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bts-trash-blog · 3 years

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Best Of Us

Chapter 5:Flipped

Summary: Being an Omega is hard, it could be so lonely. The hardships that you would sometimes feel seemed to much, always expected of things you could never fully reach. Always seen as a piece of meat to some, seen as weak and stupid. So you worked your ass off to finally work your dream job. And the world all changed when you met one of the bosses. And couldn't help but end up falling.

Paring: Rap Line X Fem!Chubby OmegaReader

Warning: A/O/B!VERS, mentions of sexual harassment, heats, ruts, knotting, breeding, angst, possessive behavior, more warnings will be added as needed.

An: Holy crap thank you guys for all the love on this story!! i can’t wait for you guys to see where this story goes, and I know this chapter is on the short side but the next couple of ones are going to be long. Also you are going to get pissed at the OC, no doubt. She hurts the boys, but I swear the wait, the pain, will all make sense at the end.

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Your hands were shaking, wrapped in a sweater paws, back against the cold metal wall of the elevator, mind racing. Your eyes closing as you let out a whine at the thought of the three ,and you were going to be spending the night with what your best friend Bambam pointed out were most likely your mates. No it can’t be. You shake your head, arms winding themselves around yourself as you take a deep breath in. How didn’t you notice? How didn’t you notice the way their scent affected you, well you did you noticed in your own way, you just decided what you felt was the need of another. Yet when these words hit you, it felt as if the whole world hit you. Taking another deep breath in, you unknowingly had tears falling down your eyes as you sniffled, making your scent grow thick, sour. Why didn’t they say anything? What if you lose them? What if they don’t want you? No. Stop thinking that.

Your plan of wanting to calm down before you enter the floor, but your anxiety was up just as the doors flew open and suddenly Namjoons scent of pears and peaches swarmed you, arms around your waist and head buried into your neck. The feeling of his nose against your scent gland had your body feel as if it was vibrating, twisting into his touch. Your hands gripping his waist as he rocks your back and forth, the doors closing, as he lets out a purr against your neck. Your eyes letting tears fall onto his chest as his laced hands rests on your back, chirps and purrs coming from Namjoon filled the elevator as you let out a whine.

“Shhhh.” Namjoon mumbled against your skin, making you tighten your eyes, keeping them close as you moved a hand from his waist up and against his chest, gripping the sweater he was in. It smelt of him. It smelt of a mouth watering pear and sweet desirable peaches, it had your eyes almost rolling back, as your hand let out another whimper. “Stay with me, with us.” Namjooon whispered into your skin, his nose running along your scent glane making him whine against you. The thick distress scent that was swarming the two of you was dultining, lessioning as the doors opened again. The smell of a minty vanilla scent had Namjoon relaxing more than he was when you had wrapped your hands around him.

“Joon, come on.” Hoseok's voice had your head moving away from Namjoon chest, sniffling as Namjoon still clung to you. “Joon..Omega come on.” Hoseok's words were almost a growl, as Namjoon let out a whine and pulled away. You took a deep breath as you looked at the Alpha, his eyes lingering on the two of you. “You two, Yoongi's office.” Hoseok's voice softened as Namjoon's hand laced with your own making you flinch, having him whine as Hoseok grabbed Namjoon, hand resting on the back of the male Omegas neck. you glance to see his thumb rubbing at a mark on the right side of his neck. You hand absentmindedly reaching for the same spot on your own. It had you shaking your head as you followed after them. Jin now at the desk, his eyes staying on the screen as you follow after the two with caution.

As you follow, Namjoon keeps looking back at the scent of you swarming his senses, it had his head spinning in the elevator, that he couldn’t help but rush to when you and Bambam had walked away. He waited outside the door for ten minutes. Ten minutes that had his skin crawling, that had his heart pounding and his mind racing. You had scented with another Omega, an Omega the smelt like another Alpha. You were going to nest with another Omega. You were gonna cuddle, and sleep with another Omega. You were going to laugh, and joke in what they assumed would be a nest that the two of you were going to put together. That was meant for him. He and you were supposed to gather blankets, pillows and anything elses the two of you wanted to burrow in. He was supposed to make you laugh, and help you destress. It was supposed to be him, to be the omega you turn to when the world got too much. Yet it was that Bambam that you had gone to. It had hurt his heart, and destroyed him to the core. Already having, and still feeling the rejection of earlier that day, this was just another blow that his Omega couldn’t take. Couldn’t handle it. So he had snapped, had taken it a step too far when he had seen the two of you, had seen that Bambam scented you. They had proceeded to scent you right in front of them. He saw red watching as Bambam ran his nose over your scent gland, having made a giggle one they had never heard before pass your lips.

Hoseok and Yoongi were the same way, though it was more so the thought of this Omega, and the lingering scent of who they assumed was his Alpha. Wondering if the two were courting you, trying to make themselves a trio. Logically the Alphas knew that it wasn’t the case, but they couldn’t help but grow protective at the thought. That this Omega and his soon to be Alpha had also started courting you. It drove them insane. It drove Hoseok crazy and it drove Yoongi to anger. You were his. Theirs.

Yet all three felt guilty, when you had come in with a slight gleam in your eyes, how excited you sounded when you talked about nesting with the Omega. You were stressed. You need to destress, need to feel safe and comforted and they took that away. They didn’t even ask what your relationship was with the Omega, which seemed more likely to be a friend, hell they don’t know what your favorite color is let alone who your friends were. And they thought they had any right to control who you spent your night with? Its fucking selfish. They hated that they did it, Yoongi hated that he had used his authority of being your boss over your head, having most likely called your friend a distraction. He hated that he was possessive over you as quickly as he was. You drove them crazy.

It wasn’t like you were feeling much better.

If you were stressed before, you don't know what you were now. Anxious might be the word to explain it, and you could tell the Alpha and Omega in front of you smelled it. Felt it. So as they opened Yoongi's office door, Namjoon lingered back, hand reaching for yours making you stumble forward. Your large frame smashing into his, making him slightly giggle as he stabilized you.

“You’re okay.” It wasn’t a question, it was a reassuring statement towards you. Nodding he had you letting go of his hand and moving inside, a chair already next to Yoongi making you glup as he justers for you to sit. As you move across the room, as quickly as you could, your clumsy self had you stumbling as you trip over your own shoes.

“Sorry.” You squeak moving to sit down as you are suddenly spun around, Hoseoks towering over you making you glup as he bends down. The sound of his knees cracking had Namjoon smile playfully, as he rolls his eyes and smiles at you. His eyes shine against the arifically light, mixing with the moon behind you. It had your brain go blank as his hands rested, hovered over the tops of your thighs once again.

“Sorry about Namjoon. He gets like that when he’s needy.” His words had Namjoon scoffing as he ran his hand through his hair. “Namjoo-”

“Just tell her, good fucking god.” Najoon growled, making your eyes widen as you look back to Hoseoks, his hands, for the first time since you first started working there, touched you. Your muscles flinch involuntarily making Hoseok's eyes snap to you. “Tell her, or I will.”

“Namjoon, stop.” Yoongi growls making both Namjoon and you whine as you pull your hands to wrap around yourself at the tone making Yoongi's eyes widen. You bow your head, body spinning the chair back to face the paperwork in front of you as Yoongi lets out a sigh.

“Y/n, I didn’t mean to use the Alpha tone like that.” You nod awkwardly as you start to flip through the paperwork in front of you. “Y/n.” He mumbles softly making you look over to see his eyes were soft, his lips part as you made eye contact. “I’m sorry.” You once again nod, turning back to the paperwork as you hear Namjoon grunt.

“You’re our fourth.” The room went quiet, so quiet it had the whole room spinning for a split second as you took a deep breath and flip through the paperwork some more.

“I know.”

And the whole world flipped.

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another-tmnt-writer · 4 years

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You Fell From the Sky - Part 2

Leonardo x Reader

Author: Admin Mo

Summary: After falling from the sky and landing literally in the arms of your favorite turtle, it takes some adjustment to live in another reality, but with the help of the leader in blue, you’re getting used to it.

Note: Let it be known that I wrote the first part of this before I knew reality shifting was a thing, but now that I know it is……let me tell you, I am tempted…

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1.6k

It had been three weeks. Three whole weeks living in the lair. You were over the moon. Honestly, it was spectacular. However, after three weeks without a phone charger (you’d been using it very, very sparingly and had it turned off most of the time) your phone was now at one percent. So, you popped into the lab, where Donnie was at the moment.

“Hey Donnie?” You asked tentatively, standing in the doorway.

“Oh, hey (Y/N)! Can I help you with something?” He asked, his voice friendly. He looked up at you, giving you his full attention from whatever he was working on.

“Um, do you have a phone charger I can use?”

“Of course!” He pulled open a drawer on his desk that was absolutely filled with charging chords of every time, meticulously organized with twist ties. “What kind do you need?”

“iPhone.” You said.

He reached into the drawer and handed you a ten-foot chord. “Here you go.”

“Thank you!” You smiled. “What are you working on, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I don’t mind!” He scooted over to let you see his screen. “I’m working on figuring out how to open an interdimensional portal right now. Sorry it’s taking me so long.”

“Don’t be sorry. This is literally groundbreaking work. You’re a genius, but I definitely didn’t expect you to do it overnight.”

“Well that’s reassuring.” He chuckled. “I’ll keep you posted. Don’t want to keep you here any longer than we have to.”

You knew he was kidding about the last bit, but your heart sank a little when he said it. You liked being at the lair. You liked spending time with the guys. Sure, you wanted to go home at some point, but you wished it didn’t have to come so soon.

“Thank you, Donnie.”

You left the lab to find Leo lingering just outside. He looked concerned, his arms crossed, head tilted, blue, blue eyes focused on you. “You okay?” he asked softly.

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

“No reason. You just seemed a little down.” He answered. He stared at you for a moment before remembering, “Oh, April is here. She brought you some more clothes.”

“Awesome. Thank you so much.”

“Don’t mention it.” He shrugged, leading you back out to the living room, where Mikey was ranting about something to April and Casey while Raph listened and shook his head.

You stared at each of them for a long moment, absorbing. Megan Fox and Stephen Amell were standing like twenty feet away from you. It was overwhelming to say the very least. “Holy shit…”

“Hi! You must be (Y/N). I’m April. This is Casey.”

“Hockey puck has got a bit of a chip on his shoulder, but he means well.” Raph elaborated.

“This is so insane.” You laughed, smiling at them. “It’s incredible to meet you. The boys…told you where I’m from, right?”

“Yeah, they did.” April nodded. “That must have been quite the jump.”

“It was. I’m still…getting used to it, I guess.”

“Well, take your time.” She nudged Raph playfully. “They take some getting used to.”

“Hey!” Raph scoffed, nudging her back. “Ya took some getting used to yourself, O’Neil.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much.” Leo said, his eyes sparkling. “I think you’re fitting in just fine.”

You ignored the way your heart raced when he said it, replying with a smirk, “I agree.”

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It was later that night. You were in the kitchen, baking with Splinter’s permission. He was in his room drinking tea and the boys were out on patrol. That was the other thing. Every time they left, you felt empty. You knew they’d be fine, but there was always a little bit of worry nagging in the back of your brain. What if they…weren’t?

So: stress-baking. The recipe of the evening? Chocolate chip cookies. They were a classic you were sure the boys would like. Your hair was up in a messy bun and you had some tunes playing from your phone. You scooped out the balls of cookie dough, setting them in careful rows on the pan before sticking them into the hot oven.

You baked for a few hours, rotating trays until you had a batch big enough to feed four hungry mutant turtles, their father, and yourself.

You switched off the oven, and right as you did, you heard their voices echoing through the tunnels until finally, they entered the lair.

“Good night?” You asked hopefully.

“Better now, angelcakes.” Mikey winked and then stopped in his tracks when he saw the steaming pile of fresh-baked cookies. His eyes widened and he gasped excitedly. “Are these for us?”

“Yep.”

“Wow, she bakes, too, Leo.” Raph teased, reaching for a cookie in time with Donnie.

“Thanks, (Y/N),” said the turtle in the purple bandana.

“Of course.”

Leo went in for one last, still reeling a bit from Raph’s comment, his cheeks rosier than usual. He said softly, “Thank you for doing this.”

“Thank you for letting me crash here. I honestly don’t know what I would have done without you guys finding me when you did.”

“It’s the least we could do.” Leo insisted.

“Alright, quit yer flirting. Let’s all go watch a movie or something.” Raph insisted, walking out towards the TV. The rest of you followed, and of course when you and Leo went to find seats, the only two that were left were right next to each other.

You settled in, blushing a bit. Raph had a smug smirk on his face.

“What?” You challenged, causing him to chuckle.

“Nothin’.”

As it got later, it also got colder, and you soon found yourself shivering the slightest bit, wishing you’d thought to grab a blanket before the movie started like the rest of the guys had.

“Are you cold?” Leo asked.

Instead of telling him you weren’t like you wanted to, you nodded. Without hesitation, he pulled half of his large blue blanket onto your lap, letting you share his warmth. As if you weren’t blushing enough before, he just had to be a gentleman and fluster you even further.

“T-thanks.” You could have punched yourself for stuttering, but Leo didn’t seem to mind. He still kept a polite distance from you, his leg a good few inches from yours despite the blanket that was draped across you both.

You were quiet for the rest of the movie, and when it was over, Raph went to work out, Donnie retreated into his lab, and Mikey went to his room to scroll through TikToks on his phone. That left you and Leo sitting awkwardly under the large blue knitted blanket you were sure Raph had made. Maybe it had been a Christmas present or something. You weren’t sure.

“Not to give you déjà vu, but I’m sorry about Raph.” Leo chuckled. “I asked him to stop, so of course it only got worse.”

“I really don’t mind.” You told him, meeting his clear blue gaze. “That’s what brothers do, isn’t it?”

He laughed. “Yeah, I guess it is. Do you have any siblings?”

“No, unfortunately. I’m an only child. Grew up with my aunt because my parents couldn’t be bothered to actually parent.”

“Mmm.” Leo hummed, nodding.

“I guess that’s probably why I latched onto the idea of you guys so much as a kid. I liked the idea of a sibling bond like that. Working together as a team. Having a built-in group of friends to hang out with.”

“It’s not all sunshine and rainbows, but we do work well together.” Leo agreed. “When we’re not bickering, that is.”

You were quiet for a moment, mustering up courage before you said, “He’s right, though. Raph, I mean.”

Leo stared at you, his eyes widening in half-realization. “What…how…what do you mean?” His voice cracked when he asked it, his heart pounding.

“Well…Leo, I’ve had a crush on you since I was fifteen years old; I doubt it’s going away anytime soon.”

He looked at you in shock, pretty sure he’d hallucinated what you just said. All he could reply with was a shaky, “On me?”

You laughed. “Yes, Leo. On you. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I’m not even supposed to exist here.”

“I do. Feel the same.” He blurted. His statement was quick, but it was firm. Carefully, he took your hand in his large, green, three-fingered one and he was reminded just how different the two of you actually were. He was about to let go, but you squeezed his hand reassuringly. He laughed at himself, slightly embarrassed to be floundering in front of you, but it was out of his control. “I’m sorry, I’m new to this.”

“That’s okay.” You smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I promise I’ll do my best to make you happy. Just let me know if I’m doing something wrong. I’m learning, after all.” His thumb rubbed the back of your hand. “And I know that…at some point you’re going to have to go back. But…I’m willing to make the most of whatever time we have.”

“Me too.” You nodded. A yawn slipped from your lips. It was getting late. You wouldn’t be surprised if the sun was already up. “I think it’s about time I got to bed.” You told him, standing up and setting the blanket on the couch.

Since you’d been there, the boys had created you a makeshift room of your own in one of the giant pipes in the wall, a little one with your own mattress and some bedding Raph had whipped up for you.

Leo stood up too, towering over you as soon as he did. You stood on your toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Leo replied, smiling at you like you’d put the moon and stars in the sky with your bare hands. “See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.” You echoed, walking off towards your pipe, a new kind of warmth swirling around in your chest.

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glxssylaufey · 3 years

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Mischief Maker - Chapter 2

a/n: i’m sorry this is a bit longer than usual ahh! i also apologize if the writing is a little bad or if there’s any mistakes, i tried my best :) also i apologize if you’re not on the taglist, it didn’t let me tag some of you. anyways, enjoy!

summary: loki x reader ; The time has come to attend Stark’s party. How will the reader handle Loki’s mischief?

word count: 5,156

warnings: mentions of alcohol and drinking, mentions of bullying, language, slightly spicy hehe

taglist: @alex-sulli @delightfulheartdream @mademoiselledubois @destructivebliss @kingtwhiddleston @madcrazy50 @rachel-voychuk

It was no secret that Tony Stark loved to make a grand entrance to everything he does. This morning was no exception. The time was around 8:15 when Tony practically kicked your door down to rip your blinds open. Sometimes you almost felt as if he was just another father figure in your life.

“Rise and shine!” he announced, forcing sunlight into your room. “We have a big day today, Y/N, c’mon!” he spoke as he continued to shake you awake. You lazily blinked open your eyes, groaning when Tony ripped your blankets from you. You already knew what he was here for.

“Alright, whatcha got for me?” Tony asked as he looked for the paintings he had requested the night before. You sighed.

“A headache, that’s what I have for you.” you replied, shoving your face back into your pillow.

“No, you’re not allowed to have a headache.” he simply stated. “Let me guess, you don’t have any paintings picked out?” You sat up on your bed, rolling your eyes when you saw Tony standing in the middle of your room with his arms crossed like a child.

“I can pick some out in literally five minutes, Tony, just let me wake up.” you said waving your hand at him, hoping he’d be satisfied with your answer.

“Yeah? Well make it quick, I don’t have all day.” he argued, walking towards your door. “By the way, breakfast is ready.” Tony said in a sing-song voice before leaving your room. You simply hummed in response, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Today was going to be difficult, you already knew. Even though you were agreeing to spend your time with bidding paintings at the party, you still had your heart set on sneaking Loki in somehow. You were just stumped on how you would get that to happen.

After a morning of much needed breakfast, you got ready to face the day. Tony had asked both you and Natasha to go to the store to pick up a long list of supplies for the party. So there you stood, scanning the store’s large selection of alcohol bottles, not knowing which one Tony would want.

“What does he have on the list?” you ask, turning to Nat. She quickly scanned through the dramatically large catalog and shrugged.

“Just whatever looks good, I guess.” she replied before looking back to the shelves. Without another word, Natasha settled for three huge bottles of vodka. You don’t argue, seeing as you were just as clueless as to what Tony would want. “So tell me, what’s been going on with you?” she asks suddenly. You both proceeded to explore the store for whatever else the list requested.

“Oh, you know.” you paused. “The usual.” What ‘the usual’ was, you had no idea. Your life hasn’t exactly been normal since Thor had brought Loki into the Avengers Tower.

“Like what, painting pretty pictures and babysitting gods?” Nat laughed, plopping a case of Coca-Cola into the shopping cart. You were about to protest against her teasing when you realized that truly was what you have been doing for the past two days.

“Yeah, pretty much.” you admitted with a sigh. Natasha chuckled, before a moment of silence.

“How’s Loki?” she asked suddenly. The question made you tense up. It wasn’t that you hated talking about Loki, just something about him made your mind go blank.

“He’s fine.” you replied plainly. You then noticed Nat raise an eyebrow at you as if she knew that you were hiding something. Which she did, of course. You opted to continue, not seeing a point in lying to your friend or yourself. “He’s not as awful as everyone claims him to be. I think he’s just misunderstood.” you persuaded. Natasha nodded, listening intently.

“What makes you think that?” she questioned. That’s when you realized Natasha only knew the Loki that had invaded New York city, much like everyone else. She only saw the villain of the story and not the god that you saw up on the hill. That’s when you began to pour your heart out.

“Yesterday when I took him outside, I saw a side of him that I don’t think anyone else has seen before. He told me stories about Asgard and it sounded like so much more than just some ancient legend. It seemed so normal. He seemed so normal.” you explained, almost passionately. “I don’t know, Nat. I think he’s actually really sweet.” you admitted. Natasha’s eyes went wide.

