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atinyjules · 1 year

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LIMBO - YEOSANG PT. 2

Pt. 1 is over here

Like I said, it ended up becoming a little too long so here's pt. 2 please enjoy! (づ￣ ³￣)づ

I let out a sigh as I pressed my uniform for the last time. Our last classes ended last week and I had one day left before I graduate high school and as excited and sad as I was, the adrenaline of going off to college felt real. But at the back of my head, there still lingered Yeosang. And as much as I wanted to forget about him...the memories keep appearing and the worry of whether he was okay or not still haunting me.

It has been almost two week since I last spoke to Yeosang...properly and there was little to no news of him. Even though we aren't friends anymore, I was still worried for him. But I held myself together and continued pressing my clothes because, why should I worry about him? He was the one in the wrong so what he does or where he is currently shouldn't worry me.

I smiled after I cleanly pressed my uniform and put it up on the hanger and hung it in my room. I was leaving for Seoul in a couple of days after the ceremony so my room was basically empty at this point. I decided to move because, well...I want a break from this place so I'll spend my break in Seoul and then enroll at a college over there.

"I'm gonna miss this." I said implying to my bedroom.

Yeosang's

The graduation ceremony was tomorrow but I had no plans of attending so that was the least of my worries right now. I couldn't go to the graduation ceremony...not after everything that happened and not after the damage I caused. So I just spent my days staying at home and not moving an inch out of the bed, only getting up for water and the washroom.

At this point, I looked terrifying.

The last time I ate a full meal was maybe two weeks ago. And after that I could barely eat two spoons and discarding the rest. So I had dark eye bags, my hair was dirty and messy, I was really frail and could barely talk.

I felt horrible so after successfully getting myself up, I carefully walked to the shower and turned on the tap as I slumped against the wall. The water hitting my skin as I felt a wave of freshness hit me. I let out a content sigh, the water easing the throbbing headache I was having.

I felt my eyes getting heavy due to the feeling of the water hitting my body when the world suddenly went black, the sound of my phone ringing being the last sound I heard before my body hit the ground.

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Yeeun's

I smiled at my reflection on the mirror after I finished touching up my face. Putting on my tinted lip balm after which I stood up and spritz myself with a refreshing and sweet perfume.

Today was the day I graduate and start a new chapter in my life. But why was I feeling so uneasy? As if something was wrong? I don't know but I focussed on getting ready since mom told me that it was probably the butterflies in my stomach due to the excitement of graduation high school today.

After I was ready I headed to the school where I was engulfed into a warm hug by San.

"You look gorgeous! Omo...can you believe it?! We're graduating today! TODAY!" He exclaimed making me giggle.

"I know right!" I said excitedly when my eyes went to the empty chair by the window next to mine.

"D-Did Yeosang not come yet?" I asked San as he patted my shoulder and smiled.

"Wooyoung went to get him, so don't worry he'll be there." he said making me let go of a breath I didn't realise I was holding.

"Okay, that's great." I said with a small smile.

Even though we might have ended on a bad note, I wanted Yeosang to be present at the ceremony. I remember how we used to imagine our graduation day when we were kids and how excited he was for this day so if he couldn't be present I would be sad.

As we took our seats in the school auditorium I couldn't help but feel worried at the absence of Wooyoung and Yeosang.

What's taking them so long?

I sighed and looked at my phone, we had 10 more minutes till the ceremony began. And there was still no sign of any of them. After five minutes I finally had enough and pulled out my phone and dialled Wooyoungs number.

"Are you calling Wooyoung?" San asked as I nodded when the doors siddenly burst open to reveal Wooyoung who at the sight of me came running towards us with glassy eyes.

"What's wrong? Where's Yeosang?" San asked as I grew more worried at Wooyoung's expression.

"I think something's wrong with Yeoasang. I went to call him but no one answered and he won't pick up his phone. His landlord told me that he hasn't come out even once since I last visited and there's tones of untouched food out in the garbage bin." Just those words were enough to get me riled up as I quickly stood up and ran out.

"Yeeun!" Wooyoung and San called out but I ignored their calls and ran out of the auditorium, ignoring the calls of my teachers, family and friends.

Yeosang...you better be safe!

I quickly made my way to his apartment where I was greeted with a bin full of untouched takeout. I quickly banged on his door.

"YEOSANG?! KANG YEOSANG! OPEN THE DOOR!" I exclaimed loudly and felt my knees get weak when I received no response. I sat their quiet for a while when I took note of a dripping sound from inside his room making me freeze.

"Y-Yeosang...?" I put my ear to the door and felt my heart rate spark up when I indeed heart the sounds of water flowing.

I quickly stood up and started banging on the door.

"KANG YEOSANG!! OPEN THE DOOR! I'M SO SORRY FOR EVERYTHING! I'M SO SORRY FOR LEAVING YOU!" I cried and banged on the door when I suddenly remembered something.

"Key!...K-Key!" I exclaimed and fumbled with my fingers as I searched for the extra key he had given me. I let out a sigh of relief when I found the key and tried to quickly put the key on the keyhole and proceeded to open it.

As soon as I opened the door, water poured out of the house as I quickly made my way to the source of the water. And that's when I found him unconscious on the ground. Frail and weak.

"Yeosang! Yeosang, are you okay?!" I exclaimed shaking his body trying to sense any form of life in him. Freezing when he coughed out water. I then proceeded to hold him in my arms.

"Yeosang! Hey...don't worry I'm here!"

"Y-Yeeunie..." he whispered loud enough for me to hear him.

"Yes! Yeeunie! It's me and I'm here now! Okay?! You're okay now!" I exclaimed and quickly dialed 911.

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Yeosang's

I opened my eyes slowly, shielding my eyes from the bright rays of the sun. Taking in my surroundings, I slowly got up and coughed as I looked around the room to realise that I was in the hospital with a sickening number of pipes in my arms. I tried to recollect the recent events only to wince in pain due to the headache I was having.

"Ah, good to know that you're awake." I look up to see a senior nurse holding a stroller with some things I couldn't identify.

"How long was I out?" I asked as she counted the days.

"Around two weeks. When you were brought here you were extremely malnourished and dehydrated. And you had high fever." she said as I tried to remember but failed.

"Who brought me here?" I asked and took a sip of the water.

"A girl, she was crying so much that we had to calm her down. She was really worried for you. You should take care of yourself boy...she along with your friends and family were extremely worried." she said as she did her job and left.

"Was it Yeeun?" I asked myself and looked out the window. The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly. I was dwelling in my thoughts when the door opened.

"O-Oh...you're awake." I looked up to see the girl I had been desiring to see holding a bag wither her hair tied into a low ponytail.

"I brought you some soup." she said and placed her bag on the chair.

"Yeeun-" I tried to talk but was cut off by her.

"I need to leave in a while so have it quickly and rest." she said and placed the warm bowl of chicken soup infront of me.

"I'm-" she cut me off again.

"It'll get cold." she said as I sighed in defeat and tried to pick up the spoon but failed, causing the soup to splash on my pjs. I was going to pick up the spoon when she took it from my hand and took a spoonful of soup and blew on it softly and brought it to my lips. I drank the soup with a shaky breath.

After I finished all the contents of the bowl she quickly packed her bag making me panic.

"Yeeun-"

"I'll get going now." she said cutting my words.

"Yeeun we need to talk-" she cut me off yet again.

"I don't want to talk." she said making me panic as she continued walking to the door.

"Yeeun please! Hear me out!" I exclaimed as she stopped.

"I heard everything I needed to hear so let's leave it at that." she said as I felt my eyes glisten.

"You can ignore me and hate me all you want but please...hear me out just this once and I promise I'll stop pestering you and you can ignore me how much you want. But just let me explain myself...give me a chance please, just one chance." I said and started to lose hope due to her lack of response when she spoke up.

"5 minutes...you get 5 minutes to explain yourself Kang." she said as I heaved a sigh of relief.

"I'm so sorry for everything Yeeun. Everything I said and everything I did was out of pure confusion. I thought that I was unsure of what to do after I join college, but I realised that it was the feelings of not knowing what to do if you wouldn't be by my side in college and my life...

I wasn't sure if my feelings for you was love or gratitude but once I realised it was love I couldn't help but feel angry at myself for not noticing it early enough. And now that we're stuck in this situation...I blame muself for everything and hope that you'll forgive me one day-" I was cut off by Yeeun's voice.

"You're 5 minutes are up." she said and rushed out leaving me alone with the lingering scent of her Peony perfume.

"It was worth the try..." I mumbled to myself as I closed my eyes to avoid my tears from falling.

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Yeeun's

It has been exactly one month since Yeosang's confession and life has become harder and harder to get through everyday. The desire to run into the warm and encapsulating embrace of Yeosang was stronger than ever . But after leaving him there, how could I go to him and act as if nothing happened between us?

I looked out the window of my university library. After everything that happened I decided to remain here and discarded the idea of going to Seoul. So after getting my own apartment close to the University I began to hang around the library 24/7.

"Hey, Yeeun." I turned to see Wooyoung who had a solemn smile.

"Hey...funny seeing you here in the library on a sunday." I said as he chuckled and put his hands on my shoulder.

"Go to him...I'm sure he misses you and I know you do too. So go and clear it out...tell him how you feel and give him a big ass hug." he said making me chuckle as my smile faltered.

"I can't...not after how coldly I treated him." I said making him smile.

"You did that cause you were cold...so why don't you let him warm your heart up like he always does? If he loves you, he'll allow you to come inside of his heart and if he doesn't...he's probably a wuss." Wooyoung said making me chuckle as I hugged him.

