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skz317cb97 · 1 year

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Remote Wrestling

Changbin x Female reader

Word count: 2.1k (I swear they're drabbles😅)

Synopsis: Changbin invites you over for the weekend but refuses to hand over the remote when you ask for it triggering a wrestling match between you and the buff man child.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! This one came to me easily just know that my posting schedule is just as they're completed so it might be a day or two before the next one! I hope you all enjoy this one! If you do, please reblog leave a little feeback, comment, shoot me an ask, or like whatever! As always warnings and smut below the cut! 2/8

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Swearing/strong language, implied casual sex, fingering, slight Changbin dom/MC sub dynamic, pet names/praise (baby, princess), protected piv sex, slight dumification, strength kink (kinda? Changbin likes to hold MC down), coming in mouth/cum eating, alluding to bondage. I think that's everything but if I missed something please let me know and I will be sure to add it!

After you and Minho’s little moment on the couch that morphed into fucking in his room you crashed hard. When you woke up together the next morning Minho acted completely casual, like it was something the two of you did all the time. You both got up, got dressed and ate breakfast with the guys as if you’d slept over on the couch when everyone knew you hadn’t. Just before you left to go home you finally said something to Minho about what had happened.

“Uh I’m not crazy right? We did fuck last night correct.” Minho laughed and shook his head.

“Did you like it?” You nodded.

“But... well... I don’t want things to get weird...” You trailed off.

“Look things don’t have to be so complicated. It’s not like we’re married now. We’re friends that wanted to fuck and so we did. We both liked it, I’m definitely down to do it again some time if you want to, just don’t think so much.” You took a deep breath, a sigh of relief really. You did have fun and you love Minho but you weren’t sure if it would ever be more than physical between you. It had the makings to possibly be more but you liked that he was so relaxed about it. It made it easier for you to relax.

“So we’re good yea?” He asked. He wanted to be sure your mind was put at ease. The last thing he wanted was for you to regret what happened.

“Yea absolutely.” You smiled and Minho felt better seeing it. He leaned in and pecked your lips as if he were giving you a high five.

“Cool! See ya!” He smiled and waved before he walked back towards his room. You shook your head laughing as you made your way out the door. About a week after your encounter with Minho, Changbin called you to see if you wanted to chill. All the guys were off visiting family for the weekend and he had to be by himself since his family was out of town. He wanted company and you had no plans so you told him you’d be over after work.

As soon as you were off you made your way to the guys’ place to meet up with Changbin as promised. You got changed into your lounge wear and curled up on one side of the couch, the same couch that you and Minho had been on only a week before. You tried to shut those memories out while you sat there with Changbin. It didn’t' help that he put on the most boring tv show you’d ever seen.

“Binnie this is boring change the channel.” He scrunched his face.

“I like it I want to know how it ends.” You whined and reached for the remote in his hand.

“It ends when you press the channel button.” He pulled the remote away and just out of your reach.

“BINNNN!” You reached further and he pulled it further away bringing up his other arm to help block you.

“If you want to change it so bad then take the remote, it’s just right there.” You narrowed your eyes at him and lunged forward throwing yourself on top of him reaching again. Again Changbin pulled the remote just out of your reach. You were laid across his firm body reaching still. You finally licked his cheek and when he went to wipe it off in disgust you managed to get the remote away from him.

“Not fair!” Changbin whined as you changed the channel as he was reaching to get the remote back. You pulled it away just like he’d done to you, putting your arm up in defense.

“If you want to change it so bad then take the remote, it’s right there Changbin.” You said mockingly. Changbin almost growled as he pounced on you pinning you down. The remote fell from your hand to the floor. Changbin hovered above you and you started blushing. He smirked; his eyebrow cocked knowingly.

“If you wanted to be under me, all you had to do was ask princess.” Your jaw dropped and you blushed harder at Changbin’s forwardness. He started to lean down to kiss you and what had happened on that same couch a week before flashed before your eyes. You stopped him.

“Uh...Changbin?” He froze.

“You want me to stop?” You hesitated. Did you? Changbin was strong and handsome and sweet. There were a few times his figure popped into your mind as you took care of yourself with your vibrator. You didn’t think it was fair to him though. You’d just fucked Minho the week before, you couldn’t fuck him too.

“I just... I think you should know... well... Minho and I...” You were looking for the right words to not come off as crass, before you could Changbin nodded.

“Yea, I know. What about it?” Your face contorted.

“You know? What, did Minho run his mouth about what we did? Was you inviting me over here all some scheme to...” Changbin shook his head quickly and sat up.

“Hey hey no. Look I know about you guys because we all came home that night and heard the two of you fucking and then you came out of Minho’s room in the morning to have breakfast so it was pretty obvious and I asked you to come over because we’re friends and all the guys are gone and I didn’t want to be lonely. We don’t have to do anything. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, we can just watch your show.” He started to get off you and you held onto his shoulders pulling him back down.

“Wait...” Changbin stopped and a little half smile crept onto his face.

“You don’t think it will upset Minho?” You asked. Changbin shook his head.

“Is he your boyfriend?”

“No.” Changbin shrugged.

“Well then, he doesn’t get to be upset about it. You’re single...” Changbin leaned down and kissed your cheek.

“I’m single...” He kissed your neck and you closed your eyes.

“And if you want it, I want it too.” He grabbed your wrists and pinned you to the couch again grinding his hips into yours, pressing his hard on against your throbbing core. You were so wet already it was almost embarrassing. He hadn’t even touched you, his lips hovered over yours.

“So princess...” He got closer still.

“Do you want it?” You clenched uncontrollably at his words and gave him a small nod.

“Use your words princess, tell me, I wanna hear you say it.” His lips roamed your neck and face but never touched you, as if a force field was stopping Changbin from kissing your body. He stopped when his lips ghosted yours again.

“I want it Binnie, want you to fuck me.” He finally kissed your lips as one of his hands trailed down your body, slid inside your yoga pants and traced his fingers through your wet pussy. You let out a little gasp when he pushed two of his fingers inside you.

“Gotta stretch you a little baby, so you can take me. Don’t want to hurt my princess.” He placed sweet kisses on your face as he held your wrists down with one hand and finger fucked you with the other. Once you came on Changbin’s fingers twice he deemed you stretched enough to take him. He sat up and you immediately missed the warmth of his big bulky body near yours.

“I’m gonna go grab a condom. Be naked before I get back and I’ll give you something extra special.” He pulled off his shirt, his amazing body on display, winked, and walked off towards his room. You’d never stripped your clothes off so fast in your life and by the time Changbin was walking back into the living room you were naked and spread out for him. He bit into his knuckle.

“Fffuck princess, look so pretty like that.” He palmed himself over his pants, rubbing his cock through the material.

“You want it?” He asked again looking down at his hard length in his hand. You looked at him sweetly nodding.

“Yes Binnie, pleaaase.” He walked towards you sliding his pants and boxers down, walking out of them and you immediately saw why he felt the need to prep you so much.

“Oh my god!” Changbin smirked.

“Don’t worry baby it’ll fit.” Changbin knelt between your legs stroking his thick cock before opening and rolling the condom down his impressive length. He gripped his cock and started to rub it up and down your drenched folds pressing the tip against your clit and rubbing harder, the feeling amazing for both of you.

“I’m gonna stick it in now princess, try and relax.” Changbin eased the tip of his dick inside you. The abundance of your arousal helped him slide in but you still felt the stretch and slight sting as he slowly filled your cunt, pushing deeper. When Changbin was balls deep inside you he grabbed your wrists again and held your arms down above your head. He rolled his hips into you and you moaned out uncontrollably from the feeling of his huge cock inside you.

“Bin!” He nodded as he gave you another slow roll of his hips.

“I know princess hold on for me...” He gently rolled his hips into you again and the stinging finally went away and made way for body numbing pleasure.

“FFffuck! Fuck! Oh god it’s so BIG Binnie! Feels so good!” Changbin grunted and thrusted into you a little harder, your arms still held down above you, your legs spread wide for Changbin’s thick frame. Once Changbin was certain he wouldn’t hurt you he set a quicker pace, snapping his hips into yours harder each time.

