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seokjinsdisciple · 3 years

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Riddikulus - fifteen

jungkook x reader, hogwarts!au, enemies to lovers!au

Warnings: language, memory loss, talks of break ups, bullying lowkey, kinda fluffy at the end

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“So here’s the deal,” Tae started, sitting on the couch in the Room of Requirement, “As far as I can tell, we can’t undo the spell without seriously fucking up her brain.”

“Like how badly?” Namjoon groaned, burying his head in his hands.

“Like mush,” Tae said, shrugging as Hobi elbowed him.

“So we can’t do anything?” Yoongi said, letting his head hit the back of the couch.

“Not that I could find,” Tae said quietly, a sigh leaving his mouth as Jungkook walked in.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said, walking over to a nearby arm chair, “When I told Madame Pomfrey what happened she made me talk to the headmaster.”

“And what’d he say?” Hobi perked up.

“Well good news is that Seonghwa is being expelled,” he started, watching as some of the tension in the room was lessened, “Jin lost Gryffindor 150 house points though!”

“Seriously Kook? That’s what you’re worried about?” Jimin asked.

“Sorry, it’s just,” He started, running a nervous hand through his hair, “Gryffindor hasn’t lost the house cup since I’ve been in school.”

“Can we focus please?” Namjoon asked, shooting an irritated glare to Jungkook., “What did he say about the memory charm?”

“He said if any one of us tries to remove it he’ll take our wands and make sure we never practice magic again,” Jungkook grimaced, “He said its impossible to undo, and if she really wanted that memory gone, it was none of our business.”

“So we just sit here and pretend everything’s fine?” Yoongi asked, an incredulous look on his face.

“At least he’s getting expelled,” Hobi said, leaning against Yoongi’s side.

“I think I’d kill him myself if he wasn’t,” Namjoon muttered, giving Tae an appreciative smile as he leaned over and started rubbing his shoulders.

“Jin’s a mess, Joon,” Hobi added, “You should really talk to him.”

“I just can’t right now,” he sighed, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand, “I can’t believe he would do something like this without even telling me she was thinking about it. I just need some space from him for a while.”

“We can respect that,” Yoongi spoke up, “But don’t forget that you’re madly in love with each other and literally soulmates. One mistake doesn’t change that.”

The boys huddled around Namjoon as his shoulders shook, the feelings of the day finally catching up with him as he let his tears fall freely. The boys stayed like that for a while, comforting each other as worries and concerns kept coming up. When they finally called it a night, they all went their separate ways, no one noticing Jungkook heading in the direction of the hospital wing.

You woke up in time for your first class, thanks to Jungkook tossing one of your shirts at your head.

“Get up,” he said, running his hands through his extremely unkempt hair.

“Did you sleep here?” you asked with a yawn, stretching your arms before sliding out of the bed.

“Yeah, I didn’t want Seonghwa messing with you while you slept,” he said, throwing off his dirty shirt and pulling a clean one out of his bag. You couldn’t help but gulp as you set eyes on his abs, eyes roaming the expanse of his bare skin, “Stop staring at me and get dressed.”

You shot him a glare as you spun around, heat filling your body at his laugh. You threw your shirt off, your bare back on display as you shimmied your pants off. You smiled a little to yourself as his breath hitched from behind you, a strained cough leaving his lips as you pulled on your shirt. Two could play at that game.

You turned to face him, an innocent look replacing your smile, “Jungkookie can you hand me a skirt?”

“Um, I-, what?”

“Do you mind handing me my skirt?” you repeated, smiling widely now at his flushed face. His eyes looking at everything else in the room but you.

“I-uh yeah. I can definitely do that. Skirt,” he blushed harder, quickly reaching into the bag beside him and handing you the skirt that was in there, his head turned the other way.

“Thanks, Kook,” you laughed, pulling on your skirt. You slipped your shoes on, throwing your hair into a bun before turning back to where he stood.

“Ready?” he asked, hand scratching the back of his head.

“Yeah, I’m ready,” you said, “Let’s do this.”

Jungkook escorted you to your classes, along with Jimin, for the rest of the day. Whispers following you wherever you went. You half expected your classmates to be understanding about this whole thing, but based on the whispers you had been hearing, it seemed like whatever happened was getting blamed on you. You shouldn’t have been that shocked.

“How did they even find out about this?” Jimin hissed, shooting a glare at a third year Gryffindor who had said some pretty shitty things.

“I don’t know,” Jungkook said, “No one else knew about this besides the 7 of us and Seonghwa. And since he got kicked out this morning I doubt he told anyone.”

The three of you kept walking towards the library, silently pondering how the hell the whole school found out about your erased memory.

“This is giving me a headache,” you groaned, pushing the doors open.

“Don’t hurt your brain, please,” Jungkook said, “I need it for when we study potions.”

“I’ll try to figure this all out while you guys study,” Jimin said, waving you two into the library and hurrying down the hallway.

“Well, there’s no point in wasting time then,” you said, “we’ve been slacking off, Kook.”

“I know,” he sighed, sitting down at your usual table, “and exams are only two weeks away.”

“You’ll do ok,” You said, smiling reassuringly at him, “You have me as a tutor, how could you fail?”

His nose scrunched, fake disgusted face as he snorted at you, “That doesn’t reassure me at all, princess.”

You kicked him under the table, a smile growing on your face as he laughed. You started pulling your books out, quill and ink soon following. Glancing at Jungkook as he bent down to do the same.

He looked as handsome as he normally did, hair messy in all of the perfect ways. Your heartbeat sped up the more you looked at him, and how far the two of you had come. A few months ago you would have never been caught dead sitting across from him in the library three days of the week. But now you were starting to enjoy his company, and honestly, you considered him a friend.

“Are you gonna teach me potions or just stare at me today?” his voice drew you from your thoughts, cocky grin back on his face as he shot you a wink.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, directing him to turn his book to a certain page, and the two of you got to work.

It was a comfortable silence, only talking when Jungkook asked you a question about the work or when the two of you took breaks. With tired, ink covered hands scrawling the last words of your homework you sagged in your seat. You let out a big yawn, glancing at where Jungkook still sat, hard at work. Looking through his potions notes.

“Jungkook,” you whispered, “I think that’s enough for the night.”

“Mh,” he hummed noncommittally, eyes never leaving his notes.

“You’re not listening to me!” you exclaimed, mouth pulling into a smirk, “You’re the worst quidditch player I’ve ever seen.”

You paused, waiting for him to have some sort of reaction, but he sat still reading, scratching his forehead.

“You have a tiny dick,” you said, pouting as he sat with a blank face, “You’re not half bad,” you said, last ditch effort to get him to respond in any way.

Jungkook just smiled, putting his notes down before looking at you, “I’m the best quidditch player at Hogwarts, you wouldn’t know anything about my dick, and you’re not half bad yourself, snake princess. Now if you’re done trying to get my attention, we really should get going.”

You scowled at him, putting your materials away as he teased you.

“How was I supposed to know you could hear me?” you whined, pouting as Jungkook tugged your bag into his arms.

“I responded to you the first time!” Jungkook laughed, holding the library door open for you.

“You hummed! That’s totally not an answer!”

“Maybe not to you,” he grinned, ignoring the pout the was firmly set on your face, “Ah, c’mon, Princess. Who would I be if I didn’t mess with you at least a little bit?”

“A decent human being,” you grumbled, ignoring his laugh as you turned the corner to the dungeons, not even realizing Jungkook had walked you back, “You didn’t have to walk me back.”

“It’s no big deal,” he said, handing you your bag and stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“I know I don’t remember everything that happened,” you started, his doe eyes softening, “but I really feel safe around you, Kookie. I was thinking we could try to be friends?”

“Just friends?” he asked, tilting his head to the side, “But what if I want to be more than just friends, princess?”

You swear your heart stopped in the moment, his cocky grin enough to stop it beat in its tracks. Your eyes fluttering shut as he started leaning in.

“Goodnight, princess,” He whispered, voice ghosting on the shell of your ear. You jumped at his voice, eyes opening quickly at the realization that he was not about to kiss you.

When he leaned back, you could’ve slapped the smug grin he had on his face right off, hand coming out to give you a wave as he spun on his heels.

You trudged into the common room, ignoring the taunts of your classmates and walking right past Jimin and Yoongi. Giddy smile never leaving your lips even as your head hit your pillow.

It was the best you had slept in weeks.

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joshslater · 4 years

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Weeding Out

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- Hey, I said I was sorry. You know I'm just pretending. - It still hurts. - No one hit you today. - That's not what I meant. - Don't be like that. You know why I have to do it. - Yea... No... Why do you have to do it? You're just scared they'll treat you like shit. - I'd... Fuck, I need to go to practice. We can talk later. Your place? - Yeah, I guess.

As soon as Ethan was out of earshot, Theo hit his school locker hard and thought "Fuck" really loudly. He too was late for practice, but not the kind where young males like Ethan run and compete and cooperate and sweat together on the field outside the school buildings. His practice was in the music room with the woodwind section of the school orchestra playing bassoon, or fagott as Ethan's teammates heckled him with.

It had all been so promising at the start. One evening when he was playing with Fred and they were talking shit on discord he had mentioned that he was at least bisexual. And if Fred knew, he had to be the one to tell Emma, so he did that first chance he could get, but that was it. He didn't want any coming out announcement or anything. No one ever came out straight, so why would he need any ceremony to declare his orientation. Besides, he wasn't sure what he was. Somehow this started the low-intensity rumor mill going, saying that he was gay. Perhaps it wasn't any of them starting the rumor somehow, but just a case of synchronicity. Doesn't really matter as nothing much came of it, except for some of the dudes in the football team started to bother him. Things like stopping him and asking him to punch one of them in their abs, and then of course returning the favor by punching Theo back. Nothing that ever truly physically hurt him, nothing that made him want to expose himself by talking to any of the teachers, but things that would cause trouble and delays nonetheless.

After about a month one of the jocks, Ethan, who he shared Chemistry and Physics with asked him if it was true about him being gay. Theo started with a defensive "I don't know", and as they talked all the way from school to halfway home, where their ways parted, it was clear they were at least both attracted to each other. To Theo this was a double win. Not only was Ethan hot, and had always been an OK guy as far as he knew, but the thought of a Nerd and a Jock couple was hot to him. Not that he really saw himself as a nerd. He considered himself pretty normal. But then he guessed Ethan probably saw himself as pretty normal, and probably saw Theo as a nerd.

They started meeting up at each other's houses, getting to know each other. They had spent hours in his room listening to classical music, and hours in Ethan's house watching ESPN. While Ethan was upfront about enjoying hiking, it took a month until he confessed to enjoying bird watching, and that was the real reason for the hikes. To Theo it just made him even cuter. They had been making out on more than one occasion but never taken the step to actually have sex. Theo felt that Ethan really wanted to go there. He on the other hand didn't want to do that until Ethan fessed up to liking him publicly. Outside of their respective rooms he wouldn't even touch Theo.

But then there was the bullying. It didn't stop just because he kissed their running back regularly. He even joined in sometimes, throwing his bag up a tree on one occasion. Though he did tell the guys to be gentle at one time. "Who would make my homework otherwise?"

Damn him! Theo wished he still had a locker to hit, but he was almost at the music room. He had bought the special weed the day after Ethan had said that, and then promptly decided to never think about it again. It would be wrong to use it. But they couldn't go on like this.

Music practice went lousy. He played the right notes, in the right order, at the right time, but his phrasing was way off. Playing more forcefully than written, often veering into staccato, his mind on the small box in his socks drawer. It was on his mind all the way home, and it was on his mind when Ethan pressed the doorbell.

They had been seeing each other long enough that Ethan could tell something was up. Theo looked tense, nervous even. Was this about the shit he was on about earlier? No, he was upset then, so he would be still upset now if he hadn't dropped that. This was something else going on. The reason became clear once he'd dropped his gear, and they reached Theo's room. He could see the spliff and the lighter on the desk. He himself had tried weed once before, at summer camp. Jace had brought some with him that he'd gotten from his elder brother. They were quite a few that shared it, so no one got very much, but he'd felt something. He was sure of it.