“Oh my god, Y/N, you like him!” she gasped. Your heart practically stopped at her accusation. There’s no way that you had feelings for the God of Mischief.

“Oh my- absolutely not!” you stammered. “I’m just simply being kind!” you insisted. You could feel your face burning, undoubtedly displaying your embarrassment.

“Y/N, you cannot like Loki, that’s insane!” Nat declared. You could practically feel the stares from the other people in the store, considering how loud the two of you were being.

“I just said I don’t!” you corrected her.

“But you most certainly are lying!” Natasha accused, halting the shopping cart.

“I’m not.”

“Say that to me with a straight face then.”

“Nat, PUSH. THE. CART.”

“HA! I knew it!”

You both continued to bicker and squabble for the rest of the shopping trip. It wasn’t until you and Natasha reached the checkout line that the childlike arguing returned back to its normal conversational tone.

“Oh god, what will Tony think?” Natasha said with a gasp. You groaned, covering your face with your hands. The longer you listened to her babble on about Loki, the more you realized she could be right. You admit, Loki was a fairly attractive person. Plus his gentlemanly charm didn’t help your case much. Oh, who were you kidding? Loki was downright gorgeous and you knew it. No matter how much you tried to convince yourself otherwise, you knew that you were slowly catching feelings for the god.

“Tony can’t know, he’d have a fit.” you spoke almost in a whisper, as if Tony was listening to your conversation.

“Oh, so you admit it? You do have a crush on Loki?” Natasha asked eagerly.

“N-no! Well, yes, but you can’t say a word about it!” you pleaded almost in disbelief at what you had just admitted. You had a crush on the almighty Loki and there was no denying it. Natasha simply giggled like a school girl.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” she assured you. Except the way she continued to smile about it the whole car ride home showed that she was going to have a difficult time keeping your secret.

“Wipe that smirk off your face, Romanoff, nobody can know!” you suddenly said as she drove the two of you back to the Avengers Tower.

“I’m sorry, I just have to say it.” she started. You shook your head, knowing this conversation wouldn’t end anytime soon. “You should try to make a move tonight.” she suggested, giving you a smug smirk.

“Oh c’mon, you know he’s not allowed at the party.” you claimed. “But I have been thinking about ways to sneak him in tonight.” Natasha mocked a gasp.

“Y/N, how scandalous of you.” she poked fun at you, causing you to giggle. “I must say though, I think you can absolutely do better.” she suddenly stated, making your jaw drop slightly.

“What do you mean?” you asked, slightly put out.

“Loki is a mass murderer!” Natasha indicated. “Not to mention he’s tortured our friends and acts like a complete asshole.” she continued. You wave your hand at her in an attempt to silence her.

“Like I said, he’s changed.” you defended. Natasha didn’t respond, leaving you two in silence. After some time, you thought of your task to sell your paintings at the party. You decided that it could be best if you were to just leave Loki in his room. Plus, it’s not like everything Natasha had said wasn’t true. Perhaps it's for the best that you don’t get too close with the terrorist of New York.

Third Person POV:

Loki watched his brother pace the floor as he sat on the bed, pondering ways to sneak himself into the party. The longer they allowed time to pass by, the more hopeless Loki began to feel.

“We’re short on time brother, this won’t work.” Loki sighed. “I say we just go with my idea.” he suggested. Thor gave him a stern look and crossed his arms.

“Loki, we are not going to tie up one of the party members to disguise yourself as them.” Thor lectured his brother. Loki scoffed at Thor’s statement. After a bit more pacing, Thor snapped his fingers as a scheme formed in his mind.

“But perhaps disguises are not such a terrible idea after all!” Thor quipped with a large grin. Loki raised his eyebrow at Thor, signaling him to continue with his thought. “Think back to when we were children. That trick you always played on me when you would transform yourself into a snake just to stab me.” Thor explained with slight annoyance in his voice, remembering those times of his childhood.

“If you’re suggesting I slither into the event as a snake, I don’t think the midgardians would be too pleased with serpents being let loose in the building.” Loki glared at Thor, thinking it was a poor idea.

“Yes, but that’s only if you are caught.” Thor urged with a devious smile. He knew his younger brother was always up for a challenge and this task seemed perfect for him. Loki gave the thought a second chance before chuckling to himself.

“Excuse me, brother.” Loki sighed, standing up from the bed. “I have a party to attend.”

Stark’s party was full to the brim with people. You had already known ahead of time that the event would be completely packed, yet the amount of people still managed to astonish you. So there you were, greeting people as they walked in. You gave warm smiles and shook hands with the ones who offered it. After some friendly greetings, you were approached by Tony who had ushered you away from the entrance. You expected nothing less from him.

“Alright Y/N, this is your deadline. Where’s the paintings?” he asked, feigning impatience.

“Relax, Tony, I’ve got everything set up by the bar.” you advised him, gesturing towards your stand which displayed the art.

“Oh good, because I’ve already promised like four people that I had museum quality shit here.” he shared quickly, walking towards your platform. You roll your eyes and dramatically sigh at Tony.

“Of course you have.” you said, following him. “Well I suppose I should get to work then.” you said, observing the line of people in front of the small stage.

“Good thinking. Thanks again, Picasso.” Tony thanked you, giving you a quick pat on the shoulder before sauntering over to a large group of people. You took a step onto the platform and strolled over to the small microphone displayed on a stand for you. Everyone took note of your presence and gave their full attention to you. You looked out to the crowd before sighing. As much as you weren’t in the mood to converse with a large amount of people, you always had an open heart for Tony.

“Hello, everyone!” you greeted into the microphone. “My name is Y/N and I am the creator of these paintings presented before you today. Let’s just start with a little bit of browsing, shall we?” you suggested, hoping the crowd would see eye to eye with your proposal. Much to your relief, they did, nodding their heads with agreement. “Great! Bidding will start in ten minutes.” you announced before turning the microphone off. You sighed in relief, happy you had extra time for yourself. In all honesty, you just needed time to get a drink. You were convinced you could never survive a Stark party without some sort of alcohol to give you an extra confidence boost. As you made your way to the bar, you were halted by no other than your friend Thor. He was dressed quite dapper, yet casual enough to give him easy mobility.

“Ah, Y/N! So lovely to see you.” he greeted, with a beer bottle in his hand.

“Thor, it’s great to see you too.” you nodded at him with a cordial smile. “You look striking tonight.” you complimented.

“Oh, you’re too kind. You look very well put together yourself.” Thor chuckled, giving you a friendly wink. You were wearing a nicely fitted red dress that fell right above your knees with lace to give it alluring details. You also wore black heels to give you an extra two or so inches.

“Thank you very much.” you blushed, giving him a curt nod. You began to walk away to retrieve a drink from the bar, but it seemed Thor had different plans. He quickly stepped in front of you, halting you in your tracks.

“One more thing!” Thor announced. “I believe my drink requires a refill.” he explained waving his empty bottle almost nervously. You chuckle lightly, wondering why he was telling you this.

“Are you asking me to get you another beer, Odinson?” you snicker. Thor’s eyes widen as he begins to stammer for the right words.

“No, no! My apologies, I’m perfectly capable of getting my own drink. I’d just like for you to join me.” he specified, gesturing towards the bar, awkwardly smiling.

“Oh!” you exclaimed in delight. You felt having your friend to accompany you would help ease your mind. “I’d like that, thank you.” you said as you started to walk. Thor followed closely next to you with a beaming smile.

Everything was going perfectly.

Once you reached the bar you took a seat on one of the tall bar stools. You were scanning the menu when Thor set his empty bottle on the counter before taking a step away from the bar.

“Please excuse me, Lady Y/N. I believe Stark has called for me.” Thor stated quickly. Confused, you turned to look at the large mass of people Tony was talking to. You could’ve sworn Tony hadn’t even paid attention to anything but his guests. Before you could question anything, Thor had already quickly turned to walk the opposite direction. You sighed, turning back towards the bar when you realized there wasn’t even a bartender to tend to you.

“Well this was useless.” you muttered to yourself. As you were about to stand from your seat, Thor’s beer bottle began to shake. You froze, thinking your eyes were just playing tricks on you. Suddenly, a small snake began to crawl out of the bottle and onto the counter. You gasped, jumping from your seat in shock. Surely you were imagining things. The green scaly creature paused to curiously look up at you then turned to slowly slither down the opposite side of the bar. You approached the bar once more, peeking over the top of the counter to search for the snake. Then with a green glow, the snake quickly transformed into the one and only Loki Laufeyson. He simply sighed, brushing off his gorgeously tailored black suit and looked up at you.

“Good evening.” he greeted casually. Your mouth hung open, completely caught off guard at what you had just witnessed.

“Loki, you- how- you aren't supposed to be here!” you stumbled your words in confusion.

“Yes, but was it not you who said I shouldn’t be cooped up in my chambers all day?” Loki snorted playfully. You had no possible way to protest. Instead you resorted to looking around to make sure nobody was looking in your direction. This earned a barely audible groan from Loki. “I presume you wish for me to change back and slither my way back to my room then?” he questioned.

“No!” you declared maybe a little too quickly. “It’s okay, you can stay.” you said trying to remain calm. Loki smiled at how flustered you were, finding it almost amusing.

“Verywell.” he settled calmly. “Now, my lady, may I offer you a drink?” he suggested with a tone that gave you uncontrollable butterflies. You blushed at his offer with a nervous smile.

“I think a red wine will suffice, thank you.” you replied as naturally as you possibly could. Though of course it was a difficult task trying to keep calm. Loki just nodded and turned to prepare your glass. You couldn’t help but look over your shoulder to be sure nobody was watching you. You knew that Stark practically had eyes everywhere, not to mention anybody could easily take a glance at Loki and recognize him from New York. Because of this, you spoke the first thing that came to your mind.

“Loki, we have to get out of here.” you uttered straightforward. He paused pouring your glass of wine to give you a puzzled look. “Tony is bound to realize that you’re here. Plus the bartender could come back at any moment.” you told him, quickly standing to your feet. Loki just nodded before setting the wine bottle down with a slightly disappointed sigh.

“Lead the way then.” Loki said almost in a testing tone. Without another word, the same green glow from earlier masked over his body and changed him back into his serpent form. Loki snaked back into the beer bottle that he had once emerged from, hinting for you to carry him as Thor did. You grabbed the bottle from the counter and turned to walk from the bar. Where you were headed was beyond you. At this point, you were simply just trying to get away from the crowd of people. As you walked, you looked down at the empty beer bottle to be sure Loki sat comfortably in his glass container. He simply looked up at you and poked his tongue out at you in response. As a result of not watching where you were walking, you ended up walking right into a woman’s body, nearly knocking her over. You gasp, taking a step back from the mystery person.

“I am so sorry!” you exclaimed before quickly looking down into the beer bottle to affirm Loki was okay. Though what you were not expecting was a familiar voice to respond to your apologies.

“Well would you look at who it is.” the woman spoke with a chuckle. “You were always quite a clumsy girl.” she remarked. When you looked up to identify the woman, you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your mouth.

“Alice Weaver!” you exclaimed. You didn’t know who to expect the woman to be, but it certainly wasn’t her. Alice was a girl you had met back in highschool. She had insisted on devoting her teenage years to making yours miserable. It had started when her boyfriend at the time had broken up with her and he attempted to use you as a rebound. Her jealousy for you has been undying ever since.

“It’s so nice to see you again, Y/N!” she grinned, her shrill voice dripping with sarcasm. “How have you been?” she asked.

“I’ve been fine, thanks.” you said, shifting from side to side. You made an attempt to walk past her, but of course she quickly stepped in front of you before you could make any distance.

“Oh good!” she quipped as she looked you up and down. She then caught sight of the beer bottle in your hand. “I never took you for a beer drinker, though.” you panicked a little, hoping she wouldn’t see the small snake hiding inside of it.

“It’s for a friend.” you quickly whipped up an answer. Alice scoffed.

“That’s what they all say, isn’t it?” she questioned, keeping her seemingly sweet smile on display. You gritted your teeth. In all honesty, you were still in shock that she was even here in the first place. “Anyways, I’m sure you’ll be thrilled to hear that I’m actually staying at the compound until tomorrow. I’m here to assist Stark on research.” she went on. You listened in disbelief.

“Research?” you asked plainly, your throat running dry.

“Yes of course, I’m studying engineering and physics.” Alice gushed.

“Wonderful.” you spat as friendly as you could possibly muster. You went to take a step and she walked in front of you yet again.

“Oh, Y/N, shouldn’t you be over there bidding those… pictures?” she said, pointing over towards your stand. “Here, I’ll hold this for you!” she said quickly snatching the beer bottle. You gasped trying your best to grab it back.

“Wait, no! Alice, I need that!” you yelped, struggling to grab the bottle back. You were suddenly pulled back from her, leaving you empty handed.

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing?!” Tony whisper-screamed to you, retracting you from Alice. “I have a group of very unhappy people waiting for you. Now stop bugging my student and do your job.” he exclaimed before softly shoving you towards the small stage. Now you were panicking. Tony Stark and your high school nemesis were in possession of Loki and you couldn’t do a single thing about it. So there you were, nervously walking up onto the stage and turning the microphone on.

“I am so sorry for the delay everyone, I ran into some issues.” you spoke to the crowd nervously. “I suppose I’ve kept you all waiting long enough, let’s get started.” you clapped your hands together, trying to seem as normal as possible. As you continued to speak out towards the crowd, you watched from afar as Tony and Alice continued to talk. You could tell by the way the two kept glancing over at you, they were certainly speaking of your behavior. You shakily sighed, going to grab a painting to exhibit it on the easel. Once you were back in front of the microphone you opened your mouth to speak but was abruptly interrupted when you felt something crawl down the back of your neck, causing you to squeak. This earned a suspicious reaction from the people in the crowd. You quickly recomposed yourself when you heard little snake hisses behind your ear. Loki. You were immensely relieved that he managed to sneak out of the bottle. He must have quickly slithered up your arm and up your back when Alice had grabbed the bottle from you. Although you were beyond grateful for his escape, feeling his cold scales on your bare skin made you shutter. You quickly cleared your throat.

“Excuse me, I just am not myself tonight.” you managed to squeak out. “A-anyways, do we have any takers for this piece?” you stuttered out. As you continued to make biddings for your painting, you could feel Loki leisurely slither down your neck and into the back of your dress. You slightly jumped at feeling Loki enter the back of your dress, making your heart race. “Sold!” you nearly barked out, hoping it would get Loki to cease his crawling. It didn’t. He continued down your dress until he rested over the back of your bra. You began to walk as casual as possible to your next art piece. As you bent down to pick it up you felt Loki crawl to the side of your dress towards the cup of your bra. After picking it up, you subtly brushed your bicep over your side, hoping to halt Loki’s movement. With your luck, this seemed to only spur him on. Loki then made haste to sneak into the cup of your bra, causing you to gasp.

“Can we hurry it up, please?” a very impatient man nagged from the audience. You groaned in response, not entirely sure if it was from the man’s remark or Loki.

“M-my apologies, sir.” you apologized, clearly annoyed yourself. “I guess I just have a chill I can’t seem to shake.” you admitted to the audience, but mostly directed towards the small snake currently resting in your bra. You felt him nestled comfortably against your skin, finally stopping to rest. “Next up is one of my personal favorites. Do we have any takers?” you spoke out to the crowd. You continued the bidding, trying the best you could to ignore the fact that Loki Laufeyson, the God of Mischief was presently relaxed in the cup of your bra as a snake. As you continued speaking, you felt him hiss from time to time causing his small forked tongue to brush the skin of your sternum. You swore it made your breath hitch everytime. This continued until every single piece was presented to its new owner. By the end of the night, you ended up with a large amount of cash though you didn’t seem to care much about that. While you granted the very last person your last painting, Stark approached with a drink in his hand. You whined to yourself upon seeing him. You were far too flustered to even deal with his snarky remarks.

“Congrats, Y/N! You got the job done.” Tony joked. You leered at him, walking off the stage.

“Tony, not now.” you said, trying to walk away.

“Oh don’t be such a sour puss, you got loads of cash.” he continued to provoke. “Hold on, I got one more thing for you.” You felt your body stiffen. You sigh, turning on your heels to face Tony.

“What?” you asked plainly. Tony flashed you a smile as he handed you the drink he had come to you with. Whiskey on ice.

“For you, it’s on the house. Just a ‘thank you’ for tonight.” he said, sounding truly genuine. You couldn’t possibly stay mad at him, even if it was Tony Stark. You took the glass from him and returned the smile.

“You’re welcome.” you smiled. Just as you were about to take a sip of your much deserved reward, you felt Loki abruptly start to move again. He began to creep his way out the side of the cup of your bra, passing into the opposite one. This resulted in a yelp that had been caught in your throat all night, startling Tony.

“Y/N, are you-”

“Loki!”

“What?”

“I have to check on Loki!” you quickly shouted setting the drink down. “H-he’s been in his room all night!” you swiftly made an excuse. Thankfully, your excuse was adequate enough for you to get out of there. You swiftly speed walked to the nearest bathroom avoiding any more interruptions. The quicker you moved, the more agitated you could feel Loki getting. As you made your way to the bathroom you could feel him continue to slither around your bra. Once you finally reached the bathroom you slammed the door shut and pulled the hem of your dress away from your chest.

“OUT!” you screamed. Loki listened, crawling out of your bra and down your leg. Once he reached the floor, his magic glow covered him once more, turning him back into his godly self.

“Well…” he panted, clearly shaken up from how speedy you walked. “Could you have moved any faster?” he nearly growled. You could feel your anger rise and your patience snap.

“How is any of this my fault?!” you shouted at him. “What in the hell were you doing, going into my bra like that?” you asked. Loki rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“Oh my apologies, in case you didn’t notice, I had nowhere else to go!” he snapped back. You loudly groaned as you covered your face with your hands.

“Tonight was a disaster, all thanks to you!” you argued, pointing a finger at him.

“Me?!” he barked, causing his voice to echo throughout the bathroom. You jumped at his sudden loudness. “I put all my efforts in sneaking into this awful party just so I could simply serve you a drink to thank you for your generosity from yesterday.” he spoke loudly, slowly approaching you. His words shocked you. You hadn’t realized that Loki only wanted to attend the event just so he could show you some kindness. Your face fell, almost feeling sorry.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.” you said in a softer tone. Loki remained irritated, taking another big step towards you so there was almost no more space between the two of you. Your breath became ragged.

“Perhaps next time, at least make an attempt to stay calm and keep yourself from squirming.” he requested bitterly.

“You want to speak about squirming?!” your voice raised again. “How about next time, you don’t go into my bra!”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic.” Loki rolled his eyes. “Your breath betrays you, Midgardian. If I didn’t know any better, the hitch in your throat would tell me that you rather enjoyed it.” he mocked. You could feel your face burn a bright red, embarrassment flooding your emotions.

“Y-you disgust me!” you spat out. Loki snickered almost as if he was purposely trying to provoke you.

“There it is again.” he pointed out. “You get flustered so easily, it’s almost pitiful.” You remained silent, stunned by his remark. He continued to stare at you, his face dangerously close to yours.

“I hate you.” you whispered. What happened next was completely out of your control. Instead of getting anger out of Loki, your statement sparked something uncontrollable. He swiftly grabbed your hips and crashed his lips upon yours, sealing you both in a passionate kiss. Before your mind had time to register what was happening, he pulled away, removing his hands from you completely. He examined your face, searching for any sort of restraint. Realizing what he had just done, he became worrisome.

“My most sincere apologies, I-” you quickly cut him off, pulling him back into yet another searing kiss. Your heart was pounding out of your chest as the kiss grew hungrier. His hands traveled up to your face to pull you in closer, making your breath quicken. Your mind was racing with all sorts of emotions, but you knew one thing was for sure: you didn’t want this moment to ever end. But it did. You both quickly pulled away from each other when the door to the bathroom swung open. Your head snapped to look at whoever entered the bathroom and your heart sank when you realized who it was. Alice Weaver stood at the door, looking both you and Loki up and down. She laughed in disbelief at what she saw in front of her.