“You take me so well baby... look at that fat cock disappear inside that perfect cunt.” You looked down and almost came at the sight of Changbin’s big dick covered in your juices, pumping in and out of your quivering hole.

“Looks good doesn’t it princess. You like the way I wreck your pussy don’t you.” You nodded you were starting to lose your mind, it all felt so good, and the things he said, the praises he gave, you were so close to exploding, you were certain of it.

“Harder! Fuck me harder Binnie!” Changbin pressed your wrists into the couch hard as he slammed his huge cock into you faster and harder.

“You gonna cum for your Binnie? Hmm? You gonna cream on my cock princess?” You nodded babbling nonsense at that point.

“Cum yes, for you Bin cum, I’ll cum.” He absolutely loved seeing you fucked out and totally wrecked under him while he held you down so helpless and fucked you harder. Your back arched and walls squeezed and hugged Changbin’s cock so hard when you came he struggled pulling out.

“Cum... ing I’m fu-fucking cu... uming d-don't s-stop d-don't stop, fucking fucking ruin me Binnie!” Changbin fucked you hard through your orgasm until your legs shook and your body slumped limp on the couch. When your wave of ecstasy dissipated Changbin let go of your wrists, pulled out, and got up quickly, pulling off the condom before standing over your fucked out body and aiming his cock towards your partially open mouth.

“Open wide princess, I’ve got a treat for you.” You opened your eyes enough to see Changbin jerking his huge cock right over your face. You lazily opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue.

“Fuck that’s a good girl.” He was sweating, grunting, and pulling on his cock harder and faster, then Changbin gave you his warm load right in your mouth rubbing the last drop of cum on your bottom lip.

“Mmmmm yes princess, eat up, it’s good isn’t it?” You showed him the huge load in your mouth then swallowed it and nodded wiping the last of his cum from your lips and sucking your fingers. You laid there sweaty and fucked out as Changbin caught his breath, pushing his messy wavy hair away from his face, kneeling above you. You looked up at him and gave him a little frown.

“What is it baby, why the face hmm?” You sat up on your elbows.

“You said you’d give me something extra special.” You pouted. Changbin cooed at you then stood up and flung you over his shoulder, smacking and gripping your ass cheek with one hand and playfully biting the other, making you squeal out laughing.

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spookykoolkat · 8 months

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the red j.m. | chapter one

CHAPTER ONE: STIFF AND COLD

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pairings: older!joel miller x younger!plus sized!reader

chapter summary: the life you lived was not the one you wanted, and unfortunately on your journey to absolutely nowhere, you were heroically saved by two men who were far from heroes.

warnings: su*cidal tendencies, thoughts, and actions (attempted su*cide), poor mental health, swearing, mentions of brief violence, MDNI!

wc: 5K

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YOU

november 15th, 2024

this was fucking impossible. 20 years later. and still, fighting to survive. fighting your way to survive by yourself, losing the people you stuck by, fighting to save people just for them to be taken by the world you lived in. you were pissed, to say the least. and as you trudge through city after city, sleeping and camping in the woods, killing those who were alive and those who weren’t people anymore, you truly wished you were dead. you practically were, it was going to find you sooner or later. death.

but you accepted it. you knew that this long trail of steps you've taken from texas to where ever you are now, was going to come to an end. but it wasn't ending without a never ending fight you put up for yourself. as long as you were here, you refused to accept defeat and lay down to die.

with all of the silence you had to yourself, you found yourself thinking a lot. you remembered the first day it started, down to the minute, down to what you were wearing. you were only five, five years old when everything came crashing down, literally. you promised yourself that the fear you felt growing up as a child and having to watch everyone you’ve ever loved be ripped from you, picking up a gun to shoot your first clicker, and picking it up again to kill those who tried to kill you—you wouldn’t experience again.

so, you avoided civilization. or what FEDRA called civilization. it was bullshit to you. it felt like an excuse for not having anything locked and loaded in a situation like this, and it felt the same as your last government. it was suppression, control, lack of free will. they wanted assimilation and compliance in return for what seemed like a dictatorship ran by none other, those in power. those who were left at least. you'd been trapped inside of a QZ not too far from texas, one with harsh summers and hot winters. you felt like you were in actual hell.

you avoided people, their pleas for help as you traveled by yourself or in groups that never lasted long. the only person that mattered in this world was you, and there was no grace from god that you would find any other family, any other friends—because you had none. you didn't make any, and you were better off for it.

you couldn’t deny that you had days where you wanted to let it go. let all of the survival tactics, the lessons you’ve learned from people you traveled with—let yourself be consumed by the evil of the world.

you also didn’t understand why people, and yourself, fought so hard to live in a world that was worse than the one before. why people fought so hard to live in a world where now, people just take. it was an endless cycle of blood and violence, the only way of survival is by taking. never giving, because when you give, you’re dead.

but you realized if you didn't fight, if you didn't resort to a bullet to the head, you would die just like the ones around you. you tried to be better than the people that were left. by better you meant not resorting to killing innocent people to survive, but you failed. and so did the rest of the world.

you really didn't know who was innocent and who was guilty. it wasn't black and white. everyone did what they needed to do to survive, and if it meant being the guilty one, then you were okay with that. some people were in the wrong place at the wrong time, fighting for the wrong side, invested in a belief that the world will be good if we are divided.

you refused to take the accountability of taking someone's life. it wasn't your fault. this wasn't what you were made to be doing. you told yourself, but the blood on your hands said otherwise. it was this fucked up cycle that you grew apart of, because if you didn't assimilate you would die. so it got easier to take the lives of people, it was for your own safety.

as you carefully stepped in the snow, nothing but rocks, trees and snow surrounding you, you thought about how this was almost comical to you. how many movies about zombie apocalypses, night of the living dead, were out and you still felt it was impossible. there was no way that the world could turn into ruins within 24 hours, no way that your friends and family turned into vessels, having to die at your hand. this was simply too hard to wrap your head around, even being almost 26 years old now. you truly didn’t know how you made it this long, how you were able to keep up and fight despite everything–even down to the way you were shaped.

you were five when it happened, not knowing what the concept of anything really was. and as you got older— you did what you could to make surviving the easiest for you, rummaging through empty yet not so empty malls to find a decent sports bra, taking feminine hygiene needs and making sure your clothes fit loose/tight enough for your benefit. you learned as you lived, and you didn’t have much around you to learn from. you imagined being a woman in the real world was less difficult than this, but realized that life as a woman has never been easy. just made it more real in the apocalypse.

the violence, the danger, the belief towards women just got worse. you were at risk just existing, and the infected that walked amongst you weren't the only danger of humanity. you knew that you'd die by the hands of your fellow person, a clicker, or hunger. it was only a matter of time.

it wasn’t until you heard the sounds of the devilish creatures screech in a distance that you shook back to your reality. it was way too dark, snow falling too fast to see clearly, only using your ability of sight and precision to protect yourself. your gun felt light in your hand as you squeezed, finger lightly over the trigger as you reminded yourself of quietness. you knew you should’ve stayed back, waited until the sun was out to at least search for safety. but you knew you wouldn’t make it, the stab wound was lodged deep in your abdomen. you held the wound tight hoping to stop the bleeding, bit it was too much, too deep.

you realized the time you took to reflect back on your life and stolen childhood, it was your life flashing before your eyes.

you truly didn’t know where you were, you didn’t know how you got there, and you knew this might be your last night. here you were in the midst of snow and darkness, and you felt yourself losing hope. what were you fighting for exactly? you were tired. you fled from your safe space miles back, and you fled from the place before that, and before that. all you knew was that your stomach was crying to be fed and fixed up, your throat was dry with nothing but a lick of spit, and while you made your way closer towards the sound of a river you noticed that the sound of clickers sounded more distant.

there was no pain in your stomach anymore, it was a throbbing dullness now and you felt the tips of your fingers tingling, becoming frozen around your gun. you weren’t sure if it was because your ears began to ring and your vision started blacking out on the edges, but you felt sick.

before you could even register that you were going down, you fell into the hard snow and accepted the fact that this was it. and it was okay. you sunk into the darkness, feeling warm all around now, and allowed it.