- Hey, I didn't expect this from you. Where did you get it? - You've tried it before, right? - Yeah, at camp.

Theo looked uncertain. Ethan suddenly knew he's role. Theo needed someone to guide him to his first blunt. He took charge and told Theo to lie down. The bed being too small for both of them, unless they did what Theo had been wanting them to do, they moved the pillows to the floor. Once Theo was lying down Ethan lit the blunt as he'd seen Jace do, and drew the first taste. He dared drawing the smoke deeper into his lungs than he had dared at camp. He lied down next to Theo, handed over the joint, and instructed him what to do. Time turned irrelevant, and walking back home he couldn't quite remember anything that happened after that. Had Theo's parents come home from work before he left? He couldn't recall.

It was still in the middle of the night when Ethan woke up, freezing, clammy, and as nauseated as he'd ever been. He jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, just in time to empty his stomach into the toilet bowl. He had sweat beads on his forehead, all his muscles ached, and he could feel that weird feeling in the jaw, where the muscles relax to prepare for another vomit. He had barely thought the thought when another convulsion expelled more stomach contents. He rinsed his mouth, drank a few mugs of tap water, and made it all the way back to the bed when he felt he needed to go back to the bathroom for more.

That's where his mother found him sleeping a few hours later, head in the bowl. Once led back to his bed, a sick day was a quick decision, though he insisted she could still go to work. He knew how to heat soup, not that he was hungry. He was asleep again before she was out of the room.

He checked his phone clock as he woke up. It was only barely lunch, but the fever had passed and he felt much better. In fact, he felt completely restored, better than ever, except for a craving he didn't recognize. He jumped out of bed, lost his balance, but managed to catch the corner of the desk with his hands before he crashed into it. He put on some loose-fitting clothes. He thought he knew what the craving was, and headed out.

Theo made another attempt to step out of bed. If this was how bad it got for him, he could only imagine what Ethan had been going through. It was hard to stay focused, but he could tell it was working. He could feel himself being different somehow. As he held up his arm he could see changes when looking for them, but it took effort. Was it because the changes were so subtle or was it that his mind had changed so much that his new self didn't acknowledge the changes? He just hoped Ethan was affected according to plan, but saw no reason why he wouldn't. If anything he had been a more enthusiastic smoker than him, and so far everything had happened as promised. This last part of the plan was a bit of guesswork though. There would be an insatiable urge to fall into the stereotype, but he thought he knew Ethan good enough to work out what he would do.

As Theo got dressed he could feel how his body was different. It didn't look that different once he got clothes on, but before that there was a marked difference. His muscles were more defined, tighter in a way, and if he lifted his T-shirt there was a faint outline of a six-pack, something he had never had before. He didn't really care one way or the other though. As he passed through the kitchen there was a note on the countertop with instructions for how to heat lasagna. He wasn't hungry although the kitchen clock showed it was almost lunchtime, but he could feel another pull. There was a low hum of wanting to smoke another blunt. There really only was one place for someone like him to get it.

Ignoring the lasagna he instead went out the door, grabbed his bike, and started to ride towards the concrete plant up north. There's a weird feeling to be in a place at the wrong time. Just riding alongside the deserted houses in the middle of the day, when he was supposed to be in school somehow felt wrong. Then it felt right. He recognized this as some of the last reverberations of the magic from yesterday. He didn't know if it was actually magic, but somehow magic felt safer or cleaner than admitting having drugged Ethan and himself.

Some twenty minutes later he could hear the clacking and rolling sound coming from the park. The concrete plant had donated the skate park as a PR stunt they hoped would drive their sales of swimming pools. Making one smooth, curved concrete installation is basically the same as the other. Theo didn't really have a plan B in case he wouldn't find Ethan here, perhaps another side effect, but plan A turned out a success. There, next to the half-pipe section, Ethan was getting instructions from some older skater on how to make a drop.

Theo froze in shock at what he saw. Ethan wore the same clothes as yesterday, but everything else was different. His otherwise tight cropped hair was now inches of shaggy mess framing his much leaner looking face. He had definitely lost a lot of muscles, as the T-shirt that yesterday had shown off his chest and shoulders now hanged baggy as the rest of his clothes. While Theo had gained some muscles and lost some fat, Ethan had brutally been forced down to a similar build. Theo felt sick again, but in a worse way than this morning. It had been theoretical then, and a bit exciting, but looking at Ethan now he couldn't fathom them being friends, let alone together if he told the truth. That this was all his fault.

Ethan noticed Theo watching him from afar and lit up with a big smile. "Hey, watch this!" he shouted and did a shaky drop down the ramp, and continued to skate in a curve towards Theo. Much too fast and with too much force he slammed into Theo with a hug and a forceful kiss, while the skateboard continued further a bit until it hit a concrete step.

- Sorry, did I hurt you? What are you doing here? - What are you doing here yourself? - I had this crazy need for weed and though I should check out here. Matt there said he only deals to skaters, so I told him to show me. - You shouldn't... You don't know what you are dealing with. - And you do? You just had your first blunt. - You've only had two. That's not what I'm talking about. I am the

Theo didn't get the chance to say more as Ethan again kissed him on the mouth. Theo felt lost. On one hand he desperately wanted to come clean, to tell Ethan that all of this, their bodies, their reckless behavior, was because of the weed from yesterday. On the other hand he had never been hornier in his life. He wanted nothing more than for Ethan to continue what he was doing. He let his tongue quickly slip into Ethan's mouth. Ethan was quick to respond the same way, and soon it was more of an oral version of thumb wars than actual kissing. Or perhaps the best kissing ever.

- No, Ethan you must hear me out. This is important. - This is important too. - Are you aware of any changes in your body since yesterday. - Duh! Just look at this arm. I'm fucking track and field material now. - You sound pretty chill about it. - Isn't that how your magic weed is supposed to work? - My... you knew? - Just a guess, now that I see you changed too. I was that big of an ass, was I? - I didn't mean... - Relax, I'm not mad. I think this can be kind of cool. Is it permanent? - Should last about a month, and then slowly turn back over a month or two. Kinda. - I have one demand. - Demand? - We are having sex today.

This time it was Theo who kissed Ethan.

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mistymark · 4 years

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the one with the ex boyfriend. [renjun]

summary: you and your ex boyfriend, renjun, take part in a video interview surrounding your past relationship.

based off of ‘the exes confronting each other’ seventeen series by @skydivingstars

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[The video begins with a bare set. Both the wall and the ground are grey, save for the two black spinning stools in the middle of the screen, only a metre or two apart.]

[Two people walk in, from opposite sides of the screen, gently taking a seat on the stools. They make eye contact briefly before turning away from each other.]

[We’re currently doing a series on exes and past relationships. I believe your mutual friend asked you to do this? Okay. Well, we’ll just be asking a few questions. If at any time you feel uncomfortable, or if you just need a break, just let us know. We can skip a question or edit a section out if you would like. Ready?]

[Could you introduce yourselves and your relationship?]

[Momentary silence.]

Y/n: my name is Y/n

Y/n, unsure: I'm, um, renjun’s ex-girlfriend

Renjun, clearing his throat: I’m renjun... y/n’s ex boyfriend.

[How did you guys meet?]

[Y/n’s eyebrows furrow in thought, Renjun lifts a hand to the back of his neck.]

Renjun, feeling awkward, laughing: it was in middle school

Y/n: oh, yeah, probably

Y/n, laughing at the memory: we weren't friends back then

Renjun, feeling a little more at ease now, snorting: yeah, because I was ugly

Y/n, smiling as she scolds him: don’t say that!

[Y/n faces forward, but Renjun has turned his stool so that he’s facing her, his side to the camera.]

Y/n: renjun was adorable back then

Renjun, skeptical, raising an eyebrow: even with the teeth?

Y/n, turning to him, mock offended: especially with the teeth

Renjun, shrugging at the camera: y/n was really pretty in middle school

Renjun, nonchalantly: I remember because I had the biggest crush on her

[It is evident from Y/n’s face that she was not aware of this. Renjun tries to fight a smile as he looks down briefly.]

Renjun, grinning to himself as he unscrews the lid of his drink bottle: and I never stood a chance.

[When did you first realise you were interested in each other?]

Renjun, with a big smile at the easy question: middle school

Y/n: uh, I don’t know, end of freshman year? start of sophomore year?

Renjun, now laughing, teasing her: well, I'd hope so considering we started dating at the start of sophomore year

Y/n, wincing at her error: oh... right

[Zoom in on Y/n.]

Y/n, confidently: end of freshman year

[The camera pans over to Renjun, who’s smiling and trying to stop himself for laughing.]

[Why did you break up?]

Y/n: we -

Renjun, nodding: exams.

Y/n, sighing: yeah.

[What do you mean?]

Renjun: we were both really focused on our studies, and we agreed that it would be too much of a distraction to be dating during exam season

[You broke up in senior year, then?]

Y/n, nodding, a tight-lipped smile on her face: yeah, middle of senior year.

[But you still had feelings for each other?]

[They both nod. Y/n is still politely smiling, but Renjun is chewing the inside of his lip, looking at something on the ground in front of him, thinking.]

[Did you have the intention of getting back together?]

[Renjun looks up at the question, and turns to Y/n to answer.]

Y/n, sighing: truthfully, yeah.

Y/n: but we never did.

[Renjun nods in agreement.]

Renjun: at first, nothing really changed when we called it off - we were still best friends, and best friends hung out, right?

Y/n, smiling widely: but we didn’t just hang out, which was part of the problem.

Renjun, turning to her, confused by her wording: huh?

Y/n, explaining to the camera more so than Renjun: we used to make out. a lot. even when we were ‘just friends’ again - and do basically everything else couples would normally do

Y/n, counting on her fingers: go on dates, text each other all the time, not date anyone else - we were basically still dating

[Renjun’s watching Y/n as she explains, the faintest of fond smiles on his face.]

Y/n, continuing: eventually, we thought it would be best if we just... created some distance, you know?

Renjun, zoning back into the conversation: and then we just got used to being apart, I think

Y/n, softly: yeah

[Renjun looks to the side to see if she’s okay. Y/n offers him a smile and then turns back to the camera expectantly. Renjun follows suit.]

[What did you love most about each other?]

Y/n, happily: Renjun was the perfect first boyfriend

[Renjun’s eyebrows raise at her answer.]

Y/n: we didn’t have any huge fights or a massive breakup, so it’s a relationship I'll always look back on fondly

Renjun, nodding along to what she was saying: actually, yeah, I think so, too.

[When you were dating, though? What drew you to each other more than anything else?]

Y/n: oh, you meant while we were dating

Renjun: y/n was... well, she was really beautiful

[Y/n’s lip twitches up at his comment.]

Y/n, having a sudden realisation: oh, yeah, we were in middle school when he started liking me. guess that makes sense.

[And Y/n?]

[Renjun recognises he doesn’t have to talk for this part so he bends down to his drink bottle, lifting it up for a drink.]

Y/n: renjun... renjun had this aura of self confidence around him

[Renjun almost spits out his water. It’s clear he doesn’t agree.]

Y/n, looking at him, simultaneously confused and amused: what?

[Renjun coughs excessively while Y/n looks on with wide eyes, still confused.]

Y/n, rolling her eyes: maybe self-confidence wasn’t the right word

Y/n, shrugging: he just knew exactly what he wanted and he studied really hard to get it - he was very mature

Renjun, joking, in a funny voice: she thought it was sexy

Y/n, looking upwards: why did I date you?!

[Renjun’s mouth drops down; he’s smiling but he’s acting offended.]

[Renjun leans over and playfully tries to push her off her stool.]

Y/n, attempting to maintain her balance: h-hey!

[What did you hate most about each other?]

Y/n: um, I'm not sure.

Renjun, cocking an eyebrow: you’re biting your lip. you have something to say.

Renjun, turning to the camera, explaining: she bites her lip when she’s holding back.

[Y/n is still thinking about whether or not to say it; she doesn’t acknowledge Renjun’s comment.]

Y/n, shaking her head once: no, it sounds bad.

Renjun, smiling encouragingly: say it.

Y/n, to the camera, actively ignoring his gaze: the fact that he was so focused on his studies.

[Renjun is clearly taken aback by this answer; silenced.]