"Should I?" I asked as he scoffed.

"Of course! Now go get your man!" he exclaimed pushing me towards the door as I ran out to find him and not even a little while after I ran out it started to pour....heavily.

"Shit...where am I supposed to find him?" I asked myself as I walked in the rain, clothes drenched. I was going to take out my phone when I found my umbrella. Even though I was already wet I shielded myself from the rain in order to not get more drenched than I already was.

As I walked in the empty streets an image suddenly appeared in my head.

Han river?

"Where do you always run off to?" a younger Yeeun asked a younger Yeosang.

"Han river...whenever I feel low I just go there and look at the scenery or fly my drone."

"Sooo, you'll always be here when I can't find you?" she asked as he smiled at her.

"You bet."

"Han river!" I exclaimed and ran down towards Han river.

And as if by coincidence, there he was sitting in the middle of the rain holding something.

Yeosang's

I sighed and looked at the single withered peony in my hand.

Peonies...she loved and adored them. Told everyone she would rather reincarnate as a pink peony than as a human.

I would do anything just to hear her voice again.

"There you are..." I froze when I heard the familiar voice. I hesitantly turned back to see Yeeun drenched in rain holding a single umbrella between us.

"You just got discharged from the hospital...do you want to spend the month at the hospital again?" she asked me as I managed to give her a smile.

"As long as it means that you'll come and take care of me all over again..." I said as my voice cracked.

"You probably don't want to see me....so I'll-" I cut her off by pulling her in for a short but sweet kiss. After I broke the kiss she looked at me with glass eyes as her tears fell and she pulled me in for a tight and warm hug.

"Please don't leave me." she cried as I held her tightly.

"Never...I promise I'll never leave you again, Yeeun."

Although the clouds were dark and the rain was pouring it was the complete opposite of how we felt for each other. Love held back from months all let out under the pouring spring rain. I wouldn't have want it any other way.

UwU...and that's the end!

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cheekygreenty · 3 years

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Little Witch - Part 5

The Darkling x Reader

2 days had passed and you mainly spent them sulking and training in your room. You had been in a weird mood ever since your talk with Aleksander. You barely left your chambers, only to check on your keftas and grab food to eat. The atmosphere of the palace indicted that the Darkling had left the palace for a couple days, your suspicions confirmed by the fabrikator working on your kefta who seemed to love a good gossip. You had thought that maybe Aleksander was ignoring you, but the news made you relieved.

At this particular moment, you decided that wasting away in your room was pointless. You made your way to the gardens to take a refreshing walk. The grounds of the palace had changed unlike the inside of it. There was more greenery, even in the dead of winter. Your cape trailed behind you soaking in the melted snow on the path. Although you've been alone for the better part of 2 days, you barely had time to think about anything other than the usual. Your thoughts are constantly whirling with ideas on how to control your powers, how to make yourself more powerful.

Your life has always been a struggle of power due to never having anybody try to teach you those things, you doubted anybody could. There was barely any of your kind, and those that were like you would probably never know it. You had a long life ahead of you, you knew you weren't a mortal, not the true definition of it anyway. The more small science you could practice, the more life you had in you. You may have looked like a normal 23-year-old, but you had a hefty 176 years of life behind you. You seen many army’s crumble and Kings die.

You looked ahead of you and saw Baghra's hut. You never liked her and she was never fond of you. Thankfully, Aleksander never cared for her opinion. You debated going in and surprising her. What would she do? Beat me with the stick for coming back. You understood why she told you to stay away. She was protecting her son. She is still Aleksander's mother after all.

The door flung open and a black-haired girl rushed out, gripping her arm and on the verge of tears. This wasn't a rare occurrence. Baghra was ruthless. She slammed the door and huffed. You had never seen the kefta color combination. Summoner blue and gold? Saints. It's her. The Sun Summoner.

'Are you alright?' You found yourself asking.

She looked at you and sighed

'I will be if I never have to go back there'

You chuckled.

'She's always been a wretched bitch'

She looks back at the hut as if fearing Baghra would hear.

'It's fine, she wouldn't care anyway, I'm Y/N'

'Alina, but I feel like you already knew that'

'Saints, You know me so well already' you jested.

'Are you a Grisha? You're not wearing a kefta'

'I am, but I like my keftas to be very specific, takes a while to make them' You had started walking and the girl followed much to your surprise, probably curious about you. You slowly walked through the gardens.

'What do you do?'

'All sorts of things' You teased but changed the subject 'How are you settling in?'

'Well apart from the fact that I can't bring a sliver of light to me or that I'm forced to eat herring, I'm peachy'

You couldn't help but laugh. You liked her.

'If it's any consolation, I hate the herring too. I much rather pastries for breakfast, no?' She smiled in agreement.

'The trick to summoning is to not let anything get in its way. No emotions, no memories, It needs a clear, controlled path. Think of it like a carriage. You need a road with no obstructions but you also need reigns on the horse to pull it back, stop when you want it to stop'

You tried to explain it simply. You struggled with this when you lost all your abilities too. It was both tiring and painful to get it all back under control.

'I know, but it's not as easy as it sounds.' She looked down at her palm.

'I completely understand Alina. I truly do.'

You sympathized with her. At first, when you heard the rumor of Sankta Alina, all that came to mind was that you could take some of her gift; you were greedy. But now, you felt bad for her. She had so much to live up to yet she could barely produce a ray of light. Moreover, you had a feeling Aleksander had already weaved a plan to use her against her own will and morals. It's what he did, and he was damn good at it too.

'I think I have to go now, combat training awaits.' She mumbled as two summoners approached us. 'I'll see you!'

'Bye Alina'

You watched as she left. You noticed she was missing that spring in her step that the rest of the Grisha here have. You cared for the girl already. You couldn't help it. At one point you too were in charge of the Grisha in the Palace and always made sure they were happy and taken care of. Alina was lacking something, you were sure of it.

*****

Later that day, upon your arrival to your room from the library, you noticed boxes, many boxes. This could only mean one thing: your keftas finally arrived. You let a shriek of excitement out as you unwrapped each individual one and laid it out. Saints! you were in love.

They were all yours and only yours. You made sure of it. You looked at the black keftas and stopped. You had certainly gotten ahead of yourself while requesting those. You were miles away from the power of the shadows and your key to them was somewhere in Kribirsk tending to his Second-Army. You cursed yourself. They were the prettiest ones too. You sighed and tucked them away in the wardrobe for another time. Pity. They'll have to wait.

You tried some on and decided right then and there. It's time. It's time to stop hiding away in your room and moping. You had a life to live and powers to show off. Your old title was waiting to be filled, Second in Command of the Second Army, Deputy General Y/L/N.

Opening the doors wide, you waltzed your way to the halls where rumors and whispers spread, already knowing your chair had been put in its place and was silently pleading to be sat in once again.

Click here to see some of the keftas that I couldn't include in the text'

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Part 6

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issaxcharlie · 3 years

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Spectacular!

Pairing: Alive! Luke Patterson x Fem Reader

Summary: Inspired by Nickelodeon’s Spectacular! Luke Patterson needs the money for his bands demo, and miraculously, that same night he gets an offer to fix his problem. The catch? Rockstar boy has to join his school’s show choir and put up with their fearless Female Lead Singer. (don’t come here searching for accuracy remember it’s inspired by a movie)

Note: I had a lot of fun with this one, hope you like it! Oh and it’s a little long so keep it in mind +8k👀💜

Say this is not her scene would be to fall short, but she has to make sacrifices to find greatness. The first thing she notices when she walks into the little club, is that it's packed. The people look excited and somewhat desperate and she doesn't blame them. The pamphlet marked they were supposed to start at 8:00 p.m. and it's already 8:40. She makes her way carefully until she finds a perfect place in the middle of the room.

The musicians take the stage visibly anxious, especially Alex who cannot stop moving his hands trying to probably calm himself down. Reggie and the rhythm guitarist take their positions. They look at each other one last time before beginning to play the enveloping sound of the pop-rock song. The bass line sounds insane and she hasn't heard Alex play drums in years, he’s exceptional. They could both play without their singer all night and she wouldn't mind.

The space in the center of the stage that belongs to who she came to see today, completely empty. The bassist seems about to take the first verse when Sunset Curve lead guitarist and vocalist Luke Patterson appears on stage.

She has seen him multiple times in the hallways laughing with her childhood best friend, Alex Mercer and her lab partner, Reggie Peters, but she has never spoken directly to him. Still, it's hard not to notice how handsome he is and how much of a charismatic personality he has.

“I'm living my life just the way I like, they say I get a little too loud. Try to push me in a box, over analyze. But I'm never gunna turn it down”

His voice is enchanting and mesmerizing, a sound that immediately reminds her of the best rockers in history and his movements and energy are electrifying. In seconds the entire audience is jumping and dancing to the beat.

“They say never and I say right now!” Y/N analyzes him excitedly. The passion with which he sings and plays his guitar reminds her of when she is on stage, although the two of them dedicate themselves to totally different things, their love for music is the same. She definitely has a lot of work to do to polish him and make him the perfect performer she needs, but if there's anyone who can accomplish the impossible, it's her.

“No one's gonna stop me tonight! Thank you, we are Sunset Curve, tell your friends!” The presentation ends and Sunset Curve leaves the stage. The girl moves quickly to catch up with them at the back of the club, but when she finally arrives, screams can be heard from two of the members of the band.