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tommy and joel were on their patrol route around the commune when they heard the sound of screeching, possibly heading the other way. it was late when maria told tommy there was a wire tripped right outside of the commune, needing him and joel to take a patrol shift at eleven at night instead of the two rookies that were on it.

“they ain’t gonna come over here,” tommy reassured, mostly for himself after hearing the screeches of distant infected.

“right,” joel sarcastically agreed, keeping his rifle aimed and ready for anything and anyone to jump out at him or tommy. joel kept following the trail he remembered following himself, wanting to make sure there wasn’t anything going on without his knowledge of it.

joel was tired, to be frank. but the minute he heard there was a threat around the area, he didn't waste time to gear up and tell ellie to stay inside while he's gone. now, he and tommy were searching for something, anything that could be the cause of maria's concern.

they walked around a little more, searching the ground area and looking within the trees, finding nothing but a few deer and elk.

“joel!” tommy yelled out.

joel stopped in his tracks, tightening the grip on his rifle and immediately following his brother’s panicked voice.

“joel! c’mere man, holy fuck,” tommy shouted, sending joels heart racing and making him speed up, passing by trees and large rocks to get to him.

“where are ya?” he shouted panicked, and as tommy said ‘over here,’ joel followed his voice, the only thing he could hear being the crunch of the snow. finally, he made it towards the river where tommy was kneeling down before something, something that looked like a body.

“look man, we gotta take her back,” tommy said, checking her pulse and setting his gun down. joel just shook his head, looking at the small pool of blood that trailed from the woman's abdomen in the snow.

“she’s dead. if she’s been out here for however long, she’s gone. ain’t worth it.” he gruffly said, pointing his rifle at the body instead.

“joel her heart is beatin’, i can feel her pulse. we gotta take her,” tommy said and joel felt himself grow angry.

“it ain’t worth it.” he said once again and tommy shook his head, moving to flip your body over to see your face.

tommy swiftly moved your backpack and gun out of the way, and saw how blue your face was. your lips were practically purple, and your body was freezing cold, stiff. both the men's eyes trailed to the blood soaked white shirt that clung to your body, the injury deep and wide. but tommy saw the shallow breaths, he saw your chest stutter as it tried to rise and fall.

“she’s just a kid, joel,” he said.

he was right. joel was fifty seven, and tommy was nearing his late forties and he could tell you weren’t older than thirty. why should it matter? he wanted to say, but he knew. his own lack of trust makes him take a bit to decide. what if it’s a trap? what if she got bit? then she wouldn’t be cold and frozen, idiot. what if this is just a distraction? from what! joel’s inner thoughts fighting with each other, fighting with his gut and finally closed his eyes hard before opening them back up.

“fuck,” he sighed and moved his rifle to sit on his shoulder, going to tommy and deciding to just pick your body up and carry you bridal style.

tommy saw joel was angry, already knowing the thoughts in his mind saying she wasn't worth it, the girl's practically dead.

“go,” joel demanded and began to follow him as tommy protected the both of you. he didn’t know if this was a good idea. if taking you in and disrupting the course of nature was the best idea. just another mouth to feed. he thought to himself. if you even survived this. he knew he was cold hearted, he knew he wasn’t close to being a good person.

joel couldn’t help it. he was selfish, he was hard headed, and he was cold. children, women, animals, it got to a point where it was all the same to him. if you were gone, you were gone. he’d killed so many clickers who posed themselves as children, so many women who weren’t women anymore, families even. he was desensitized in the worst way and even though it benefited him and helped keep him alive for twenty years, it was his biggest downfall.

a little bit of him wished he was softer. more inviting, more trusting but in what fucking world? this was always a world of hate, he thought. a world of pain and despair, and it was only a matter of time before it turned into some sort of hell.

and as he carried you in your arms, limp and blue, he wondered if you were even going to make it. what was the point of trudging through all of this snow for a dead body? he didn’t have much hope for anything else, for anything but his and ellie’s survival. and as you soaked his shirt with blood, he highly doubted there was a chance you'd live. maybe it was for the best.

joel was just so angry. this was not what he wanted to find. he did not want to be responsible for another person, one who seemed like she didn't even put up a fight. had she walked thirty more feet she would've made it. he thought.

the thing about joel is that the things that softened everyone else up, just made him irritated. even the fact that ellie opened him up as much as she did, he even wanted to resent her for it. but he couldn’t, because to him he could never blame ellie for anything. she was just a kid. but she gave him something to fight for, gave him hope again in a world where hope was seen as childish, naive. he couldn’t resent her for that.

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was this life after death? you knew your eyes were closed, but you didn’t know how you were still conscious. until you heard the sounds of beeping and heart monitors, you believed you had found purgatory. you wanted to smile, and it creeped on your lips until you heard the noises of what sounded like people shuffling around and immediately you shot up with your eyes wide.

you were running on pure adrenaline. where am i? what the fuck? where is my gun? who the fuck are these people?

you looked around the room to see a woman, a man and another child in the beds, the woman was pregnant, the child was coughing into their arm. but it wasn’t until you looked right next to you to see a man with a mustache and a woman with locs standing closer to your hospital bed.

“where the fuck is my shit?” you asked harshly, pulling the IV out of your arm and detaching any other wires on your body.

“no, no honey don’t do that,” the woman said as she tried to step closer to you, and as you were going to defend yourself from her touch, you looked down and saw the swollen belly in all her vulnerability. so all you did was scoot further back into your bed, not wanting to get violent. that's a first.

“where is my gun?” you asked, looking around at the makeshift infirmary that was stocked with everything you could possibly need.

“we have it. just for right now, you can have everything back just, who are you? was there anyone else with you? do you work for anyone?” the man said swiftly.

you just laughed breathlessly, looking down at the fact that you were naked in a hospital gown but feeling the sharp pain of the wound you remembered, now wrapped with gauze around your abdomen.

“i don’t have to tell you a fuckin’ thing,” you said shaking your head.

“just let me go. i wanna go.” you couldn’t help but feel scared. the same fear that rattled you as a kid. you couldn't even meet their eyes. you forgot how to talk to people really.

“look, we can help you. i’m tommy, this is my wife maria. she managed and built a space for us to live with the help of her community, our community, without the threat of those ugly fuckin’ things. you’re here in jackson, wyoming. it’s a safe community.” he said and you looked between the two. wyoming?

“we don’t take kindly to strangers, dear. and you happened upon an area that was real close to our commune, tommy and his brother found you, almost dead, bleeding to death.” maria said as she sat down on the other side of the bed, you just watched her.

“why didn’t you just leave me?” you asked, weakly. you felt so powerless. so bare. no gun, no knife, no protection.

“i told ya,” a gruff voice said, making your eyes search the room to see a broad dark figure walking to the edge of your bed. your eyebrows knit together at him and looked away quickly.

“what were you doin’ out there anyway?” tommy asked and you shook your head, looking down at your hands.

“how long have i been here?” you ignored his question and tommy looked between maria and the man at the foot of your bed, who watched you closely.

“a week.” you whipped your head to maria, asking with your eyes if she was serious.

“you were taking your last breaths when they found you. you were so frozen, so stiff we didn’t really think you’d make it past that night. but, we managed to warm you up and put a feeding tube through your nose, stitch you up, hoping for the best. we weren’t sure you’d wake up.” maria informed and you ran your fingers through your hair, suddenly tired.

“i need to go.” you whispered.

“go where? is there someone you’re meetin’ or waitin’ on?” tommy asked. joel was silent, watching the exchange between everyone. but his eyes never leaving your figure. he looked at you like he didn't trust you, th same way you looked at all three of them.

“are you just gonna stare at me like a fuckin’ asshole or what?” you spit, looking at the man who was staring at you and glaring at him. he was making you so angry for some odd reason, not understanding why he’s just staring and not talking.

“no. i’m not meeting no one. i don’t work for anyone. i don’t even remember where i was last before coming up here. i knew i wasn’t gonna make it.” you confessed and the three of them looked between each other.