“Am I interrupting something?”

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dreamypeaches · 4 years

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the lucky ones | pope heyward x reader

summary: after finally confessing his feelings to you, his childhood best friend, you and pope get a surprise.

warnings: pregnancy, cursing, tiny bit of angst, mostly pure fluff

word count: 1.7k

a/n: here’s some good old childhood friends to lovers, unexpected pregnancy, and dad!pope goodness. this is literally just my dream, so pope heyward, if you’re out there, hmu.

“So…”

“Yeah.”

“This is real?”

“No, it’s cake.”

“Fuck you.”

Pope looks down at the two pink lines before staring back up at you. From your place across the couch, you’re chewing on the inside of your thumb, eyes filled with anxiety, unable to read the expression on your best friend’s face. Except, he wasn’t just your best friend anymore. Though you hadn’t labeled it, whatever new level your relationship was on was far from platonic. Not after the way he kissed you and held you that night. Not after you moaned his name in the most sinful of ways. And especially not now, with the weight of reality falling onto your backs.

“What do you want to do?” Pope questions, staring back down to focus on the positive sign, still not fully comprehending the impact such a simple picture could have on his life.

“Well, obviously we can’t keep it,” you comment, not even questioning your words until Pope’s eyes widen, eyebrows coming together as he stands up.

“What do you mean we can’t keep it?” He asks. It’s you’re turn to be shocked, shooting his a confused look as he crouches in front of you, gaze falling onto your torso that was currently growing a little piece of you and him.

“Pope, how could we take care of a baby? You’re about to start medical school and that’s going to be insane! You don’t want to deal with being a father on top of that. And what am I going to do?”

He’s quiet for a moment, fingers reaching out hesitantly, landing on your stomach.

“Yeah, it is going to be insane. But…I love you. I’m completely in love with you and have been forever. There is no one else I’d rather have a life with, have a family with. So why don’t we start now?”

The look on his face is so hopeful you almost want to lie to him. It breaks your heart to have to speak the truth with tears in your eyes.

“You can’t say that, Pope. Sure, we’ve been friends forever, but that’s nothing like being in a relationship, like being parents! What if we don’t work well like that? What if we hate each other? Pope, I never want to hate you.” You start to sob, falling forward into his open arms. He clutches you tightly, wishing just his touch could make everything better.

He’d never expected to be able to touch you like this. You were his best friend since diapers, and he’d been in love with you since he discovered what love was. When he came home for the summer after graduating college, he’d made a decision. He wasn’t the same anxiety-ridden, awkward teenage boy you had grown up with. He was a man and he was accomplished and he had missed you like crazy, only seeing you on holidays and over the summer for the last four years. He’d planned it all out, bringing you to your favorite place when you were kids, a little nook in your backyard you called you’re happy place.

Talking an laughing like old times, Pope held you close before thinking screw it and asking if he could kiss you. Of course you said yes and one kiss turned into a full on make out which led to your bedroom which led to where you were now, sobbing into Pope’s arms as you tried to come to terms with the fact that nothing would be the same.

“We’ll figure it out, love. We don’t have to keep it if you don’t want to. It’s your choice and I will support you no matter what. Just tell me what you need.” Pope whispers against your neck, holding you like his life depended on it. You take a deep breath, your sobs subsiding as you allow Pope’s words to cover you in a comforting blanket.

“I just want to lay down.”

Pope nodded, standing with you in your arms and carrying you to the bedroom. You curled up in his side, whispering to him to turn the tv on. He did as you asked, putting on your favorite show and allowing you to escape for a while. You spent the rest of the day like that, intertwined with each other, not speaking despite the thousands of thoughts running through your heads. Exhaustion overtook you eventually, the emotional weight of the day washing over you and forcing you into unconsciousness, but not before you made a decision.

When you woke, it was early the next day. Pope, of course, was already up, always an early riser. He still had an arm wrapped around you scrolling through his phone before dropping it to the side as you stirred beside him.

“Good morning, love,” He says, shooting you a smile. You smile back up, your thoughts before falling asleep coming back to you, making your smile light up.

“Let’s do this, Pope,” You say. His brow furrow for a moment, not understanding the context of your statement. “Let’s have a baby. I love you, I want this with you. We can do it.”

Pope’s look of confusion bursts into one of pure happiness, his arms gripping you in a bear hug and pulling you onto his chest as he peppered your face with kisses. The joy was contagious, giggles falling from your lips as Pope started to list off all the ways you could make it work, and you couldn’t help but believe him. You looked into the future and you knew it would be okay.

1 year and 9 months later

Your phone buzzed for the millionth time that morning as you prepared breakfast. The smile that had yet to leave your face only grew as you read the message from Kie.

Tell Sylus happy birthday from his favorite auntie! Can’t wait to see you tomorrow!

You turn to now one year old, happily eating cheerios and blueberries in his high chair.

“Sy, Auntie Kie says happy birthday!” You say.

“Kie! Kie!” Sylus exclaims, grin showing off his two new bottom teeth.

“What about Kie?” Pope asks, walking into the kitchen in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, hair still damp from the shower.

“She just texted, wishing Sy a happy birthday. I’ve been blowing up all morning, not that any of the messages are for me. I swear, everyone we know loves our child more than us.”

Pope chuckles, arm encasing your waist as he pecks you on the cheek.

“Who can blame them, he is the cutest child in the universe. Aren’t you, Sy? Aren’t you the cutest little chunky money?” Pope’s baby voice comes out and he moves over to his son, fingers tickling his chubby belly as the now one year old giggled.

“Anyways, not everyone is focused on Sy. JJ texted me this morning congratulating me on getting laid a year and nine months ago,” Pope says. You scoff.

“Of course he did.” You turn the stove off and scoop the eggs onto a plate, adding some toast, fruit, and bacon and laying it in front of Pope. Filling your own plate, you sit on the other side of Sylus, picking up his milk that had fallen to the ground.

“So, what’s the plan for today, love?” Pope asked. The both of you had been lucky enough to get the whole weekend off. Today was Sylus’ actual birthday, tomorrow you’d be making the short trip to the Outer Banks for the grand party both your and Pope’s parents were putting together. It was times like these that made Pope getting into med school at Chapel Hill all the better.

“I was thinking we spend some time at home, maybe open up that new present we got him and let him try it out while we finish packing. Then we can stop at the aquarium on our way to the Outer Banks, you know how much he loves it there. Then we get to your parents house and spend at least an hour watching your mom and my mom gush over out little angel and shower him with an unnecessary amount of gifts. Sy is asleep by 8:30 and we’re in bed by 10.”

Pope nods along, eyes moving from his son to you as you spoke.

“Sounds like a plan.”

The day had gone just according to that plan. You were getting ready for bed, brushing your teeth and washing your face as Pope put Sy down. That clearly wasn’t happening when Pope walked into the bathroom, a pajama clad Sylus in his arms.

“Is he giving you trouble?” You ask with a smile.

“No, actually, there is one last gift for the day. Can you give it to mommy, Sy Sy?” Pope coos at the child, who is playing with a small box in his hands. After asking him once more, Sylus sticks his pudgy arm out, stretching across the space to hand you the box.

“I know it’s Sy’s birthday, but I thought it was the perfect time to give you this.”

You smile, giving Pope a confused look before lifting the lid. Your smile falls, eyes filling with tears as you lift the simple ring from the box.

“Pope…” Is all you’re able to say as your eyes are trained on the shiny object.

“I love you, Y/N. I know we didn’t really do things in the right order, but that’s okay. I love the life we’ve created and I love our son and I love you and I’m ready for this next step. So, will you marry me?”

“Mama cry? Mama cry?” Sylus says, reaching towards you as tears fall from your eyes, racing down and over your smiling lips. You take Sylus into your arms, kissing him on the forehead before looking back at Pope.

“Of course I’ll marry you.” Pope crashes his lips to yours, reducing his passion slightly so you wouldn’t drop Sylus. He takes the ring from you and slips it on to your finger, kissing the skin around it before grinning up at you. Sylus points to the rings and babbles, clearly interested in the bright item. You and Pope just laugh, walking together to Pope’s childhood bedroom. Laying Sylus down in his crib, Pope pulls you against him on the bed as you admire the jewelry on your finger.

“I can’t believe I get to have this. I’m marrying Y/N Y/L/N. I must be the luckiest man in the world.” You giggle, pressing a sweet kiss to his smiling lips. Looking back at the sleeping boy beside the bed, you sigh in content.

“I think we’re both the lucky ones, my love.”

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jaeminlore · 4 years

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I’ll Be Home For Christmas | Jaehyun

summary: you can count on me

words: 2.2k+

category: jaehyun x gender neutral reader unless i slipped up, in which pls tell me so i can fix it, coworker au, fake dating au, fluff, jaehyun wears sweaters, pillow fights, mistletoe (but not in the way you’d expect), jaehyun sees reader holding a baby and short circuits, this is the softest thing i’ve ever written and i’m proud of it

warning(s): christmas is explicitly mentioned as opposed to any other holiday, this is based off of a more southern/american style christmas that i’m used to, some drinking but no one gets drunk

When your co-worker, Jaehyun, approaches you a day before winter break, you think little of it. The two of you are the only teachers in the school less than forty years old, so you often hang out together.

You figure he'll wish you a gentle happy holidays in that soft voice of his, and be on his way.

Instead, he looks nervous, wringing his beanie through his fingers. "Heading out?"

"Yeah," you sigh. "Two full weeks of no pay, and all of my family has planned a Christmas in the Bahamas without me."

Jaehyun whistles lowly. "That sounds a bit..."

"Sad?" you stuff your books into your box. "Yeah, but it's whatever. I'll find something to do."

"You could come home with me," Jaehyun says. "I mean, my family thought I was bringing a significant other anyway, so it kind of works out."

"Huh?" You glance up at the fellow teacher in his stupid teddy bear cardigan. It makes him look soft and cozy. "What works out?"

"I need you to pretend to be dating me during break."

"Why?" you ask. The only reason you aren't more surprised is the fact that Jaehyun is always using weird anecdotes to get out of things, and you assume this is nothing different.

"Like I said, my parents think I'm bring home a significant other."

"Why don't you just tell them you don't have one?" you ask.

Jaehyun pokes at the miniature globe on your desk. "If I told them that, they'd try to hook me up with one of their picks. Listen, when I lied to them, I didn't think they'd insist I bring my significant other to family functions."

"That's kind of what happens when you're dating someone," you say. "Anyways, so what? I pretend to be dating you, and in return I get free food and board for the holidays?"

"My mom will buy you a present," Jaehyun adds on.

You hand Jaehyun your box of things you have to take home during break. "Here. Carry this to my car, and you have a deal."

(It's only on the way to his parent's house when you realize that you might have to buy all of his family presents, too. When you voice these concerns to Jaehyun, he reaches over the console and pats your knee. "Not to worry. I just put our names on everything.")

Jaehyun's mother's hugs are a lot like Jaehyun's. She squeezes you tightly, as if she's a boa constrictor and you are merely the innocent prey.

Jaehyun doesn't save you either, he just giggles at your disheveled appearance and fixes your hair. "Mom likes hugs."

"Oh, so do you," Mrs. Jung swats at Jaehyun's arm. "Anyways, tell me about the two of you."

"Oh!" You clear your throat and move closer to Jaehyun. You actually have no idea what he's told them about you, and you also didn't make up a cover story, so you're a bit out of luck.

Luckily, Jaehyun lies like a politician. He wraps his arm around your waist and laughs. It's fake, you know, but his mom seems to believe it. "We're at the same school, mom. I've told you about Y/n before."

"Oh! The third grade teacher?" Mrs. Jung finally makes the connection. She turns to you. "He used to gush about you all the time. I never realized you're the one he asked out."

Jaehyun's grip on you tightens just briefly, so you figure Mrs. Jung has said just a bit too much. Still, you have to play into the facade, so you lean into him. "I gushed about him a fair bit, too. And then one night I asked him out, and he said yes."

"Oh, you asked him out?" Mrs. Jung's eyes sparkle with interest. She has the same adorable dimples as her son.

"Only because he was too cowardly to do anything about his massive crush on me."

Jaehyun snorts. "Yeah, right. We both know I'm braver than you."

You turn to face him, eyes narrowed as he steels you with his cocky gaze. "Oh yeah?" You say, eyes drifting down to his lips, curled into an attractive smirk. "Prove it."

You see the moment Jaehyun short circuits. You see it as clear as day, the way he loosens his grip and opens his mouth, but no words come out.

His mom snickers. "I think Y/n is braver, Jaehyun."

Jaehyun can only sulk as he shows you to his room.

Mrs. Jung told you to take a nap to recover from the traveling, since the actually holiday festivities don't begin until everyone arrives tomorrow. Since you and Jaehyun are early, you get the privilege of extra sleep.

Jaehyun eyes his full-sized bed from his college days. His room is now a guest room, since he hasn't lived at home in years. But it's still got traces of him in it, like the baseball trophies from college (you try not to think of Jaehyun in a baseball uniform), or his high school diploma framed over the bathroom door.

You pull back the green-striped sheets. "I am not going to disobey your mom. I'm going to sleep."

"Ditto," Jaehyun says. He heads over to the window and drops the drapes so that the room is coated in darkness despite the afternoon sun still outside. "I'll take the floor."

"Why?" You ask, and you're already burrowed under his covers in your lounge-wear.

Jaehyun's eyes drop to your thin tank top before he looks away. His ears are a suspicious shade of pink. "I mean... wouldn't it be weird to share a bed?"

"Are you going to pull a move on me while I'm trying to sleep?" Your blunt question sends Jaehyun into a fit of coughing, which causes you to laugh out loud.

He glares at you and shuffles over to the other side of his bed. "I hate you."

"You can't hate me; you're my boyfriend," you mock.

Jaehyun tackles you then, covering your body with his own as you giggle in shock. "You're so annoying. I should've taken someone else."

"Right," you fight back, grabbing his arms and pushing him up until he's just straddling your waist, holding onto your hands. "Who would you ask? Meredith, the secretary?"

"Her red hair is pretty sexy," Jaehyun says as if HES thought about it before."

"She's like, fifty," you laugh.

"Or Taeyong from high school math," Jaehyun says. "He's cute."

"Honestly? Yeah." You let go of his hands and glance up at the ceiling. "If Taeyong had asked me, this entire day would've gone so differently."

"Oh, shut up," Jaehyun grabs his pillow and gently shoves you with it. "You can't even look him in the eyes."

"Neither can you!" You protest, voice muffled beneath his pillow.

"It's not my fault he's cute!"

"It's not my fault either!"

Jaehyun lifts the pillow and raises his eyebrows at you, causing you to laugh.

"Are we arguing over Taeyong from high school math?"

"Who doesn't even know we exist?" Jaehyun answers. "Yes, I do believe we are."

"You're heavy," you grunt. You attempt to push Jaehyun off of you, but in seeing your discomfort, it only spurs him to place his full dead weight on top of you.

"Goodnight," he says, voice right beside your ear.

You know he's teasing you, because the two of you are pretty close and it's not weird. Still, you can't help but like the feeling of him being so close to you, even if it isn't as intimate as you'd like.

You sigh; give up. "Goodnight, Jaehyun."

Jaehyun's family is wild. His uncle (from England, apparently) brings stories about his weekly bar crawls. He also brings Christmas crackers, and you and Jaehyun steal a few extra when no one is looking, if just to get a few extra goodies.

And so explains the paper crown atop Jaehyun's head, nestled within his chocolate curls.

He looks adorable as always, but more radiantly so, and you wonder if it's his family that brings this out in him, or the mulled wine.

I want to kiss him, you think, and it's not the thought that scares you. He's an attractive man, and it's been bound to cross your every now and again.

What scares you is the thought that comes after. I could fall in love with him.

And you really aren't sure if it's the wine in your own belly, or the disorienting sound of Mrs. Jung's staticky radio, playing a distorted version of Santa Claus is Coming to Town.

However, Jaehyun has been holding your hand the entire day, absentminded rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. It shouldn't make your heart beat faster because it's all a show, but you find yourself playing into the facade, if just to make it last a little longer.

Jaehyun and you are sharing an armchair while the children beg the adults to let them open their gifts already. You've got your head on Jaehyun's chest, and he's covering you with a gaudy reindeer-themed blanket.

It's then when the door opens, and a woman and man walk in, the man holding a baby in his arms.

"Jina!" Jaehyun shouts. "Henry! Erin!" Then he whispers to you. "That's my sister and her husband. And their little baby," he says softly.

Erin is around one or two years old, and she seems in good spirits despite the bow tightly clipped to what little hair she has.

You get up so Jaehyun can hug his sister, and when she sees you, she gives you a hug as well. "You're the Y/n Jaehyun has told me so much about."

Jaehyun's ears go red again, and he ignores Jina's statement in lue of showing her to the presents around the tree. "Thank God you're finally here. I think the kids were going to riot if they couldn't open any presents yet."

Jaehyun settles back down with you, and you remind yourself to ask him why his family seem to already know about you.

But then the kids open whoopee cushions from Uncle Jaehyun, and all is forgotten as they begin to force everyone to sit on top of them.

Jaehyun truly thinks he's going to go insane. In retrospect, perhaps asking the person he's had a year-long crush on to be his fake date wasn't the best idea, but it was his only option.

And now he likes you even more, as you make an effort to get to know his family.

You don't have to, but you're wearing the sweater his mom bought for you, and you've got a stupid paper crown on your head that perfectly matches his.

And when Jaehyun rounds the counter to make some hit chocolate for the two of you, he watches you approach his brother-in-law and ask to hold baby Erin.

And now Jaehyun is truly going crazy, because you've got a baby on your hip and you're dancing to the staticky radio, singing in goofy voices with Jaehyun's younger cousins.

And he knows, knows he's in love with you.

He hopes to God this isn't a one time thing.

Your head feels a bit fuzzy when everyone is sent off to bed.

Jaehyun grabs your hand and pulls you into his room. "Come on. Anyone who survives a day with my family deserves a prize."

You're not sure where he had hidden it, but Jaehyun grabs a small wrapped box and hands it to you. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas," you say, a bit distracted as you open it.

Inside, it's a small charm bracelet. The charm? Mistletoe.

You snort, and pull the bracelet over your wrist. "How subtle, Jaehyun."

Jaehyun's ears are red again. "Actually, I was just teaching my kids about mistletoe. The druids believed it had healing properties, and could bring the holder good luck—"

You wrap your arms around Jaehyun's shoulders and lift your hand above his head. You kiss Jaehyun before he's finished talking.

He gasps against your lips in such an innocent way that you have to wonder if he actually didn't mean to give it to you as incentive. Before you can worry, however, he's got his hands bunched in the sweater his mother bought you, and he's pulling you flush against his body.

His lips are soft and warm, and they taste like cinnamon. Every touch he gives you sends a lick of fire across your skin, and it's only when Jaehyun puts his hands beneath your sweater that you realize just how cold his hands are.

You shiver against him. He nips at your lips, smiling at your offended gasp. He moves away, places one kiss atop your forehead, and then presses his forehead to yours. "I didn't give you the mistletoe so you would kiss me, but I'm glad you did."

"Me too," you say, warmth flooding your chest again. "Now, how about you explain to me why your family keeps saying you've talked about me before."

"Actually," Jaehyun moves away from you. "I'm pretty tired, so we should just get to bed."

You tackle him again, laughing with mirth when he catches you and hugs you close to him. "I've liked you for awhile, okay?" he says.

"Now was that so hard to say?" you tease, just before receiving another pillow to your face.

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Summary: Jack Sloane x Reader. Ellie and Reader stumble across Jack on a date. Jack assumes that Ellie and Reader are on a date themselves.

Word Count: 4422

A/N: This was meant to be angsty and then became fluffy and cute and honestly that never happens with my writing...Light angst, fluff, emotions, the usual. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated:) Enjoy!