“I know you don’t like me, Bobby. But trying to sabotage the show by giving me the wrong time is just the most stupidest thing you've ever done!” The guitarist looks furious, his muscles are really tense and Y/N can't help staring at his biceps way more than she probably should.

"This fight of egos between the two of you has to stop, we can no longer continue to be in the middle." The bassist cries out, tired of all the bickering.

“You no longer have to, Reggie. It’s time to decide. The lousy rocker or me. Remember that the money for the demo is mine before choosing... I'm not sure Patterson's lyrics can compete without the money to record them.”

The guitarist looks down at the ground, a mixture of anger and sadness on his face. Alex and Reggie turn to see each other for a second and then position themselves on either side of Luke, no sign of doubt on their faces.

“We’ll find a way without you. Let’s see If you find one without us.” Reggie declared with a little smirk. Bobby grabs his stuff and gets into his truck without looking back, completely furious.

"Some things Bobby was angry about are true and you have to improve them. You are not a solo artist, you are part of a band." Alex points to Luke as soon as the truck is out of sight, but before he can respond the blonde intercepts the girl at the door.

“Y/N?” The three of them turn to see her, Reggie smiles at her while Luke looks pissed off.

“Hey guys, I came to talk to Luke.” Luke frowns in surprise while the other two gape for a few seconds.

"Really?” Y/N turns with a murderous face towards her friend, who puts his hands in his pockets and begins to walk. “...Okay. Meanwhile Reg and I are going to figure out how to get the drums in Luke's car."

"If you come for an autograph please be quick, I don't feel like socializing." The guitarist declares to the wind, not wanting to pay attention to the stranger who approaches him in the middle of the alley, no matter how cute she looks.

“I’m not a fan.” She confesses in a firm voice, trying to measure the situation.

"Oh, then I'll go. See you later beautiful." He's about to leave when her voice stops him.

“Patterson, come back here!” There's something about her tone that makes Luke suddenly interested. He turns to see her carefully, her chin is up, her shoulders back. Her lips are press together and her eyes look determined and he can't help but admit that the confidence she projects is really doing something to him.

“2 minutes, firecracker.”

“I’m Y/N Y/L.” Faced with no comment from the guitarist, she decides to continue. “I need a male lead singer for my group and I think you might be the perfect fit, after I'm done with you, of course."

He’s unable to believe what he hears. “A band? I think you know pretty well I'm already in one.”

“It’s not a band, it’s a group. THE group If I can say so myself. Spectacular!” She affirms with the first smile he sees her that night, and he can't believe it is possible that she can look even more beautiful.

"Don't you think you're exaggerating a bit with the spectacular thing? At least tell me the name or what kind of band is." She rolls her eyes and he chuckles in response, thinking it was adorable and hot at the same time.

“I already told you, Spectacular! It’s a show choir.”

“Is this a joke? Did Bobby sent you?”

“No and no. I know it’s not really your style, but I’m telling you I can make it work. I heard a bit of the conversation you had with the band, the prize of Nationals is 10,000 dollars. I'm willing to give you half for the demo, if we win, obviously. And I can assure you we will if you accept and do absolutely everything I say.”

“Firecracker, are you trying to tell me that all I have to do to raise the money is put on some stupid cowboy or tiger-print outfit and humiliate myself in front of an entire audience with my best jazz hands? Wow, sounds like a dream!” Maybe he got a bit too sarcastic, but meh, as pretty as she is, she's still a stranger.

“My name is Y/N, and I'm not appreciating your tone of voice.” By this moment the girl seems tired of the musician, who feels the frustration in her and tries to be more gentle.

“I- I’m sorry. Thanks for the offer, but I don't feel as desperate yet as to end my reputation in that way. I hope you find what you are looking for, but that’s just not me. I'm just a guitarist.” She nods, entwining her arms against her chest. He admires her for a few more seconds and turns to his car, where his friends are already waiting for him to help with the drums.

Before getting behind the wheel he turns to her one last time, but she is nowhere to be seen.

Fights between Luke and Bobby weren't new to the band. The big-headed attitude of both collided practically all the time and things had been getting worse in recent months with the more overconfident attitude of the guitarist, but they never imagined that they would end up in this situation.

The days go by and the boys are running out of time. They have to deliver the demo to the Orpheum offices in two months so that they can be taken into account for the great concert they will hold at the end of the year presenting the best new talents in the city. All they've heard from Bobby is that he's trying to build his own band but without much success. Still, he doesn’t fold his hands and continues to try on his own.

The three remaining members of Sunset Curve are in Alex's room lying on the floor with their instruments around trying to think of solutions, when Y/N's voice coming from outside refreshes the blonde's memory. “What did Y/N want to talk to you the other day?”

“Who?” Luke narrows his eyes in confusion.

“Y/N? The captain of the school’s show choir? She went to talk to you after Bobby left the band. Small, fire in her eyes, a lot of attitude.”

“OH, Firecracker! So that group is our school's choir? that's even worse. She tried to recruit me, even offered me the money for the demo if we win the competition in which they will participate.”

“What? She wants you in Spectacular? What did you said?” Alex heard that his friend's ex-boyfriend broke up with her and joined last year's national champions, but he never imagined that she would try to replace him with someone like Luke. Luke is distracted by a melody and doesn’t answer his friend's question.

"Why does your mom always leave her music on when she leaves to work?" The music is definitely not his style, they are always usually pop songs or even songs from musicals, but the singer's voice is one of the most beautiful he has ever heard so it never bothers him.

“It’s not her music, is Y/N.” Alex responds, wondering what the young woman is up to since she is never usually home at this hour.

“Who?” Alex's eyes widen, not able to believe his friend.

“Really? I already told you!” The guitarist tilts his head and shrugs. “Firecracker?”

“What does firecracker have to do with this?” Alex opens his balcony curtains and the silhouette of a young woman singing and dancing through her transparent pink ones comes to their visions.

“She’s so good bro, I thought it was a record too.” Reggie looks at her with a big smile as Alex rolls his eyes at Luke.

As soon as he sees her, the musician is in a trance, admiring the grace and energy with which she moves, wanting with all his might to remove the pink curtain that does not allow him to see her properly.

The song ends and a well-known melody begins to play with prominent bass and drums. “Guys, shut up! I’m trying to hear her sing.”

“It’s not us, man.” Reggie answers almost screaming with how loud the girl’s music is.

“What do you-” Luke turns around and sees his friends with their hands raised, the cables finally connecting in his brain. "She is listening our song?"

"Not just listening, she's also destroying your career, her vocals are amazing." The black-haired boy adds, smirking and running to connect his bass.

Luke excitedly opens the balcony window and sings the pre-chorus as loud as he can to get the singer's attention. “Call me in the morning to apologize, every little lie gives me butterflies.” She immediately turns around and smiles at the guitarist's cocky smile. She opens the curtain and the window and her sunset curve t-shirt is the first thing the band notices.

“Something in the way you're looking through my eyes, don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive.” Luke sings seductively towards her, each word fully dedicated to the woman in front of him.

Reggie accompanies them with his bass while Alex looks at his friends incredulously, an "Are you fucking kidding me." Comes out of the blonde almost like a whisper when he identifies the shirt that the girl wears as his.

Both sing the chorus together and the chemistry is unquestionable. Alex had never thought of this two together because at first glance they seem completely different, but thinking about it a little more deeply they couldn't be more similar. They are both passionate, headstrong, live for the stage, and are ridiculously talented and confident.

“Fight so dirty, but you love so sweet. Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth. Late night devil, put your hands on me. And never, never, never ever let go.”

The performance between the duo is playful, driving, sexy and intense and Alex and Reggie can't help but feel like they're interrupting a private moment. As soon as the song ends, the girl moves closer to the window, blows them a kiss and closes it.

"Where did that woman come from?" Luke whispers as he tries to catch his breath. Nobody had enchanted him so much just by singing, well, nobody had enchanted him, period. But she’s definitely something.

“She has been my neighbor since we were 6 years old, we used to be best friends but we both drifted apart when we entered high school. She’s amazing, the best performer in the city.” Alex informs him and then Reggie adds his own piece of valuable information. “She’s my lab partner. Fun, smart, beautiful, the whole deal. A true gem.”

“Answering your question, I said no to her offer. But I guess the group of someone this rad can't be that bad. And we really need the money." The drummer purses his lips and nods. His friend definitely took the hook.

"Honestly, I always wanted to audition, I guess the three of us could try in, to support you obviously."

“Of course man, she sounded desperate when she asked, and if the shirt and song is any indication she is definitely a huge Sunset Curve fan. She tried to fool me by saying she wasn't a groupie, as if that was possible after seeing us perform.”

His friends leave the house and Alex plays on the drums the secret signal he had with the girl when they were younger, a minute later the girl appears in her window with an amusing smile, dressed in her classic blue pajamas.

“Really?” The drummer chuckled and his friend’s smile grows even bigger, a little laugh leaving her lips. “The shirt was a nice touch. A little much, but that idiot must have fallen for it completely. I want it back by the way.”

“You can see right through me. You know the invitation is open, right? I would love nothing more than to have you there.” He has known her his whole life, and realized early on that she was just trying to get his friend's attention to reconsider her offer by raising his ego, and he honestly doesn't mind. It's about time Luke met someone of his caliber. Perhaps her influence could do him good.

“I- thank you. I guess we’ll see. See you tomorrow.” She blows him a kiss and closes the window. Tomorrow sure is going to be an interesting day, Sunset Curve joins Spectacular.

Having to face Spectacular! And telling them they still don't have a male lead singer who can compete against Damian was not easy. Her options are running out and she honestly doesn't know what to do to save them.