“you were alone?” maria asked, getting closer. you were so tired, so drained all of the sudden.

“been that way since 2012.” you said.

“how old are you?” joel asked finally, his arms crossed against his chest.

“i’m twenty five.” you said reluctantly and tommy shook his head, looking at maria. tommy was right. you were just a kid.

“how long before i can leave?” you asked.

“i want you to stay,” she said and joel looked at her sideways. this wasn’t like maria, or tommy actually. joel wondered if this was putting everything at risk, if taking you in like a lost kitten was going to jeopardize everything.

“you don’t trust us. that’s fine. you don’t want to stay? that’s fine. but letting you go back out there right now is suicide, and you know it. stay for a few weeks, or even a week. everyone deserves a home and a community, especially now. let me help you.” maria pleaded.

she didn’t know exactly why she felt so strongly about you, why she was okay with letting everyone else be denied and dumped from this place. even killed if they didn't leave fast enough. maybe it was her pregnancy, but she felt enough compassion to compensate for all three of you.

she sensed a sadness in you. everyone carried themselves in sadness, regret, guilt. but maria had never seen it so darkly, and she’s been around joel. she knew you could protect yourself out there, that’s not why it was suicide to go back in the open. it was suicide because she knew that’s what you wanted. she knew because she’s been there before.

“why? what for? i’m just another mouth to feed, another person to take care of. it’s better if i’m on my own.” joel wanted to laugh honestly. he said the exact same thing, and honestly felt the exact same way. he understood where you were coming from, he saw the pain in your face, the eagerness to stand alone even if it killed you.

“the more the merrier.”

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you finally got your things back, but not how you remembered and when joel threw the backpack on your hospital bed, you glared at him.

“where’s my walkman?” you asked and he raised his eyebrow.

“your walkman? it’s 2024,” joel said as a joke and you glared at him, fisting the fabric of your backpack.

“where is it?” you asked again and he shook his head, shrugging his shoulders.

“it was broken, guess you landed on it or somethin’. maria took it down to get it fixed.” you looked down at your bag again and noticed your knife, ammo, and a smaller gun was still in there as well as cassettes that belonged to your mother, empty water bottles, tampons, and matches. you decided to get off the bed, leaving your backpack there and searching the room that was lined with hospital beds.

“where are my clothes?” you asked him and he nodded to the shelf above the bed, and you sighed.

without missing a beat you swiftly got on the bed and stood up to grab the clothes, not the ones you came in but new ones, duller ones. it was a faded red t-shirt with some university logo, a black sports bra, black underwear and dark brown cargo jeans that were big enough to fit you.

“can you close the curtain?” you asked, and he stepped back before closing it and letting you be in your own privacy to change. but you saw his shadow under the curtain, still standing there.

“you don’t have to babysit me. i’m not gonna kill anyone.” you said as you removed the gown and slid on the undergarments quickly.

“you think i want to? got a lot of other things to do, maria put you on suicide watch.” he said from behind the curtain, facing all the other beds and the exit. you scoffed and slid the shirt over your body, a little snug but good enough for you.

you pulled the curtains away from you, grabbing your backpack and heading to the door that kept you.

“where do you think you’re goin’?” he asked as he followed you, grabbing your wrist.

“don’t fucking touch me, are you crazy?!” you asked and took the gun from your waistband, pointing it at him after cocking the hammer.

“get your gun out of my face,” he seethed, letting your wrist go and staring at you with his hands at his side.

“just let me go, don’t say nothin’ to them, let me be on my way. it’s what i want, and i know it’s what you want too.” you said and slowly backed away from him, watching him as carefully as he watched you.

“i can’t let you do that,” he said.

you felt hopeless. like you were stuck there and even as you tried to back into the door, it wouldn’t budge.

“fuck!” you screamed and used the back of your hand that was gripping the gun to wipe the sweat from your forehead.

“don’t do anythin’ stupid, just wait for maria. don’t do nothin’,” he warned and you shook your head.

“or what?! you’ll kill me? here,” you said and cocked your gun again after letting the hammer go back into place, raising it to your temple. “i’ll fuckin’ do it for you. i’m dead anyways! i can’t leave, you’re keepin’ me here, what’s the fucking point!”

for the first time in a while, joel felt his heart beat pick up in anxiety. he was nervous, a feeling he'd only had a few times in his life. not only because you were threatening to scatter your brains everywhere, but because you were doing it in front of three other patients, one pregnant, one child and one in a coma. not only will you traumatize him, but everyone around you and he can’t let you do that.

but a part of him feels for you. because he knows what that feeling was like. to put a gun to your own head and pull the trigger, only it didn’t seem like you’d flinch like he did when you pulled the trigger. you weren’t scared to die, he felt it. you pull the trigger and you’re dead.

joel had his hands up to you, suddenly wanting to take some of that anger and pain from you. you were nine to ten years old when you were forced to be a killer, and he knew it took so much away from you. you were desperate, you were tired, and he understood, for once in his life the sincerity and empathy was present. It was a weird feeling for him, to not want you here but to also want to make sure you’re safe from yourself.

he felt responsible now.

“give me the gun,” he said, stepping closer and closer to you as your finger danced on the trigger. you didn’t acknowledge the crying child, or the expecting mother clutching on to her belly. your eyes were on joels, turning from hard and angry to soft, worried, almost afraid.

“i want to go,” you choked, tears streaming down your face as you pressed into the unwilling door.

“go where? there is no where to go. i reckon your family is gone? hometown gone?” he said, his hands in surrender.

“i shouldn’t be here.” he knew you weren’t talking about jackson. his heart twinged at it, it reminded him too much of when he and ellie witnessed the same thing a year back. he couldn't let it this happen again under his watch.

he saw your hand fall a bit weak, the barrel of the gun sliding on your temple. watching your every movement he stepped closer, and closer—until he was somewhat right in front of you. he figured if you wanted to kill yourself, you wouldn't have thought twice about pulling the trigger, you were unsure, he could tell. he took the opportunity to get as close as you allowed.

“you ain’t gotta trust us. trust is earned. but i can promise you that these folks won’t let anythin’ happen to ya,” he said, “i know what it’s like, i was you. couldn’t trust not a damn person, killed anyone i had to. i’ve lost too. but i found somethin’ worth fightin’ for.”

you just listened. you wanted to fight him on it, you wanted to ignore everything he said and just pull the trigger. you felt it was destined, you couldn’t fight anymore, you didn’t want to. you kept the gun at your temple, and in the silence between the two of you, you hear an immediate worried and frantic ‘what are you doing’ from maria and tommy behind him. you couldn't take your eyes off of joel.

the grip on your gun just gets tighter, and joel notices. he shakes his head fast.

“stop! stay right there.” he said and held up a hand to them, still having his eyes on you.

“i’m tired of fightin’,” he heard your slight texan accent, coming out more in the light of your crying.

maybe it was ellie, maybe it was him still mourning sarah, and all the women he failed. but he felt something in his throat tighten, watching you so vulnerable like this and he doesn’t even know you. he didn’t know why this was so different for him. he’s seen people do this, seen people want to fall off the edge. and for some reason, he can’t fail you. he can’t let you take your life.

“if you stay here, you ain’t gotta fight by yourself no more. you ain’t alone out here,” joel said and reached slow to your hand.

“let me help you, please,” you heard the honesty in his voice, how he was practicing pleading for you to put it down.

your eyes kept searching his as you took your lip between your teeth, streams pouring down your face. you let him grab the gun, click the safety on and put it in his waistband. and as you stood there, silently crying and staring into his eyes asking for help, asking for comfort—he couldn’t do it. he couldn’t simply wrap his arms around you to let you fall apart for a minute, he wouldn’t let himself.

he was like stone, and even though he talked you off a ledge, his heart wouldn't open the way you needed right now. he was going to tell you to leave, to take it somewhere else because now you couldn't be trusted alone. he was angry now. the fact that you did that in front of not only him but a child, he thought you were selfish. but he couldn't blame you.

he knew something was off with you. he saw how this world chewed people up and spit them out, sometimes swallowing them whole. he knew what it did to people, turning them into monsters themselves or people too weak to fight. to him, you weren't the monster.

he was.

maria ran past joel even being five months pregnant, and took you in her arms once she got to you. but your eyes could never leave joels, you were stuck. you were out of it, out of your mind, almost out of your body. you didn’t want this life, and you didn’t want to be around strangers. for once, in a long fucking time, you were scared.