Y/n, quickly explaining: don’t get me wrong, I was the same. but, if we weren’t so academically-minded we probably could’ve kept dating...

Y/n, biting her lip: I don’t know, it’s probably not true

[Renjun makes a face, confused, a bunch of question marks surround his head.]

Renjun, smiling to himself: I hated the fact that she agreed we should spend some time apart

Y/n, laughing: what?

[Renjun turns to Y/n.]

Renjun, teasingly accusing her: if you had said no, I probably would've caved!

Renjun, in a more serious tone, to the camera now: after we’d officially broken up, and stopped spending time together, I missed her a lot, and I hated the fact that she agreed with me

Renjun, softly: if one of us had disagreed, we probably could’ve worked through it

[Y/n bites her lip, before her eyes snap up to look at something off-camera.]

[Would you say you were in love?]

Renjun: ... we were so young

Y/n, biting her lip: yeah...

Renjun, confidently looking up at the camera: but, yeah, I'd say I was in love,

[Y/n turns to looks at him, shocked. He knows she’s looking, though he doesn’t look up to see. He shrugs.]

Y/n, quielty: I think... you were the closest thing I got to love

[Y/n, you’ve dated since?]

[Renjun turns to her expectantly, waiting for her answer.]

Y/n, humourlessly laughing: yeah, I went on a lot of dates, actually.

Y/n: none of them came close to Renjun

[Renjun smiles at her response, but she quickly adds on:]

Y/n: close to what I had with Renjun

[Renjun’s smile falters slightly, and it slowly morphs into his resting face.]

Renjun, offended, looking around the set: how come I didn’t get asked if I was dating anyone?!

[Zoom in on Renjun.]

Renjun, looking at one of the producers: is she still really that much hotter than me?

Renjun, settling back into his seat when the staff don’t respond: ouch.

[The camera pans to show Y/n, crouching on the ground beside her stool (she almost fell off it from laughing so hard), clutching her stomach as she tries to stop herself from laughing. Renjun looks to where she’s sitting and a grin starts to grow on his face, but he turns back to the staff and shakes his head, still smiling at her reaction.]

Renjun, mumbling: it’s seventh grade all over again

[He looks up with wide eyes when someone offside laughs]

[Last question, you guys. Would you give it another shot?]

Y/n, nodding: it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other

Renjun, smiling, pointing at her: but you’re nodding

Y/n, rolling her eyes: yeah, I'd give it another shot

Renjun, focusing back on the camera: same

[And that’s a wrap! Thank you so much for participating, guys. You’re free to go now.]

Y/n, smiling and bowing her head slightly: thank you!

Renjun, following suit: thank you so much

[The staff begin talking and the sound from the mics begin to waver. Renjun and Y/n step off their stools and grab their waters.]

Y/n: did you really mean that? ab-

Renjun: I meant all of it... lol

[Y/n laughs at this.]

Y/n: you regretted the fact that we ended things?

Renjun, scuffing his foot along the ground: yeah. did you?

Y/n, pretending to think about it, shouldering her bag and turning on her heel: Iiiiiii don’t know. did I?

[The sound from her mic fades as she walks offset. Renjun grins after her, picking up his water and walking after her.]

Renjun, calling out to her: hey! I'll pick you up at 7?

Y/n: be there on time!

[The sound cuts.]

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everythingoesnk · 4 years

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summary; you come to john’s rescue so he doesn’t fail his test. conversation takes a turn :p

word count; 2 283

warnings; flufliness 🤗🤗

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On Wednesdays, your older sister was in charge of doing the shopping, but fever had confined her to her bed. By strict orders of your mother, the responsibility was now yours.

That’s why you ran late to meet Mrs Smith and her nephew.

As you stood alone in the hallway, awkward and reluctant, you wished your arrival at 251 Menlon Avenue had been interrupted by the stupidest distraction. Or that you’d have declined to come when you had the opportunity to.

Hearing them arguing upstairs wasn’t what you wanted to do with your evening. Neither was helping John to study for the math test he had the morning after. You couldn’t work miracles, and with this transparency you explained it to your grandma when she compelled you to lend him a hand.

She and Mimi had been good friends for years, and when they were together drinking tea last week, Mimi vented to her how John would distress her in the school field. Music, the young lad was only interested in music. His grades were pitiful, and she found herself running out of stratagems to incite John to get back on track. The guy managed to pass the rest of the subjects, but mathematics were an ordeal for him.

He despised numbers just as he despised having to waste time restricting his Gallotone when he could be rehearsing instead.

“Give me back the guitar, Mimi. Where do you have it?”

“You won’t see it until I hear from the test’s result”

“I’m trying my best!”

“Try harder”

There was a truculent silence that wasn’t a silence per se. They stopped talking, but John’s frantic steps as he paced around the room rummaging around and removing furniture from its place hoping the guitar would be hiding behind were unmistakable.

“It’s not there,” she said, nuisance reflected in her tone, expression inexpressive.

“Unless you ate it it must be somewhere in the house”

Mimi didn’t answer.

“Because it’s in the house, correct?”

Mimi exhaled, giving him a hostile glare. They weren’t in a state where she could throw money around like it was nothing. If she bought him the guitar, it wasn’t to resell it or dispose of it afterwards.

“Of course it is in the house. I’ll return it if you comply with our deal”

After Mimi drew the line, you heard the woman walking down the stairs.

Straightening up, you clasped nervously your fingers around your schoolbag’s strap.

She placed her peculiar hat on top of her hair and covered her figure with a long winter coat. Its corseted structure in the middle cinched in around her already lean frame.

“Do your best” she told you, making sure that she had everything she needed on her. “If you feel like hitting him, you have my permission”

“You’re leaving?”

“I have errands to run”

When Mimi walked over to you, she stopped by your side and looked you up and down.

“The shoes. You dirtied my carpet”

“I’m sorry, Mrs Smith”

You intended to offer cleaning it up yourself until it looked like it did before, but she had other plans.

“When you’re gone I’ll tell John to handle it, the boy lacks discipline. Anyone would think he’s being raised in a jungle rather than a humble home in the northwestern of England and I wouldn’t be able to contradict them”

You had nothing to respond her with, but she didn’t look like she was interested in hearing an answer.

She rekindled her step and marched out the house, half with hurry half slipping away in case John reappeared to keep niggling over how unfair she was.

You’d been in their home previously. Once.

John had been the sergeant who lead the army, devising a prank which sloshed over onto you. Army because his two friends were the ones to set the trap, John keeping his hands clean as the commander and mastermind he thought was. They put a paint bucket on top of the classroom door frame, and the three patiently waited to see who the victim would be.

You spent hours in the shower scraping the tacky liquid off your skin.

That same day, your grandma and you showed up at their doorstep because she wanted him to apologize.

The incident was the reason why you knew where he lived.

You eased down into one of the chairs in the kitchen and dropped your bag onto the table.

John knew you were there, you wouldn’t go searching for him.

Thing is, time went on, and he wouldn’t make an appearance. You checked your wristwatch and cursed. Almost fifteen minutes had ticked by and you were waiting like an idiot for someone who clearly did not care enough.

“Am I dreaming or did I just hear (Y/N) (Y/L/N) saying a bad word?”

You flinched and brought a hand up to your chest.

Looking to the left, you saw him standing barefoot in the doorway with his arms stretched upwards, gripping at the doorframe. Legs crossed at the ankles, a wicked grin curved his lips. He was wearing a white cotton tee and denim trousers that fit him tight in the thighs.

Once recovered from the shock, you shot him a bitter look.

“You’re wasting my time, you know that? The longer you delay it, the worse”

“I’ve had better,” he said, walking over to the sink where two large vertical windows on the wall displayed a perfect view of the back porch.

He closed them, grabbed a plain black sweatshirt that hung from the chair opposite you and put it over his head, messing up even more his already tousled humid hair. It was clear that he had a shower before you showed up. If he hadn’t had, it would be replicating Presley’s.

Until then you didn’t realise that the room was indeed chilly.

“Better what?”

“Better days. Thank you for asking and showing interest” he said, waving vaguely a hand.

He slumped in that same chair and glanced across at you.

“How are you, by the way?”

“Fed up. Tell me what you don’t understand and we’ll practice” you said, pulling out of the schoolbag the book and your pencil case.

John calmly watched you prepare everything. “Geometry, algebraic equations… The entire book, if you will”

“If that’s the case, I see logic in noting down formulas first, that way you can try and memorize them too” you lifted your gaze and saw him with both hands plunged in the front pocket of his sweatshirt, shoulders relaxed. “Hello? Aren’t you getting something to write on?”

He let silence reign for a moment.

“Out of all the people in class, it had to be you,” he grumbled. You didn’t have a clue about what that was supposed to mean, but now his eyes were piercing into yours to the point where you felt very small very quick. He bounced to his feet with a huff. “I’ll be right back”

Upon his return, he carried with him a notebook with doodlings drawn by him on the cover and a pencil hanging loose between his teeth. Along the way, at some point, he tugged the hood over his face, so now you couldn’t see the top half of it.

He took the seat again and with an unfriendly look began copying the theory.

“If you’d paid attention from the beginning perhaps you wouldn’t be against the clock now”

“I can’t focus if you speak,” he grunted.

“You’re just copying” you said, raising your left eyebrow. “But alright, I’ll shut it”

When he was done, he tossed the pencil and dragged his hands down his face, pulling at the skin under the eyes.

“I hate this” he condemned.

“You hate everything that doesn’t involve music” you clarified, no malice in your statement.

“That’s not true” he scowled, pushing the hood back, actually feeling insulted.

“Alright, tell me something you don’t hate,” you propped your elbows onto the table, laced your fingers and rested your chin there.

“I don’t hate the singing of birds waking me up in the morning, and I don’t hate hanging out with you”

As much as you tried to hide it, John saw how your lips tipped up.

“Am I supposed to feel touched?”

“I’d be really sad if you didn’t. That was smooth”

“Oh wow yes, so smooth, the smoothest” you sneered, taking his notebook to write down a few problems for him to resolve.

“Smoothest” he echoed. “Is that a word?”

“It is” you weren’t sure if he was serious.

“Sounds strange to me, never used it before”

“Venustraphobia sounds awful as well and it’s a real term”

“What does it mean?”

“Fear of attractive women”

“Holy shit, is that true?” he asked, fiddling now with his pencil.

“Yeah”

“So that’s a thing. Does the phobia exist the other way around? Women fearing handsome men?”

“I guess?”

He nodded, amused. “It must be hard for you”

Confused, you raised your eyes and cocked your head with an inquisitive frown.

“Collecting yourself, I mean” he explained, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “You’re doing a terrific job pretending you’re not suffering. As you might know, I’m quite charming myself”

You just stared back for some time, holding back a laugh until it became impossible to restrain.

John was so much fun when he didn’t behave like a dick, you hated to admit, which only happened when his macho friends were around. He was the leader of the group, sure, but it seemed that all he wanted was acceptance from them, to belong somewhere. Pretty much he let them change him. Although when he wasn’t near them, the carefree happy bouncy John you knew returned each time.

Abs burning from laughing, you doubled over as you hugged your abdomen. This bitch, you thought. Your shoulders kept shaking as you tried to subside your chuckles, but you couldn’t stop.

John observed your reaction placidly.

Bright with delight, his eyes gleamed when you kept patting your thigh as a conduit for the laughter.

“My God” you breathed, fanning yourself.

“It’s rude using my name in vain,” he teased, wagging the accusatory finger in your direction.

“You’re far from being God” you retorted, your chuckles fading. You gave him back his notebook. “Enough chitchat. Do these exercises and I’ll correct them”

You waited then, keeping an eye on him as well as inspecting your nails to pass the time.

He raked a hand through his hair and kept it there, closing it in a fist at the top of his head.

A sappy feeling settled in your stomach. Seeing him saturated after half an hour trying to get something done softened your heart.

He suddenly looked up, but when he caught you looking too, John quickly dropped his head.

Five more minutes and he passed you the notebook.

“Voilà. Now you can laugh at me”

“I’m not gonna laugh at you. No one is born knowing” you responded quietly.

Silently revising his answers, you got distracted remembering one thing he said earlier.