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“This was a great idea.” Ellie praises between a mouthful of food. It was Tuesday evening and you already couldn’t wait for this week to be over. You’d caught a case in the early hours of the morning, and it’d been nothing but hell. Lying witnesses, cryptic descriptions of what the Lieutenant was working on. It just seemed like no matter what leads you followed someone was blocking your path. Everyone was frustrated but when it hit 8 o’clock and the leads were dying out, Gibbs had sent you all home.

Apart from home didn’t sound like the best idea, not when your mind was still spinning from the case. You’d noticed Ellie’s hesitation as well. Alcohol would usually be your go-to, but it was Tuesday and you needed to be sharp for tomorrow so, instead, you’d agreed on dinner. You hadn’t realised how hungry you were until you arrived at the restaurant and the smell of food filled your senses. Your mouth was practically watering by the time your lasagne arrived.

“So much better than drowning myself in alcohol.” Ellie laughs at your quip, placing her fork down to take a sip from her glass of wine, the glass stops inches from her mouth as her jaw hangs open in shock. “What?” You frown.

“Ok, don’t look now but Jack’s sitting at a table by the side of the room...I think she’s on a date.” Ellie’s voice drops to a low whisper and you swallow roughly as an odd feeling rushes through you, a mixture of disappointment and jealousy which has no right to appear. Ignoring Ellie’s ‘don’t look’ you turn around and feel your heart drop into your stomach when you see Jack’s hand entangled with a man’s as they sit across from one another. You kind of recognise him but don’t know where from and the fact you could only see the left side of his face wasn’t helping. You know you’re staring but can’t seem to get your head to turn away. Her hairs tucked behind one ear allowing you to see the smile on her face. She’s wearing the same beige blazer from work but instead of the matching slacks, she’s paired them with blue skinny jeans. “Y/N?” Ellie’s voice is full of confusion. You take one last second to take in the scene before plastering a smile on your face and turning to face the concerned blonde.

“Do you recognise him?” You ask, hoping Ellie will just pick up the conversation and let your odd reaction go.

“He works at the NSA. He’s the analyst we worked with last month.” You nod as you think back to the case. His name was Matthew? Michael? Marshall? Something boring and easily forgettable. You couldn’t imagine why Jack would ever even consider a date with the man. He was nice looking, sure, but he’d been dull and pompous as hell and definitely not good enough for Jacqueline fricking Sloane. “What’s happening here?” Ellie’s watching you closely, eyes examining you as she tries to work it out.

“Nothing.” You try to sound unbothered, shrugging as you return to your food but Ellie’s eyes just narrow staring at you until suddenly her eyes widen in surprise.

“You like Jack?” It’s said in a terrible attempt of a whisper. Panic rushes through you as you jump further upright in your chair.

“No.” It’s said too quickly, and your voice is like 3 octaves too high for it to be believable. “I-I’m just surprised Jack’s on a date with him of all people. Didn’t he drive you insane on the case? He was so far up his own ass I’m surprised he could see anything.”

Ellie snorts a laugh. “Sure, he was annoying but he’s handsome,” Your face scrunches up and Ellie rolls her eyes playfully. “He is! And maybe he’s nicer outside the office.”

“Yeah, maybe.” You sigh, dropping your fork onto your plate suddenly no longer hungry.

“Oh wow, you really like her.” It’s a statement, not a question. The sympathy in Ellie’s voice makes your voice catch in your throat.

You cough in an attempt to clear it. “It’s just a crush. Harmless, I’m basically over it already.” It’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told Ellie. You’d had a crush on Jack since the moment she’d turned up to NCIS 3 years ago and it’d only grown since so there was definitely no chance of you just getting ‘over it’ anytime soon (but you could dream).

“So, if I was to tell you that Jack and Mark were currently kissing,” Your head swings around, a blush covering your face when you realise the two of them were not kissing and were instead just chatting. “It wouldn’t bother you at all.” Ellie’s voice is full of mirth, a shit-eating grin on her face that just earns her a glare in response. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, I’m not, but that’s only because now I’m thinking about it, the two of you, It makes sense. There’s always been something between you both, none of us really understood what it was, but this makes sense.”

“You’re reading too far into this. I don’t even know if Jack likes women, and even if she does...She doesn’t like me, not like that.”

“How can you-”

“Can we just drop this? Enjoy the rest of our dinner.” Ellie wants to protest but instead, she sighs and goes back to her food. You smile, taking a bite from your own food which is now slightly cold. “How was karaoke night with Nick?”

Ellie doesn’t try to protest again, instead, describing Nick’s terrible re-enactment of ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’. It’s not long before you’ve both finished your meals and begin to make your way out of the restaurant. You’re too preoccupied telling Ellie about the lunch you’d had with your mother the previous weekend that you don’t notice that Ellie’s led you around the long way just so you have to pass Jack’s table until it’s too late.

“Jack, fancy seeing you here.” Ellie’s voice is gleeful. You glare daggers into the back of her head but she only smirks when she turns to face you. You were going to kill her.

“Ellie, Y/N.” Jack’s voice is full of surprise, her cheeks heating up as she looks between the two of you and her hand slips away from Matthew’s? Michael’s? You couldn’t remember his name and truthfully you didn’t care. Your glare has subsided, instead replaced with an awkward smile as you try to think of a way to hurry out of the restaurant and to the safety of your car. “What are you guys doing here?” Jack’s eyes narrow.

One of your brows raises, a smirk tugging at your lips. “We had dinner like one usually does when at a restaurant.” Ellie snorts. Jack’s eyes are still flicking between the two of you as if she’s trying to put together a puzzle she doesn’t quite understand. A waiter goes to pass you, your arm comes to rest on Ellie’s back as you move her closer to the table to allow him to pass. Jack’s eyes zero in on the contact, her lips pressing into a thin line.

“Mark, Hi.” The man who you’d half-forgotten about speaks up, extending his hand to Ellie to shake.

“Right sorry, Yes this is Mark my-” Jack clears her throat. You shake his hand, probably gripping it a little tighter than you should as you plaster a smile across your face.

“Date.” Mark grins and honestly, you want to punch him.

“Yes. Date.”

“Well, we don’t want to intrude,” Ellie says as if that isn’t exactly what she was doing. “We’ll see you at the office in the morning.”

“Bye Jack, Michael.” It’s petty, and Jack will see right through it, but it’s worth it for the way he stutters to correct you. Jack’s eyes are narrowed but you just smirk at her.

“I’ll see you both tomorrow,” Jack says. Mark’s hand reaches out, tangling their fingers back together. It makes your chest ache and you quickly avert your eyes, all your humour gone as you follow Ellie from the restaurant making sure to never turn back around.

Ellie starts talking the second the door shuts behind you. “I mean she totally likes you right? There was no other-”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You cut her off, really no longer in the mood for this and cursing yourself for ever even suggesting tonight. You should have just gone home, maybe alcohol would have been the better option, probably would have hurt less.

“Wait, Y/N.” Ellie starts to follow after you, distress filling her voice.

“It’s fine. I’m fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You manage a small smile, which Ellie returns, before turning back and making your way to your car.

You ignore the pit in your stomach. Try to block out the images of their hands intertwined and Jack’s smile. Try not to think about them back at the restaurant, about the possibility of them kissing, about Jack settling for some mediocre man that definitely doesn’t deserve her. You take a long shower, allowing your tears to mingle with the water and then put on your comfiest pyjamas, wrapping yourself in a blanket and settling on the sofa. You pick out a movie on Netflix and hit play, snuggling further into the pillows as you allow the film to distract you from your thoughts.

You wake up at 5, still on the sofa, having fallen asleep at some point during the movie. You chuck on your gym clothes, pack your stuff for the day and make yourself a cup of coffee before heading to work. It’s barely 6 when you arrive. You head straight to the gym, dumping your bag in the corner as you put in your headphones and crank your music up high and let loose on the punching bag.

You head up to the bullpen a couple of hours later, freshly showered and now donning a work-appropriate outfit, one that left you feeling confident and ready for the day. “Morning, Gibbs.” You say, smiling when you notice the man sitting at his desk. You put your bag away and take your own seat.

“You’re here early.” He comments, looking at you from his desk.

“Not really it’s already 8 o’clock.”

“And your car was already here when I arrived an hour ago,” Gibbs smirks, eyes curious.

You shrug. “Wanted to get in some exercise before work.” You walk over to Ellie’s desk, grabbing the case file you knew she’d had the night before. You flick through it as you sit back down, focusing on the folder and finding new leads instead of Gibbs’ interested eyes and the fact you could hear the elevator opening and the familiar click of heels making their way to the bullpen.

“Mornin’ Jack.”

“Good morning, Gibbs, Y/N.” You look up long enough to flash her a small smile before returning to the folder in front of you. You can feel Jack’s eyes flicking to you as she speaks to Gibbs. “Is Ellie in?”

That gains your attention, the way Jack’s trying to sound casual but it’s anything but. You look up just as Gibbs responds. “No. Why?” He’d noticed as well then.

“Oh, just wanted her opinion on something.” Jack swings on her heels, her voice too light. The elevator doors ding open again, Ellie and Tim make their way over, laughing.

“Good morning.” Ellie sings, she heads straight to your desk and hands you a cup of coffee. “Sorry for last night,” Ellie speaks quietly so not to be heard by anyone else.

“It’s fine, really.” You smile softly. “But thank you for the coffee.” You take a sip of the drink, humming in delight. Jack’s glaring at Ellie the whole exchange, watching your soft smiles and quiet words makes her blood boil, her hands grip so tightly on her bag that her knuckles turn white, but by the time you look at her she’s got a slightly strained smile on her face.

Jack points in the direction of her office. “Well, I should get to work.” She waves goodbye and starts to exit.

“Jack, didn’t you want to talk to Bishop?” Gibbs calls after her, halting Jack’s steps and causing Ellie’s head to perk up in interest.

“Oh, right yes, uh, are you alright if we go to my office?”

“Sure.” Ellie shrugs, getting up from her desk and following Jack from the room. Both you and Gibbs watch them leave, both confused by how Jack was acting.

Ellie returns about 15 minutes later. Her eyes are filled with determination as she hurriedly makes her way over to you, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you in the direction of the elevator.

“Ellie? What’s happening?” You try to protest, eyes wide in shock. Ellie doesn’t respond, just pushes you into the elevator as Jimmy exits.

“Hey, guys-” Ellie slams the close button, cutting off Jimmy’s words before hitting the emergency stop.

You cross your arms over your chest. “Ready to tell me what the hell that was about?”

“I think Jack thinks we’re dating.” Your mouth drops open and you can’t do anything but stare at Ellie in shock. “She got me to look over some paperwork, but she kept asking questions about last night and just us in general.”

“Like what?”

“Like if we did anything nice after dinner and if we have plans together anytime soon. She was trying to be subtle but when I told her we were planning a weekend away she looked about ready to snap the pen in her hands in half.”

“We aren’t planning a weekend away.”

“I know that, but she didn’t, and I wanted to see what her reaction would be,” Ellie smirks, shrugging. “I know I said I’d drop this, but Y/N I really do think she likes you.”

“She was literally on a date last night. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t.” You roll your eyes, trying to stamp down the hope that you could feel brewing.

Ellie’s smirk only widens. “A date which I asked her about, and she said she wasn’t seeing him again!”

“Doesn’t mean she’s interested in me. What’s his face was dull as hell.”

Ellie rolls her eyes. “Mark! And are you serious? I swear to god if you don’t go and see her, I’m going to go tell her myself.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wanna bet?” You both stare at each other, waiting for the other to back down. There was just no way Jack liked you. Surely, she would have said something if she felt anything for you, she’s not the type of person to wallow in her feelings. Although she was more touchy with you, you’d always put that down to the fact you were good friends. You think about the way her head had rested on your shoulder when you’d been around her house the week before watching some shitty tv show she loved. You think about the way even at the office she always touched you in some way, a hand on your back, on your shoulder, on your arm and even occasionally a small grip to your hand before she let go. She didn’t do that with anyone else.

If you went and talked to her at least there was a chance to gauge the situation without admitting anything. You sigh, dropping Ellie’s gaze. “Fine.”

You glare at the blonde as she grins. “Yay.” She disables the emergency lock and presses the button for the next floor. “Now, go talk to her.” You get off the elevator, Ellie descends the stairs and you avoid looking at her, and the curious eyes you can feel on you from the bullpen as you make your way across the landing and down the corridor to Jack’s office.

You stop outside, wringing your hands before knocking on the door. “Hey.” Your small, unsure smile is reflected back at you when Jack lifts her head.

“Hey. Everything ok?”

You take a couple of steps into her office. “Yeah. I just wanted to speak to you about something.”

“Sure. Take a seat.” Jack signals to her sofa. You make your way over, kicking your shoes off as you bring your feet up, wrapping your arms around your legs and resting your head on your knees. Jack shuts her office door before making her way over, she pauses by the chair opposite you. “Are you here to speak to me as a psychologist or as a friend?”

“Friend.” Jack nods, bypassing the chair and taking the seat next to you on the sofa. A smile tugs at your lips. She isn’t wearing shoes, probably kicked off somewhere behind her desk like usual, so she crosses her legs, sitting sidewards so she’s facing you. You shuffle round to face her two, putting your head back on your knees. Jack’s eyebrows are furrowed in concern and you want nothing more than to lean over and kiss the worry away.

“What’s up?”

You chew your lip, noting the way Jack’s eyes momentarily focus on the action before she’s meeting your eyes again. It gives you a little confidence. “Ellie told me if I didn’t talk to you, she would.” At the mention of Ellie’s name, you see Jack’s walls slam up, her smile faltering and you realise Ellie might have actually been right. A smirk tugs at your lips. “I’m not dating Ellie.”

Jack’s eyes widen in surprise. You think you see a glimmer of hope shining in them but she’s looking away before you can be sure and when she meets your eyes again her walls are back in place. “Ok?” Jack says, prompting you to continue.

Your nerves come right back. The next step was going to involve you admitting to Jack that you liked her in some way and once that happened there was no going back, no matter if she returned your feelings or not. You don’t realise you’re fiddling with your fingers until Jack’s hand reaches out to cover them.

“Hey.” Jack’s smile is soft as she waits for you to meet her eyes, only continuing talking once you do. “You know you can tell me anything.” Jack’s thumb rubs soothing circles on the back of one of your hands.

You take a deep breath, lifting your head from your knees and moving to copy Jack’s crossed leg position. Jack pulls her hand away from yours but before it can retreat all the way back to her lap you cover it with your own and then very slowly link your fingers with hers, watching closely to see her reaction. Jack’s mouth hangs open slightly in surprise, her eyes darting between your eyes and intertwined hands.

You chuckle awkwardly. “You know, I was so content just suppressing these feelings...but then I saw you at the restaurant with your hands interlocked with his and suddenly my heart was in my stomach and all the feelings that were under lock and key came bursting out and all I wanted to do was steal you away from the douche, that by the way, totally doesn’t deserve to even be in like 10 feet of you let alone on a date.” Jack releases a watery chuckle along with a playful roll of the eyes. “But I couldn’t do any of that because I’m your friend, and friends aren’t meant to get jealous of their friends being on dates.”

“They aren’t?” Jack’s lips twitch into a smirk, her voice barely above a whisper. “Guess I missed that memo.”

“Yeah, I think Ellie would agree.” You tease, voice as quiet as Jack’s. Her cheeks prickle with heat but her eyes don’t leave yours. You don’t know when it happened, but you’ve moved closer to each other, Jack reaches out and cups your cheek. You instantly lean into the touch, loving the way Jack smiles and her eyes twinkle.

She hums. “I guess friends probably shouldn’t want to kiss their friends either.” You swallow roughly as Jack’s gaze falls to your lips before slowly making its way back to your eyes. “I suppose we aren’t just friends then.”

“Hmm...That seems like a theory that needs testing out.” Your eyes darken, tongue darting out to wet your lips in anticipation. With a laugh, Jack tugs you closer, your breath catches in your throat as she stops centimetres from your lips. Your heads are titled, her heavy-lidded eyes darting between yours and your open mouth in question. Your hand goes to the back of her neck and you close the last bit of distance. The kiss is soft and slow and, despite your slightly awkward crossed-legged positions, better than anything you’d ever imagined. Your hands tangle in the hair at the nape of her neck as you explore one another’s mouths. It’s over too soon, Jack pulling back slightly to rest her forehead against yours. You’re grinning like a maniac but you’re too happy to care.

“You’re so beautiful.” Jack breathes. Your cheeks heat up from the combination of her words and the intensity of her gaze. You pull her back in, placing a soft peck on her lips. Jack stops you from pulling away, releasing a breathy “Nuh-uh.” and bringing you right back to her lips. The kisses heat up as she pulls a throaty moan from you, tongue seeking entrance to your mouth. She finds her way into your lap, moans erupting from both of you as she grinds her hips down and cups your breast through your shirt.

You pull your mouth away, both of you breathing heavily. “Work.”

“I really don’t care about work right now.” Jack grinds her hips again to prove her point and you’re so tempted to say screw it but you know this case is important.

“You will when I inevitably get a message telling me to get my ass back to work.” And you weren’t about to start something you couldn’t finish. Jack sighs, knowing you’re right. She goes to shuffle off your lap, but you stop her with a hand to her waist. Jack brow raises, smirk back on her face. You take a moment to admire her. Her slightly ruffled hair from where your hands had been, swollen lips from your kisses. She was stunning.

“Y/N?” Jack asks, eyes softening as she reaches out to cup your cheek. “What are you thinking?”

“I like you a lot, Jack. I just need to know if this, us, is something you want.” Tears build behind your eyes as your insecurities rush through you. You needed to be sure that she felt the same things you did before you let yourself fly away on cloud 9...before you got hurt. Jack clicks her tongue, eyes unbelievably soft and full of emotion as she places a hard, passionate kiss against your lip. When she pulls back, she makes sure your eyes are open and on her before she speaks.

“Yes Y/N, I want this. I want you.” A tear escapes your eye and Jack wipes it away, leaving a kiss in its place. She moves to your other cheek, placing another kiss before capturing your lips again.

Jack’s office phone starts ringing, and she groans, placing one last peck to your lips before getting off your lap and making her way to her desk. “Jacqueline Sloane.” Your eyes trail over her body as she perches herself on the edge of her desk. She’s wearing one of her fitted pantsuits. It’s dark green with a white shirt underneath and honestly, it should be illegal to look that good. You couldn’t wait to get her to your house, have the time to explore every inch of her skin, see her laid out underneath you with messy hair and a satisfied smile. God, she was-

“Hey!” You jump as a lollipop hits you in the chest. “What was that for?” You pout, taking the lollipop out of its wrapper and placing it in your mouth. Mm, your favourite.

Jack puts the phone back in its holder. A brow raised as she huffs. “Oh, Please. As if you weren’t just undressing me with your eyes.” Your cheeks pink, as you make your way over to Jack. You pull the lollipop from your mouth, twiddling it between your fingers as you smirk.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I know you too well to let your innocent act fool me.” Jack pulls you to stand between her legs, hands resting on your hips.

“Oh no!” You fake gasp, humour seeping into your tone. “Can’t have you knowing all my secrets.”

Jack hums, her voice lowering to a sultry tone that makes your legs wobble. “Baby, I already do.”

“So not fair.” You mutter. 4 words, a sultry tone, and her smirk and you were already putty. Jack’s office phone rings again. She leans over and grabs the phone, keeping a hand on your hip so you don’t move away.

“Jacqueline Sloane.”

“Tell Y/N to get her ass back down here. She’s not getting paid to make out with you.” Gibbs' gruff voice rings through the phone. Jack’s head tilts back, pure laughter escaping her throat as your face heats up.

“I’ll send her down.” Jack doesn’t wait for a response, just hangs up the phone. A devilish smirk on her face when she faces you. “I think we should make that a game, how many times in a day can we make out without getting caught.”

“Make it a competition and add in how often we can distract each other as well.”

Jack’s eyes darken. “Are you prepared to lose? I happen to have quite the competitive streak.”

“Oh, I know. All the more fun.” Jack’s toes curl as you capture her lips, drawing moans from her throat as you nip at her lip. Jack’s hands tighten on your waist as she tries to pull you closer, but you pull out of her grasp, breaking the kiss with a smirk. “Got to go to work.” You place the lollipop back in your mouth, leaving Jack as her swollen lips hang open in shock.