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aanoia · 8 months

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So I love speak now (Taylor’s verison) and like I was lowkey hopping for you to do a better than revenge (Taylor’s version) for Sirius black/James potter x reader please?

HII THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST so so sorry it took me a few days to get out, I hope you like it

Better Than Revenge

Sirius Black x reader words; 2,380 warnings; cheating, fake blood, reader is kinda a dick but its deserved ig uhhh idk how i feel about this fic, so give me some feeback please (if it's not the usual i provide please tell me so I can figure out what's wrong) but IM BACKK i stopped writing for a few days because I've had so much going on lately. I hope you guys enjoy though I know that as I wrote the first part of this yesterday there was something I wanted to mention up here but I can't remember so if something doesn't make sense than ig that's it also yall im so drained and overhwelmed right now so the stories will be coming out slower (they are what make me feel better, so i want to do im not gonna force myself too, they'll just take a bit longer to create) if you love a song, the marauders era, and my writing, request a song fic and your wish shall be my command. enjoy my loves

Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did

Ha-ha, time for a little revenge

The story starts when it was hot, and it was summer, and

I had it all, I had him right there where I wanted him

I smiled happily as I walked onto platform 9 ¾, hand in hand with my boyfriend, Sirius Black. The group had hung out this summer and Sirius had finally asked me out. After what felt like a lifetime of waiting, he was finally mine. And only mine. At least, that’s the impression I received.

We greeted our friends we hadn’t seen since the year ended, and I didn’t fail to notice the way Sirius dropped my hand to tightly hug a blonde I had never met. I narrowed my eyes slightly, and it seemed James had the same idea as we shared a weird look.

She came along, got him alone, and let's hear the applause

She took him faster than you could say "sabotage"

I ran into the Gryffindor common room, shock filling my veins as the painting slammed shut behind me. I stood in the entrance silently, mouth open and eyes focused on a piece of thread which was unraveling from a pillow on the ground.

“Y/n?” Remus asked as he, James, and Peter all walked over to figure out what was going on.

“What happened?” Peter asked, scratching his arm lightly.

I looked at James and shook my head, tears threatening to spill. His posture deflated in defeat as his eyes widened.

“He didn’t? Did he?”

“Who did what?” Remus asked, looking back and forth between James and I as the door flew open.

“Y/n-”

“Don’t.” James cut him off, gently pulling me to the side and stepping in between us. “Just don’t.”

I never saw it coming, wouldn't have suspected it

I underestimated just who I was dealing with (oh)

She had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum

She underestimated just who she was stealing from

“I’m not just gonna let her slut around and steal my boyfriend, James.” I explained and he shook his head.

He sent me a teasing smile, “Whatever happened to girls supporting girls?”

I rolled my eyes, “Nothing. It’s girls supporting girls. Not girls supporting whores.”

“What has that man done to you?” Remus asked, shaking his head.

“He’s broken me, duh. And I’m gonna show both of them not to break things that aren’t theirs.”

She's not a saint, and she's not what you think

She's an actress, whoa

“So, Miss Standley, could you show us your potion?” The potions professor asked and the blonde nodded and stood up.

I winked at James as she began explaining what she did, he rolled his eyes, “So first, I put in diced Mandrake, and it has to be diced because if you just slic-” She was cut off by a yelp as her potion exploded in her face, the green goo covering her entire body. The entire class laughed as I silently slid my wand back into my pockets, missing the glare Sirius sent my way.

The girl ran out of the classroom, Sirius following after her, but not before making sure I saw the glare he sent my way. I smiled with a laugh, simply waving my hand and winking at the boy as he passed by.

He was a moth to the flame

She was holding the matches, whoa

“She what?” I asked Remus with wide eyes and he groaned.

“Don’t be so loud.” He pleaded, looking around to make sure no one heard him.

“She kissed you?”

“Yes.”

“And he breath tastes like garlic?”

“I’m gonna kill you.”

I shrugged with a smile, “At least we know she isn’t a vampire.”

Soon she's gonna find stealing other people's toys

On the playground won't make you many friends

She should keep in mind, she should keep in mind

There is nothing I do better than revenge (revenge), ha

“What are you doing now, Y/n?” Peter asked, causing Remus to look up from his book mid bite and James, who had his arm around Lily, to look over.

I smirked as I watched Sirius and Dolores together, and it only widened as she picked up her goblet to take a drink. I silently mutter an incantation to make her pumpkin juice turn to rum, causing yet another explosion and black soot to darken her face and hair. James and Peter bit back laughs as I sat proudly, arms crossed as people once again laughed at her. Remus just rolled his eyes and continued reading, only slightly finding this situation amusing.

She looks at life like it's a party, and she's on the list

She looks at me like I'm a trend, and she's so over it

I think her ever-present frown is a little troubling, and

She thinks I'm psycho, 'cause I like to rhyme her name with things

I once again smiled proudly as people wore buttons around the school, telling people to vote Y/n L/n as Gryffindor prefect.

I looked up from the small Bowtruckle I had found on a tree as a shriek filled the hall. The Bowtruckle crawled under my sleeve in fear of the annoying sound. Before I could stop myself, I laughed loudly as I saw Dolores fuming over what the buttons turned into when she came near them, Sirius stood beside her, trying to calm her down. Dolores Clitoris (horrible rhyme but it’s the best I got).

Her head snapped towards me, her face became unbelievably red, a vein popping out of her neck as she stormed over, Sirius trailing behind her like a lost puppy.

“You!” She screeched, pointing her finger at me as she fumbled to get her wand. In a moment, she put her wand up only to be met with mine already in her face.

I grinned, “Better think about your next move here, sweetheart. I’ve won against you in duels for DADA multiple times.”

She glared heavily, “Yeah well, you’re just a jealous bitch who couldn’t keep a boyfriend.”

I fake pouted at her, “Awh, you’re so cute. You enjoy your little puppy, I must be off.” I said, stepping to the side and grabbing my bag. As I walked away I paused and turned back around. “Oh, and, you were barely a hard component in getting prefect. I would have rathered some competition, but we both know what you did to them.” I smiled and she looked at me in shock. “Yeah, that’s right, I know what you did.”

But sophistication isn't what you wear or who you know

Or pushing people down to get you where you wanna go

They didn't teach you that in prep school, so it's up to me

But no amount of vintage dresses gives you dignity (think about what you did)

“Peter, what the hell happened?” I asked as I burst through the infirmary doors.

“Y/n, chill out.” James said immediately.

“Was it her?” I asked quietly and he nodded. I looked at Peter in sympathy, knowing she did it only to get back at me.

“Don’t you worry though. She looks worse.” Remus added and Peter smiled at me. I quicked my brow as my eyes wandered to Dolores on the bed, a small cut on her eyebrow as her eye area puffed up largely.

I rubbed Peter's shoulder excitedly, “I’m so proud. I feel like a proud mother.”

She's not a saint, and she's not what you think

She's an actress, whoa

He was a moth to the flame

She was holding the matches, whoa

“No, he can’t know.” I heard a familiar voice whisper and I looked up from my potions essay.

“Dolores, I don’t like sneaking around with you. It’s risky.” Another voice said from behind the bookshelf.

“Baby, I’ll break up with him soon. Don’t worry. Just don’t leave me.” She whispered again and my eyes widened. Why am I not surprised?

Soon she's gonna find stealing other people's toys

On the playground won't make you many friends

She should keep in mind, she should keep in mind

There is nothing I do better than revenge (ha-ha)

“I’m serious. She’s cheating on him, guys. I don’t know what to do.” I told the three boys as we sat in an empty classroom.

“I think it’s time we join you in your pranks.” James decided and I smiled.

“I haven’t heard a smarter thing come from your mouth, Potter.”

“Oh Godric, I’m in.” Remus said begrudgingly and Peter nodded with him, saying he was in too.

