Jay Halstead, I just need you to talk to me after a hard case, not keep it bottled up.” I said quietly reaching over and taking his hand in mine.

“I love you so much y/n, and I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make sure you have the best life anyone could ever ask for.” He said standing up and pulling me up with him, wrapping his arms around my waist as mine went around his neck.

“I’ll never let you go again.” He whispered before he placed his lips on mine, moving in perfect sync like we’d never been apart. Slowly moving away the sound of cheering got my attention, the rest of intelligence came over hugging and congratulating us.

“Sorry I’m not staying long, I just came to get him.” I smiled slightly as I looked over at Jay who was already watching me, a big smile on his face causing mine to grow.

“Come on loser, let’s go.” He laughed wrapping his arm around my shoulder pulling me to the exit.

“I will leave your ass here detective.” I joked snuggling into his side as we walked out of Molly’s saying goodbye as we went.

“You’re never leaving again.” He said stopping next to my car looking down at me seriously.

“I know baby, I missed you much.” I smiled sadly a single tear escaping which he wiped away with the pad of his thumb. “I love you Jay Halstead.”

“I love you more than you could ever know y/f/n y/l/n.”

‘Oh baby I need you now...”

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