“You play dirty.”

“Oh, baby.” You grin as Jack’s eyes darken, nostrils flaring. “You’ve got no idea.” You close her office door behind you, basking in her frustrated groan as you walk back to the bullpen with a skip in your step and a smirk on your face.

#jack sloane x reader #jacqueline sloane #jack sloane #ncis #maria bello #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #but i'm in this space with you #light angst #fluff #fem!reader

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Way Too Close || [AHA x Reader]

“Where is my gift?” “It’s a secret…” (Ivar or Ubbe Alex Hoegh Andersen for @ivarsrideordie)

⇁ Pairing | AHA x Reader (god rest my soul)

⇁ tw | RPF (please know I don’t write RPF usually, so please don’t request me), crazy fan ladies, general floof, and angst.

⇁ summary | you really hate overreacting this– even if you know its someone he’ll likely never see again.

⇁ sy notes | I don’t write AHA. I don’t. But @ivarsrideordie has been really down this christmas season so I wanted to make something for her that would make her feel better. that being said, please don’t request AHA.

He’s that sort of boy.

You know that Alex has a lot of fans. Some crazier than others, and so when it happened, you tried to understand. But there was something about it that wouldn’t sit well with you. No matter how many times you played it over in your mind, the sight of the Brazilian girl’s arms thrown over his broad shoulders under the magic of a deep green mistletoe, lips against lips, it just-- it was what it was. Maybe he could deal with this geniality but at some point, you had to leave and get some air.

Getting some air led to strutting down the street, and with your heels hooked around your fingers, your blackened feet made their way to the rented apartment through the chilly park. The wind whistles through the high trees, singing softly with the memory of the moment only a few minutes ago during the Christmas exchange at an event.

“Where is my gift?” Annoying Bitch said. You crane your head, catching Alex in an awkward laugh, followed by an equally stunted response. “...it’s a secret,” Alex said, a hint of flirt at the end of that statement. Though, if you’re being honest, that’s simply how he always sounded.

“Oh really,” Standing Way Too Close said, and the moment that followed was something you had seen one too many times. A forced kiss he bowed out of, catching you standing there with eyes otherwise unamused. Alex apologized. So did Not at All Remorseful. “I didn’t-- I never knew you were together.”

“Not together,” you said with a cock of your head. “I’ll catch you later, Alex.”

Still Touching Alex Way Too Much cracks a smile, clearly not fooled and yet-- as he peels her hands from his neck, bending his head as if in an apology, you’re out the front door and down the street.

He clearly had work left to do there. And maybe you had a few too many drinks stumbling through that park because you were so sure he would be busy for the night. Christmas Eve night-- not a usual thing. No, not really. He’s open with communication on these important little dates knowing how you love, and hate, and love them.

This holiday would definitely be a hate.

0914 BEEP BEEP

0824 BEEP BEEP

Your fingers curl at the keypad. Somehow, you made it here, and the keypad has never been more aggravating than it was in that second. And that wasn’t fair, because with dirty feet, a broken heart, and a boozy head-- the last thing you wanted to do was fight with a hunk of junk screen!

“Here,” someone slips beside you and tacks at the metal numbers. “0894.”

A softer beep follows this time, and you all but slump inside toward the elevator-- heading up toward the stupid apartment where you could collapse into sleep and find out how you would explain storming out so unreasonably.

Perhaps you would say that your stomach was upset. That the booze wasn’t treating you well. Or maybe-- maybe you could lie. That was it. You would tell him that… you needed to make a phone call in private. Where you wouldn’t see like that overbearing girl who wouldn’t let her man do his job.

“Thank you,” you say once you both get into the elevator-- because manners are manners. God, the elevator is hot. You slip off the coverall from your shoulders, watching as the hazy numbers definitely begin to change. Even with the fact that you’d not hit anything at all. There’s a pause, then the doors open, and you walk to the shared apartment fumbling with your purse the whole way.

Once inside, you abandon your heels by the door. Your head thumps with the repetitive beat of the music from that afterparty, and when you drop onto the couch, your eyes are glowering at the ceiling. It’s cold-- you light the fireplace, bending down in your mid-thigh length dress. The fire crackles softly in front of you. A pleasant distraction from the mess of an evening when you’re curled up on fluffy blankets, stroking the faux fur on the ground. A notepad sits in front of you. The words all jumble in your mind like a good jigsaw puzzle that needs just a hint of unraveling for the new song you meant to be working on for a client overseas.

Can’t make him change his mind.

Which, right, you think-- that was the hope you had, anyway. The more reasonable side of you says that its impossible to hold him up to the standards you were holding him up to. For most men, that situation would have been a great, big no. He’s spoken for, you could have said, and smacked Bitch Be Touching Too Much so hard that her eyeliner would fly off. But the more reasonable part of you said: Breathe. Relax. Stop-- which is exactly what you end up not doing.

Keys jingle at the front door sometime later. You figure you should go ahead and go to bed, change out of this stupid dress. You find yourself instead laying there, staring at the crackling fire, and replaying the night over and over again. If anything, he looked oddly exhausted with the throwing off the arms and kisses and-- god, what man would be tired of that?

He would. You knew he would. Anyone would. A hundred, a thousand fake smiles-- all those expectations and nowhere to go from them? It would have to be exhaustive. And though that songwriting resulted in a hundred drafts, you knew you couldn’t send any one of those to your clients. Well, maybe. But you should probably leave the bat part out of it. Then again, some artists went for that shit. Psychotic fucks.

“Love,” he says-- and it causes you to turn over, because you’re a sucker for that, as much as you shouldn’t be. The keys settle on the small wooden table just to the right of the door. “Are you awake?”

“Nope,” you answer, flicking the page. “Pretty sure I’m dead.”

There’s a small sound of him slipping out of his silvery shoes behind you. His steps become softer when he slides behind you, running his hand over the small notebook you worked on. You nip him with the tip of your pen.

“I saw you run out. Not so discreet, by the way.” He teases, and you puff out your lips, musing him even further.

“Looks like I won’t be a spy anytime soon.”

“Stick to songwriting,” Alex pauses, flicking through the pages long enough for you to know that he’s reading, and maybe not so amused with what he’s finding on the pages he’s working on.

“I have a song due before Christmas,” you lean over to snatch the journal. Despite the fact that the haze of anger has fizzled out, you’re fixated upon the pad. Because maybe-- just maybe, you could think of something in the mood you were in.

“That doesn’t seem like a Christmas song.”

“I never would have guessed,” you mumble, finding yourself stubbornly pushing up. Alex stops you with his hand upon your shoulder. “Let’s talk about it.”

“What is there to talk about?” You say. “Brazilians have the culo. You like culo. No problem.”

“Brazilians don’t speak Spanish.”

“It’s in South America. Close enough,” you say, sitting right side up. This manner of speaking, well, it’s deflection. There’s no if, ands, or butts-- (heh, see what you did there), about it.

“What is this really about?” Alex’s voice strains when he speaks again, and you’re more on edge by this point. Your shoulders, tense. Your eyes, to the ground. Yeah, jokes aside, your head hurt about as much as your heart.

“It’s probably just this new song.”

“Are you going to keep lying?” He’s probably tired, and though cuddling by the fireplace would have been preferable, Alex knows that there’s something eating at you that you just can’t make into words. A stab of self-loathing churns in your stomach, and you know you have to do something to stop this avoidance. You relax against him, staring at the brightest part of the fireplace until your eyes give away.

“The kisses,” you respond, failing in your smile. “They’re tiring.”

And he knows-- he knows how tiring it is. On-screen, that was one thing. Off the screen, well, those kisses should have been yours. Well, and his insane friends. You couldn’t forget them either.

“You know I can’t help that.”

“I know. They’re like flies,” you say. Your eyes close, and you try your best to shut out the heartbreak like you usually do. “Why don’t you age already?”

“Might make it worse,” he grins, cheesily so. “Could be a silver fox.”

“You’re impossible,” you muse, pushing his shoulder tersely. “How am I to do anything with you?”

He scoffs a little, eyes flitting down over your shoulder, and tightens his hold around your waist. There was nothing to be done or said, but you’re within confidence that he didn’t really mean to do what he did. Things like this-- they just… happened.

“You don’t,” he muses. “You love me and forget the rest.”

It sounds like the headliner for the next song. Your fingers tingle, reaching toward your notes. He stops you, bringing his hands back around to cradle yours around your waist. “Forget work for a minute,” he says. “Maybe for a whole night.”

“What do I get instead, hm?”

“Christmas cuddles.”

“Yeah,” You recline back, shifting into him when he kisses you upon on your cheek. The silence of the night is outlined by the soft heave and drop of his chest. At the end of the day, he’s here. WIth you-- and that’s what matters. “Yeah, I guess that works too.”

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#AHA x Reader #AHA/Reader #Vikings cast imagines #viking cast imagines #alex hogh x reader #alex hogh imagine

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dearyams · 5 years

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a long day

@dazedbyeler: headcanon ; Will screaming into his pillow after Mike does something cute [x]

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It was going to be a long day.

Not long as in the number of hours Will was up—no, he woke up pretty late for even a Saturday—or the fact that as the summer solstice approached, daylight technically lasted longer. It was going to be long as in mental exhaustion, though it wasn’t even really exhaustion for him. Was he stressed? No more than usual in most aspects. A lot more than usual for one in particular.

See, Will woke up late on a Saturday that had long been planned to be the day the Party started up Mike’s newest campaign. Mike even promised he wouldn’t be over too long at Hopper’s cabin to ensure that the four could spend the entire day in the basement tossing saving throws and laughing at Mike’s hilariously in-character role-played monsters and NPCs. Max was even going to stop by and watch—“Watch? You mean critique my voices as if I haven’t spent years crafting my creepy goblin voice,” Mike had whined the night before as he laid on the couch and tossed a grape into his mouth, only to choke on it and give Will a mild heart attack in the process. The point being: this Saturday was important for everyone and was planned to be the best Saturday in the entire year so far.

Despite his joy and overwhelming excitement at starting a new campaign with his friends, Will overslept. That got his friends worried, worried enough that Will woke up to Mike frantically knocking on his window and yelling for Will. “Don’t be dead, Byers, or I’ll bring you back to life and strangle you for it!” It was only testimony to the room’s thin walls that Will managed to hear Mike. The boy was obviously teasing—he couldn’t fight for his life and after Will beat his ass during an impromptu wrestling match five years back, he didn’t bother and left the rough housing to Dustin and Lucas—but even through sleep’s last languorous dregs, Will could hear the underlying concern that bleed in every word. That pure, unadulterated concern and the annoying rap of knuckles on glass that crept through his dream—a dream that left him red-faced and glaring at his wall in hopes that the lingering phantom touch from Mike’s hand in his would soon disappear—was enough disturbance to wake him.

Will turned over to face his window and stared. Mike was glaring at him. He was petulant as always with a pout on his lips and Will couldn’t help himself if his eyes found focus on those curved lips. He tried not to think about what that meant and let his gaze wander upwards. Mike’s freckled cheeks were pink and flushed from exertion. His eyes were bright as usual, carrying the stars night left behind when melting into day. His hair was messy in a wind-blow way since he was fresh off his bike ride to the Byers’ residence. Will let the guise of sleep allow him a few more seconds to stare and take in the beautiful sight before him. He had been dreaming about holding hands with Mike just a few minutes ago, being blushy and pressing his lips to those very same pink cheeks—oh.

Mike seemed to notice Will was actually staring at him and his hard glare loosened into a soft smile. He waved excitedly before pressing his palms up against the window. Will was mentally tossed back in time to a point before Mike was tall enough to even press against the window as he did. Back when the boy would press his nose to the cold plane and all Will could see was his bright brown eyes as he watched and waited for Will. In a melancholy way, Will missed those days, but he didn’t think about it for long as he also questioned why Mike hadn’t simply gone to the front door and barged into his room as he usually did.

Will slowly sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes before he yawned. He stretched his arms and then padded to the window to open it. Fresh air filtered through his room. Mike pulled back and then leaned on the window sill with an infectious grin. “Thought you’d never wake up, Sleeping Beauty,” he drawled, blinking when Will shoved a hand in his face to push him back. “Hey!”

“Don’t call me that unless you want me to call you Prince Charming.”

The implications in that statement went unsaid but surprisingly, instead of sneering and retching like Dustin might do, Mike flushed a bright red. Red was a good color on him, especially with late spring’s sun casting warm rays over his pale skin. “What?” he exclaimed before shaking his head so fast Will was worried he might injure his neck. “No. No, don’t do that. I’m teasing you, Will.” He looked at his watch and then tapped the screen in a poor attempt to change the subject. “It’s already, 1:30! What were you doing last night? I thought I went home pretty early so you could wake up on time today.”

Will frowned and tried to recall what he had done but he mostly remembered listening to a few songs with Jonathan after Mike left and then called it a night. His mind wandered back to the dream and he coughed into his fist in hopes to let that action cover up his blush. “I didn’t do much after you left.” he sent Mike a smirk. “I guess hanging out with you is draining me these days.”

It was gentle teasing just as much as Mike had done earlier, but Mike...he was really acting weird today. He stiffened and then pulled back from the window sill as he rubbed at his neck. “Oh. I, uh, I can come over less if you’d like. I don’t mean to be a bother.”

Will balked. “You’re not a bother.” He felt the insane urge to reach out and grab Mike’s hands but he was never brave enough for that. Sure, he could survive living in another dimension on his own for a week and he could beat an interdimensional shadow monster from taking over his mind for almost a year, but acting on whatever these romantic urges were? Hard pass. He couldn’t risk ruining what good he had with Mike, not after everything they’d been through together.

“Eh,” Mike shrugged and scuffed his shoes against the dirt. “If you say so.”

“I mean it, really,” Will leaned on his side of the window sill and looked up into wandering brown eyes. “You know you’re always welcome; Mom loves having you over anyway.”

“Mrs. Byers is great,” laughed Mike and his cheerful attitude came back with a quickness. Will wasn’t even sure if seeing Mike so sad had really happened. “And I guess you’re pretty great, too.”

Will rolled his eyes but when he focused back on Mike, he felt his next words lodge in his throat much like the grape Mike had almost died eating last night. Mike was...he was so handsome. Messy black hair curling at the edges, bright brown eyes echoing emotions that would never leave his mouth, pink cheeks, gentle smile on his curved lips and oh, oh, his voice—how it’d gotten deeper in the past few months and how just then, when he called Will great, it got a little deeper still and so gentle. Will didn’t know how to describe what it felt like to hear that voice directed at him. It was a warm blanket fresh out the dryer or maybe a toasty fire in the fireplace after spending hours in the cold. It was the loud cheers from the Party when they defeated the boss level monster in the campaign or the giggled whispers from his sleeping bag buddy when the Party gathered together for a weekend sleepover.

And then Will knew how to describe it because there was only ever going to be one way to describe the way Mike talked to him, the way Mike looked at him, the way Mike existed with him. That way was Mike being, well, Mike Wheeler. This boy here, with the crooked grin and the shy eyes and the pink cheeks and the stupid blue polo shirt stretched over his broadening shoulders and Will’s palpitating heart in his unknowing soft hands, was simply Mike Wheeler and that was enough to explain it all. He was so infuriatingly cute and Will didn’t know him to be any way but, even when he was in a cantankerous mood.

“I’ll come around front and say hi to your mom,” the boy declared firmly enough to snap Will from his dopey trance. Will leaned away from the window and nodded silently. “You can eat over at my place if you want. You know, so you don’t have to worry about stuffing your face in a rush now.”

“Okay,” was all Will could muster from his throat. He hoped he didn’t sound like a croaking sick man.

Mike cocked his head to the side with a puppy-like frown. So stupidly cute. “Are you okay? If you’re sick, you don’t have to worry about it. We can reschedule.”

“I’m fine; I’ll shower, get dressed, and meet you inside.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Mike grinned even wider and waved Will off with his fingers, an oddly shy but equally adorable little wave that had Will blinking as Mike grabbed his bike and strode away.

Will closed his window with a heavy sigh and then bit his bottom lip until he was sure the skin under his teeth turned white. He turned to his bed, plopped down onto it back first, and closed his eyes to calm his rapidly beating heart. Will’s brain kept replaying Mike’s little wave and his soft voice and his flushed cheeks and his cute head tilt and—

The brunette clenched his fists and turned to scream into his pillow, unable to keep his bubbling emotions inside any longer. He was going to die, positively and absolutely die, from Mike being this goddamn adorable without even trying. Did he know what he was doing to Will’s heart? Did he know Will turned to Halloween in ‘84 as means to appease himself when the nightmares got so bad? Did he know Will was weak to his stupid gangly charms in a manner no different from a moth always attracted to the light even if the light killed it? Did he know, did he know, did he know, should he know, should he know, should he—

No.

Will pulled his face from the pillow and then gripped it in his arms as his throat started to burn. Stupid. He tried to make this stop so many times. He screamed into his pillow as the days went by in hopes that once his throat got sore enough his body would stop associating Mike with this...this futile thing Will refused to put a name to even though he knew what he felt. And yet it had been months filled with muffled screams and harrowed sighs, lingering glances and internal yearning, and Mike was still cute and dorky and everything Will wanted in a...more-than-friend.

You mean boyfriend, his mind tratoriously provided.

Will blushed furiously and pulled the pillow back to his face for another muffled groan as he thought about Mike being his boyfriend. His dream would become reality and that was so far-fetched yet his foolish heart found it still attainable. When he heard Mike’s voice as he chatted with his mom, Will sat up and scrambled toward his dresser to grab clothes to hop into before sprinting down the hall toward the bathroom before he could get a glimpse at Mike. If he spotted Mike talking with his mom so easily like he usually did, like he belonged in this house conversing with Will’s mom as if she was his own mom, Will would either combust on the spot or immediately ask Mike to make it official and date him already.

When Will strode back to his room to toss his dirty clothes in the hamper, he spotted Mike laying on his stomach on the bed. The boy had his chin in his hands as he watched Will and then jumped to his feet with a sigh. “You ready to go?”

Will shoved at his shoulder. “Always, Wheeler.”

Mike shot him a bashful grin and right then and there, Will knew it was going to be a long day. A long day filled with the mental gymnastics he was going to have to pull to keep this secret under lock and key. A long day filled with stress brought by caring about Mike the way he did. A long day but a fun day because as Mike biked down a hill and whooped as the wind blew back his messy locks, Will couldn’t help but smile and cheer along with his best friend. Sure, once he biked back home, he’d probably think back on Mike’s soft nudges even though he wasn’t supposed to be giving special hints as DM, and equally soft smiles when Will got the hint and Dustin and Lucas playfully whined about Mike playing favorites, and when thinking about that Will would find himself face first in his pillow muffling his frustrated noises, but...it was worth it. His heart said that said the dream was attainable and Will wouldn’t let that fire die out.

Eventually, he’d be able to grab that same pillow, shove it in Mike’s face, and listen to Mike laugh before he pulled him in for a kiss.

#byler #byeler #mike wheeler #will byers #fluff #misc #drabble

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wrinkledparchment · 6 years

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Unrequited // Richie Tozier x Reader

Summary: The reader is desperately in love with Richie Tozier, someone who is currently seeing another girl. After seeing him in front of the other girl’s house, she breaks down and Stan forces Richie to talk to her, which ended in Richie saying something he really didn’t mean.

Word Count: 1,611 A/N: More Richie! I came up with the concept after listening to hostage by Billie Eilish and I’ve never really tried my hand at something with a sad ending. I might actually consider a part 2 if you guys want one, so let me know. Enjoy!

Warnings: Angst, Sadness, Unrequited love, the reader being just a bit psycho with a touch of yandere, Richie being fuckin’ surprised by that shit, swearing (it’s a Richie fic lmao who’s surprised), Richie being a dumbass (mostly at the end, but he’s always a dumbass)

You thought you were going insane. Spending all day thinking of Richie Trashmouth Tozier when you knew he hadn’t wasted an hour of his time on you. Your legs sprawled out on your bed, your head leaning back into the mattress; you wished you could deprive yourself of him. Of thinking about him. Of loving him.