Rosiness present in your cheeks, your gaze settled cautiously upon him. “You don’t like me?”

His brows drew together in deep puzzlement.

“What?”

“‘Out of all the people in class, it had to be you’” you quoted him, your heart beating erratically. You were worried that its pumps would tear a hole in your chest. “I wanna know why you said that. Is it because you don’t like me?”

A muscle tickled in his jaw, but his expression was humourless.

“That’s not it”

You hoped his response would bloom into something more specific, but he remained with his mouth shut, tension building up between the two.

“What’s it?” you pressed.

Darkness igniting his eyes, he leaned back in his chair.

“Answering your previous question, I do. A lot, actually. That’s my issue”

Petrified, your pulse shot to the sky.

“Why is it an issue?”

“We both know why”

Was John Lennon telling you with all his chest that he was interested in dating you but that he’d never acted upon it ‘cause he assumed you were out of his league?

“You didn’t ask me about my feelings, not once”

“Why would I? You’re sweet and smart. I’m none of that”

Oh, Johnny boy. His words cracked your heart. Lies, they were cruel lies.

“What are you doing this Friday?” you inquired. “I don’t know if you know, but I really like painting. I held an exhibition at school—”

“I’m aware. I was there”

Warmth radiating up your body, you fought back a stunned gasp. “You went?”

He never mentioned it before.

Gazing in each other’s eyes longingly, a goofy side smile fleetingly graced his lips.

Electric tingles spread through your nervous system. You composed yourself with a toss of the head. And he dared to say he wasn’t sweet? You were drowning in diabetes.

“My point is, the school’s newspaper asked me to present something new, and I have yet to finish my piece. Maybe, if you want, you could join me and we make each other company. You can bring your guitar and play some music”

You’re adorable, he wanted to interrupt, mouth twitching.

“I guess I could do that” he said instead.

“Awesome” you bit on your bottom lip, thrilled.

“I’m concerned, though”

“Concerned?” your eyebrows snapped together. Was he having second thoughts? “About what?”

“Concerned that I will start developing venustraphobia now that I’m gonna spend more time with you”

Your laughter hugged his soul.

John contemplated stupefied how easy you made it to fall in love.

Just hearing your giggles was enough for him to understand he could never compose a melody more lovely and magical than that.

#john lennon x reader #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #the beatles #john lennon imagine #john lennon fanfic #john lennon fanfiction #fluffy #john lennon #tayloredstarr

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getitinbusan · 4 years

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Jaebeom -

Only Love

Part 6 - Nervous

Y/N doesn’t want a relationship, especially not with an idol. Jaebeom only wants her.

Love after heartbreak and all the things that fall in between.

Angst, Cheating, Fluff, Smut

A new series inspired by lyrics, each chapter has a specific song that goes with it.

The Scene

The Masterlist

Nervous - K Flay

I'm writing this from your bed while you're in the other room

I like what you do to me, and I wanna tell you soon.

The ride was quiet, you tucked your head under Jaebeom's arm, the vehicle's movements making you sleepy. He held your hand like a nervous high school boy, afraid what he really wanted to happen was about to happen.

The car pulled up to the front of his place and he smiled nudging you awake. "We're here."

Drunk and groggy you looked around, "where's here?"

He put his arm around your waist to keep you from falling over, "You're at my place, in Hannam. Remember? You asked me to bring you home?"

You looked him up and down giggling, "Yeah I did."

Trying to balance you and getting his key in the lock he finally got the door open. At least 5 cats came running to greet him, "Oh my God JB, you're a crazy cat lady!"

"This is why I can't have friends over," he picked up the smallest fluffy one and kissed it's head.

The pretty little Siamese brushed against your leg until you picked her up. He looked shocked, "She doesn't like anyone."

"You purred into her fur, "Well I'm not just anyone, am I?"

"Clearly."

He walked over and took the cat from your arms, "Let's take care of you. What can we do to minimize the hangover you're going to have in the morning?"

He held your face in his hands. "What do you need?"

You were feeling a little dizzy, whether it was from the alcohol or his proximity you couldn't be sure.

"Maybe some fresh air, water...your arms to keep me from falling over." You propositioned.

He slid the balcony door open and led you outside. "You're going to have to hold onto the rail till my arms get back."

The air was cool and you closed your eyes inhaling deeply, everything felt right.

Perched atop the Seoul Skyline the stars shone brightly in the astronomical twilight. In the grand scheme of all the overblown things that had taken place in the last few months, you were still just a small player in a larger roll occurring around you.

A helicopter broke through the silence of the night "Uh-oh, looks like Dispatch tracked you down already."

You shot him a look, "what, too soon?"

He passed you a glass and an aspirin, "Drink."

He stood close beside you, leaning on the rail staring out at the city. You walked your hand over closing the distance until it touched his.

"I want to apologize."

He cut you off, "you really don't have to, you didn't do anything wrong."

He brought his hand the rest of the way to lay over top of yours.

"I'm pretty sure you once told me to never apologize for showing your feelings because if you do you're apologizing for the truth."

Amazed you turned to him, "You remember me saying that?"

He nodded as you moved towards his lips.

He pulled back, "Y/N, you're drunk, I've already ruined our first kiss I'm not going to let you forget the second."

"You're a good guy JB"

He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your head.

"Unfortunately I am...so I'm going to have to send you to bed."

You looked up at him with big eyes and a pout, "You don't want to sleep with me?"

"Jesus Christ, you think I don't want you? You're really making me question my morals right now."

He ran his hand up your arm and sighed while spinning you back towards the door.

Flipping the switch his bedroom lit up before you.

"It's so cozy Jaebeom-ah. Cats, Plants, nice sheets...how are you still single?"

He handed you a t-shirt from his drawer, "I was kind of hoping I'm not anymore…you can sleep in this."

You grabbed it looking upset, "I'm going to feel bad if you sleep on the couch."

He undid the zipper that ran up the back of your dress. "You're going to feel bad in the morning anyway plus you're not even going to remember this conversation."

You broke out the pout again, "What if I get scared or lonely?"

He bent down and picked up the cat that had followed you since you arrived.

"Nora is the best company and she wouldn't dare let anything happen to you." He kissed your forehead and pointed, "Bed, now."

He was still laughing at you as he turned off the light and closed the door.

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You woke up in the huge bed, alone save for the tiny cat curled up into your side. The smell of coffee wafted under the door calling you to get up but your head swam in scenarios.

You remembered him being a complete gentleman, you remembered falling asleep against the pillow that smelt like him, you remembered...he was just on the other side of the door.

You liked it here, you didn't want to leave. You wanted him to know you weren't a waste of time, you'd already lost so much of it by pushing him away.

Grabbing your phone you composed your words into a poem you needed him to hear.

I was fine on my own, every night I slept alone

The distance kept me safe

It's easier to fake the feel than dance around with something real

Promises might break

Then you came along and said that I was different

You were missing something and it felt like we should see

Normally, I'd fall away, your face is a distraction

But I like the way that you're distracting me

I went home before my friends so I could hear your voice again

But it feels strange to care

I hesitate to say out loud that when I'm drunk and in a crowd

I pretend you're there.

We watch the helicopters from the top of your apartment

And all I could think is I don't want to leave

Normally, I'd fall away, your face is a distraction

But I like the way that you're distracting me

I'm writing this from your bed while you're in the other room

I like what you do to me, and I wanna tell you soon.

Maybe you'll shy away, maybe you'll fall apart

It's hard being honest, but I'm being honest

Get in the play, running your fingers through my hair

Don't wanna behave, how do you act when no one's there?

Feeling inside, feeling a way, it's different and it's working

Oh, you make me nervous, oh, you make me nervous

You read it over and flopped back on his pillow...send…you heard his notification go off ….you waited.

____________

There was a soft knock before he turned the handle.

He looked beautiful standing in the doorway. His pajama pants hung low on his waist, it was the first time you'd caught a glimpse of his body and your breath hitched at the sight.

Wrapped in nothing but his sheet you pulled the covers back in invitation.

He walked over to where you sat, "Is this what you really want?"

You bit your lip and nodded.

He pulled his pants off letting them fall to the ground and he crawled in beside you.

His hands drew through your hair and his lips found their way to yours...properly, undisturbed, no flashbulbs to commemorate the event. It was soft and languid, his tongue taking its time to explore your mouth.

He pulled away to stare at you, "Tell me I can finally have you."

"All of me Jaebeom...I'm yours."

He caressed your face, thumb sliding between your lips, over your chin and down your neck as he kissed into the crevice of your collar bone.

It had been so long, yet it had never felt like this. You could feel his desire with every touch, his lips, his fingertips and his hard cock pressed up against your hip.

"I want you so bad J," your hands tugged through his hair as you wrapped your leg around his body to guide him in closer.

"Shit..Shit...do you have a condom? I just never thought this would happen..fuck"

You both collapsed back onto the bed breathing heavy.

"Ugh, no," you sighed frustrated.

He put both hands over his face, disappointed that even this moment couldn't go smoothly.

You rolled into his side, "I never stopped taking the pill...and after what happened, I did get tested...I mean, if you're not okay with it..it's okay...we can wait."

He placed his hand on your cheek and kissed you softly, "I haven't been with anyone in years, it's mandatory we get tested during our physicals…"

"Fuck thank God!" You rolled on top of him and ground yourself over him.

Laying kisses down his chest you let your fingers skim lightly over his abs. His skin tingled with goosebumps under your touch and you felt him twitch at your center.

"Are you ready?"

He nodded biting his lip, "Please."

He held your hips as you lined yourself up over him. Not breaking eye contact you slowly lowered yourself, taking him into you.

You felt like you could cry, it had been so long since you'd let yourself feel the intimacy of giving yourself to someone.

You both moaned in unison as he hit your cervix. "You feel so good," he sighed.

You didn't move, you wanted to feel him in you, feel him filling you, this wasn't just sex. You were both here, in the same place at the same time feeling the same thing.

There was no past, only two people fusing themselves to one another's future.

You began rocking your hips. Looking down his face was focused, beautiful, lost. His lips were parted and soft breaths escaped from between them every time you met back together.

He held you pressed against him as he sat upright. Brushing away your sweaty hair he kissed your neck, your shoulders and down to your breasts. He touched them reverently, his fingertips brushing lightly over your nipples making you clench around him.

His face scrunched up, "oh my god baby, you can't do that.. it feels too good."

Pushing his hair back you placed kisses all over his face, "We can do this all day, as many times as we want, I'm not going anywhere."

He secured his arm around you and flipped you onto your back.

Hands on both sides of your face he rolled his hips into you. He hit different, deeper, the repetitive sliding building up the orgasm inside you.

It wasn’t rushed but it was excited, your hands, mouths and bodies had no motive other than providing each other pleasure.

Wrapping both legs around him you held him tightly against your core. "I'm so close Jaebeom, so close..."

Your head was thrown back and your hands gripped the pillows beside you. You felt him cumming, spilling out of you as he continued. He didn't give up until your nails were dug deep into his skin and he could feel you pulsing around him.

He collapsed on top of you trying to catch his breath, "Are you okay? Was it okay?"

You couldn't help but smile at his sincerity, "It was perfect."

Your voice trailed off and immediately noticing, he sat up to look at you.

"I'm scared Jaebeom, I don't want this to start wrong, I don't want to keep us a secret."

"Then let's not." He grabbed his phone and held it up to take a picture.

"Are you fucking nuts?" You asked while hiding in the sheets beside him.

He tapped the keys, "What are you writing?"

He wouldn't answer you, "Jaebeom-ah, give me the phone...stop!"

Smiling he hit SHARE and handed it to you.

What you need to know:

1: I am in love with a girl and I think that she's in love with me.

2: I am incredibly happy.

What you don't need to know:

1: Anything else about us.

2: Especially not why I'm in bed at 2:30 in the afternoon

3: Or that Y/Ns hiding under the covers beside me.

#Jaebeom #lim jaebum #lim jaebeom #jaebum #jay b #got 7

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harryhookwriter-blog · 6 years

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JOINING UMA

JOINING UMA PART TWO (2)

HARRY HOOK X READER

SUMMARY: reader has a run in with Maleficant. What will ever happen ???