Damian on stage is the best, it pains her to admit that she has never seen anyone like him. At first she thought she could continue without him, but it’s becoming increasingly obvious that he is just impossible to replace.

Everyone continues to practice the routine, clearly discouraged after her bad news and it honestly breaks her heart. She knows how much the group means to everyone for different and personal reasons and she can't let them lose this. So whatever she has to do, she’ll do it so they can have the leader they deserve.

“I thought the children in the choir would have more energy, this is just sad, firecracker.” She hides her wide smile before turning to the owner of the voice, who is entering the auditorium with his best friends. Money really talks, otherwise she can't explain what would make him appear here.

“Dude, can you please play nice? This is important!” Reggie looks flustered and scolds Luke probably louder than he planned. The guitarist just ignores him and winks shamelessly at her. Seems her little plan from yesterday was successful, now she just has to play the situation in her favor.

“Mercer, Peters... Patterson. Can we help you with something?” The performer shows a perfect poker face, Spectacular continues to practice but they can't help but turn their attention to the rock band.

“I came to accept your proposal, but only If we can include Reggie and Alex in the deal. I guess as long as I’m in whatever I ask shouldn't be a problem." He crosses his arms and gives her a confident smile.

“I could actually do with a few more members, specially as talented as Reg and Alex. As for you, you've already turned down my offer Lucas, but if for some reason you don't graduate this year, make sure you audition the next one. Now, let’s start boys." Y/N moves within inches of Luke to gently close his open mouth with her index finger, and gives him a small wink before turning and taking the other two musicians each on each arm and pulling them closer to where the group is still practicing.

“Y/N, you can’t be serious.” The skilled singer continues to ignore him as she explains to her new members something Luke can't quite hear.

The musician frustrates and walks until he is directly in front of her. “Y/N” He groans.

“I'm not firecracker anymore? That is just sad.” Luke looks upset, but she's determined to not let him have what he wants after what he said at the club, so if he wants the money that bad he's going to have to prove it.

“I’m going to explain you something quickly so you can go and stop wasting my time. I’ve seen your band play, I know how good these two are at singing, which means I don't need you anymore, nor do I have to put up with your rockstar wannabee attitude. I need someone that I can connect with and have the chemistry that leaves everyone forgetting how to breathe, and after yesterday, I just don't think that's you.” Right now she is grateful to be such a good actress because yesterday's act melted her legs, even though they were separated by the balconies. This man is unreal, totally unfair.

"I do, I wouldn't be surprised if they kissed at any moment." The bassist whispers as Alex looks at him with an incredulous face, he just slowly shakes his head from side to side and continues to see the leader of their band and their new leader in a starting contest, is kind of an amusing sight since Luke is definitely not used to having to face someone like him.

“It’s like you said, you are just a guitarist. Thinking you could handle something like this was ridiculous of me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a group to direct."

Y/N hopes she hasn't pushed the rockstar too much, but remains firm in her tactics and turns to the others to continue with the rehearsal. She signals them to put the most similar song to the Sunset Curve sound that she can remember at the moment to make Alex and Reggie feel more calm and to see if she finishes catching Luke’s interest, who still doesn’t move from where he is with his eyes fixed on her, which she takes as as a good sign.

The moment the song start, both sunset curve members smile, and Luke's voice is heard from behind. “So you're the girl, I heard the rumor.” He sounds powerful and captivating and immediately sets everyone's eyes on him. She doesn’t give him the luxury of turning to see him, but he is not going to give up and in a quick and agile movement he turns her by the hand.

“Why don't you break my heart, make it hurt so bad. Come on give it your best, nothing less, I insist, I want it just like that.” The girl should have thought more about her choice before asking for a song like this. Every word that comes out of the musician's mouth is addressed directly to her with an intensity in his eyes and movements that should be illegal.

She tries to get out of his way but he makes it pretty clear that he's not singing to prove himself to the group, he's doing it to prove something to her. Specifically, to prove her wrong.

“Stare me down, intimidate me. Oh baby please you'll never break me.” He comes dangerously close to her, basically inches apart, his eyes fixed on her lips and smiling flirtatiously as he sings, his eyes glinting mischievously.

She enters the song so as not to make him feel like she’s defeated and starts dancing with him to the rhythm, their movements matching effortlessly as they move across the stage.

She pulls herself back as far as she can, but Luke surprises everyone by doing a body roll on the floor, his arms looking more gorgeous than ever in that sleeveless shirt as they take the full weight of his body without any problem, his eyes never losing contact with hers. All the girls start to do small screams while Y/N's cheeks turn red at her thoughts. He slides on his knees towards her and gets up as he puts his foot on her to make her lose balance and catch her right at the end of the song.

“Why don’t you break my heart.” They've been in a trance since the song started and it's like it's just the two of them in the auditorium. Their lips are almost touching, neither willing to give up eye contact or move from their current position, until the applause and shouts of excitement bring them back to reality.

“I have chemistry with everybody that I sing with, firecracker.” He whispers to her lips before shifting the girl's full weight to his right arm to raise his left one to her face and carefully close her mouth with his finger, winking with a cocky smile before lifting her up.

Immediately everyone begins to advocate for him with all kinds of arguments that ranged from how sensual he was to how much of a presence he had on stage. Her best friend’s comment is the one that catches his attention the most. "You have even more chemistry with him than Damian, I didn't think it was possible." That definitely sounds interesting.

Y/N pretends to listen to her teammates before saying Luke can enter the group. The truth is that she knew from the first moment she saw him perform with Sunset Curve that he was a star, but this facet without the guitar and irradiating passion from his pores was something that left her speechless.

Still, she knew all the work that would go into preparing the band and it really was exhausting. For them to understand that they couldn't just sing like they do at the club, that there are rules to follow, dance steps they have to learn, facial expressions they have to master, notes they have to hit perfectly, wasn’t easy but they succeeded.

Along the way, she regained her bond with Alexander, her friendship with Reggie grew stronger, and each day she felt closer to Luke. She has been practicing a duet with him for weeks now, and the chemistry that they have set to burn the stage more than once. It was hard for her to ignore how the guitarist's hands feel on her thighs as he lifts her or the way he wraps himself around her, breathing softly down her neck or brushing his lips teasingly over her cheekbone. Both are very physical to show affection so small contacts such as hugs or caresses, as well as small kisses on the cheek or hand were very recurrent. They had also gone out multiple times alone and with their friends, from the cinema, the park, to see them play, to small parties at home, to midnight talks.

Reggie was the one who had her alone the most because they were lab partners, but no matter how hard the bassist tried to get information from the girl, he never succeeded. The truth is that not even she knows what is happening with the guitarist, she is for the first time in her life letting herself be carried away and enjoying the moment, and she’s loving it.

Luke and Alex are in detention after the brown haired boy made a mess in the classroom by putting together a little concert with the help of the blonde, and as they die of boredom, his mind can’t help to go to her for the 14th time of the day. "How did she end up in the show choir?"

Alex is blank for a few seconds but analyzes the question and realizes who they are talking about. “Spectacular used to be the most important show choir in the country, led by her mother, may she rest in peace. Y/N always wanted to be a part of it and when she lost her, it became a goal. She suffered a lot to get to the perfect star we see today, especially because her father is rarely there since he works outside the country. She has practically had to face alone auditions, injuries, she had to learn to sew, comb her hair and put on makeup for the show, sing for hours her solos with no one to encourage her, without mention that the current director could not care less about the group and practically leaves all the work to her. That’s why she’s so be fearless, she kind of has to."

“I didn’t know.” The sight of Y/N as happy as ever with his mother when he took her home for lunch the week before appears in his memory. She looked radiant as she ate his mother's famous stew and listened to stories of little Luke as he gently stroked her thigh while songwriting with his other hand. When was the last time she got to experience something as homelike as that? Luke probably doesn’t want to know.

Alex's sad voice brings him back to the conversation.“I was supposed to be there, you know? At first I was. We were going to audition for Spectacular together, but that summer I met you and Sunset Curve was born, and I didn’t have the time anymore so I abandoned her. I knew how important it was for her to have me there, and I didn't even go to her audition. And do you know how many times she has reproached me? Not even one.”

Luke knows that Alex would never hurt her on purpose and that the situation was probably much more complicated than he expresses it, so he reassures him and lets him know that she loves him and is proud that he took his own path. As soon as the blonde calms down, he begins to tell him multiple stories about when he and the girl were kids, the songwriter takes out his journal and begins to add lyrics to the song he has been working on, more inspired than ever.

“You are falling so deeply for her, man. I’m happy for you both.” His friend comments to him while reading the verses written on the paper. He totally is.

“Bowling, nice. I'm going to finish you off, Patterson.”

“As sexy as your confidence sounds, I'm not going to let you win.”

“I'm pretty sure you've never gone bowling.” Alex adds with furrowed eyebrows.

“Your point is, Mercer?” She wrinkles her nose and sticks out her tongue. Reggie chuckles amused.

"How can you be so sure that you are going to win?"

“Oh, my dear cute blonde. I’m good at everything.” She makes a slight remark on everything with her eyes fixed on the guitarist, who chokes while blushing.

She smiles cheekily at him and confidently steps into the room, Sunset Curve behind as Alex and Reggie tease Luke for being completely whipped.

Happiness doesn't last long when the first thing they see inside is Damian Miller along with a couple of his new teammates. The moment their eyes meet, Y/N seems to melt, but not in the good way.

Her firm and perfect posture now all bent as she embraces herself with her arms and tries with the strength that has left to hold her gaze at the person who took everything from her without much more than an empty sorry.