I'm just another thing for you to roll your eyes at, honey

You might have him, but haven't you heard?

“There you go, sweeties. You know what to do.” I said quietly as I set down a mama Niffler and her babies, the small group immediately filing through the cracked open dorm of Dolores’ room.

I gave James a thumbs up and he nodded, standing in front of the girls stairway as I also snuck into the room. I cringed as I heard the god awful singing of Dolores and carefully opened the bathroom door. I snatched her clothes and quietly muttered a spell which would turn her water into fake blood in five minutes. Which means I had to be quick. I threw the clothes into the bag I had put an enlargement spell on on the inside and went to her dresser before stuffing all her clothes in it. I locked her friend's dressers with a spell only I could undo and snuck back out after carefully setting the Nifflers - who had gained quite the collection of shineys - into the bag.

I made it out just in time as the moment the door clothes loud screams rang out. I ran down to James who was talking to an angry Sirius. Sirius took a moment to look between James, me, and the bag in my hand while he listened to his girlfriend's cries. I looked at him hard and simply shrugged before walking past him and sitting on the couch, thanking Peter for the Nifflers and Remus for the bag as loud footsteps came down the stairs. I sniggered as Sirius gently led Dolores up the stairs to the boys dormitory, the rest of the Common Room laughing at her crazed figure that was barely covered with a towel. Oh how much fun that was.

I'm just another thing for you to roll your eyes at, honey

You might have him, but I'll always get the last word

Whoa

(Come on, can you take it back?)

(Come on)

“You’ve got some real nerve.” A cold voice said and I jumped slightly, thinking I was alone in the common room. I looked up from my book to see Sirius glaring at me from the bottom of the boys stairs.

I laughed, “Do I?”

Sirius rolled his eyes and stepped forward, “Yeah, you do. You’re just a jealous prick.”

I snorted as I stood from my comfortable spot on the couch, “That’s not how you talk to a woman, Mr. Black.”

“I don’t care. You an arse to someone who doesn’t deserve it. Someone who's kind!”

I scoffed, “That girl is far from kind. You know it.”

“You don’t know her!” He said, raising his voice slightly.

“Yeah, well, you don’t know her either, Sirius!”

She's not a saint, and she's not what you think (no)

She's an actress, whoa (you know that you deserve it)

He was a moth to the flame

She was holding the matches, whoa

“And how the fuck would you know?” He fully yelled this time.

“Oh, I don’t know, man. Did you know she tried to kiss James?”

Sirius scoffed, shaking his head, “You’re a liar.”

“Maybe. She also put Peter in the infirmary.”

“He gave her a black eye!”

“Because she attacked him, for fucks sake!”

“She said he attacked her and you put him up to it!” He yelled and I barely picked up the sound of footsteps scrambling down the stairs.

Soon she's gonna find stealing other people's toys

On the playground won't make you many friends

“And you’re going to believe her over your best fucking friend? I mean, you’re goddamn delusional, Sirius.”

“And you’re jealous!”

She should keep in mind, she should keep in mind

There is nothing I do better than revenge (ha-ha)

“Goddamnit, she’s fucking cheating on you! She’s cheating on you, and you fucking deserve it. And I hope you two know that I’m not fucking done. I will not stop until I’m satisfied.” (I will never be satisfied, he will never be satisfied!) I yelled and stormed past him, hitting my shoulder roughly against his and ignoring the soft calls of Remus and Peter as James went to Sirius.

Do you still feel like you know what you're doing?

'Cause I don't think you do, oh (no, no, no, no)

Do you still feel like you know what you're doing? (No)

I don't think you do, I don't think you do (come on), let's hear the applause

“So, David, is it?” I asked the boy as I sauntered up to him, my button up purposefully unbuttoned enough to see whatever cleavage I had.

The boy looked me up and down with a smirk, “And to whom does it concern?”

I fake laughed loudly, jokingly pulling on his tie, “Me of course!” I said in a sickly sweet voice, cringing inside at myself.

“What do you need, beautiful?” He asked as the doors to the library opened, in the corner of my eyes I saw Sirius and Dolores walk hand in hand. Bingo.

Come show me how much better you are (feels so much better, yeah?)

See, you deserve some applause

'Cause you're so much better

“This.” I whispered and pulled him in by his shirt, smashing my lips. I smirked as a broken gasp filled the quiet area, barely opening an eye to see Dolores standing with tears filling her eyes, and Sirius looking confused. I closed my eyes, deepening the kiss as I raised my middle finger to the two. Paybacks a bitch.

She took him faster than you could say "sabotage"

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friendlyneighbourhood-parker · 2 years

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Coffee Days

Pairing: Peter Parkerx reader

Summary: A lot of people come to the cafe but from all of them one stands out, the guy who only comes when your coworker is around. one day after covering her shift you discover his love for foam art.

Word count: 4.8k

Warnings: n/a

a/n: hope you guys like it, as always feeback is appreciated! you can also read on ao3

“Can you cover my shift?”

It wasn’t uncommon for you to have your phone on mute, most of your friends knew if they wanted to contact you, calling was a very hard way to achieve that. Almost never picking up, of course she didn’t know that, not being friends and all, just people who work together.

You’re dumb lucky Michelle Jones

“Michelle I- “

“Please, can you cover my shift?”

Even if it seemed like a question she wasn’t really asking at that point, of course you could and of course you would, why wouldn’t you? It’s not like she hasn’t done the same for you and you weren’t going to say no hearing the almost plead coming from someone who usually was closed off. You sighed.

“Sure, tomorrow right?” Fuck the final that you had to study for, college wasn’t that important either way.

“Thanks, I owe you one” you noticed the relief in her tone

Your notebook was open next to the borrowed textbook when he came in. The guy who always came whenever you and Michelle shared a shift, you never saw him besides those days and a part of you knew he came just to see her. He always seemed like there was something more, a word or a question lingering in his lips after ordering his single coffee to go, but he never said a word, not once. Just gave thanks and left.

Better luck next time mystery boy.

It was funny seeing how Michelle, the most observant person you knew wouldn’t try to get those desperate words out of him.

“Come on dude! How long are you going to pretend you come for the coffee before asking me out?” she would say in another universe where Michelle wasn’t as shy as she truly was, or that was what you thought she would do. Of course that was impossible, this was the reality and there was just one Michelle Jones.

His brown eyes wandered around before he turned around deciding to leave.

“She’s not here” you said returning your gaze to the notes from the lecture, not noticing how tense your words really made him “she asked for the day”

You didn’t know why you suddenly decided to talk, every time he came there was only one task in your mind, avoid him, but it was impossible when Michelle was busy with other customers or you were up front, still his eyes always wandered to her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“You’re not as subtle as you think you are” you smiled smugly as you closed the books “You’re here for Michelle”

He looked like a kid being caught with his hands in the cookie jar way past his bedtime, both knew you were right and still his mind wandered between the one hundred and one excuses he could give, thinking which one was the most believable even if he knew noting would change your mind.

“Not even going to ask for your coffee?” you leaned on the counter with your head resting on your hand.

He sat down on the stool in front of you, there was no way his face could get redder than this. He was cute, you wouldn’t deny it if someone asked but the way he only came when she was around and wasn’t that discreet about it made the little alarms in your head sound as loud as they could

Caution! Danger!

“Just… one for here” he looked at your books, your hands reached for them quickly taking them out of his sight, hiding comfortably behind the counter.

The day was calm, the few people that came in only ordered coffee to go and the occasional donut on the side. Until he got here, of course, sitting drinking his coffee while making you company. At first you debated whether to put your headphones hinting that making conversation wasn’t an option, but then again your boss would probably get pissed at you if he walked it.

You heard him laugh when he saw the coffee you made for him, a frown face poorly drawn on it, you couldn’t help but smile when he pulled out his phone to take a picture.

“You’re really good, I love it” he looked up at you and you could swear his eyes where shinning with excitement.

“You don’t have to lie” your arms were crossed in front of you, leaning on your back with a sincere smile

“I’m not! I swear” he took a sip from it “Fuck it’s hot”

You couldn’t contain the loud laugh that poured from your lips with a shake from your head, you reached for a napkin and gave it to him.