WARNINGS: swearing, violence

WORD COUNT: 2352

"Great! You won't regret this" said Uma, clearly happy. "come to the shop tomorrow at 12 noon and I'll introduce you to the crew. Also can I've my sword back?" Uma finished, and I handed her the weapon. I trusted her. " Also, I hope we can be friends. I need a girl as a friend in my life." Uma said, and I grinned and nodded. I then left the ship to train harder than ever at home.

*THE NEXT DAY*

"Alright everyone, listen up. This is Y/N Cheshire Heart, she's my 3rd in command now. Give her shit and I'll see to it that you will be swimming with the killer sharks." Uma shouted to our crew. She stood down from the table and said to me "can you go to the docs and do some training with Harry? I need you to know how to handle the crew and also how to train the newbies" "Yeah, I'll get my training gear and I'll head over there. See ya Uma or should I say captain."

I teleported home, it's my favourite thing, teleporting. I got changed into my gear again and went to the docs to meet Harry.

"Ah Lass, yer here" said Harry, clearly waiting for me. " Yes I am, now, let's start shall we?" Harry nodded and tried to teach me how to navigate, which I told him how to do really. He tried fighting me, but I won easily.

"Wow, I really didn't expect you to be so good" said Harry, dumbfounded that I beat him. "Well then, I'll just teach you how to control the crew. A reputation helps, and you've quite a name out here. Shouting and threats are good too lass. Also, holding a sword to someones neck scares them into listening. Thats all, i think. You can do whatever now." "Then see you around Hook." I smirked and went to leave. "call me Harry." I heard as I walked off.

*Several days later*

I love being on the crew, and my job is to scare, I mean, train the new recruits. I find the best way is to teach them to street dance. They learn perfection, precision and flexibility. Also, it's takes the expression "wanna dance" to a new level.

I haven't seen the hook boy, harry in a while. I don't know if I like him or not. He's really sketchy. But damn his accent turns me on, and those abs?

*IN UMAS SHOP*

It was just after training so I was wearing a sports bra, a leather jacket which was left drapped over my chair and leather pants. Uma and I were talking about how much the shop was making, and I was doing the math behind it.

I was calculating how many portions of chips were sold in the last month and I felt a hand go under my sports bra. I quickly punched the asshole in the jaw and then realized it was Harry Hook. "Very handsy for someone who has a hook instead of a hand" I spat wanting to beat him up.

Uma jumped up and shouted, "WHAT THE FUCK HARRY?" and slapped him in mouth. " She's half naked, is that my fault?" Harry shouted. " Are you fucked up in the head?? Did I tell you to do that?" I shouted back, hating that son of a bitch. " I was training and wearing gear, not a sign that says 'FUCKING TOUCH ME' am I?"

I stormed out of the shop, ready to kill anyone else who talked to me. I went to blow off steam by a hardcore training session. It's the best way on the Isle without killing anyone. I trained for hours and finally wanted to go home.

*2 WEEKS LATER*

I was training new recruits and Uma shouted "Y/N! Can you pause for a minute and come here?" " Ok so pair up and spar" I told the trainees and went off to Uma "come with me to the ship" "whatever you say, captain."

I got the the ship and I followed Uma to her quarters where Harry was sat inside waiting. " I've something to confess." Uma said nervously.

"Aye."

"Go on."

"A few weeks ago when Harry stuck his hand up your bra... Well, I kinda spelled him so you'd hate him because your both into eachother and both oblivious and I didn't like the idea of my left and right hand together so I wanted to stop it happening." Uma said quickly. I felt furious, but remained calm, Harry on the other hand, had no intention of hiding his emotions. He looked livid. I just said "what the fuck" and let Uma explain further while Harry started shouting at Uma, wishing the rath of Davy Jones upon her. "Shut it Harry, let her explain" I said, wanting to here more. "I want to explain my side lass. I didn't know why you hated me, or why I had a huge bruise on me jaw. So Uma told me to stay away from ye and that ye hated me. So I did." Harry explained. "Well I should explain my side. I was sat in the shop and you came up and put your hand up my bra and I punched you in the jaw. I told you that you were handsy for someone who carries round a hook and avoided you ever since. Influenced by Uma." I explained my side. Now everything was cleared up and I said after a minute of silence

"captain, can I punch you?"

"Yeah I deserve that"

so I punched the girl across the mouth. "Harry, do you want a turn?" I asked. " Can I Captain?" "Go ahead" so Harry punched her in the stomach.

"I'm..... Sorry. Am I forgiven?" Asked Uma, sadness in her voice. "yeah i can't hate you. Your forgiven." And I helped her up and said "sorry for the punch. Harry? Do you forgive Uma?" "Yeah I can't hate me captain. And sorry for the punch." "Thank you guys and again, I'm sorry. I'll leave you too. I'll pick up on your training Y/N" Uma finished as she left Harry and I.

"So? The infamous Harry hook has a thing for me?" Harry looked panicked. "Well, do you have a thing for me Lass?" "If you insist to know, yeah, I do." And I leaned in to kiss Harry and he quickly understood and kissed back. I felt like sparks flew and we pulled back and I blushed slightly while Harry was full on tomato faced. It was cute. " Yeah Lass, I've a thing for you too."

*A FEW MONTHS LATER BROUGHT TO YOU BY LAZINESS*

I was in Harry's room on the ship and he said "It's 8:30, time to pretend we hate eachother." Harry and I hate that we have to pretend we're not in a relationship. It's not a thing on the Isle. Here, love is weak. "why bother" I said. "our reputations? Umas rules?" Answered Harry. "Fuck it. I'm going out onto this ship and I'll scream that were dating. People are afraid of us Harry. They give us shit, they die." I said exasperated. "I'm so sick of this faking. So I won't fake anymore." "Sounds like a plan Y/N/N"

I walked out onto the deck and shouted "IM DATING HARRY HOOK!" Aand Harry shouted, " IM Y/N CHESHIRE HEART!"

We ran around the Isle holding hands, kissing and stealing. People overlooked it really.

We were walking down Mals turf, and Maleficent came out and people ran for the hills. We just kept walking.

"Stealing candy Mal?" You heard the voice of the 'evilest' of them all. "I'm so disappointed. What are you two doing?" Maleficent shouted at us. "Walking?" I replied. I'm not afraid of Maleficant unlike most people on this damn island. "No you two are hand holding. Why?" Maleficant snapped and Harry looked like he was ready to kill. I said "Har, calm down, I got this." I was furious this bitch cared, but I tried to keep my cool and told Maleficant, "because we like each other? Because we're teens who aren't afraid of you? Because we're dating?"

"There is no dating on the Isle." Maleficant stated. "It's not common, but it's also none of your business." I snapped back, getting sick of this. "You fools, emotions are weakness. You will die easily on this Island. You are to be punished. Knuckleheads, got them!!" "You wanna go? Bring it."

The two gaurds came at me and I helicopter kicked one in the face and punched the other in the stomach. Then Maleficant shouted, "Get them, vermin!!" And the core four or core bore I call them, ran up to fight me and Harry. I was taking on Mal and Jay. Harry was taking on Carlos and Evie.

I jumped up and punched Mal in the mouth. I kicked her in the back and elbowed her in the stomach. She was out cold. Then I flipped Jay over my head and punched him in the jaw and stomach then kicked him in the balls. He was on the ground crippled. "Anyone else?" I asked. " I, the evilest of them all shall fence you." Said Maleficant, confident she could beat me. "Your on" I said and Harry and I drew our swords. "Just you princess." Maleficant attempted to mock me. "Sit down Harry. Its my fight." "But Y/N ho..." "HARRY SIT DOWN" I shouted. Harry saw my eyes glow deep blue and sat down.

Maleficant got a sword from somewhere and we began. She was better than I was expecting, but I was still much better. She slipped slightly so I put my sword to her throat. " Evilest of them all you say?" I jeered. I was enjoying this way too much. "When this barrier breaks, I swear, you'll be gone to Hades." "Nope because when the barrier breaks, you'll be great friends with him." I then punched her in the mouth to knock her out. It worked.

"Harry get over here." I called to Harry. He immediately ran over to me, dumbfounded. I lifted Maleficant up over my shoulders and brought her back to the ship. Uma wasn't on her shift today, so we were guessing thats where she was.

We got to the ship and went to Umas quarters. We walked in and I said, "Uma, do you want revenge on Mal?" And threw Maleficant on the ground. She didn't stir. "What?" Said Uma, and got up out of her hammock. "Who did this?" Uma asked, a gleam in her eye. "Your looking at her." I said. "How?" "Well, she was shit talking me and Harry and had her servants and Mals little gang fight us. Then she got me to fight her. I won. I brought her here and I plan to lock her in a cell, send a message to Mal to meet one of us at the chip shop. We armwrestle but before we make a deal. Mal wins, she gets mommy back, if she loses, we take what ever we want from her." I finished, smirked and Uma was shocked. "Yere so hot when ye scheme Lass." Said Harry, then he said. "Wheres the first aid kit? I want ta check Y/N over."

"I'm fine Harry, how about you?" I asked, he replied" Fine, Lass, just a few scratches." "Harry, those"ll get infected, come over here." Harry strolled over and I muttered an intacation that healed every one on the ship. I learned that one from an old spell book. My eyes glowed deep blue, like a storming ocean, and they died back down to Y/E/C. I felt better that every one was healed on the ship. But Maleficant woke up. I didn't plan on this so I quickly punched her in the jaw and forehead when she made to stand. She fell back to the floor.

"Well, do we have any free prisoner cells?" I asked Uma and she smirked then said " right this way, madam." I heaved Maleficant onto my shoulders and we walked down to the cells. I threw Maleficant to the floor of the cell and locked the door. "Shall I deliver the message to Malsey dearest?" "Yeah go ahead" said Uma, Harry followed me out of the prisoners gully, to Mals hideout.

"I failed ye, princess." Said Harry out of the blue. "What?" "I let you take on Mal, Jay and that other bitch, I failed ye. What if you died?" Harry rambled, disappointed in himself. "Harlan Hook, you can never fail me. The day you decide you hate me and tell me you never want to see me again, that's the only way you'll fail me. We both know I can take on those three bitches, Mal, Jay and Maleficent. I love you Harry." I told him, with a softened expression. "I love ye too, Lass."

We arrived at Mals little den and we saw Evie. She's too like her mother, I thought. "So, where are the rest of your street rats?" I asked. Evie was startled and said, "Why would you want t-to know?" She was very nervous, and I told her "Because we need to talk." "They want you dead." Evie informed me. "90% of the people on this Island want me dead, I'm used to it. Take us too them." "Fine, but if they fight you, it's not my fault." Snarked Evie, and she started walking. Harry and I followed, hands firm on our swords.

"We've got company." Shouted Evie as we walked near the four, all looking beat up. "Heeeyyyyyy." I stated with scarcastic inthusuasm. "Not in a hospatable mood? I'll cut to the chase then, Mal will come to the Chip Shop at 2 a.m if you want to see mother dearest alive again. Don't be late." I told them. Harry and I bowed away from the four. They looked stunned, I had to grin at this.

(A/N) Part 3 r nah ?????

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tilltheendwilliwrite · 7 years

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The Cure

Bucky Barnes x Reader Drabble

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers | Word Count: 1493

Warnings: Nothing but fluff. A drabble. This is what happens when I’m bored. Spotify is my nemesis. The Cure by Lady Gaga

You looked up from your book when the door opened.

Bucky, in all his combat gear, stumbled into your shared suite within the Avengers compound, shedding guns, gloves, and grenades with such disregard for their explosive nature it had you leaping to your feet. The look on his face spoke plainly of just how hard the latest mission had been.

Going to him, you grabbed for the belt he was getting ready to chuck across the room, the one with at least three grenades, and gently laid it over the back of the sofa. He went still, just stood there, shaking, breathing, anger radiating off him in waves.

Lifting your hand, you laid it gently against his clenched jaw. You only had one question. “Is everyone alright?”

He gave a jerky nodded.

Alive, then, but someone was hurt. “Steve?”

“Barton.”

“Bad?”

“He’ll be out a while, but he’ll live.”