But really, that’s not what you wanted. You wanted him to yourself, to have him completely and utterly yours. You wanted to snatch his soul and keep it with you every second of every day. You wanted him to never leave your side. You knew you couldn’t do that though. If not, you might as well crawl inside of him and live there forever. Your love was something so deep, so intense, you might as well capture him and hold him hostage.

The dark grey clouds complimented your mood and made you feel even more empty. Every second you couldn’t see him, you might as well be dead. You felt hollow without him. You sighed, tossing and turning; until you heard his laugh.

Sparks ignited in your chest and you bolted to your window, but alas, he was not walking towards you. Your head fell against the glass, watching as he stood in the middle of the street holding his bike. You tried desperately to tear your eyes away from him, hoping that maybe you could just stop the feeling of desperation claw at your throat and heart.

Upon closer inspection, he was holding roses. And standing in front of Stacy’s house. Fuck, fuck fuck. Now you knew you should’ve worked harder at prying your eyes away from the scene. You rushed to your bed and covered yourself with every blanket you could find, pretending that with enough shelter the world wasn’t real and it was all a dream.

Knocking at your door, Stan was surprised when he saw a big, gigantic ball in your bed, and even more, when he heard wails coming from it.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Stan asked cautiously, and slowly, your head emerged from the pile.

The look in your eyes made Stan’s heart ache and shatter. It was utterly hopeless, completely desperate, filled with pure sadness. Your cheeks were tear-stained and your nose red from crying. Stan never thought he’d see the day where rather than looking like you were filled with joy, you were instead miserable.

“Stan, just… what’s up?” you asked, sniffling. Stan winced as your voice broke, exhausted from the stress of sobbing.

“Richie was about to come and talk to you about something but I thought I should check on you first,” Stan stated, and at the mention of Richie’s name, he saw both light and darkness in your eyes.

“I’ll go get him, okay?” Stan said, but before you had the chance to interject, he was out and running down to Richie. Noticing Stan looked absolutely crazy, Richie furrowed his brows. He was no longer holding the roses, he had already given them to Stacy.

“She needs you, Richie,” Stan said and quickly shoved Richie towards the stairs and ran out the door.

Stan ran to his house, and he wanted to sob just like you had. Stan was definitely very emotionally stable, but seeing you… it made him want to take half of your pain and let the two of you endure it together. Better yet, take it all away and suffer it himself, just so he could see your happy smile again.

Richie looked confused before determining that something was very, very wrong. He booked it up the stairs, willing himself to go faster. He stopped himself from kicking down your door; because him being too energetic would make you scared, and he didn’t want that.

He slowly creaked open your door, and he saw you, blankets were strewn all over the floor, and your face stained with tears. He shut the door gingerly and walked over to you.

He met your eyes and saw the same look Stan had seen, for only two seconds. Your eyes flashed with love, adoration, and infatuation before they flashed back to the hollow orbs they were. You reminded yourself just what you’d seen, and all happiness faded out of you. Though your mind recognized everything, your heart didn’t. Your heart still begged for Richie to be closer, for him to be yours and only yours.

“Y/N, are- are you alright?” Richie asked though it was obvious he knew the answer. Seeing his best friend (just that, and only that) so broken made his eyes flood with tears.

“Y-Yeah,” you started, lying through your teeth, something you didn’t want to do to Richie. You never wanted to lie to him, but at this moment, you didn’t know what else you could do.

“We both know that’s not true, Y/N,” Richie countered, and yes, his statement was a fact. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that you were not okay. That you were hurting, aching.

“It’s a long story, Rich,” you muttered. That was also a fact. You had a long, complicated story about how your feelings for the Trashmouth came to be.

Shaking off the overwhelming guilt that rested on your shoulders, you looked up to him and smiled something forged, an imitation of what used to be. You could no longer smile genuinely knowing that the person you would never stop loving, the person you worshipped like a god, was not yours. He would never be, you understood that.

“Did you ask Stacy out?” you questioned, changing the subject in Richie’s mind, though it was not really a subject change. It had everything to do with what you were feeling, and it had everything to do with this conversation.

“Yeah, we’re going to the diner on Saturday,” Richie said, sitting at the end of your bed. “I was going to take her to the arcade, but she wanted the diner.”

You asked your brain to get rid of all the thoughts floating through your head, but there was one that was too stubborn. One that would not go away.

She’s not the one for him.

It was selfish of you to think that you were the one for him as well, but at least you had evidence to cite. Stacy and your beloved had nothing in common, besides the fact that they were both gorgeous human beings. No wonder Richie had a crush on Stacy, you knew that you couldn’t compare to her looks.

“Y/N, I asked you a question,” Richie waved his hand in front of your face, trying to get your attention. You came crashing back down into reality and your face looked at his with question.

“I asked you why you were upset,” Richie stated.

Something bubbled inside of you - the fury and rage you felt towards Stacy, towards Richie’s feelings for her. It made you buckle and contort under its overwhelming power over you. It made you snap at Richie, something you’d never done to him, and something Richie was not prepared for.

“Why don’t you go ask your girlfriend, huh? Why don’t you go ask her why I’m so upset about you two being together? I’m sure she knows perfectly well why I hate her with every fibre of my being! Because she fucking has you.” you spat, and Richie found himself backing away.

The only time you’d showed this much aggression was at Henry when he threatened Richie. He remembers that day clearly, the day you beat Henry Bowers up with all your might, gave him a broken nose, and also made him stay away from the Losers as long as you were with them. That was the day Richie knew just how angry you could get, but never in a million years did he think it would be directed at him.

If there were gears in the human brain, Richie’s would be turning as fast as they could go. He was calculating just exactly what you meant. Your last sentiment repeated in his mind. “Because she fucking has you.”

It all clicked in his mind; the way you looked at him, how protective you were over him, how you always looked at Stacy with disdain and disgust. He knew why now. You didn’t just like him, you loved him. And that was an indisputable, irrefutable fact.

“Just tell me, Y/N…” Richie said in denial. Did you really love him? He’d spent years pining after you and after finally getting over you and moving on, he found out that his love was requited after all.

“I love you, Richie,” you sobbed, covering your face with your hands. This was not how you thought you would tell him. You’d always fantasize about one day finally being confident enough to tell him, and he would kiss you and ask to be your boyfriend. Oh, how this was so different.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Richie started, slowly backing away towards your bedroom door.

Richie was loyal to Stacy now, and no matter how much he wanted to hug you and tell you that he loved you too, that he always had and that he always will, he needed time.

His mind was running on overdrive, wondering how the hell to respond but instead, words that he truly didn’t mean came out of his mouth. Words that he didn’t believe himself, but words that you wholeheartedly did.

“But I don’t love you back,” he finished, opening your door and backing out of it hurriedly, running out of your house and to Bill’s.

But he most definitely did love you back. He wished he would’ve told you that.

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Firelight

Pairing: DBH Simon x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: The reader is a human who is dedicated to helping out the people of Jericho. When they’re forced to weather a storm in the old ship, a conversation with their close friend Simon turns into a very confusing experience.

Word Count: 2014

Author’s Note: sO, funny story. I haven’t written anything, anything in literal years. and then I just went and banged this baby out in a few hours and I’m insanely proud of it. So, here’s my first fic since I was like 12. Any feedback you might have would be greatly appreciated! Enjoy!!

Link to part 2 - Four-Letter Word

You don’t know how long you’d been staring into the fire, huddled close to that rusting oil drum just thinking by the time you’d been forced out of your trance by a particularly loud crack of thunder that seemed to rattle every single loosened part of the dilapidated ship. You glanced up to observe many of the androids in the room looking skittish for a second, a smattering of LEDs quickly flashing red before blinking yellow and returning once more to blue, glowing faintly in the low light. You observed how many of them seemed to also gravitate towards standing next to the fires in complete silence, despite the fact that you were the only one who actually needed the warmth given off in the whole structure.

Your eyes return to the flickering of the flames. The whole air of the place seemed particularly somber today. Not that Jericho was ever, at any point, a particularly lively place to be. It was a place of freedom, but also fear; a collective of vulnerable people living in the dark, personal experiences rendering them too afraid to do much else other than sit and hide on this disintegrating ship. The rain seemed to get everyone especially down today though, and even though you loved the rain and the sheer terrifying power of a thunderstorm like this one, you soaked up the mood like a sponge.

“You look preoccupied,” a voice says, accompanied by footsteps approaching you. You look up to see the face of your friend Simon, soft blue eyes looking into yours, and he stops just close enough to you that your arms touch, although you think nothing of the closeness of it. “What are you thinking about?” he asks.

“Things,” you say without thinking, and immediately avert your eyes to the floor laughing a bit at the stupidity of your answer. You sigh. “No, I just kind of want to go home. I’m tired and, no offense, but Jericho isn’t exactly the best place for a fleshy exotherm like me to take a nap.” Getting in and out of Jericho as safely as you could would necessitate a fair amount of jumping and hoisting yourself up onto platforms, but all the handholds would be too slick for you to grip in the torrential rain.

Simon wraps an arm around you and a smile creeps onto both of your faces. “I’m sure we could find you a place to sleep. This was a human ship after all, there must be a bed somewhere around.”

“I’ve done my exploring and trust me, there is no mattress left behind on this ship that is untouched by uh, mysterious stains,” you laugh, and stretch your arm out behind him to reciprocate his little gesture of affection, soaking up his warmth in the slight chill of the air. “If worst comes to worst, I’ll just bunch up my jacket for a pillow and sleep on the floor. No big deal.”

“No, I couldn’t let you do that,” he says. “I’m sure – yeah, I’m sure there’s a clean blanket or two somewhere around here. I’ll have to find them for you.”

You both fall into a silence that you note is comfortable, just staring into the fire again. Even with the human friends you’d made and had for a few years since moving to Detroit, it was never quite like the dynamic you shared with Simon who you’d known for a matter of months. There was always a pressure to be speaking, to always be doing something together, and you would never even consider being so casually close to them, just standing together and enjoying the physical contact. Your mind drifts to the fact that he is warm, emitting body heat, and your brows furrow as you remember that oh yeah it confuses you, as you can’t seem to think of a reason why an android might need or have warmth.

So you pipe up, turning your face up to look at him: “Simon, why are you like, warm?” and again, avert your eyes for a moment while you laugh quietly at how odd the question sounds. “I mean like, body heat is generally a by-product of chemical reactions. Digestion and metabolism in biological beings, and such. So like, why? You’re an android, and don’t do either of those. Unless I’m missing something,” you joke.

“Entirely for human comfort,” he says. “I mean, humans get kind of disconcerted when they make physical contact with something that looks like a human but is cold to the touch. We’ve actually had some androids come to Jericho who don’t have that feature, although their functions before were less likely to involve human contact. But my model was made for domestic service, so,” he trails off and you hum, satisfied with his answer.

Your eyes drift up again and meet with another android across the room who it seems was observing you two, an eyebrow quirked and LED briefly flashing yellow before she looked away. Your mouth draws into a straight line, feeling almost judged when you decide to ask Simon another question.

“You ever notice how they all seem to, I don’t know, ignore me? Or judge me?” Your face sours, not entirely satisfied with the tone you spoke with, a little too hurt for your liking. You couldn’t decide whether it was because you didn’t really want to put the blame on them for not trusting you, or because it brought that pang of disappointment you’d been trying to ignore too close to the surface.

“What do you mean?” he asks, seeming to notice your negative tone.

“Well, I mean – you know the logical part of my brain is telling me that it’s not their fault or mine that they don’t trust me, so not to get too bent out of shape about it. Helping, knowing that I’m supporting the people of Jericho really is gratifying on its own. Honest!” you stop for a moment to think, “but there’s still that little part of me that wonders what I’m doing wrong, that wants to be validated for my efforts. That’s still disappointed that when I come here most people other than you do their best not to look at me or interact with me,” you look away from Simon’s eyes, suddenly a bit ashamed and afraid now of his judgment too. Were you being too needy? Asking for too much of a people with a very broken trust in humans, for very good reasons?

He takes his arm from your shoulders and turns to face you fully. “They are grateful for everything you’ve done, all the support you give us. I can vouch for the fact that they appreciate you,” he reassures, placing his hand on your forearm. “Some are still wary of your intentions, though. And some are still very nervous around humans in general – I’m sure you understand.” You nod along with his last statement. “I’m sure they’ll warm up to you in time, you just need to give it a little while,” he smiles warmly, before taking on an inquisitive expression.

“Out of curiosity, why do you help us?” he asks. “I don’t doubt your intentions are good, but ever since you discovered this place on your own… All we asked of you is that you leave and keep quiet about Jericho, but you kept coming back.” You looked back up to meet his earnest gaze. “You kept doing more and more. Bringing us supplies. Sneaking into Cyberlife’s warehouses and stealing biocomponents and blue blood. Speaking up for us in your daily life. Our existence as deviants is already dangerous, but you keep defying the law at every turn you can and putting yourself in more danger than we could have ever asked of you. Why?”

There’s a pregnant pause while you think of how to respond. In truth, it’s an extremely loaded question. You’d never really thought about why you wanted to help Jericho, only that you did. “I…” you start, very tentatively. “I always think back to our history as a species, you know. For the past couple of centuries there’s always been someone fighting for their basic – basic rights somewhere in the world. Somewhere in this country. Whether its on the basis of their religion, their ethnicity, their gender, or sexuality or whatever, someone’s always been trying to break down the barriers so we can all just live as equals. And the moment, the very moment it seems that as a society we might start to get it, to understand that concept of equality, what do we do? We invent a new type of second-class citizen, perfectly obedient and perfectly identical to us so we can get that authentic oppression experience.” You bit your lip, gaze long since shifted away from Simon back down to the fire.

“And I’d really hate to think that that’s our natural state. That we just can’t bear not having some kind of a hierarchy to feel safe in, to always feel superior to someone. I think a lot about how inaction is, in a way, worse than outright hatred. Because it’s the inaction that allows hatred to continue. I’m aware that it’s dangerous for you to, for example, go outside for supply runs. The police do hunt deviants. So if I can help, if I can keep you out of the way of the police then I will.”

You look up at Simon and he’s got this expression on his face that you can’t read, but your jaw goes a little slack and a tingle runs the length of your spine. “To be honest it upsets me that all our human empathy and compassion goes out the window when – when faced with something that looks exactly like a human. Just because we’re aware their blood is blue and not red.” Suddenly you’re intensely aware of his hand, warm on your forearm and his closeness – it seems he’d drifted towards you even more over the course of your little monologue. You shift under the intensity of his gaze. “A-and… I’ve read enough history books about those people fighting for their basic rights, telling the world that they are people, that when I came to Jericho and had everyone telling me the exact same, of course I was inclined to believe you.”

There was silence again. Unbreaking silence, and unbreaking eye contact. Simon seems to be breathing heavy although you can’t comprehend why, and he lifts his other hand to rest it on your shoulder. He pulls it away again and looks to the side, almost embarrassed before bringing his hand up even further to rest it on your cheek – and where you were expecting soft, warm flesh, your skin instead met the feeling of cool, smooth plastic. The air goes electric with the warmness, the intimacy of the situation. He meets your eyes again with that expression you can’t name, the soft orange glow of the fire lighting his features, and your hand seems to automatically reach up to cover his. It feels like your perceptions are wading through a thick warm haze, and you forget the intensely sober atmosphere of Jericho’s main room, completely drunk on the firelight reflecting off his cool blue eyes. His lips part slightly, and you feel almost like you can read his thoughts, predict his next movements and just as you start to feel the anticipation of leaning in to –

He pulls away abruptly, his white hand leaves your cheek and you watch as the artificial skin on it reforms, leaving it identical to any human hand. “I… Wh-” You begin, but you’re dazed, at a loss for words, ripped from your little reverie too quick to get your bearings. He’s broken eye contact and, looking more self-conscious than you’d ever seen him, he backs away.

“I-I’d really better find you those blankets… If you’re going to stay the night…” he murmurs, and at once turns on his heel and leaves you behind feeling suddenly very cold, very confused, and definitely disappointed.

#dbh x reader #detroit become human x reader #dbh simon x reader #dbh #dbh simon #x.writing

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perlocutionary · 6 years

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Tether - Stiles Stilinski

Description: A final straw and it’s gone. A relationship, one Y/N had worked so hard for, slipped from her fingers. She had never hoped Stiles would’ve moved on so fast, and not with her. But maybe her emotions draw a cloud in front of her eyes - and things aren’t what they seem.

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader - TEEN WOLF

Warnings: It’s a bit angsty, a bit all over the place and a lot of heartbreak-feelings. There’s also smut and sappiness, which makes up for the angsty shit I guess. I am very bad at warnings.

I also suck at descriptions, if you haven’t noticed. Happy reading! Word count: 4887

“I don’t need any werewolf power to feel your hurt radiating off you.” Scott appears beside me, arms crossed across his chest, mimicking my own stance. I groan, mostly in acknowledgement, but I don’t take my eyes off my ex-boyfriend. He looked happier, healthier even, than he has been in months. And I couldn’t help but wonder if it was I who had drained him of his joy, if it was my doings that had slowed down his recovery after the whole thing with the Nogitsune.

At first instant, I wanted to reply that Scott had no idea how much this was hurting me, eating me alive – but I’m sure he did. After everything Scott himself had been through, after all our losses, my hurt over a lost love felt bleak. But still very existent.

Stiles and I’s break-up was anything but peaceful. In the end, I was left heartbroken, probably permanently damaged but still – here I was, watching him laugh and joke with Lydia across the yard. I couldn’t help it, jealousy coursed through my veins – which spurred on my anger toward him even more. How could he move on so easily? How could he ignore any feeling I might have? I would never show it so clearly if I were in his position.

But then again, did he have any obligation toward me anymore? Yeah, we remained friends – because we had to. Scott was not letting a little dispute between lovers become a nick in the strong bond his pack had – but seeing him almost every day chipped piece by piece off my heart. “It’s only been a month, Scott. And – he,” I sigh loudly, squeezing my eyes closed, “looks so much happier.”

My voice trembles – and it doesn’t go unnoticed by the alpha. His hand slides along my shoulder, pulling me into his solid chest. My eyes prick with unwanted tears, but I keep torturing myself by focusing my gaze on the only two people that seemed in the room with me. “I would say coping in another way, Y/N.”

We had thrown two and a half years out the door over one single argument. Arguments over questions that shouldn’t have had to haunt our minds anyway, but still did. In the last months of our relationship, everything seemed to spark an argument between us. I guess we had just reached our breaking point. And now it left me hollow, my insanity balancing on a razor blade. “I guess. I – I just can’t believe he’d end it over something so stupid.”

Stiles laughs animatedly – and it drags another heart-wrecking sigh from my lips. A bottle of beer is brought to his lips, my eyes glued to his Adam’s apple as it bobs when he swallows. I feel another presence appear beside me, my gaze momentarily flicking over before I retrain it on the sight in front of me. “Y/N…” Derek gathers my attention, but I only hum. “Are you alright?”

My chuckle is humorless. “Mhm. I promised myself that – that I wouldn’t take it personal if he moved on with someone new.” I shrug my shoulders, seemingly wanting to play it off as nonchalance, but I know I lack the emotionless features at the moment. Scott moves along with me, guiding me to the lounge chairs at the end of the yard, further away from Stiles. These pack meetings – something Scott found mandatory to keep our spirits high – had become the largest drag I had to endure each week.

At school, I could avoid Stiles as much as possible. But, with our select group of friends, it had proven to be rather difficult. “Somehow, I just hoped it wouldn’t be Lydia Martin.”

Every one of these pack meetings ending in me leaving early – with a lame excuse that no one bought – to cry in my car, coating my cheeks in a sheen layer of melancholic emotions. I’d be quick to scramble the pieces back together before the next day of school rolled around, but I could feel myself crumbling with every breakdown I granted myself.