When she feels the guitarist at her side again, she unconsciously stretches her hand to intertwine her fingers with him, who tilts his head to see their hands together and then to see her face.

She is not doing it to make Damian jealous, but to feel supported. And when Luke realizes it, he can't help not feeling angry at the boy in from of them. In the month that he has been with her, he has never seen her doubt, fear, or believe anything less than that she is unstoppable. And today for the first time ever he sees her intimidaded, and the fact that it's because of a jerk like this makes it even worse.

He rubbs her hand to make her feel less anxious and when she turns to meet his eyes, he brings his index finger to her chin and winks at her, hoping she gets the message. She seems to do it because she immediately smiles playfully and begins to look more relaxed.

The guitarist is aware that Damian was his firecracker's first boyfriend, and he also knows how much he betrayed her love and trust. No matter how strong the woman is, her reaction is completely normal and valid, and that she has the confidence to be vulnerable and let him be there for her means a lot to him.

“Princess.” Damian whispers as he moves closer to her, his eyes fixed on Y/N and Luke's clasped hands.

“I’m not your princess, Y/L is just fine. Listen, Damian. I could pretend this is not uncomfortable and boring but, I don't want to. So yeah, excuse us.”

She pulls the hand that joins her to Luke to make him walk and Alex and Reggie follow behind them, looking at her ex boyfriend with little smiles of pride. Alex knows how much Damian turned off Y/N’s spark and seeing her put him in his place makes him feel so proud.

"So someone is going to teach me bowling or what?"

“I’ll do it baby, but another day. Today we came here with a different purpose.” Luke points to the large Rock the World machine located in a comfortable corner space.

“Of course, is always about music with you, eh Patterson?” She smirks, getting a little closer to him.

“Pretty much, but I can tell that attracts you, Y/L.” He wrinkles his nose, his lips parting slightly.

“Hell yeah it does.” he smirks, not at all expecting her to admit it so openly but he definitely should have seen it coming.

“Good thing I’m into dominant firecrackers then.”

“Could you stop flirting for a second and start playing? I have plans to destroy Alex and your daily session of sexual tension is not going to ruin it.”

Both smile at Reggie while Y/N takes the games microphone and Luke the guitar. The song that Y/N chooses is She’s so gone by Naomi Scott, and it goes without saying that the boys have never played it in their lives but they love a challenge.

The mastery with which the girl interprets the song makes a good number of people come to see the round, including her ex-boyfriend and his new friends.

“Here I am, this is me, and I'm stronger than you ever thought I'd be. Are you shocked? Are you mad? That you're missing out on who I really am.”

The singer sings the verse directly towards Damian, as his friends start pointing out and teasing him. Reggie goes over to tell Luke he thought he would join her, but the guitarist only replies, "I want to see her shine."

She gets carried away with the music and draws Luke to her, jumping and twirling to the beat of the music. The guitarist hyping her up every single second og the song. At the end the night was incredible, the four of them spent it singing, dancing and even bowling, which Y/N ended up dominating from the second round.

Luke thought that there would be no better time than that night to show her what he had been working on, so after saying goodbye to her he went to Alex’s where he had left his journal.

Before he can say goodbye to the blond, screams are heard from the house next door. “I wasn't trying to embarrass you, Damian!”

“No? So what were you doing shaking your hips against the rock boy?”

“I don't have to explain anything to you, but I think it's pretty obvious why I wanted to be against that body, have you seen it?” She says it playfully with her eyes fixed on the guitarist, who is walking with the blonde to her door, her eyes glinting wickedly in the dark. He chuckles, knowing it's the girl's way of reassure him and she smiles as she sees his expressions relax.

“Everything alright, firecracker?” Luke does not stand in front of her like a brave prince, he stops a meter from both of them and asks before intervening, and that makes her heart melt. Because he wants to hear her first, he trusts that she can take care of it and has the confidence to tell him if she needs help, which is also completely valid. And it's something she has to work on, know that there are also times when it's okay to trust someone. That you don't always have to carry the weight alone.

“Go away, punk. My girl and I are in the middle of something.” The three of them start laughing at the ex-boyfriend's intimidation attempt, who seems to get angrier with every laugh that comes out of their mouths.

“I’m fine baby, but you guys could show him the way out? I’m tired of his bullshit.” She asks the boy with a cute smile, and he would disintegrate over the nickname if her horrible ex-boyfriend and her best friend weren't there.

"Don't touch me, I’ll go. Right now the numbers are not working in my favor so we will fix this where it really matters, on stage. Let's see if this attempt at a singer can save you from total humiliation, because let's be honest Y/N, you are nothing without me."

The faces of both members of Sunset Curve begin to tense, Luke's fists completely white from how much he's clenching them. For her part, the singer, who is already used to that type of comments from her ex-boyfriend, only tells him "yes, yes, you're right. It was a pleasure Dami, never come back." while pushing him to the other side to make him go away.

The nickname comes off her tongue in the most natural way in the world, she doesn't even seem to notice it and Luke feels some annoyance hearing it. As if someone had hit him in the stomach. But immediately the discomfort goes away when the girl turns to them again with a big smile and runs to hug them excitedly.

“Thanks for coming to check me out, guys. Things can sometimes get out of control with him.”

"We will always be there for you when you need us, okay? I actually went into Alex's house to get something I wanted to show you but it's late, I’ll come back tomorrow." The blonde turns from his friend to the other, a tired smile appears on his lips as he passes Luke his journal to place his arm on his childhood friend and lean on her.

"No, don't go please. Damian was pretty mad and... I don't want to be alone." She can be very dramatic at times but the fear in her voice sounds sincere, and remembering the scream that brought them outside in the first place Alex imagines how scared she really was before seeing them show up and his heart clenches at the thought.

“O- Okay, sure.” He sounds nervous but the excitement is evident in the way his left leg keeps moving, just like when he's on stage.

“I do have to go in, you already know mom. Will you be alright with just Luke?” He already knows the answer from the girl's radiant gaze but it doesn't hurt to confirm. She hugs him tightly with her arms around his neck and whispers a "Yes, I love you but go away already." which makes the drummer laugh out loud while high-fiving his other friend goodbye.

The third wheel enters his house and finally they are alone. She smiles and takes him by the hand to enter the house. Luke takes a moment to admire it, everything is in place but there are several instruments throughout the living room. A keyboard on the couch, a guitar next to the TV, even a tambourine on the table.

"May l?" He walks over to the guitar and turns to see the girl nodding and pointing up the stairs for him to follow. Her room is quite similar to her style, white is the predominant color but there are many details in pink and gold, as well as multiple yellow lights giving a romantic tone to the room at midnight.

“Do you want to show me now?” she asks eagearly, with joined hands, closed eyes and pursed lips.

“Y- yeah... of course.” He sits on the rug and puts the guitar aside, then puts his notebook between his legs and when he finds the sheet he is looking for, he carefully tears it off. The girl looks at him adoringly, the happiness of having him with her making her heart beat louder in her chest. She sits across from him making sure to brush his legs and waits for him to speak.

“Here.” He looks nervous, his cheeks totally flushed as he avoids eye contact for the first time since they met.

Y/N takes the sheet in his hands and a huge warm smile appears on her face when he sees the guitarist's terrible lyrics. BRIGHT written and highlighted several times in the title.

“It’s for you.” Luke whispers while bringing his face closer to hers, making her shiver.

“You wrote me a song?” She doesn't know what to say. Since her mom, no one had done anything so beautiful, considerate, and selfless for her. Something so vulnerable and full of love.

“Don’t be mad, but Alex told me a little about how you ended up in show choir, your friendship with him, your mom.” He turns to see her looking for her reaction, she just nods to tell him it’s okay to continue. “A sweet story about a little girl with the voice of an angel who loved to sing love songs. And you know what was in my head all that night? That even though I've never written one, I would write millions of love songs for you.”

Some tears fall from the girl's face, she carefully places the lyrics on the guitar and throws herself on the guitarist, who falls in surprise against the carpet, making sure to grab her by the waist so that she falls safely on his chest. She rests her arms on either side of his head and brings her lips against Luke's, brushing them gently.

Luke doesn't move a muscle, not wanting to do something to make her uncomfortable, when he suddenly hears her talk. “And what about teeth? I mean is not the sweetest love story ever told but-”

The boy chuckles, Y/N's curious eyes a few inches away. “Alex wrote that one after his first breakup, Reggie and I did the melody.”

“Good. Guess we’ll have to start making some experiences to help you write all that songs.” At that moment she finally pushes her lips against his, both in a moment of euphoria at the taste of each other. She presses her body against him and he bites lightly with his teeth on her lower lip to shove his tongue against her mouth in response. Her little hands pulling his hair hard as his hands go down her butt. Both of them enjoying what they had been dreaming of for so long.

When the two finally separate they fall in a comfortable silence, she starts to admire his facial features, delicately running her fingers through his nose, his mouth, his cheekbones, until he interrumpts her. “I knew you want me from the beginning, I could see the lust in your eyes. Everything about the choir was a complex plan to get me under you.” Luke affirms with his best poker face, and sees clearly how her eyes fill with light while a pure laugh escapes from her now swollen lips.

“And as always, I achieved the goal. The hot local rockstar is sleeping on my bed tonight.” No matter how hard he tries, he can never catch her off guard and he always ends up being the one blushing. She kisses him softly before getting up and taking the song lyrics back. “Luke, do you mind if I sing a bit of the song?”

“Of course not, it's yours. I will accompany you with the guitar, from the pre-choir?”