Sighing in relief, you turned your attention to the buckles over his chest, working them open so his vest could slide off. Tugging his shirt from his waistband, you worked it up his abs.

“What you doing, doll?”

“Taking care of you. Is that alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

Pressing up on your toes, you give his shirt a tug. “Arms up.”

A small smile twitched his lips as he complied. “Yes, ma'am.”

Drawing it off his head, the silver of his vibranium arm was revealed. A frown marred your features as you took in the explosion of bruises across his ribs, the laceration down his arm. Moving around behind him, hands gentle, you walked them over his broad back, flinching when you found more bruises.

His hair was filthy, appearing as if he’d taken a tumble through some mud at some point.

Returning to his front, you took his hand and led him through the room to the washroom.

Toeing off his boots while you turned the shower on, you turned back in time to take over when his hands sought his belt. As it came loose, you hooked your fingers in the waist of his underwear, drawing them down as you lowered to your knees. Helping him out of his socks, his fingers skated gently through your hair, a tender caress, a silent thank you.

Rising to your feet, you encouraged him into the shower. Removing your clothing with speed, you stepped in behind him. Already the water was turning brown, running in muddy streams down his face, chest and back. Eventually, you would ask, but not yet, not while his breath hitched and rattled.

Taking up the shampoo, you moved before him, unsurprised when his hands latched to your hips. Warm and cold, they stayed still, his thumb dragging small circles occasionally, but otherwise, his movements were minimal, almost as if he were afraid to move too much as if he’d shatter and break if he did. Stretching up, you worked the lather through his hair, picking out twigs and leaves, painting a picture of a flight through the brush at some point, or a hard run for his life.

The idea of it took your breath, but you didn’t let it show, not now while he was still living whatever hell he’d fought. Tipping his chin up, you helped the water rush over his scalp, lathering a second time when it again ran murky. He had beautiful hair, dark and soft, a pleasure to touch. Seeing it like this was a travesty.

Picking up a sponge and the bottle labelled antiseptic wash, you dumped a generous amount onto it. Bucky still had issues with doctors, medical bays, and cold metal tables. He did alright with Bruce, but when Banner wasn’t available, or the memories were riding him hard, only you would do.

The lab had created the soap with Bucky in mind, something he could use to wash out the worst wounds until he was comfortable having someone check him out.

You’d gotten the stuff in a paper cut once. It stung like a wicked bitch, but he didn’t even flinch when you washed out the cut on his arm, what was apparently a bullet graze on his thigh, and the strange slice you realized was a knife wound on the back of his neck. The idea of a blade anywhere near his throat had fear pounding in your heart as you touched it with your fingertips. “Bucky?”

“Self-inflicted.” He looked out at you from behind a veil of wet hair.

You arched a brow.

“Later.”

Humming softly, you finished up, washing his thighs and calves, making sure both bruises and cuts were all covered by the soap. It’s healing properties, combine with his advance metabolism, would have the dark patches and frayed skin looking like new in no time.

Turning off the water, you stepped out, wrapped a towel around yourself, and returned with a big fluffy one to work over all of him. Drying his back you leaned forward, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades.

He shivered but remained quiet.

You scrubbed the towel over his head, drying the shaggy locks, before urging him into the bedroom. Finding him a pair of briefs, you handed them over, watching as he slid them up his thighs, dressing swiftly in your own tank and shorts. A return to the bathroom had you retrieving the first aid kit.

Laid out on the bed, you silently doctored all his wounds, wrapping and bandaging when necessary. At his feet, you took out a bottle of lotion and worked it into his soles with your thumbs. He groaned, turning into putty beneath your touch.

You rubbed both feet, relaxing the tight arches, before shifting up to give his right hand the same treatment. It, too, was tense, as if it had been clenched hard for some time.

When you were finished, you climbed up on the bed, pulled the duvet up from the foot, settled in the mound of pillows and drew his head to your chest. Running your fingers through his hair, you hummed a quiet tune, soft and soothing.

His arms wrapped around your waist, tugged you in tight, and for the first time since he’d come home, Bucky took a full breath and relaxed.

“Baby,” he whispered, his face lifting to tuck up against your throat, lips leaving a gentle kiss.

“S’okay, Bucky.” Drawing your hand down his back, you pet him like a cat, calming the writhing tide of memories and fears which haunted him.

“Love you.” On a quiet sigh, he fell asleep.

Continuing to pet and stroke, you waited, knowing another would join you, seeking the comfort of familiarity you were happy to offer.

The door opened.

You looked up, smiled at Steve in his pajama pants and t-shirt, and threw back a corner of the duvet. “C’mon.”

He crawled in, tucked his face against your abdomen, and slung an arm over both you and Bucky.

“Thanks, doll,” he murmured, squeezing gently.

“It’s fine, Stevie.” Threading your fingers through his hair, you hummed softly, happy to comfort your soldier and his best friend.

It was nothing untoward, Stevie in your bed. They’d talked about the past in New York as kids when they’d often bunked together to keep little Steve from freezing. Even after, as big Steve, when exhaustion hit, they habitually fell face down on the same flat surface together.

The first night it had happened accidentally after you’d moved in with Bucky had been a bit of a shock. Steve’s blond head had rested against the back of your shoulder, but as you’d grown up with siblings of your own, and occasionally bunked together when someone had a nightmare, you’d let it go and gone back to sleep.

Steve had done a lot of stuttering come morning, but you shrugged it off. So he cuddled. Who cared? Sleeping between two human furnaces had proven delightful when it was cold outside.

When Steve rubbed his nose against your abdomen, you giggled quietly.

“I mean it, doll face.”

“I know, Stevie. Have a nap. You can tell me how Bucky slice open the back of his neck later.”

Humming, he chuckled. “He was pretending to be He-Man.”

“What?” you snickered softly.

“Mmm, the whole sword strapped to your back thing. Good thing he used a little knife. He might a lopped off his head otherwise.”

“Punk,” Bucky grumbled.

“Jerk,” Steve replied.

“Can’t a guy get any sleep without you two yackity-yacking?” He gave Steve a lazy push. “Go find your own girl. Stop loving on mine.”

“Nah. Little sis cuddles are the cure for all things.” Snuggling deeper he shoved Bucky back, nothing more than a weak push.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m an overgrown security blanket. Both of you hush up and sleep,” you quipped without heat.

Mumbles of, “Yes ma'am,” came from both sides as they drifted off together.

Patting both of your boys, your lover and the one you considered your brother, you drifted off, grateful the love you shared was enough to fix what ailed them.

-The End-

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His beauty and her beast chapter 8

Just another chapter on my favourite ship! Hope you enjoy

Kim XXX

Sasuke sneaked away from the sleeping form of Hinata. He'd somehow managed to move her from off his chest, freeing his arm in process and laying her head on her pillow without waking her up. By some miracle, he had then sneaked across her room and managed to close the door gently without waking her.

“What'ya doing?”

“Shit! Naruto?!” Sasuke jumped at the sound of his best friend's voice right beside him.

“Since when has anyone been able to sneak up on you?” Naruto asked him in shock. “Hey..er...isn't that Hinata's room?” Sasuke looked from Hinata's now shut door and back to his best friend.

“Maybe...” He quickly turned and began walking at a fast pace to his own bedroom, hoping Naruto wouldn't catch the slight blush on his cheeks, notice that he was in his pyjamas or follow him. However with a best friend as nosey as Nauto he had no such luck and annoyingly today of all day's Naruto noticed everything.

“Wait it's 7 in the morning, you're in your pyjamas and I just caught you snaking out of Hinata's room....Did you guys sleep together?”

“No. Yes. No. Urh not like that! Just shut up Dobe!”

“Ha look you all flustered.” Naruto began to laugh at him, “So you did sleep together?”

“No! She had a nightmare ok and she was screaming and I went in there to calm her down. Nothing happened!”

“Oh Sasuke you're my knight in shinning armour.” Naruto faked talking like a girl and pretended to faint in to Sasuke's arms only for Sasuke to let him drop to the floor. “Ow! What the hell you're suppose to catch me!”

“I only help beautiful women.” Sasuke smirked and stepped over Naruto, who's body now occupied most of the corridor.

“So you do admit you think Hinata is beautiful.”

“I'd have to be blind not to think so.” Saauke answered Naruto's (in his opinion) ridiculous question.

“You like her.” Naruto sounded almost shocked. Seeing Sasuke open his bedroom door he quickly dashed into his bedroom before Sasuke could close the door on him.

“Naruto-” Sasuke's voice came out strained and almost threatening but that didn't stop Naruto's questioning.

“Why can't you just admit it? You like her.”

“So what if I do? Nothing can happen-”

“Wow- You actually just admitted it!”

“What? You just asked me to?”

“Yeah but...I mean, I didn't think you'd actually admit to liking her, you've never told anyone you like them.”

“That's not true.” Sasuke replied hesitantly, “Ok so you have a point. But that doesn't change the fact that nothing could happen between us.”

“What make's you think that?”

“Look at me! I'm evil incarnated, she's...well she's...innocence wrapped in sugar.” Sasuke sighed in defeat and sat himself down on his bed with his head in his arms.

“Evil incarnated, huh? I think you give yourself too much credit.” Naruto tried to lighten Sasuke's mood.

“I wouldn't even know where to start.”

“With what?”

“Dating!” Sasuke threw his head up exasperated.

“Well that's easy; flower's, chocolates, promises you don't intend to keep-”

“Since when were you the expert on dating?-”

“- Since I started reading-”

“-No, no, no your perverted Godfather's books don't count.”

“For someone who just woke up with the girl he likes in his arms you really are a grouch in the mornings.”

“Fuck off.” Sasuke smirked at Naruto's jibbing.

“Oh I got it! It's nearly December.” Naruto stared at Sasuke with excitement written all over his face, however Sasuke had no idea what was so special about December.

“And?...” Sasuke gestured with his hands for Naruto to keep going.

“What do you mean and? You don't know?”

“Do you purposely try to aggravate me?”

“It's Hinata's birthday in December. You should get her something special; something that shows her you care, something totally awesome!”

“That's great and all but what the hell do I get her?” Sasuke rolled his eyes at his friends enthusiastic nature to everything.

“Err...Huh? I dunno? Maybe ask Hanabi? Anyway I better get to the Hokage tower before Kakashi thinks I'm slacking. Catch you later.”

Hinata stood in the shower in a daze, the memories from the night before were at the forefront of her mind. But her main worry was she didn't know how to face Sasuke, or what to say to him to even be able begin to thank him for his kind words.

Since returning from the war every nightmare she'd ever had had brought with it a panic attack, yet somehow last night Sasuke had not only stopped it, he had also managed to aid her back to sleep, something that had never happened before. Being wrapped in his embrace, feeling him stroke her arm as she cried, the way he had played with a stand of her hair, just being there for her! He had made her feel ok again, no more than ok! He had made her feel that it was ok to cry; to miss Neji. But also, that what happened wasn't her fault! And for once she believed that! She had been carrying so much guilt and pain around with her that she'd lost sight of her life. She'd let grief and sadness cloud her judgement, her friendships had all suffered, she hardly spoke to Kiba or Shino anymore. Even Kurenai sensei, who she had once seen as a second mother, Hinata hardly spoke to anymore. She couldn't say her life would change in a night, but what she could without a doubt tell you was Sasuke Uchiha had shown her that her life was worth living. Not just her but for Neji also! She wouldn't allow herself to wallow and be depressed any longer.

Once dressed for the day Hinata felt a lease of life spark within her, so much so it made her giggle at her reflection. She could see a sparkle back in her eyes that had been dull and lifeless for so long, her skin almost had a healthy glow to it. Feeling giddy she ran out her room and straight to Sasuke's.

Knocking on the door, confidently for a change, she waited in anticipation. Feeling like Sasuke was taking too long Hinata knocked on the door again, a little louder this time.

“Coming!”

She heard him shout, before the door burst open. Hinata had to bite her lip to stop a gasp from escaping at seeing Sasuke in just a pair of joggers with his whole upper body on show. She had seen him half naked before of course, but that had been when he'd been injured from the puppet; she had been engrossed in healing his back then. Now however, in the light of day, she could see every defined muscle! From pec to pelvis she could see Sasuke's chest was clearly distinguished, through years and years of rigorous training he had gained a perfectly defined six-pack. She couldn't help but notice the way his abdominal muscles moved as he breathed. The outline line of muscle that curved down at the side of his abs and into his shorts.