“Here, you can keep it just don’t tell my boss” you joked

“Your secret dies with me”

“Hope you’re not lying stranger or I’ll have to…” you made a sign next to your neck and a sound that companied it, threating him.

You both laughed.

The little bell on the door rang, meaning another costumer needed your attention, you excused yourself and walked up to the old lady who walked in, two donuts to go. She smiled and wished you a good day before walking out again, you sighed thinking about how you really needed to get back to studying.

“Peter” you heard his voice again, for a moment you had forgotten there was another person inside the café besides you.

“Excuse me?”

“My name, I’m Peter… Parker”

For some reason it felt weird knowing his name, like it wasn’t something you should know, or not really his name just one that he made up on the spot but at the same time it felt like the most common name in the world, as if you’ve heard it a million times before.

“Your names is PP?” you teased laughing a bit.

“I actually got made fun for it a lot in high school” he seemed uncomfortable, circling the rim of the mug with his thumb.

“Oh, I’m sorry… I- I didn’t mean it” you mumbled suddenly feeling dumb for treating him like you’re friends. You don’t know the guy, remember?

“Its fine really, it feels like it was a long time ago”

Your conversation continued mostly talking about unimportant stuff once the line was drawn about where your new found friendship was at, he seemed nice but your guard was still up not really wanting him to have a lot of info about you. Usually people left after finishing their orders but he didn’t, still sitting there chatting long after finishing his second coffee and the biscuit he ordered

“You know, I just realized you never game me your name” he said after standing up and straightening his jacket.

You never wore your name tag, feeling uncomfortable whenever strangers said your name mid ordering.

“If you want to find that out you’ll have to come back another day” You sat opening up your books once again.

And coming back he did, your conversations became a regular occurrence and something you looked for every Thursday. You noticed how visibly tense he got every time Michelle was around and even if you wanted to ask him about it you knew the answer he would give wouldn’t be enough, he had the habit of not really talking about that kind of stuff and you never pushed him to do it.

“You know you can always just… ask her out” you couldn’t stand seeing how he was eyeing her from afar the past five minutes without saying a word.

“I can’t” he simply responded.

“Why not? It’s not like you seem like the type of guy who loves to spend his money on this crappy coffee” you said teasing him as he grabbed his mug and drank from it.

“Your coffee is really good tho” you saw him smile sincerely

“Thanks Parker but that’s not the point and you know it” you couldn’t help but look away, feeling your cheeks heating up, your hands playing with the end of your apron.

“Yeah but- “

“No buts, just talk to her” you cut him off

“No”

“Why not!?” you leaned in

“Because she has a girlfriend” he said as a whisper closer to your face “Her name’s Gwen”

“Oh… I didn’t-“

“Guess I was too late to shoot my shot” he smiled softly when looking at her

“How did you-“

“I’ve talk to her, I still came even if you weren’t around for a while” she looked back at him and he waved “Gwen comes here pretty often, I’m still surprises you haven’t noticed”

“Well in my defence is hard to find something you weren’t looking for in the first place” you said not really thinking about it

“Aww, so you were looking for me?” he teased you, flirting in a way he didn’t know actually worked.

“Yeah, looking for the total creep that was stalking one of my co-workers” You pushed his shoulder slightly “You’re lucky I didn’t call the cops on you”

“Gotta say, I’m feeling pretty lucky” he finished up his coffee and gave you back the cup “Can I get another one?”

“Yeah sure”

You took his mug and minutes later he had a new one, filled with coffee to the brim and a little broken heart decorating the top of it, you heard him chuckle.

“Are you kidding me?”

“What? It’s for you getting rejected, cheers mate” you said in the most horrid British accent you could make “It’s on the house”

He took his phone out and took a photo of it and then one of you, you knew how much he liked to take pictures telling you how he got a part time job at the daily bugle. Still most of the time you hated when people took your photo, you always felt like the way they turned out wasn’t quite right, but for some reason Parker always found the right angle or the right lighting. You felt like yourself in every moment he captured

“Okay honey, gotta go”

That damn nickname, thanks for the lack of a name he started giving you little names he would call you, sometimes ‘mystery girl’ unknowingly mimicking your previous nickname for him, other times it was ‘coffee lord’ and or rare occasions it was ‘Honey latte’ or ‘honey’ for short. You heated the way it made your stomach feel as if it was being turned inside out.

“(y/n)” you finally said and you saw his smile grow.

“Good bye (y/n)”

✪ -- ✪ -- ✪

It was your day off but you had some spare time before going to your next class so after giving it some thought you decided to go to the café, you knew Michelle was there and how much you like her company.

“Call me MJ, all my friends do” she said one day, she was behind the counter while you mopped the floor after finishing for the day.

You gave her a big smile.

As the months passed you had gotten closer to her, learning from her how she met Gwen at a college party and how at first they couldn’t stand each other but the fact that they were friends of the same group of people pushed them to spend more time together and finally two months later she asked her out.

“You should ask Peter out, you know?”

“What are you talking about?” you didn’t look up, focusing on how tired you were and how you had to finish up quickly if you wanted to get home fast, didn’t like to walk to home alone at night

“You can fool him but not me” she smiled “I’ve seen how you look to each other”

“I’m not fooling anyone, I have no idea what you’re talking about” you lied

Of course you know what she talked about, at this point it was well past a few months since he became a regular, coming every time you were on shift, sometimes ordering something others just sitting there making you company and helping you study. You’ve gotten to the point where every slight touch felt like a burn against your skin and you couldn’t stand it.

“Yeah sure, whatever”

The little doorbell rang and you saw the boy you were previously gossiping about leaning against the mirror, his arms crossed and his backpack laying besides him, he wore a beanie as well as the jacket he wore the first time you met. His smile was radiant and his curls were a beautiful mess.

“We’re close Parker” you rolled your eyes and continued cleaning

“I know” he smirked and took off the hat, shoving it inside his bag “I’m walking you home, it’s getting late”

You felt the mocking stare of Michelle before both of you grabbed your stuff. He was right, it was getting late.

You still didn’t know how to act around them, it was one thing when you thought nobody knew how you were slowly falling for the boy who would thank you for the coffee you made him and took a picture of the silly drawings you made on it, the one whom with a smile would make any bad day become just a normal day where he was there for you, because he just wanted to be with you. So it was a surprise when you saw him sitting on his usual stool talking with MJ with a smile on their faces.

You’ve notice how his gaze would change whenever he looked at her and how his tone softened as if he spoke to a deer scare of making a wrong move and scaring it away, it would be dumb denying the small feeling of guilt it formed in your stomach, you knew she didn’t feel that way about him and yet the way she looked at him, filled with love and a mutual understanding, it made you doubt and not about her but about you. It made you feel like maybe, just maybe, he would never be able to look at someone else like he looked at her and it would be even if it happened, it would be impossible for that person to be you.

“Honey!” he waved at you once he spotted you walking in, you saw the sheer excitement in his eyes and it made the presence of those hideous butterflies known.

You sat on the stool next to him, his knee touching yours slightly. You ordered a black coffee, not wanting to take a lot of time off of Michelle’s break.

“You can stop calling me that, you know?” you looked him in the eyes, his smile slightly dropt

“I’m sorry, does it bother you?” he seemed worried and you wanted to kick yourself mentally when he reached for your hand holding it gently.

“No” a little smile emerged on your face even if you tried to suppress it, Parker always had his way on you, his sweet smile coming back with a slight tint of red on his cheeks.

Michelle saw the same red colour on yours but decided to not point it out.

“Here you have it” Mich placed the mug in front of you and pointed at Parker with the cloth you use to clean the counter “and you get out of here, it’s almost three”

“Oh shit” he looked up at the clock on the wall “Shit! Shit! Shit! I’m so late for class, gotta go”

He reached for his backpack from behind the counter, leaned in and kissed your cheek. Michelle didn’t even try to contain that dumbfounded smile on her face when she saw Peter frozen at his sudden reaction, slowly turning to look at her. Your reaction wasn’t less funny, completely red face as you tried to find the correct way to respond.