“Maybe, one day, it’ll feel number. Maybe you’ll feel it too.” I’m snapped out of my inner monologue of despair as I tentatively glare at Scott, fingers fumbling in my lap. “Feel what?” “Happier. Contented. Whatever you want to call it.” Scott sighs, and even though it’s small, a gasp still leaves my lips. I had continuously tried to suppress the thought of having lost Stiles forever.

Involuntarily, my eyes water and before I can try anything to keep the tears at bay, they’re slowly rolling down my cheeks as I cast my gaze toward the ground, away from my transfixed gaze on Stiles and Lydia.

“I – I know I don’t deserve him. But there is nobody that needs him as much as I do.” I fumble with my words, stuttering and hiccupping, voice barely a whisper, as I try to hide my prominent emotions from the rest of the pack. I was already aggravated with myself that I had let my tears fall in front of Stiles’ best friend – the worst thing for me right now was to draw an audience.

“I guess time will tell.” I finish off, squeezing my eyes closed as I allow myself to drag in a shaky breath. Scott tenses beside me. “You loved him, didn’t you?” A hoarse chuckle leaves my lips as I reopen my eyes, raising my eyebrows as Scott and I’s gaze meet. “Of course I do. Thought you out of all people felt that.” A snort leaves my lips and I wipe the remaining tears off my cheeks, patting underneath my eyes as I look anywhere but in Stiles’ direction. No use in torturing myself even further.

In a sudden moment, a beer appears in front of my face, dangling in the air for me to grasp. My fingers curl around the chilled, brown bottle and I gaze up momentarily, smiling briefly at a wary Derek. “I could sense you could use one.” “Ah, yes. Alcohol. The perfect way to numb any feeling.” I cheer Derek, raising my bottle in a salute before bringing it to my lips and chugging half of it in one go.

“Stiles isn’t himself lately, Y/N. Think it might be the Nogitsune?” Derek questions, Scott immediately growling at his friend’s accusation. The Nogitsune was no more. This was just a chipped Stiles, whom I had tried to glue back together – in vain. I roll my eyes, bringing the bottle to my lips again, gaze flicking to Stiles. “Oh no. It’s definitely him. I know. Which makes this even more painful.”

Derek’s hand lands on my knee, his thumb and pointer finger pinching the exposed skin in a sense of comfort. “I’m sure this is something that’ll blow over in a week or two. I’ve seen so many people fight like this and end up together in the end.” His statement feels flat, his hand patting my knee in another attempt at comfort – it only drags a loud scoff from my lips.

“How did it work out for you? Or you?” I address both males flanking my sides, and they both avert their gazes elsewhere. I, personally, had not once witnessed a happy ending. Only death and despair lately. “This is a radiate or drain thing. I’m steering towards the latter.”

A sudden movement in the corner of my eyes snaps my attention back to Stiles and Lydia. I see Lydia inch closer to Stiles and I’m sure if I stay five more minutes, I might witness a lip-lock I can’t handle. My whole frame turns rigid, and I bolt upright, eyes wide in shock as I turn toward Scott. “I – Scott, I need some time away from the pack. I – I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry.” I stumble my words in a rapid manner, and you don’t have to be a werewolf to notice the panic behind my voice or eyes.

Scott’s quick to realize what I mean and jumps to his feet. I notice Derek behind me raising slowly as well, arms outstretched – but tentative. He was contemplating if it were a good idea to touch me right now. I shake my head, panic overtaking me like a suffocating blanket – I need to get out of here.

“Y/N, you can’t. Please, you’re not thinking straight. We – “ By now, everyone in the pack has their attention trained on our conversation – including Stiles. He raises to his feet slowly, discarding his conversation with Lydia as feel him inch closer. The way his lip jerks I know he is curious as to what is going on, and I see this as my last chance of escape.

“We need you? That’s very flattering, Scott. But I’m sick of playing save-the-world when I feel that if I keep this up, there isn’t anything left of me to save anyone.” I growl sarcastically. My head is shaking as my eyes start watering again, my feet taking me backward, stumbling over everything I encounter in my stupor.

This pack, and everything supernatural that came along with it, was the first and main reason for any problems with Stiles and eventually our break up. I was sick of acting like nothing bothered me and that I was glad we were constantly out on quests to save others. I wasn’t.

“Y/N I promise you that – “ Scott tries to reason with me, but I can see in his eyes that he has realized the fate of this conversation. I laugh loudly, a bit maniacally if you ask me, as I take a few more steps away from my friends and to the open door.

“You can’t promise me anything Scott! Every single fucking promise made toward me – was broken.” As I turn mid-sentence, I’m face to face with a wide-eyed Stiles. I hadn’t paid attention to the lanky brunette and he had inched so close I could smell his cologne – it send another dagger through my heart.

I push past him, breaking into a run and beelining for the exit. I’m desperately fumbling with my keys, jamming them into the ignition as I punch my fist against the steering wheel. Tears are already flowing freely as I slam my foot onto the gas pedal, flying out of Scott’s driveway and onto the road.

My house is, per usual, empty. Everything I had brought with me is dropped onto the wooden floor as soon as the front door clicks closed behind me. My tears had dried during my ride home, but it had left me drained. Even though I had meant every word I had said, that I was desperate for time by myself without a constant visual reminder of what I can’t have, I also knew this meant I was alone.

I always thought Stiles and I had a connection – I had always felt different towards the boy. But with recent events, I had started to wonder if this Tether Deaton had spoken of was something that I wanted to be there, but wasn’t to begin with, rather than some established unseeable entity I grasped onto. Maybe I just felt this connection because I wanted to feel it, because I loved Stiles. Maybe it didn’t have anything to do with all this supernatural bogus – which had gone straight to my head.

I drag my body across the hall and into the kitchen, deciding on another drink – it would do me wonders. Glass in hand, I stumble into the bathroom, running a bath. Hopefully, I could calm some of my aching muscles and sleep sound for once in months. Before my tub was filled to the brim, I had gotten a refill of wine.

I’m stopped in my tracks when I hear the screeching of tires just outside my home, my ears perking up but my body immediately tensing. I stay seated on the closed toilet seat until I hear my front door slam. I’m tentative to peek my head out of my opened bathroom door, coming face to face with a furious Stiles Stilinski.

His gaze snaps around my place in search for me – and as soon as his wild eyes find me, he strides toward me angrily, finger already pointing in my direction. “What the hell is going on in that head of yours that you think you can just bail on everyone like that?!”

I step out of the door opening completely, waiting for him at the end of my hallway, my glass of wine still in hand. “A lot. If you wait a few minutes, not a lot.” While speaking, I motion to said glass and chuckle light-heartedly. Instead of enhancing my emotions, I always felt void when I was drunk. Heading towards that drunken state left me with less and less of my chest constricting and I couldn’t be more elated. Considering the look on Stiles’ face though, he wasn’t happy with the answer received.

“Why would you even consider getting out of this pack? We’re a fucking family.” He comes to a complete halt a few meters away from me, his body slumping, shoulders drooping as he intently stares at me. Did he really not realize? Did he have no idea that seeing him continuously broke my heart a bit more every day? I had hoped that he would’ve put two and two together himself by now, but apparently, I must help Stiles’ oblivious mind, once again.

I can’t help but respond in a vile manner though. “I hope that one day I’ll get a family where I don’t have to see my ex shagging around with my sister then.” The chuckle that leaves me is dark, my head shaking as I try to push the images that are sneaking their way into my subconscious away. Stiles’ features change, his stone-cold glare softening into a look of surprise. One step is taken toward me – no anger evident in his body language.

“Is that what this is about?” Stiles seems to have caught on and he takes one more step, his hand raising up, but it drops immediately. “And how dare you even imply I broke my promise to you.” His voice raises towards the end, but he suppresses himself, another step in my direction. I take one back, my back immediately hitting the wall and I curse inwardly for not locking my front door.

As soon as I register the accusation hidden in his words, I feel my cheeks heat up in anger. I throw my glass towards the wall, hands flying up as I yell at my ex-boyfriend. “Because you fucking did Stiles!”

“I didn’t break my promise!” Stiles roars in return, our noses almost touching as his fingers curl around my upper arms, keeping me in place. My glare is just as harsh as his, but on the inside, my knees are weak from his familiar scent in such close proximity after a month. I miss him.

“Then what are you doing right now?” I whisper, but doing nothing to hide the condescending tone that’s laced through my words. Stiles lets go of me, taking a step back and his eyes seem to glaze over before he speaks. “Y/n, I never stopped loving you. So, no, I didn’t break my promise.”

Our gazes meet one another, and I bite my bottom lip to refrain from smiling. Even though he claimed he still loved me, that didn’t mean that our problems were over, or that we were back together. Stiles had made it clear how he felt about me and the trouble I seem to bring along. He had made himself very clear when he had pointed toward the door and demanded I would take my shit elsewhere. Thinking about that particular evening constricting the airflow to my lungs, my mind hazy. I must protect what’s left.

“It doesn’t matter.” My tone is dismissive, eyes glancing to the broken glass on the floor and the red stain the wine made in the carpet. Being this close to Stiles was reviving, although I’d much rather have it under different circumstances. “And it shouldn’t matter to you why I need some time to myself. You have to understand. I – I just can’t be around you all the time.”

Silence envelopes us – something I had experienced too much in the last couple of weeks. It made me anxious and I was just about ready to beg Stiles to say something, anything. He’s still pressed up against me, caging me against the wall with his hands pressed beside my head. His gaze never leaves mine, and when his tongue darts out to lick along his lip, I can’t help but break our stare. “I can’t be away from you.” Stiles counteracts, and he presses my frame further against the wall.

I don’t dare look back up into his honey-speckled eyes, knowing just what I would find. “You were the one that ended things Stiles. It was never my decision.” I murmur, keeping my gaze locked on his collarbones. His scent is intoxicating, and I wish I could just wrap my arms around him like I would do when I felt like this. Stiles had always been my rock whenever anything happened. He held me when Allison had passed, for nights on end. When I couldn’t sleep because I feared Stiles might not be there in the morning, he tangled himself with me in such a way I had no choice but to lull to sleep. But this time, he was the one that caused it.

“I did it for both of our sakes.” He whispers, leaning even closer, trying desperately to catch my gaze with his. I feel anger flare up as I press my flattened hands against Stiles’ chest, forcefully pushing him away from me. “How is breaking my heart good for my sake? You’re full of it, Stiles. You’re constantly thinking about what could happen that you don’t see what’s right in front of you. Here I was, ready to give you everything and you just go and –“ Stiles shuts me up by forcefully pressing his lips against mine, an immediate groan slipping past my lips.

I know I shouldn’t reciprocate the kiss, because I can’t shake the feeling that this might be a slip-up from Stiles’ mind and that he’d regret it as soon as it was over – but that was the exact reason I couldn’t stop. What if this was our final moment together, my last kiss shared with whom I believed was the love of my life.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles against my lips, his arms snaking around my waist as mine curl around his neck, hauling him impossibly close. I need to cherish this moment as long as he’ll let me. His tongue licks along my bottom lip and our kiss deepens, his hands pressing me closer against him, our torsos brushing against each other. After being away from Stiles for over a month, this felt like coming home. My body melted against his, my lungs felt burning with oxygen as if I were deprived without him – I felt alive.

“I love you.” Stiles speaks as his lips trails from my lips to my jaw, down to my neck. The words had been uttered once or twice during our relationship, but never had they held such a strong meaning. It was Stiles’ way of apologizing – but I wasn’t sure if I were ready to forgive him. Instead, I lose myself in the moment. Stiles realizes what is happening and he stops his movements, barely pulling me out of the trance he has got me in. “Y/n?” “What?” I open my eyes slowly, letting a heavy sigh flow from my lips. “I – I love you…”

I feel tears prick for the third time this evening, my swallow audible as I gaze up into Stiles’ eyes. “I’m just waiting for you to come to the realization you’re making a mistake.” His eyes widen as he starts shaking his head rapidly. “You’ll never be a mistake.”

I purse my lips as I feel a tear roll down. I make no effort to wipe it away though. “You said we were.”

“And I didn’t mean that. You know I love you, right?” He questions. If he had asked me this a month ago, I had undoubtedly answer yes. He may have not said it often, but he showed it. “I thought I did. But, you have me in doubt.”

“Baby,” he breathes, cupping my jaw in his large hand, “I shouldn’t have done that. It was what I thought was best for us and because I love you and – “ My body tenses at his words. One person cannot decide in a relationship what’s best for them. Stiles always did things with the best intentions, but he didn’t take my feelings into account.

“Please stop talking. I don’t know what your ultimate goal here is, but if you’re intending on making me cry you’re on the right path. Otherwise, shut up.” I mumble, pressing my lips against his again, feverishly, and he reciprocates immediately.

His flannel flutters to the floor, instantly followed by his shirt. Mine knows the same fate before Stiles lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me toward my bedroom. My back collides with my plush duvet as Stiles hovers over me, his fingertips ghosting over my thighs.

“Come here.” I beckon him over with my finger, hands already trailing over his toned arms as he drops down on top of me, his lips pressing open mouthed kisses along my neck and jaw. I don’t waste any time by trying to rid Stiles of his jeans, the material bunching up at his knees before he’s forced to slide them down all the way.

Any remaining clothing is quickly slid off our bodies as our lips meet in a passionate, desperate kiss. I had missed him so much in the last weeks, but I would never forget how it felt. How much love seeped through every movement of Stiles. Everything he did was because he thought it’d be the best for me.

I’m quick to wrap my fingers around his erection and guide him to where I want him. After a month apart, I couldn’t wait. I didn’t want to tease him, or ruin things by saying what needed to be said. I wanted him.

A gasp leaves my lips as I squeeze my eyes closed, fingertips digging into Stiles’ shoulders while he stays completely still. When I reopen my eyes, I see his tightly shut as well, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he hums to himself.

“Stiles – are you okay?” I murmur, brushing my hand through his unruly locks. His eyes snap open and I smile briefly when I see his whiskey-coloured gaze intently trained on me, a bright grin overtaking his features. “Yeah.”

I roll my hips against his and he gets my message, a loud grunt slipping from his lips as his forehead touches mine. “How could I ever think I could’ve gone without you.”

My heart swells at his words but I don’t get time to dwell on it as Stiles’ hips snap roughly against mine, his immediate pace threatingly fast as he pushes me closer and closer to my point of no return. Not being with Stiles in a month has gotten me to the point of incredible sexual frustration and I’m not going to last long, but I have a feeling neither will he.

My lips press open mouthed kisses along his shoulders and neck while he thrusts rapidly into me, low grunts and moans slipping from Stiles’ lips. I always loved him being vocal as it drove me quicker to where I wanted to be as well. I can feel myself dangling on the edge and when Stiles presses his lips sloppily against mine, tongue immediately darting past my lips, I’m shaking around him and clutching onto him for dear life.

Only a few more thrusts before Stiles stills within me, his breathing heavy as he pants against my lips. I flatten my hands and press down onto his lower back, inviting him on dropping onto me. He complies, his arms giving out with a loud huff from me while he tries to catch his breath.

I continue tracing patterns along his back while I witness his heartbeat slow down to a normal steady rhythm before he rolls off me. A giggle leaves my lips when he almost falls off the bed and I’m just in time to grasp his arm and pull him into me. “Careful there. Don’t want to end up in the ER, again.”

“That happened once, Y/n.” Stiles laughs as he hides his face in my neck, peppering kisses along his way before our lips meet again. It’s silent for a while, a comforting silence. I’m just glad to be back in his arms again.

My phone vibrates loudly on the floor, both of our heads peeking over the edge of the bed to see Lydia’s name flash brightly on the cracked screen. As I am about to speak, Stiles beats me to it. “There might have been a mention of you thinking Lydia and I –“ Stiles trails off, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as I try my best to avoid his gaze.

“I’ll call her back later.” I sigh as I drop back down onto bed, eyes glued to the ceiling before I drape my arm over them, shielding my eyes from Stiles’ penetrating gaze. “Are you – are you still taking a break from the pack?” His fingertips tickle along my sides, up my arm before his fingers enclose around my wrist to try and pull my arm away from my face.

Another sigh leaves my lips as I scoot up on my bed to sit up straight, pulling my blanket over my still naked frame. “I – I don’t know. Has this changed anything?” “What?” Stiles seems baffled, and I understand. But he has to understand as well that I’m not in the right place to make assumptions.

“I – doesn’t this mean?” Stiles stutters over his words, my eyes wandering around my room, not meeting him. “I don’t know Stiles. What does this mean?” I hadn’t told anyone, but I was planning on leaving Beacon Hills. If this meant something, I might need to rethink my choices. But if I didn’t have Stiles – there was nothing left for me here. I think being away from the supernatural would only improve my safety.

“Do you really think I’d just get one last for the road?” His voice is high pitched as he forces me to look at him, his features showing pain and utter shock. I bite the tip of my tongue as I rake my brain for an answer. It hurts me to see him looking at me like this, knowing I’m the one who caused it in the first place.

“I don’t know what you think. I know what I feel, but I don’t know if that’s something to take into consideration.” I decide as I shrug my shoulders, leaning over the edge of the bed again to collect my underwear. I stop in my tracks as Stiles speaks.

“You really believed I could just let you go – just like that?” Stiles never had any problems with showing his vulnerability, although I think I might’ve pushed him to a new low. I swallow audibly, feeling the sting of upcoming tears prick at my eyes as I pluck at a string on the edge of my blankets.

“Well, if it never was your plan, you’re a damn good actor, Stiles.” A small hiccup leaves my lips as Stiles pulls me down with him, my head resting on his biceps as his other hand threads through my hair in a comforting manner. I can’t help but let my eyes slip closed at his soft gesture, his lips resting against my forehead.

“Was this a last hoorah?” He whispers, the vibrations against my skull sending chills rapidly down my spine. I pull back, smiling warmly up at him, before I press my lips softly to his. “I somehow hope not.”

“If you’ll have me back, otherwise… I’ll wait.” He makes me freeze in my actions and my hand stills on his shoulder as I push myself away from him. “What?” Before he speaks, his arms wind around my waist and he pulls me impeccably closer to his still naked chest, warmth seeping through me. I craved it, needed it, almost as much as I needed air.

“I’ll wait – forever, if I have to. If it takes you a life time to return to me, I’ll be here. Waiting. For you.” His eyes drift closed, his jaw tense as he remains his soothing gestures in my hair and along my back. I don’t have to say anything, because I know he will. And I won’t let anything stop me returning home either.

I worm my way around his grasp, throwing my body against his as I press my lips fiercely to his. He moans against my lips, and I abruptly break the kiss, fluttering my eyelashes against his cheeks. “If you’ll have me, I’d like to have many more hoorahs with you.”

Forever: @ssweet-empowerment @fuckwhateverfuck @youshiverwhenyouhearmyname @behind-my-hazeleyes27 @itsbilescallmebiles @7e6205

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tehnardier · 6 years

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The Guilty Ones — Steve Harrington

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Words: 1863

Request: “May I please request a ficlet with the headcanon of the morning after your first time together?” by @sgarrett49

Summary: Y/N has a one night stand with her best friend and has to face the consequences of the morning after.

Warnings: mentions of sex, cursing and nudity (nothing explicit though)

A/N: this was supposed to be just a small ficlet but look what happened,,, again lol. enjoy and tell me what you think!! also! the title is from a song from the musical spring awakening

Y/N woke up to something warm pressed against her back. At first, she didn’t think much of it, happy to just shuffle closer to the heat. But then, it moved and Y/N was very much aware that the heat was coming from a person. A naked person. She opened her eyes and found herself in no other than in the bedroom of her childhood friend, Steve Harrington. Which meant, by process of elimination, that the body cuddling her was Steve. Either that or she had somehow hijacked his room and brought some random guy to it. Y/N honestly didn’t know what scenario sounded worse.

Memories from the night before started coming back to her and that was when she realized she was completely and utterly fucked. Y/N and Steve had been friends for almost 15 years and she had just ruined it by getting hammered and having an one night stand with him. God, what was she thinking?