“Oh- Hinata?” Sasuke smirked at her and began to rub a towel on his hair, “Come on in.” He indicated to her. Hinata nodded her head slowly and walked in to the room. “You ok? You look a bit flushed.”

“Oh- No. I'm fine.” She blushed all the more, thankful he'd put a black t-shirt on, at least she could try and put a sentence together now.

“How are you feeling?” He asked her while he carried on getting ready.

“I-I'm good thank you. Actually...Last night is why I'm here-”

“-Yeah I'm sorry I fell asleep, I was just exhausted and-”

“-No! No, please don't apologise.” Hinata took hold of Sasuke's hands in hers, begging him to look at her and see how genuine she was, “I mean...It's just that the only reason I was able to sleep again was because you were there and your words last night.”

“I meant them. Nothing that happened is your fault.”

A feeling of pure relief engulfed her once more from hearing those words off someone who knew exactly how she felt. Feeling her eyes begin to tear from the emotion Hinata wrapped her arms around Sasuke's waist and pressed her cheek to his chest. She felt Sasuke stiffen at her sudden embrace, his shock however didn't last long and his arms soon wrapped themselves around her too.

“Thank you, Sasuke.” She could only whisper.

“For what? All I did was state the truth.”

“I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank you.”

“You really don't-”

“-I want to!” Hinata pulled back and looked deeply in to Sasuke's eyes, hoping that he saw her will strong. “I'll do anything, all you have to do is ask.” She implored.

“Well...I suppose there is one thing.” Sasuke admitted, “Come with me.” He gently took hold of her hand and led her out his bedroom and down the hallway. Hinata had never been down this side of the house before, she had respected Sasuke's wishes for her not to go looking in the west wing.

Sasuke paused outside a door, right at the bottom of the corridor; the door was like all the other ones in the house, nothing about it gave any clue to what lay behind it.

“I haven't opened this door since...Well for a long time.” He admitted, “Ready?”

“Are you?” She asked sensing his hesitation to open the door.

Although he didn't vocally answer her question, Sasuke did go ahead and open the door. Silently Hinata followed Sasuke into the room, she could only make out shapes at first because all the curtains were drawn. Once Sasuke threw open one pair of curtains Hinata was able to see the room more clearly.

Looking around her she noted the double bed, it's grandness drew her attention straight away; with its dark wood and deep red covers. The room was large, much larger than her own and Sasuke's put together. The bed took up some of the space on the back wall along with it's two bedside tables on each side, on top of them Hinata could make out a piece of jewellery of some kind but she was not yet close enough to fully inspect it.

On the right hand side of the room Hinata could make out a rather grand door, it had been left slightly ajar but Hinata could not make out what lay behind until Sasuke opened the next set of curtains.

Hinata was hesitant to move from where she stood but it was obvious this was a bedroom, she just didn't know who's. Once the natural light from the last set of curtains were opened the question of who's bedroom this once was, was answered. Hung up on the wall, to the side of the door Sasuke and herself had walked in, was a painting of a portrait of a family. Hinata felt almost in a trance looking at a certain pair of dark eyes, they were familiar to her she knew it, she just didn't know where? Hinata's hand moved up to touch the child who eyes had drawn her to them, it was only then she realised how close she now was to painting that she could actually touch it. Now that she was closer the sudden realisation hit her, the eyes that were so familiar to her belonged to Sasuke. Not only was Sasuke in the painting but next to him sat a boy older than Sasuke, a stern looking man and a beautiful woman next to him. Each parent had their outer hand on one of their son's shoulder's.

“That's my mother.” Sasuke informed her. Hinata hadn't realised he moved beside her and was now admiring the painting also.

“She's very beautiful.” Hinata looked towards Sasuke and saw a flicker of sadness before he controlled his features.

“Who's bedroom is this?” Hinata inquired, she had her suspicions but she didn't want to presume.

“This is the master bedroom, my parent's bedroom – was my parent's bedroom.” Sasuke glanced around the room seemingly in another world, “I figured it was time I take my place in the house as well as becoming the head of my clan, hopefully.” Sasuke went on to explain, “I mean, it wouldn't look right the head of a clan living in the smallest bedroom would it? So I thought maybe you could help me turn this place into my own? You did a great job in the lounge and to be honest I don't think I could trust anyone else-”

“I would love to.” Hinata smiled up at him, hearing a sigh of relief off Sasuke in response.

“This time I'll actually help you though, you know pick furniture and stuff. This stuff really isn't to my taste.”

“Let's go then,” Hinata suggested, “I need to go into town anyway, why don't we go now?”

Sasuke walked beside Hinata through the busy streets of the village. He tried to not notice the looks he was getting, he could handle them; but when he noticed the looks Hinata was also getting, that made his blood boil. Who the hell did these common villagers think they were? What made them think they had any right to judge others?

“It's ok.” Hinata looked towards him as they weaved their way through the main street crowded with people.

“Sorry?”

“I can see you getting angsty at the way people are looking.”

“Oh – No I don't mind them looking at me...I mean I'm use to it. But why are they-”

“Looking at me?” Hinata finished for him.

“Mmm.” Sasuke nodded.

“They think I'm strange I guess. But one day I'll show them I'm just me.”

“They think your strange? Have they met Naruto? Or better yet Rock Lee?” Sasuke smiled hearing Hinata laugh at his remark, the funny thing was he wasn't even trying to make a joke, he'd been deadly serious.

“Like you, I'm use to the looks by now.” Hinata informed him.

The pair walked in to the library side by side, the moment the old librarian looked up from his book and saw Hinata his face lit up. Sasuke smirked at his reaction realising she didn't only brighten his day but others too. When the old man looked at him Sasuke saw his face drop.

“U-Uchiha Sasuke?” The librarian stammered.

“Hn.”

“Er- Miss Hinata w-what can I do for you today?”

Sasuke gazed to the floor, blocking the conversation between the two. He hated the fact the people were still afraid of him, he wished, like Hinata, he could show them somehow that he'd changed.

Caught up in his own thoughts Sasuke glanced towards Hinata. Just by the look on her face he could tell how much she loved this place; the library, being surrounded by books; and just like that it hit him! The perfect birthday present. It would take work he knew, but to see the look on her face like she had now, he would do anything!!

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The Other Guy

Prompt: Jay and Mark both like the same girl but she has eyes for Jay. They end up fighting it out. - Someone sent me this in a private message and now I can’t remember who it was. If it was you let me know so I can tag you here!

“Jay,” I mumbled softly against his commanding lips, as his hand crept up to prop on the door, beside my head.

“Come on,” he groaned, his knee pressing my legs apart as he moved closer.

“I have to go,” I giggled, as his mouth moved down my neck.

"You don’t have to do anythin’,” he growled against my skin “But stay right here…with me.”

"Jay,” I sighed, fidgeting beneath him, “I can’t.”

Every bit of me wanted to stay in his room but I knew better. We had only been on a few dates and I wasn’t about to fall into his bed when I didn’t know who else might be sharing it.

He raised his head up and ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek, frustration creeping across his features.

“I told you,” he sighed sternly “There ain’t nobody else.”

“I know,” I nodded breathlessly, as I pulled my skirt back down to hit above my knees.

“Ya don’t believe me, do you?” he smirked, his fingers gripping his jaw and running along the beginning of his new beard.

He had shaved his hair again and cut his beard back to practically nothing. He would be a liar if he said it wasn’t because I had mentioned I preferred that look on him.

“Jay,” I reached out, moving his hand away and grabbing hold of his face “It’s me, ok? This is all me.”

“So that’s it?” he huffed, his eyes darting around the room “It’s not you, it’s me. That bullshit, cop out?”

“It’s not a cop out,” I recoiled from him “It’s the truth. I need time to find my place here. Jesus, Jay I’ve only been here for three months. I want to be doing so much in the Creative Department and I have all these responsibilities…”

I felt my nose start to burn and I knew within no time a tear would start sliding down my cheek.

He recognized it immediately and let out a breath.

“No, no, don’ do that,” he reached for me and cupped my face “Don’t do that, ok? Sweetheart, I can wait. You wanna take this slow, then that’s we’ll do.”

I nodded, although I didn’t really believe him.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” he pulled me closer, his lips ghosting across the top of my head as he spoke.

“Are you still gonna see other people?”

I let the question hang in the air, like I knew it would. I felt him tense up.

“That’s what I thought,” I pulled back from him and bit down on my lip.

This time, the tears did start to slide down. Not a flood but definitely enough to make me embarrassed. I didn’t want to cry in front of him.

Jay might have feelings for me but I knew better than to think he would go without while I figured out what I wanted.

“Hey,” his thumb grazed one of the tears “We both got a lot to think about, right?”

I wasn’t sure how to answer him so I just continued to look up at him, tears streaming.

“Fuck,” he sighed, both his thumbs working to rub off the tears “Don’t, don’t do this shit…I won’t see anybody else, ok? I won’t.”

“No,” I shook my head firmly “You’re a grown man. You can do whatever you want….I guess whenever I figure things out…I’ll see if you still want me.”

He pulled back, running his hand over his face. He nodded, his eyes not meeting mine as I reached behind my back for the door knob.

“You gonna see other guys?” he finally looked over at me, as he stood sideways in front of me.

I did my best to avoid the ripples in his abs and his tattoos that were glistening in the light of the room. Jay shirtless was something difficult for me to ignore.

“I, I don’t…I don’t know,” I finally whispered “Like you said, there’s a lot to think about.”

Clearly, that set off a fire inside him and his whole face twisted in anger, that he was trying desperately to hide.

“Yeah,” he finally spoke.

Before I could make another move, he sauntered toward me. Our eyes locked and I felt a yearning I hadn’t in a very long time.

His mouth placed a soft kiss on my forehead as he held it between his hands, then the tip of my nose and lastly on my lips.

“You’re so fuckin’ adorable,” he whispered in a gravely voice “I can’t stand the thought of someone touchin’ you.”

I forced a smile, opened the door and walked backwards out of it.

I hesitated outside for a second, just in case he came after me. He didn’t but I did hear a loud pop and watched as the door shook on it’s hinges. Jay had clearly punched it.

My breath caught in my throat and I contemplated going back but I forced myself to walk down the hall to the elevator.

I cared a lot about Jay. I was just scared. I knew enough about the business to know that guys in his profession would often play the field. That was why I knew when I asked him if he would stay single, he wouldn’t be able to tell me yes.

My job was my number one priority and I’d be damned if I let a broken heart drive me away from my dream career.

I could still feel his hands all over me as I stepped into the elevator.

A couple weeks went by and things stayed fairly normal between us.

We still talked, sometimes standing probably a little too close. I would catch him staring at me and there were times I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his lips.

One day, he was telling some outlandish story and motioning his hands around. I was supposed to be listening along with everyone else standing there but all I could do was stare at his fingers. All I could think about was how rough they felt when he slid them up underneath my skirt, how strong they were when he gripped my waist with them…I was pretty sure he noticed something was off but thankfully he couldn’t read my mind.

Later that night, the show wrapped and I was standing outside the venue waiting on my ride.

“My brother around?”

I jumped from surprise but when I turned around, I relaxed.

It was just Mark.

“Haven’t seen him since before the show,” I shrugged “Why?”

“I had a question for him,” Mark ran his hand up the back of his neck “I can ask him later.”

He continued to stand there and finally I glanced over at him, with a smirk on my face.

“Everything, ok?” I tilted my head questioningly.

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s cool,” he nodded, still fidgeting.

“You sure?” I turned to face him “If you need me to find Jay, I can go back inside and…”

“No, no,” he moved a little closer “I um, I guess you could say I wanted to talk to you.”

“Me?” I laughed “What for?”

“My brother said, that you two weren’t seein’ each other right now.”

"Yeah,” I sighed inwardly “We’re just…I’m just trying to take some time to myself.”

“So…If another man, who was interested in ya, asked you out…Then you’d say no?”

Had Jay sent him here to spy on me?