She nods and begins to sing the words he wrote for her. “Life is a risk but I will take it, close my eyes and jump. Together I think that we can make it, come on, let's run.”

She is reading the choir as she sings and the urge to cry reappears. He's basically telling her that she no longer has to go on living life alone, that she can lean on him, she can trust him to fight by her side. That it can be us instead of I.

“And rise through the night, you and I, we will fight to shine together. Bright forever.”

As soon as they finish singing Luke puts the guitar aside and goes over to wipe the tears from the girl's face. “I know that at first glance it doesn't seem like a love song, but..."

“But it is. It’s perfect, thank you Luke.” She didn't know that someone other than her could make her feel so special, but he proved her wrong, again.

The night before was like a dream. Y/N sleeping with his shirt while he wrapped her completely in his arms, singing softly in her ear and leaving little kisses on her neck every few verses until she fell asleep. At this point there is no way to deny how completely in love he is with her.

“Man, we need to talk.” His blonde friend wakes him up from his daydream and starts pulling him down the hall to an empty table in the cafeteria, where Reggie is already waiting for them.

They both sit down and Alex takes a deep breath as he plays with his fingers, trying to form coherent sentences with the words in his head. “Bobby called last night.” Luke's gaze instantly shifted to disgust, while Reggie looks quite shocked.

“So? What did he want?” Luke whispers, trying to sound disinterested.

“He sent some of our videos to an important person at Destiny Management and they are interested in the band. He said that if we comply with certain requests he will give the money for us to record the demo this Friday so that it’s ready for the appointment."

“And I guess you told him we don't need him or his money. What did he answer you? He cried?" the guitarist asks with an amused face, but his friends just look at each other.

“Don't you think we should think more about it? What happens if we don't win nationals? We’ll have lost something as sure as Bobby's deal for nothing."

“She’s my friend and I love her but I have to agree, Luke. As difficult as it is, our priority has to be Sunset Curve, not Spectacular"

“But-”

“They are right, Luke.” All three look at the girl, as pale as If they had seen a ghost. “Spectacular is my dream, And I know I'd do anything for it. It would be unfair of me to get angry because you’re fighting for yours. Don't hesitate, if anyone can find a way out of this it's me.”

“But, the duet...”

“I’ll just have to be the melody and the words. I’ll be fine, and honestly I'm so proud of you guys, I know you will be rock legends one day.” All three feel guilty but don't know what to say or do to make it right. She goes over to hug the drummer and the bassist who take her in their arms with all their strength, a “I’m so sorry” from the blonde accompanied by an “I know” from the girl can be heard. Then she stands in front of the guitarist and kisses his lips intensely, but breaking away painfully fast. The guys leave lovers alone for a moment of privacy.

“I believe in you, baby. You are destined to be a star, forget everything else, even me. Take the moment and knock them off their feet.” She kisses him lightly on the lips and walks a few steps back. “This month was the happiest of my life in a long time, thank you. Guess I’ll see you guys around.”

“Why do you sound like you are saying goodbye? And a horrible one? I thought you were good at everything.” Luke walks over to her again and places his hands on her cheeks, rubbing them gently. His voice is shaky and his eyes are glassy, she snorts at his sudden taunt, a little smile covered with the tears.

“Once everyone gets back to their own business, do you think you'll still have time for me? Alex is my damn neighbor, and we couldn't keep in touch.” And Luke gets it. She is used to being alone, to people not being permanent in her life. Neither her parents, nor her best friend, nor her boyfriend, nor anyone else has stayed. So this time to protect herself she decided that he too was going to leave, that it would be foolish to think that he of all possible people would stay.

“I‘m not letting you go baby, you're the only one I would let to boss me around.” The girl laughs when she remembers the millions of times she had to correct him and how he always ended up making her blush in some way, especially when they danced. She can't remember telling him but dancing with him has been the most special thing she has ever experienced. She danced with Damian for years and it never felt like the first time Luke put her long, strong hands on her waist and pulled her close to him. She can only hope to feel that way again one day.

“You are my one and only, firecracker. We’ll find a way, neither of us is a quitter.”

They say that actions are worth a thousand words, and Luke had definitely missed his first chance to show Y/N that he was serious about them by not getting in time to wish her good luck before she left with the group to the city of the competition, a few hours from there. He couldn't help but feel more miserable when he returned to the studio and found a small yellow sheet in his journal.

“You got this, rockstar. I have so much faith in you, so go make me proud. And I don’t want you feeling guilty, okay? I always want to see you shine, baby, no matter what. Your firecracker, Y/N.” Luke laughs softly, dazzled by her attempt to be sweet. If she trusts him so much, why doesn't he return the favor? She assured him they could win and when she says something, she follows through.

Why ruin his life with all of Bobby's ridiculous demands while ditching his girl in the process when he can go sing with her and do band things their way, without selling their soul to the devil. He sits on the couch thinking about what to say to the boys when they both rush in and pick him up, one from his feet and the other from his arms.

“What the hell are you two planning this time?” Luke sounds annoyed but does nothing to stop them from moving him, they throw him into the back of the car and he hits his head, getting him to kick them before they close the door.

"I'm not going to let her down again, I can’t."

"Yeah, and surely we can win, the number is spectacular... do you understand what I did there?”

Alex rolls his eyes and Luke smiles. They drive at full speed to Luke’s for him to take all his things and when he returns to the car, stands thoughtfully by the window.

“What are you doing?!” Alex is not having it, looks like a vein is going to burst from stress any second now.

“Do you think we’ll make it?” Questioned the guitarist, clearly nervous.

“If you stop asking stupid as fuck questions and get in the car, maybe.” Luke pouts but listens and finishes loading everything in the trunk.

The road is full of music to try to calm all the nerves, there was also plenty of time to rehearse the number over and over again, Luke analyzing in his mind every move he had to make, from time to time his bossy girl correcting him in his head. The only difficult thing was probably changing into the costumes, especially for Alex.

They arrive directly to register and the band turns pale when they hear the powerful and breathtaking voice of the singer who is playing her solo right now, a heavenly version of 'Never enough’. By the time they are ready to go, the main number has already started, the imposing woman in the very center of the stage with one of the boys of the group, who although does not have the voice of the guitarist, is making a good effort. Damian is on the other side, staring at her with a superiority smirk and Luke can't help but want to punch him.

“I never realized how anyone could make everything so right, I was so sad, you brought me back.” Alex quickly indicates to him how to enter the stage from the back, and Luke prepares to jump in time for the chorus, taking care of not being seen as he climbs the platform. The song is an old pop-rock song from the 80s, specifically chosen to make the guitarist's voice shine. He and his firecracker sat listening to music for hours until they finally found it, the girl's eyes shining with excitement as she imagined all she could do with the potential of the melody.

“You give me something to believe in, after all that we've been through.” He appears on the platform just in time, the lights and smoke coming out right in his grand entrance. Y/N turns immediately upon hearing her voice and he dances his way towards her.

“The love you give, it all comes back to you. You give me something to believe in, you can see the real me. And here with you is where I'm meant to be.” both singing together the remainder of the chorus and dancing to the beat. The biggest smile he has seen in his girl since he met her on her beautiful face. With that he feels satisfied with his decision, whatever happens, win or lose, it was worth it.

“And here we are together side by side, and nothing seems impossible tonight.” the duet between them is electrifying as always, he puts his hands on her thighs and lifts her with ease, both of them moving and enjoying themselves as if they were the only ones in the place. The dance ends as the first time they danced in the auditorium when he showed her that he was the right option, he holds her with one arm, their lips inches from touching but holding the magnetism back for a few more seconds until finally leave the stage.

As soon as they are backstage Y/N throws herself at Luke, wrapping her legs around his hips and devouring his lips with hers. “Someone missed me.” Luke whispers catching his breath.

"I can't believe you guys did this for me." Expressed the girl as she turns to see her other two friends, still wrapped around Luke who has her tightly held with his huge arms around her butt.

“We trust you as much as you trust us. We know that you will win, you worked like nobody for this moment.” Affirmed the blonde, giving her a small kiss on the forehead.

“I feel like I won already.” And she did. She won the trophy, the money for the demo, friends, and a ridiculously gorgeous rockstar who drove her crazy in more ways than one. All this years working hard were finally worth it... and Damian throwing a tantrum in the middle of the stage felt good too, not gonna lie.

“When are you going to ask me to be your boyfriend? As much as I love you more than anything, a man has to have some pride, you know? We've been together for like 5 months and I'm getting desperate.” They are both lying together on the girl's bed, their legs intertwined as he makes little circles with his fingers on his girl's stomach.

She raises her head resting her hand on his bare chest, her thoughts impossible to read. What are you talking about? I'm waiting for you to ask me!” He chuckles, prepared to tease her. “Bu-”she interrumpts him, pushing the hand that is resting on him to sit down. “Ba-”

“Wait a second, Lucas!” He bites his lip, he never liked being called by his name but for some reason it sounds incredibly sensual when she says it. “Yeah, baby?”

“D- did you say you love me?”

“I did, and I do. Everybody knows you've got me trapped in your claws.” He jokes to make her laugh, and he succeeds.

“I love you too, so much.”

“I know baby.” He winks teasingly at her. “Returning to the topic, you are the most bossy and confident person I have ever met, and you want to tell me that you were waiting for me to take the first step? Doesn’t sound like my firecracker. You literally pretended to be a sunset curve super fan to get my attention.”

"I totally did, I was awesome, first thing next day you were at the auditorium.” She says proud while Luke rolls his eyes with a smile. “But if it makes you feel better, I'm 100% a fan now, and...You are completely right, for once.”