Her mouth felt insanely dry, her head was pounding and there was no way she could get out of that bed without waking him up. ‘It’s ok,’ she tried to reason with herself, ‘you don’t need to make a big deal out of this. Just get out of the bed, grab your clothes, dress them as fast as possible and run out of the room before he fully wakes up. If his parents see you, they’ll think it’s normal. You’ve slept over before, it’s nothing out of the ordinary. And if Steve remembers anything, you’ll deny it. Say he brought another girl home. He’ll probably think he had a sex dream with you, get embarrassed and drop the subject. No big deal.’

Y/N swiftly got out of Steve’s embrace and replaced herself with a pillow. She didn’t let herself get a look at him, knowing she would be a goner if she did. Yes, she had a little crush on her best friend, how could she not? Steve treated her like she was royalty, he was always so kind and so supportive, so it’s not her fault that somewhere around middle school she realized she liked him romantically. Of course, she never acted on those feelings or told anyone about them, she just locked them up on a box on her mind and learned to live with them. And it had been going so well until her drunk self had to go and quite literally fuck it all up.

Y/N got up as quietly as she could and started gathering her clothes. Her underwear were easy enough to find and she quickly put them on, but she couldn’t find her dress anywhere. She was frantically looking for it around the room when she heard a raspy voice call out from the bed. “It’s right there.”

“Shit,” she mouthed, turning around slowly to find Steve peeking out from underneath the covers and pointing to a little corner next to his bed that had her dress, her shoes and some of his clothes scattered around. Y/N awkwardly mumbled a ‘thanks’ and went to get the clothing, knowing his eyes were on her throughout all of it.

“I was gonna let you go without letting you know I was already awake,” Steve told her, sitting up and picking up his boxers that were lying on the floor next to the bed. Y/N turned around as he put them on and heard him chuckle. “You can turn around now, Y/N,” he told her after a few seconds and she reluctantly did as she was told. They stared at each other for a while, Y/N taking in all the red marks scattered across his neck and torso, knowing she probably had matching ones on her. Y/N couldn’t let herself think about that too hard, so she cleared her throat and hugged her dress close to her chest. “You were saying...?”

“I woke up before you,” Steve said, “and I knew you were going to freak out so I pretended to be asleep so you could leave.”

“And why are you telling me all this?” Y/N asked exasperated.

He shrugged, looking out of the window in his room. “It’s raining,” he pointed out as an explanation.

It took a lot for Y/N not to scream in defeat and anger when she followed Steve’s line of vision and saw the little droplets of rain falling from the sky. She was so caught up in getting out of there that she didn’t stop to realize that it was raining and that she’d have to walk home with no umbrella and with the party dress she was wearing from the night before. Talk about a walk of shame.

“What’s your point?” she asked stubbornly. Steve closed his eyes for a second and sighed.

“My point is,” he said slowly, “I think it would be best if you stayed.”

“Best to whom exactly, Steve?” Y/N cried out, her knuckles clenched as she held her dress and shoes tight in her hands. “To us? Because I don’t see how situation we’re in could get better in any way. We fucked it up bad, Steve. In fact, I think you should just let me go home and we’ll forget this ever happened. That’s what it would be best.”

The hurtful look on Steve’s face when she said that was almost enough for her to drop everything, jump into his arms and never, ever let go. But they weren’t in a movie, this was real life, there was no way an one night stand would lead Y/N to live this big, beautiful love story with her longtime crush and best friend. There was simply no way.

“Do you regret it?” Steve asked her quietly.

“You don’t get to ask me stuff like that,” she pointed an accusatory finger in his direction, “you know what we did was wrong. Friends are not supposed to do this, ok? We crossed a line, Steve.”

He stood up and started to take careful and slow steps to where Y/N stood. “We didn’t just cross it, we annihilated it completely,” he told her with a smirk.

“You think this is funny,” she said, although it sounded less like a statement and more like a question. Steve now stood just a couple of feet away from her.

“I think your reaction is hilarious,” he told her, his smirk growing into a full blown smile.

“Fuck you,” Y/N spat out at him.

“I think you already did that for me,” he teased.

Y/N wasted no time to throw her shoes and dress on the floor and launch herself at him and start to lightly hit his chest. “You. Are. A. Fucking. Douche. Bag. Steve,” she emphasized every word with a hit to his torso.

Steve managed to seize her arms and bring them down.

“Ok, I’m sorry,” he said in between laughs, “I just don’t get why you think this is so horrible.”

Y/N was acutely aware that Steve hadn’t let go of her arms and how his fingers were slowly descending to her hands. “You can’t be serious,” she said dumbfounded.

“Why? This has been a long time coming, hasn’t it?” Steve said fondly, his hands finally founding Y/N’s and lacing his fingers with hers. “I mean, I’m pretty sure even our parents kept a bet as to when we would get together.”

“Steve...” she warned, looking down at their hands.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N,” he declared, “and I don’t get why this has to ruin what we have.”

Y/N let go of Steve’s hand and took a step back. “You’re not in love with me. You’re saying that because we slept together and you feel bad.”

“No, I’m not,” Steve shook his head in denial, “This is not the way I would’ve chosen to tell you, believe me, but it happened. You’re trying to make this look like it is a mistake when it’s not.”

Y/N gulped loudly and looked at Steve straight in the eyes. “What makes you so sure I feel the same way?” she asked.

“I don’t think you’d still be here now if you didn’t,” he answered, looking back at her with such raw and pure honesty that Y/N couldn’t take it. She turned away from him, facing his bedroom door. Steve was right. Y/N had every chance to bolt the moment she got her clothes back, he wouldn’t have stopped her. She stayed because a small part of her still believed that they somehow could make this work.

“This could ruin our friendship,” she said quietly.

Y/N heard Steve move in the background. A few seconds later, he placed a tentative hand on her shoulder.

“I’m willing to take that risk if you are,” he whispered.

‘Fuck it’ is the last thought Y/N had before she turned around and crashed her lips into Steve’s. He kissed back just as fervently, bringing his hands to rest on her thigh and hold her up. Y/N entwined her legs around his waist and he brought them back to the bed, throwing both of them carefully onto it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, looking down at her and pushing her hair out of her face. Y/N smiled and leaned up to kiss him. Their lips were about to touch when Steve’s door opened suddenly, his mom standing in the doorway. Steve jumped out of her while she grabbed the blanket to cover herself as much as she could.

“Steve, are you— Oh, Y/N!” Mrs. Harrington exclaimed when she saw Y/N, who waved awkwardly and murmured a “hi”.

The three of them stood silent for a moment, both teenagers mortified while Steve’s mom looked at them with wide eyes, but not in a way that it looked that she was surprised to see them together, just in a way that looked that she was just as mortified to have walked on this as much as her son was.

“Mom, can you go?” Steve managed to say, breaking the silence. Mrs. Harrington held her breath and looked at her son.

“We’ll talk later about this,” she told him and turned to Y/N. “You’re welcomed to join us for lunch, Y/N. I can even invite your parents over.”

And with that she was gone, closing the door behind her and leaving Y/N and Steve laying side by side on the bed with matching horrified looks on their faces.

“I can’t believe this just happened,” Y/N said and turned her head to the boy beside her.

“I was right, at least,” Steve answered and looked back at her, “our parents were keeping a bet.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and chuckled. “Yeah, sure.”

“That’s why she’s inviting your parents over,” he clarified.

“You’re delusional, Harrington,” she told him fondly.

“Well, it’s either that or she already wants to start planning our wedding,” he said.

“Oh, shut up,” she mumbled, not even wanting to think about how awful would this lunch be if Mrs. Harrington in fact invited her parents.

“You shut me up,” Steve retorted. Y/N sat up suddenly and threw her legs around his wait, pinning him down on the bed.

“Ok, I will,” she breathed out before leaning in and kissing him hard.

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bright-molina · 7 years

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One Last Time (Part Three)

Summary: You and Ben were the most talked about couple in Auradon. You were a princess, daughter of Cinderella and he was the future king, son of Belle. You were inseparable. That is until a new quartet came into town. After that you were still the most talked about, only this time it was for a very different reason. Everyone’s favorite couple quickly became the most scandalous news anyone had heard in years.

// So one last time I need to be the one who takes you home //

// I’d take it all back just to have you //

Characters: Ben, Chad, Audrey, Mal, Evie, Carlos, Jay, fem!reader (daughter of Charming and Cinderella)

Warnings: a little bit of angst I guess?

Word Count: 2796

A/N: I’m excited for this guys! (also shameless self promo, check out my oc’s here)

Part One (x) Part Two (x)

@purelittleblueberry @stevebuchananparker267

“What did I do wrong?” You mumbled, your voice hoarse.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, sweetie” Audrey sighed. You had been crying for the past two hours and your head was starting to pound, making everything ten times worse. You hadn’t bothered to change out of your uniform and you were wrapped up in a blanket between Chad and Audrey. Neither one of them had left your side since the whole incident. And for that you were grateful. A knock on the door resonated through the room, interrupting the movie none of you had been paying attention to. You were trying to figure out where you went wrong, there must have been a reason Ben would just leave you like that. Audrey was trying to figure out the best way to get revenge, your now ex-boyfriend had humiliated you and in front of the entire school no less. Chad was figuring out the best way to kick ass and who’s to kick exactly, punching a girl wasn’t gentleman like at all and so he settled for hunting down the person who hurt his baby sister the most, Ben.

Audrey was the one who left your side to answer the door. She didn’t say anything when she saw who was on the other side of it.

“Um,” Evie didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t a situation where she found herself standing in front of Audrey voluntarily. But now there she was along with Jay and Carlos. “W-we just wanted to check on Y/N. See how she’s doing”

“She’s fine,” Audrey said, short and final. “Now if you excuse us” She was about to shut the door when Jay stopped it.

“We want to talk to her,” He ordered more than anything else. None of them felt good about what they had done, that much was clear. “Please”

It was the ‘please’ that made Audrey sigh and let them in. You quickly stood up from the bed when you saw who it was. You wiped away the last of your tears and hoped that your face wasn’t too tear stained. You sniffled and glared at the streaks of makeup that had come off from your face and onto your hands now.

“Hi,” You said quickly. “Sorry, I’m a mess”

“Don’t worry about it” Evie shook her head quickly stopping your rapid movements to look presentable.

“Can we get a minute alone?” Carlos said when he noticed Chad and Audrey watching them carefully. He waited until they had left the room to walk over to you. “I, uh, I’m not very good at these but you look like you could use one right now” He said softly before wrapping you in a hug. You had to shut your eyes tight to keep from crying again.

“Thank you,” You said, wincing when your voice cracked. “Did you need anything? I can do my best to help if-”

“No,” Jay cut you off mid sentence. “No, it's fine,” He reassured you. A look passed between him and Evie and Carlos, one of regret. Even now after what had just happened you treated them no different. “We just wanted to make sure you were...okay”

You crossed your arms and shook your head, chuckling humorlessly. “Honestly I’m not,” You admitted to them. “But I’ll get there” You added quickly when they looked away from you.

“Just out of curiosity,” For a couple seconds Carlos debated whether or not to ask his question. He decided to do it despite his better judgment. “How long were you and Ben dating?”

You couldn’t deny that the question hurt. You hoped desperately that it didn’t show. The softened look on their faces told you otherwise. “Well we’ve known each other since we were kids but we’ve been dating for just over a year and a half,” You paused for a second before shakily speaking again. “We had been anyway”

They watched as you shut your eyes tightly and sighed. “That’s a long time,” Evie said softly, wishing that she never agreed to the love spell in the first place. “You seemed so happy”

“I guess you never really know anyone as well as you think, right?” You tried smiling but found that you couldn’t.

“We’ll leave you alone. It’s getting late” Jay knew that they had to get out of there before you got any more upset and before any of them let anything spill.

“Yeah,” You nodded quickly walking with them to the door. “I’ll see you all tomorrow”

Chad and Audrey almost fell into the room when Carlos opened the door. They were about to walk away when you stopped them. “Wait,” When they turned you reached for your hand slowly pulling off Ben’s ring. You had forgotten you still had it. You were so used to seeing it on your finger that now that it was off it looked odd. “Can I ask you for a favor?” You said cautiously as you twirled the ring around in your hands.

“Anything” Evie nodded, turning back towards you.

“Can you give this to B-” You stopped short, hesitating to say his name. “To Ben” You finally mumbled and placed the ring in her hand. You looked up to see her nod slightly.

“I'll do that” She said before quickly walking away.

“Sweetie if you don't feel like going to classes then don't go. I'll cover for you” Audrey said. You were fixing your makeup in the mirror of your vanity, trying to look as flawless as possible.

“You know as well as I do what they'll all say if I don't go” You sighed. No doubt would everyone in school be talking but so would the reporters that hung around. It simply wasn't an option to skip school. The only thing you could do was put on a brave face and plaster on a smile while you attended your classes. And that was exactly your plan.

“Well in that case you’ll need different clothes” She sighed before smiling at you through the reflection in the mirror and then disappearing to rummage through your closet.

***

It was your last class of the day and you had been successful in avoiding most of the prying eyes and questions. There was the group of reporters that had practically ambushed you on your way in from that morning's practice but they were easily sent off when Chad threatened them. He and Audrey also made sure to give whoever looked at you the wrong way for too long their signature glares. The entire day you had been walking around with a smile as always, it was convincing enough that some people began wondering if anything had happened at all. It wasn’t until lunch that you lost your composure for just a few minutes. You had been staring too long at where Evie, Carlos, and Jay were sitting, two people very obviously absent.

“Sweetie,” Audrey’s voice brought your attention back to your own table. “You know all those songs we listen to?”

“Your so called ‘femme fatale’ playlist?” You said with a small smirk.

“Exactly!” Audrey laughed. “I mean this in the nicest way possible but you're giving off Get Back vibes,” You had to roll your eyes at her statement. “You should be giving off Sorry Not Sorry vibes. You’re a Charming for crying out loud. And you should never let anyone see that they got to you. Make them see that this princess bows to no one”

***

“I bow to no one,” You mumbled to yourself as you walked alongside Chad. The two of you were recruited to sing for Family Day that weekend. You had been repeating what Audrey had told you to yourself when you realized that this practice was going to be the first time you had to actually speak to Ben in two days.

“You sure you’re okay for this?” Chad looked at you concerned. “I mean you are talking to yourself. You can plead temporary insanity and get out of it”

You glared in his direction and punched his arm making him in turn glare at you. “Even if I wanted to go with your dumb excuse I can’t. I was roped into doing the choreography, remember?”

“Sucks to be you then,” Chad shrugged easily as the two of you walked into one of the practice rooms where everyone else already was. “I just have to look good”

“That’s gonna be hard then, won’t it?” You shot back easily before walking away, leaving him to think about what you had just said. You laughed when a few seconds later he shouted out ‘hey’.

“Guess we can get started now,” Ben said as he walked to the front of the room. You were standing in between Audrey and Lonnie, none of you really paying attention as Ben was talking.

“Can you believe him?” Audrey scoffed with a roll of her eyes. “He’s acting like everything’s fine”

“I think he thinks it is,” Lonnie agreed with Audrey. “It’s kind of disturbing. You’d think he’d be at least a little more considerate”

“I just want to get out of here as quickly as possible” You said to them. You weren’t exactly in the mood to plan out an entire routine with the one person you were trying to avoid.

“You know, I heard that he and-”

“Ladies,” Ben cut off your conversation without hesitation. “What do you think?” He walked over and stood right in front of you. His smile came easily when he looked at you but it faltered when you didn’t return it. Your face was still, refusing to give him any reaction at all.

“Sounds great,” Audrey said with a fake smile on her face. Ben looked away from you and at her before nodding a little.

“Alright then,” He said after a few seconds, glancing back and forth from you to everyone else. While everyone else was working on the song Ben was trying to piece together thoughts in his head. Everything was blurred together but occasionally he’d remember something. And almost every time that something had to do with you.

That night Ben sat in his room, headphones in with music blasting through them. He was staring at the words in the textbook in front of him, not actually processing any of the information. He was more focused on the words in the song that had come on.

Met this girl when I was three years old we were holding hands tight so I'm told

His pencil dropped from his hand as he listened intently. Those words meant something to him, but why?

Cause I knew back when if we get too close when the time is right maybe I'll propose baby climb on up, show me the ropes

And then he realized why he knew every word. Why the song meant something. It’s our song. He remembered the first time the two of you heard it, it was playing in the background the night of your first date.

Darling I want all the strings attached I love it when you look at me like that and you're the only girl that brings me back cause baby I want all the strings attached

He remembered the feeling that overcame him when he looked at you. There was only one way to describe it. But he couldn’t tell you, not yet.

It's like always and forever, I won't let a moment pass and when I'm with you I feel better I want all the strings attached

It came on again the night he told you he loved you. He had gone silent and when you looked at him it spilled out. I love you. After that he couldn’t stop telling you so.

And baby when you fall down, I fall too. And if you get lost, then I'll get lost with you. And when the waves crash down then baby I won't move cause I need all the strings attached

Those memories disappeared as soon as they showed up. Ben’s mind was left blank again once the song had ended. Slowly he stood up and threw his things aside, knowing exactly where it was he needed to go.

It was almost midnight when a knock sounded at your door. You and Audrey locked eyes, both of you equally confused.

“Should we open it?” She asked as set down another gossip magazine.

Another knock at the door gave you your answer. “We don’t have much of a choice, do we?” You said as you stood up. You walked to the door and slowly pulled it open. When you saw who it was your face fell.

“H-Hi,” Ben stuttered when he saw you. You didn’t say anything to him at all. You simply stared, it was the first time he had voluntarily come to see you. No classes, or practices, just you and him. Sort of.

“What do you want Ben” You finally managed to say. It was when you said his name that Audrey looked up. She was about to walk over when you held up your hand making her stay in place. She sighed before settling for watching from her bed.

“I, uh,” He looked confused as he searched for what to say. “I was listening to music,” He looked away from the floor and at you instead. “Our song came on and I needed to talk to you after hearing it”

“Please don’t,” You shook your head. “Don’t act like everything is going to be okay, Ben”

“But Y/N-”

“No!” You tried not to yell too loud. “No buts, okay?” You scoffed as you crossed your arms in front of you. “You’re the one who broke up with me. Not only that, I was humiliated. In front of our friends, in front of the entire school!” You kept on going, not letting him get a word in. “You’ve known me for years and you know that I don’t care what people say. But you haven’t heard what people are saying now”

It was silent for a few seconds before either of you said anything. “I’m sorry,” He tried to reach for you and frowned when you took a step backwards.

“Don’t tell me that you’re sorry” You refused to look at him when you felt the sting in your eyes and the feeling of tears, all previous reservations going out the window. You knew he could see you crying and yet you refused to back down. Ben’s face softened but he knew better than to reach for you again. Instead you took in a shaky breath before looking up at him again. “Did you ever love me?”

Your words took him by surprise. He was shocked that you’d even ask such a question. “Of course I did. I still-”

“Then leave” You cut him off before he could continue. You didn’t want to hear it. “If you ever loved me at all then you’ll leave right now and you won’t come back”

“Y/N,” He sounded broken. That was the only way to describe it. He didn’t know what he was expecting when he decided to come see you. But it for sure wasn’t that.

“Leave” You repeated, your voice cracking in the process. That time Ben didn’t argue. You closed the door and for a second refused to move. You wanted more than anything for him to put up a bigger fight. But your situation was different than his. You were heartbroken whereas he was still happy only with someone else. The smallest part of you resented him for that.

You didn’t have a chance to walk away before your door opened again. When you turned Ben was standing in the doorway looking more determined than ever. He didn’t say anything. Instead he took your face in his hands and kissed you. You hated that you melted against his touch so easily. Your lips moved in sync for a few seconds before you came to your senses. It took everything you had to push Ben away.

“I said leave,” You were breathing heavily, mind still spinning from the kiss. The look in your eyes betrayed what you were trying to say. You held the door open for him and waited for him to go, all while refusing to look at him again. Ben looked confused more than anything but eventually he did leave. He looked back just in time to see your door close behind him and the lock click.

It wasn’t until he looked up that he saw Evie watching, her arms filled with bundles of different materials and her expression shocked. Evie could see how confused he looked. She had seen and heard everything. Ben’s voice came out shaky when he spoke.

“What did I do?”

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