“No,” I answered quickly “It would depend on the situation. On the man…Why?”

“Just curious,” Mark lowered his eyes to the ground and shuffled his rolling suitcase around.

My phone lit up then and I saw my driver pulling up to the curb.

“You have a ride?”

“Hm? No, I was gonna call for one.”

“You can ride with me. I mean, we’re staying at the same hotel.”

Mark smiled eagerly at me and took my bag, placing it in the trunk of the car before getting in the backseat with me.

“You sure are a sweet girl,” Mark glanced over at me “My brother isn’t good enough for you anyway.”

I laughed, running my hand through my hair. I felt nervous now. I was almost positive Jay had planted Mark.

“Why do you say that?”

“Jay’s all rough and rowdy and got a mean streak in him two miles long,” Mark ran his hands up and down his knees.

“So do you,” I pointed out.

“Me?” he laughed “Not like him. My mean streak’s only half as mean as his.”

I giggled and I was pretty sure I saw his cheeks flush.

Before long we were at the hotel and he got my bag for me. Once we were inside the lobby, I turned to thank him for keeping me company.

He was staring at me. A longing in his eyes that I recognized because brothers have similar behaviors.

“Thank you,” I ignored it “I appreciated the company.”

He nodded, backing away slowly and walking down the hall.

Fuck.

The next night, the boys were running practice in the ring before the show, with Bully Ray.

I was sitting in one of the seats in the lower section, flipping through a stack of road notes.

“Break,” Bully raised his voice “Five minutes, boys.”

I glanced up to see Bully prop himself in the corner while Jay went to get both of them a bottle of water. Mark slid out of the ring and walked toward me.

I had on blue jeans and coincidentally enough a Dem Boys t-shirt, my feet propped on the seat in front of me. I felt myself tense just a little as he got closer.

“Hey,” Mark smiled, before stepping over the row and sitting down beside me.

“Hey…Mark,” I shut my folder and drew in a deep breath.

“Listen, uh,” he started fidgeting again and I could feel my face heating up “Last night, I wasn’t really looking for Jay.”

“You weren’t?” I pretended to be surprised.

“No, see I was lookin’ for you.”

As he said it, his hand reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear. He was being so sweet that I hated to pull away from him, so I didn’t.

“Me?” I shifted in my seat “Why?”

“Well, I was wonderin’ if maybe you would…”

His fingers were still lingering by my cheek just as an explosion set off on the other side of the room.

“What in tha fuck are you doin’?!”

We both jerked our heads around to see Jay storming toward us. Sweat and water were dripping down his chest, his eyes were lit up and I instantly felt worried for the both of us.

“You said you weren’t with her,” Mark stood up “And I kind of like her.”

“You son of a bitch!”

Jay’s fist connected with Mark’s nose and I screamed in shock as I jumped to my feet. He reached over and jerked Mark over the rows of seats to the concrete around the ring.

“Jay!” Bully shouted, but he didn’t move to do anything.

Jay slammed Mark’s back into the ring apron and I started jumping over the rows to get to them.

“She ain’t got a fuckin’ ring on her finger!” Mark shouted, getting in a good blow to Jay’s stomach as he stood to his feet.

“I told you!” Jay grabbed Mark’s unsteady face in between his hand “I told you how I felt about this girl. I told you to watch her. I didn’t tell you to try ta fuck her!”

Mark headbutted Jay and he fell down against the ring barricade.

“Mark!” Bully sighed “Mark, just cut this shit out!”

Jay quickly got back up on his feet and the two started trading blows ringside. Mark’s nose was bleeding and Jay’s knuckles were covered in it.

“Guys!” I shouted as I finally reached them “Stop!”

“You stay out of this!” Jay looked over at me.

As he turned his head, Mark landed a good punch on the jaw and Jay grunted in pain.

“Bully!” I shrieked, walking over toward him “Do something!”

“It’s best to let brothers just fight this shit out,” he shrugged, lifting his water bottle to his lips.

“You motherfucker!” Jay landed another shot to Mark’s nose.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you couldn’t keep tha girl around!” Mark screamed wildly at him.

Jay jumped him then, knocking him to the floor and pounding him even harder in the face with his momentum over him.

“Jay!” Bully finally threw down his water bottle “That’s enough man!”

“Stop it!” I followed him.

“Jay!” Bully pulled him to his feet.

Mark was all bloody on the floor and Jay had a busted lip.

“What is wrong with you two?!” I looked between them, as Mark made it to his feet.

“He touch you?” Jay pointed at Mark, who was standing nearest to me.

“What?” I gasped, laced with a laugh of surprise.

“Did my brother put his hands on you?”

“What difference does it make, huh?” Mark wiped his nose with his hand “She ain’t yours, big brother!”

Jay gritted his teeth and struggled slightly in Bully’s tight grasp.

“Get him away from me,” Jay managed to growl out “Now.”

Bully let go of Jay and took hold of Mark, backing him toward the door.

“Man, you gotta get your nose checked out,” Bully sighed.

I stood there in front of Jay. He was all bloody, sweat dripping down off him.

What was I suppose to say?

I’m sorry that I was nice to your brother?

“Jay,” I opened my mouth while still searching for the words.

“I can’t do it,” Jay held his arms up before letting them crash to his sides.

“What?” I furrowed my brow.

“I can’t work with you and not be wit you,” he walked closer to me.

“I, I don’t know if I,” I sighed.

“You can trust me,” he reached out, tugging me closer by my t-shirt “If that’s what you’re worried about.”

My eyes dropped to the floor because that was the main reason.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he groaned as he wiped the back of his hand on his pants before lightly brushing it across my cheek “You’re afraid I’ll run around on you.”

“You still have blood on your hand,” I whispered.

He chuckled, his other arm pulling me against his wet body.

“If I promise you, right here. Right now, in front of God and everybody, that I’ll be with you and only you…What would you say?”

“That I think you’re crazy,” I laughed.

“No, sweetheart, I’m not crazy,” he whispered, his hand stroking my cheek harder.

“You beat your brother up so bad you probably broke his nose,” I shook my head.

“If my brother comes near you again…I’ll do it again…I’d die for that boy,” he turned his hand over and held my jaw “But I’ll tell ya somethin’…He won’t take what I ain’t willin’ to give up.”

“But,” I started to protest.

“I never wanted to give you up,” he pressed his finger to my lips “That was all you, baby.”

I nodded slowly.

“Hey, Jay!”

Bully’s voice interrupted our moment.

“Your brotha’s nose is gushin’ blood ‘ere. Ya think ya might wanna come help me? Seein’ as how you’re tha one who did it and all?”

“You should do that,” I whispered, motioning toward Bully.

“Yeah,” he ran his tongue over his busted lip “Guess I should.”

I reached my fingers up and slid two of them lightly over his lip. He winced.

“Think you might need some medical attention too,” I smirked at him.

I had just changed into my pajamas and was searching for my eye mask in my suitcase when I heard the knock on the door later that night.

I quickly grabbed the bathrobe in the closet and slid it on.

It was Jay.

I opened it and smiled softly at him.

“Hey,” he swung his arms with their balled up fists by his sides “Can I uh, can I come in a minute?”

He had a gash covered by two strips of tape above his eye and the other one was growing black and blue underneath it.

“Are you ok?” I gasped.

“Yeah,” he grinned, as I let him inside “You should see the other guy.”

“How is he?” I grimaced.

“He’s fine. He’s fuckin’ pissed as hell but he’ll get over it.”

We stood there staring at each other for a minute. My eyes started lingering on his lips, as they often did and I realized I was biting on my own.

“You wanna kiss me?” he growled.

“What?” I laughed.

“When you bite your lip like that,” he started untying the belt on my robe “You always start kissing me.”

“I do?” I whispered, as he pushed the robe off to reveal my nightgown.

“Mhm,” he nodded, raising his arms for me to pull his shirt over his head.

It was then I noticed the cuts and bruises on his knuckles.

“You sure you’re feeling ok for this?” I looked up into his eyes.

“Sweetheart, I’ve been waitin’ too long to let a fuckin’ black eye and some bummed up knuckles stop me from touchin’ you,” he moaned before he wrapped his arms around my waist.

I jumped, allowing him to lift me and I wrapped my legs around his torso. He pressed our foreheads together, his hand gripping the back of my head.

“This silky thing is fuckin’ sexy,” his other hand slid across my ass where the gown covered it.

“It’s not even lingerie,” I giggled against his neck.

“It is on you,” he whispered in my ear “Everything is sexy on you.”

I squealed as he dropped me onto the bed and started unbuttoning his jeans.

Once he was only in his underwear, his eyes caught mine again.

“Sit up,” he motioned softly and I did.

His hands slid the gown off me and he sighed, as he immediately began to glide them along my body.

“Shit,” he laughed nervously, his fingers colliding with my hips.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to mine. His tongue danced along the inside of my cheeks immediately, pushing against my own.

Before long, his kisses got more intense and I gasped for air between each one.

Jay’s fingers ripped my panties down off me and I smiled against his lips.

“That ok with you?” he mumbled against my mouth, before trailing his lips down underneath my ear.

“Yes,” I leaned my head back and sighed, as his mouth moved back up to circle around my ear and press against it.

“I wanna fuck your brains out, sweetheart,” he moaned as his wet tongue snaked along the curve of my earlobe.

“Please,” I giggled as I let him push me down on the bed.

I watched as his underwear fell to the floor and I smiled at what I saw. His hand gripped his dick and jerked it slowly for a few seconds. I sighed in pleasure when he slid me to the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees.

I sat up, placing my legs on either side of his head completely stretched out. I took his face in my hands, dipping my lips down to his. He was soon stealing my oxygen supply again as his hands moved up and down my thighs, his fingers digging into my skin.

Finally, he pulled his mouth away. His tongue slid down my body to the bottom of my belly and I whimpered when he moved further down once again.

Jay rocked me back ever so slightly and his mouth made contact with my clit. I felt a shiver run up my back.

“Jay,” I moaned, my hair falling in my eyes as I tried to watch him from his place on the floor.

He sucked me completely into his mouth, his tongue gliding across me rapidly. I felt my knees stiffen around his head. He was already bringing me to the point of orgasm and he had only been going for a couple minutes.

He moaned against me, his hands pulling my legs tighter around his head.

“Please…Right there…Oh my god,” a string of commands and praise resounding from my mouth as I wriggled on the mattress

Finally I felt everything build in my lower abdomen and as it flowed through my body, I let out the loudest scream I ever have during sex. I couldn’t stop myself.

It was that damn good. It felt that amazing.

I felt Jay’s tongue lick my thighs dry before he raised up and hovered over me.

“You liked that, huh?” he smirked, his forehead batting roughly against mine.

I was already exhausted and I managed a nod in approval.

He laughed, hoisting my legs around his waist. He wriggled me again down to the edge of the bed and stood to his feet.

“Please?” I panted again and he smiled, easing inside of me.

“Shit,” he groaned, his eyes practically rolling back in their sockets.

“You like that, huh?” I echoed his words.

“Fuck,” he grunted, his pace picking up “You were worth the wait.”

I arched my back, as his grip on my hips grew tighter. He was slamming me up and down on him.

“How’s that?” he asked and I knew he wanted the truth.

“Fuck,” I giggled in response “…Faster…Please?”

A smirk spread across his lips and he sped up again.

Jay raised my legs up a little higher and when he plunged deeper, I thought I was going to explode.

“Oh my god,” I whimpered “Don’t move…Fuck, stay there.”

I squeezed my eyes shut but I could hear him groan. Apparently, my responses were turning him on even more.

His speed was a furious pace now and I felt myself start to tighten around him.

“Am I gonna make you cum?” he grunted, his hand sliding down to squeeze one of my breasts roughly.

I nodded, unable to speak and he rammed into me a few more times. Another scream left my lips but his own lips capped over mine this time. I felt him push into me twice more and then he shuttered, moaning curse words into the confines of my mouth.

I tightened my legs around his waist and he laughed softly into my hair before I forced his eyes up to look at me. I ran my hand over the tape above his eye.

“You sure you’re, ok?”

He grinned, his lips kissing my forehead gently before he pulled back.

“I’m a million percent better than the fuckin’ other guy.”

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