She takes a deep breath, intertwining her fingers with his. “Lucas Patterson, I want you, if we're being honest, probably from the first time I saw you at that Sunset Curve gig we met at. You are annoying, cocky, passionate, and I love you with all my heart. Be my boyfriend... please.”

“There it is, that’s my girlfriend.” His eyes full of lust after hearing that she wanted him from the first night, he draws her closer to him to push his lips against hers, his girlfriend's tongue quickly dancing with his.

"Oh my god, we already talked about this, close the damn window, I don't want to hear it!” The blonde cries from his balcony, the couple can't help but laugh before joining their lips again.

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 - 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬

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warnings: swearing, fluff if you squint, deep talk with jean

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Hitch dropped you off at home with a loud "Au revoir!" and sped off in her black car while you waved silently.

You couldn't shake the nervous feeling Hitch had left you with. It was reasonable to feel uneasy after a strange encounter like that, but nevertheless, you plastered on a fake smile when you walked inside and saw Eren sprawled on the couch.

He lifted his head from his phone when he noticed your presence. "Y/n, you're back. What did Hitch want?"

Admittedly, you felt bad about never telling your best friend, but it was too late now.

"Nothing much, she just wanted to catch up. Haven't seen her since college," You lied easily as you plopped down in the chair next to the couch. "What's new with you?"

Eren shrugged and looked at his phone. "Just trying to pass the time. Jean's headed to the airport at eight tonight. Hope you're ready to see your girlfriend." He tilted his head back while laughing.

You smacked his forehead and he recoiled in pain. "Ah! What's your problem?" Eren rubbed his forehead with a hard glare aimed at you.

"I don't have a problem, you're just being freakish."

Eren gawked. "No, I'm not! You're the real freak, being you and whatever."

"Oh, good one." You snorted. "Hey, speaking of, where is Jean, anyways?" You furrowed your eyebrows as you glanced around the house.

"You tell me." Eren repeatedly clicked his tongue while turning his attention back on his phone.

"I'll go find him then," you decided. Eren just grunted in response, too immersed with the JAEGER BOMB fan pages he was scrolling through.

You got up from the comfy chair and starting looking around the house for Jean. After your talk with Hitch, you were feeling even more nervous about Mikasa coming home. You desperately needed to talk to someone, even if it wasn't about Hitch. You just needed a good distraction from tonight.

Jean was nowhere to be found on the first floor, so you trudged upstairs in hopes of finding him. You rounded the corner at the top of the stairs, passing Mikasa's dark room, stopping when you heard a quiet string of curses from the hallway bathroom.

"Jean?" You called out hesitantly. Lightly knocking on the bathroom door, you pressed your ear to the wood in hopes of figuring out what the issue was.

"Come in," came Jean's strained voice from the small room. You peeked your head in the doorframe and took note of his frustrated figure.

"What's going on?"

"Who decided it would be a good idea to grow my hair out?" He made furious hand motions at his head.

You let out a chuckle as he angrily tried to comb his hair back. "You did."

He rolled his eyes. "Right. I think I might have to go back in time and slap myself for that one."

Shrugging, you sat on the counter next to the agitated male and crossed your arms. "Just cut it then."

"It's not as simple as that," he sighed. "I like the way it looks long, Marco likes it too. And the fans, you know. Besides, I can't cut it in a fit of rage. I'll end up like you." He snorted after his snide comment.

"That was one time! Besides, that was high school. We all did stupid things back then." You grimaced at the memory.

"Yeah, you were the stupidest. You chopped off all your hair because of something that aggravated you." He pointed his comb at you in a teasing manner.

"A little thing called feelings were aggravating me. At least I can control myself more now." You pushed the comb back at him and poked his shoulder.

"Speaking of which, I'm surprised you didn't lose your shit when I told you guys Mikasa was coming home." He went back to working on his hair.

"Seriously? I made you all clean the whole house. I could barely get through her room yesterday. Wasn't that enough of a reaction?" Your head fell onto the mirror against your back while you laughed bitterly.

"Yeah, I guess it was. I don't know what I expected honestly. I assume you aren't over her?"

"Definitely not." You sighed. "Because it's been two years since I last had any contact with her, you'd honestly think I would've moved on by now."

Jean set his comb at the side of the counter and faced you. "Did you want to move on?"

You fidgeted and looked away from his hard gaze. "It would be best if I did. I had my chance and I never took it. There was always a part of me that knew she'd come back. I had always hoped that she would, I never got to tell her how I felt, but now that it's actually happening it feels almost unreal." You met Jean's eyes and the corners of his mouth twitched up.

"Are you going to confess when she's back?" he inquired.

Your thoughts circled back to Hitch. Her threats were powerful. She knew what she was doing. Maybe you could confess to Mikasa in secret and she would never know. However, she somehow knew about Mikasa's future arrival, so you should play it safe. Plus, you hadn't seen the Mikasa you knew in two years.

"No, I don't think I will. There's so much to know about her now. She could be a completely different person." You pulled your knees to your chest.

Jean put his hands on your shoulders which made you look back up at him. "Y/n, you've been putting this off far too long. She's proven to us that she's not always going to be here. If there's ever a time to tell her, it would be now."

You stared at each other for a few moments before you pursed your lips and looked away. Jean was right. The perfect chance was right in front of you but just out of your reach. There was always an unspoken obstacle when it came to your feelings for Mikasa. Whether it was another person or yourself blocking the way. "I just need some time to think."

Jean took his hands off your shoulders and shook his head. "You, my friend, are what people call hopeless." He picked up the comb again, about to run it through his hair once more, but sighed and placed it in a drawer. "Fuck it, ponytail it is." You found it funny how often he would end up tying his hair in a low ponytail. His hair was long, but it wasn't close to the length Eren's was. Whenever Jean did his hair like that little tufts would stick out at the top of his neck and loose strands would curl around his ears.

"How long are you growing it?" You asked as you let your legs dangle over the countertop.

"I'll grow it until it becomes seriously unmanageable. It's already getting unruly." Jean softly kicked open the door and gestured to the hallway. "After you."

You hopped off the counter and gladly took his offer, sliding your arm along the balcony railing before folding your arms over the wood and resting your head on them. The hallway was only lit up by the orange light from the sunset beyond the large living room windows above the glass doors.

Jean passed by you swiftly, making cool air hit your neck. He loudly trudged down the wooden stairs and you saw him walk into the living room from your view.

Armin was sitting cross legged in the cushy rocking chair and Eren was still taking up the space of the long couch. Their eyes were trained on an ocean documentary, Armin occasionally commenting on the sea life while Eren nodded at him.

Jean sat on the loveseat under the balcony, now hidden from your view. Armin noticed your content gaze and beckoned for you to join them.

You followed Jean's path to the living room and put your hands on the back of the couch he was sitting on.

"What do you guys want for dinner? It's nearly seven o'clock." You asked the seated boys.

"Can we just get Burger King or something again?" Eren tore his eyes away from the screen to look at you pleadingly.

"Eren, we had that yesterday. I don't want it two nights in a row. That's just gross." Armin frowned at his request.

Jean placed his hands behind his head and on top of your hands. "Eat whatever you like. I have to drive to the airport soon." He patted your hands and stood from the couch.

Once Jean left the room you continued your survey. "We could have spaghetti?" You offered.

"That sounds good. I'll help you." Armin started toward the kitchen with you before tugging on Eren's sleeve. "You come too. You've been sitting on that couch all day, you lazy bum."

Eren groaned like a child being asked to do the dishes. "Fine, if I have to."

The three of you started preparing the meal in the kitchen with Armin getting the noodles out and making the meatballs, you making the sauce, and Eren filling the pot with water then leaving the rest to you and Armin.

Eren sat on a kitchen stool and pulled his phone out. You and Armin both gave him an eye roll before continuing your cooking.

It was around seven-thirty when the food was done. There were a few mishaps along the way since Jean wasn't around to help and neither you or Armin were very skilled in culinary practices. But the final product looked edible and that's all that matters.

Eren and Armin got their servings and sat down on the kitchen island stools while you went to close the curtains in living room and the dining area. You then pulled out a stool next to Armin.

The three of you ate in silence for a while before you spoke up. "Jean should be back soon."

Eren perked his head up. "Really? He said he'd get her at eight. He left an hour ago but we all know he likes to be early so who knows," He said.

"I'd give it maybe twenty minutes. Why? You nervous?" Armin twirled the pasta around their fork.

"Incredibly," you exhaled.

Eren snorted. "As expected from you. But if you're nervous, imagine how Jean feels right now. That should perk you right up." he laughed to himself while imagining Jean waiting for Mikasa, a nervous wreck.

"Are you not nervous?" You asked timidly.

Armin shrugged. "I guess I am. We've known her forever. It'll be just like seeing an old college friend. It'll be refreshing to see her after all this time. I'm more worried about how ready the house is," they explained while folding their arms.

"I'm a little nervous. You think she'll like my hair?" Eren gestured to his bun.

"No, you're ugly." Armin commented. You laughed so hard at Eren's shocked face that you didn't hear the door unlocking behind you.

Armin stopped laughing with you and stared at the door. "Mikasa," He whispered.

"Mikasa?" You questioned and looked back at the door. "Mikasa."

Sure enough, Mikasa was at the door with Jean lurking behind her.

She was wearing a black hoodie and sweatpants with dark green sneakers. Her hair was cut much shorter now. It was slightly fluffed up and messy from the plane ride. She had a few rings decorating her fingers and a small tattoo on her middle finger on her right hand. In that hand, she carried a navy blue suitcase. In the other, gripped the same scarf Eren gave her years before. She held a tired expression but you thought she looked beautiful as ever.

Your eyes widened and you parted your lips to say something but nothing would come out. Instead, you opted for a hug. You wrapped your arms around her waist, your head just peeking over her shoulder, earning a surprised noise from her. Her arms made their way around your frame as she held you close.

"Mikasa," you could only manage to squeak out her name.

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its-a-spn-thing · 5 years

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One Too Many

Title: One Too Many

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Intoxication and angry / dominant Dean Some spanking. NSFW. 18+ only please

Summary: Dean and Sam are out on a hunt, and you decide to go out for drinks with friends. You drank two bottles of cheap wine by yourself and got way too carried away. When you get back to your apartment, you have a surprise waiting for you.

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“Dean, I don’t want you to go. Last time you almost got yourself killed!” You sat at the breakfast bar in your small, one-bedroom apartment. You were on your second cup of coffee.

“Y/N, don’t start with me, please. You know I will be home as soon as I can.” Dean said while bringing his bags to the front door. He looked over at you and smiled. “How can you possibly drink that? It’s nothing but creamer with a splash of coffee.”

You scowled at him, and Dean chuckled at your reaction. “Baby girl, stop it.” He walked over to you, with that smirk on his face. The smirk. The one that made you melt and say yes to whatever he tells you to do.

“Don’t look at me like that, Dean.” You smile, and giggle as he walks even closer to you. “You know what it does to me.” Once he approaches you, he crouches down and holds you from behind, and plants a loving kiss on your now flushed and warm cheek. How does he do it? You spend so much time with Dean and he still finds a way to get you flustered and blushing. “I’m sorry sweetheart,” he said in your ear. The deepness of his voice vibrating you to your core. “But you know I will miss you and will call you every chance I get.”

You turned around to face him and wrapped your arms around his waist. Dean kissed your lips and lifted you out of the chair. God, you loved him so much, and he loved you just as much. One short kiss turned into a long one, and that turned into a longer, open mouthed one. You moaned into his mouth, and moved your arms from around his waist, to around his neck. Dean lifted you, allowing to wrap your legs around him.

You loved how strong he was. Dean broke the kiss and smiled at you, burying his face into your neck. He chucked with frustration.

“Y/N, baby, you know we can’t. Sam is already in the car.” You both looked out the kitchen window in unison to see the younger brother sitting in the passenger side of the ‘67 Impala. You both could tell he was buried in a book, researching something for their next hunt.

“He’s not so bad.” You giggle.

“I can’t keep him waiting babe.” He said with a frown. He set you back down on the ground and walked towards the door. You followed behind him, picking up one of his bags. Without even putting your shoes on, you helped him put his things in the car.

“When are you going to learn to put some shoes on?” Dean asked jokingly, embracing you tightly in to his arms. He kissed your forehead, and then leaned down to plant one more loving kiss on your lips. It never ceases to amaze you how soft his lips are. You looked up into his eyes, the emerald green was piercing. You could tell he didn’t want to leave. “I love you so much, Y/N.” He opened the door and sat behind the wheel.

“You take care of him, Sammy.” You said giggling. Dean looked at you with a sarcastic scowl. Almost as if he was saying “really?”

You gave Dean one more kiss, and just like that, they were gone.

*****************

As much as it sucked, you didn’t mind having the apartment to yourself. It was kind of awesome prancing around half naked and singing as loud as you can. You didn’t have to shave your legs, and you didn’t have to put a bra on either.

You had your day all planned out. You were going to nap – but of course that didn’t happen because after the boys left you drank yet another cup of coffee. So, instead you watched a few episodes of Haunting of Hill House which was a horrible idea because now you were scared. By the time you decided to turn it off it was only noon.

So, you took a shower. When you got out you wrapped your hair in a towel and put on clean panties and one of Dean’s t-shirts. You poured yourself a glass of wine and sat down on the couch. You realized that your phone was still in the bedroom. When you got up to get it, you had a missed call from Dean, and 20 unread texts from your group chat. “Shit.” You mumbled to yourself.

You had forgotten about girls’ night. You weren’t necessarily excited about it. So, you told the girls you weren’t feeling well and had to skip. Your best friend, Melissa, always got upset when you ditched, she felt like you let your emotions get the best of you. But she wasn’t wrong. You knew that when you were sad, it would help to go spend time with your girlfriends, but the truth is you just wanted to be alone.

ding ding “What the hell Y/N?!”

There it was. The “I’m-so-pissed-at-you" text message.

Before you responded you decided to call Dean back.

“Hellllooooo babygirl. What were you, sleepin’?” Dean answered his phone, thank God.

“No, I was just watching TV and forgot that my phone was charging in the bedroom.” You responded. “How’s the drive?”

“Well, we hit some traffic on the thruway, so we decided to stop at this little diner. Best. Pie. Ever.”

You giggled. “You literally say that about every pie you eat.”

“Because every pie I eat is better than the last! What are you doing tonight Hun?”

“Not much, I had plans with the girls, but I forgot about them, so I think I'll just stay in.”

“Alright, well if you do decide to go out be safe, okay? Let me know what you end up doing. I love you, Y/N”

“Love you too babe.”

***********

After a few glasses of wine, you changed your mind about not going out. You would feel a lot better if you did your hair and makeup and spent some time with your friends.

Since you changed your mind last minute, you were in a mad dash to get everything together before they came to get you. You got ready in a half hour which was a record low for you. But in all the madness, you left your phone at the apartment. Shit

*************

By one o'clock in the morning, you were hammered. You drank two bottles of wine to yourself, and you were stumbling all over the place. It was time to go home. So, you called an Uber, kissed your friends’ goodbye, and got in your Uber.

When the driver arrived at your apartment, you realized that you almost passed out in the backseat. “That was fast.” You said, barely audible due to your slurring. “Thank you soooooo much, have a good night.”

You walked towards the front door and tripped over a crack in the walk way and again up the stairs. You were giggling to yourself, promising to never wear these shoes again.

It took you about three minutes to find your keys, and another two minutes to unlock the door. Once you were in the foyer, you were jolted when you saw who was on your couch. You were so scared that you dropped your keys and purse to the floor.

“Dean?!” You exclaimed.

“Y/N” He responded, clearly unhappy.

Your vision was blurry, and your words were slurring. Confusion set in, and you had so many questions. You thought that maybe you passed out in your Uber and you were dreaming. You took one look at Dean, and he was still wearing the same thing he was wearing this morning, only he looked much more exhausted.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed, clenching his jaw and raising one eyebrow at you. “Hello? You alright?”

“D-Dean, wh-what are you doing here?” You smiled and placed one arm around his shoulder – not out of love, but because you could feel your legs begin to give out from underneath you.

“Where’s your phone? I’ve tried calling you, and when you said you weren’t going out tonight, I thought there was something wrong.” Dean looked at you. He saw the redness in your eyes and smelled the alcohol on your breath. “But I can see that there was a change in plans.”

“Dean, I’m so-”

“Don’t. Don’t say sorry.” He said, irritated yet concerned.

Dean wasn’t a control freak. He really did not mind you going out with your friends. He truly loved you and worried about you. He knew you were vulnerable when they were gone, and he never wanted anything bad to happen to you.

“Do you know how much I love you, Y/N?” He ran his fingers through your tangled hair and rested his palm on your cheek. “And if anything ever happened to you...” Dean looked you in the eyes and planted a loving kiss on your lips.

You kissed him back, wrapping both arms around his shoulders. You could feel his smile against your mouth and you couldn’t help but smile back. “Dean.” You kissed him again. “You know I love you too.” You followed this with another kiss. “And I’m sorry for worrying you.”

He chuckled.

“I know baby.” He sighed and took a deep breath in, smirking. “But you know I’m not letting you off the hook that easily.” He crouched down and wrapped one arm around your shoulders and the other around the back of your knees, picking you swiftly up off the ground. You shrieked. “Dean! Oh my God! Put me down!” You giggled and kicked your feet trying to get down.

He laughed at your futile resistance. “Nice try sweetheart but you broke the rules, and you know what that means.” He threw you over his shoulders and smacked your ass gently. “I told you what would happen the next time you made me worry right?” He turned his head, waiting for your response, but all that came out were small little giggles. “I-I don’t remember!”

Dean rolled his eyes and smacked your ass a little bit harder this time. “Did that refresh your memory?” He asked,

“M-maybe!” You shouted and giggled.

Dean smirked “Good.”

Dean walked to the bedroom with you still draped over his shoulders. Once he reached the foot of the bed, he gently flung you onto the un-made bed. You were face down, so you went to turn your body to face him. “Nuh-uh baby” Dean cooed and signaled with his hand for you to turn back around. You rolled your eyes as you turned face down on the bed. “I’m sorry, but was that an eye roll I just saw, princess?” You shook your head. “Good girl.”

Dean adjusted the sleeves of his shirt so they were now rolled up to his elbow, then took his watch off and set it on the nightstand. “Alright, I only have an hour before I have to go back.” He lightly traced his fingers up your leg, causing goosebumps to cover your entire body. Once his hands reached your hips, he pulled them towards him so your ass was slightly in the air.

“Ready babe?” He asked, gently rubbing your bottom.

You smiled and nodded your head.

“I need to hear it Y/N”

“Yes, Dean.”

“Good girl. Count em.”

Dean wound up and drew a quick sharp blow to your right ass cheek.

You shrieked. “One.”

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