Of course she knew how Peter felt about you, how he’s been trying to ask you out for months just like he tried with her before they became friends. She wasn’t blind knowing it all since he came in through that door for the first time, his crush on her and the small crush that she had on him. She knew that if he’d ask her before she met Gwen she would’ve said yes, but now she was glad he hadn’t found the courage in time.

For her it was like a little sitcom, see how long it would take for the two of you to actually realize that it was mutual what you felt for each other and how stupidly oblivious you were to it, to the point of keeping Gwen informed on the progress that you’ve made. She could already hear the excited tone of her girlfriend through the phone.

“Bye Peter” you only managed to say

And that was it, the sound of your voice calling his name being the thing that he needed to finally come back to his senses and remember that he was in fact late for class leaving as quickly as he could.

“If you don’t close your mouth I swear a spider is going to crawl inside” Michelle laughed and you rolled your eyes at her “Why don’t you just ask him out?”

“Why would I, I’m pretty sure there are a ton of people that are interested on him”

“It doesn’t matter how many people are after him” she packed a croissant on a paper bag and handed it to you “What matters is who he has his eyes on, that’s on the house by the way”

“Mich, you spoil me” you took it close to your chest and putted, gaining a smile from her.

“If I don’t you would probably wait until you get home to eat”

The bell by the door rang and a blonde girl soaked wet walked in shivering. Her hair was up in a ponytail and her schoolbag hung from her shoulder, quickly Michelle took a clean towel and ran to help out Gwen.

“Didn’t check today was going to rain” she smiled after MJ cooped her face between the towel and gave her a little kiss on her forehead “Hello (Y/N)!”

“Hi Gwen, I think I left my umbrella on the back, do you want me to get it for you?” she sat next to you where Parker once were

“Don’t worry about it, I have mine, I’ll drop her by on my way back home” Michelle placed a cup with her favourite tea bag in front of her and started to hit up the kettle.

“I’m actually glad you’re here, I brought you something! Was going to give it MJ so she could give it to you but I guess the universe wants to compensate me” She shrugged and reached out to her schoolbag taking out a little keychain

Last time you saw her you noticed the little keychain with her name on it hanging from her backpack it looked really similar to the one that had Michelle with her nickname hanging from her keys, turns out she made them herself and offered to make you one as well, you refused at first but of course she didn’t listen to you, slowly the people around her started to have those keychains as well. One of Michelle’s friends having his hanging from his old Nintendo.

“You didn’t have to” you took it and hugged her

“Told you I would give you one”

“You two get a room for god sake” MJ joked rolling her eyes before Gwen leaned in and kissed her.

“Don’t be jealous pretty girl, I only have eyes for you”

You looked at them, noticing how when they looked at each other it was like the rest of the world disappeared. It was only them and nobody could disrupt that, their gaze filled with love and the mutual knowledge that everything was going to be okay because no matter how hard something could be they would be for one another. A part of you wished you could find someone who would look at you that way and you could feel your stomach shifting when immediately your thoughts jumped to Parker.

✪ -- ✪ -- ✪

Parker: So your shift’s done by 8, right?

Me: Yeah, But I have to clean around before actually closing so I’ll be done around 8:20

That afternoon Peter came rushing, he had to get to college but wanted to stop by and say hi to you first and get his coffee to go. A while back he asked for your number and since then he would send you the photos he took of the coffees and lattes you made for him mixed with the occasional photo of you, so when you got a text asking if you were at the café you started to prepare his usual order.

A latte to go with one of your dumb drawing on the top and a biscuit.

Or at least that’s what you thought he wanted at first but then he just asked you out before you could even say anything, the order you thought he wanted still on your hands and if it weren’t for the other costumer that walked in behind him you would’ve stayed there unable to make a coherent sentence.

You placed the order on the counter, a paper bag with his name written with sharpie on it next to a smiley face and the latte “We are happy to serve” written on it. You stared into his eyes and then looked at the new costumer, walking up to him, for a second you backtracked looking at Peter before signing for him to give you a minute.

A donut, just a donut. You gave the man his order and looked at Peter, you noticed how he hadn’t move from where he was standing. Looking at you while his hands played with the end of his t-shirt.

“Yes Peter, I would love to go out with you”

He smiled and you couldn’t stop thinking about it for the rest of the day.

He walked in at 8 sharp, part of you knew he would do that but still worried when he showed up and you weren’t ready, you apologized for not being done and complimented his t-shirt, you knew he liked superheroes but never thought he would be a fan of batman. Of course he told you not to worry.

“I came earlier than you told me” he sat on his usual stool “I really wanted to see you”

You stopped on your tracks and looked back at him smiling before continuing your way to the back of the shop “I’m glad you did because I missed you”

“Oh did you?”

It was hard being honest about what you felt when your mind told you the other person wouldn’t be on the same page, but for some reason tonight felt as if the rational part of your brain, the one who filtered out your words when for a well-deserved vacation

“Of course I did… who else is going to help me cleaned their spilled coffee”

you poked fun at the time he rushed in the coffee shop with a coffee already in hand, how you faked being hurt for his betray just for moments later it being splatter all over the floor thanks to him slipping

“That happened once” he laughed pointing an accusatory finger at you

“It happened once…” you smiled “and I’m still waiting for it to happen again”

He helped you with the cleaning, you insisted for him to stay sited but he didn’t listen, he never did. You walked to the back gathering your stuff before walking with him to his apartment, he lived on the opposite direction than you and yet he always insisted to walk you home, texting you once he got to his place.

“How do you always get there so fast?” you asked him once “What are you hiding Peter?”

“I’m actually best friends with Dr. Strange, he thought me how to open portals” he joked trying to hide how nervous he truly was. It worked.

Once he opened the door you couldn’t help to think how small his place was, you knew he lived alone and yet it was a hard paint to picture. It was cold and lonely. That’s probably why he was always prancing around the city.

Your gaze stopped at the sewing machine on the table next to the window, and you smiled.

“I didn’t know you knew how to sew” you pointed at the bed asking him if it was alright for you to sit there and he nodded.

“Yeah, my aunt thought me how” he smiled softly sitting in front of you.

“Didn’t know you had and aunt, how is she?”

“She was great” he sighed and your heart dropped, you were about to say something before he continued, cutting your words “She and my uncle took care of me after my parent’s passed, I’m grateful for everything they did for me”

“I’m so sorry Peter, I shouldn’t have-“ you reached for him, your hand on his knee.

It was the first time you’ve heard him talking about his past, the first time he mentioned his aunt or uncle and you wanted to know more, you wanted him to know you cared, that you would be there for everything and anything. He didn’t tell you but just hearing you calling his name, something you avoided frequently opting for his last name was the best comfort you could give to him.

“Don’t be” he smiled and placed his hand on top of yours giving it a soft squeeze. “I’ve learned that she’s still with me, in my actions and in how I choose to treat others”

You felt in silence, for him the quietness was comforting it made feeling your heartbeat increase easier, the truth is he didn’t know exactly what to do or say to get that reaction but he was thankful every time it happened. For you the silence was unbearable, not knowing how he felt or what he thought.

“I uhm…. Do you want coffee?” you pointed at the kitchen not really knowing what to say and he chuckled

“I didn’t bring you here to make me coffee” he shook his head before getting up “I actually made us dinner, just have to heat it up”

“You didn’t have to” you followed him to the kitchen, your eyes fixated on him.

“I know” he shrugged putting the plate on the microwave “I just wanted to”

You couldn’t help but smile before leaning on the counter, he mimic the action his hands almost touching yours and the closeness feeling like to much and yet not enough.

The dinner was great as it could be, he apologized for having to heat it on the microwave but you understood, his hearth raced when you laughed and his face blushed when you complimented his cooking abilities. The hours passed while the two of you talked not really paying attention to the clock. His eyes trailed off to your lips for a moment, maybe if you weren’t as focused on his hands and the way his pinkie brushed the side of your palm you would’ve noticed it. He called for your name and it felt intoxicating, he leaned closer and one hand reached for the nape of your neck holding it softly while the other brushed a strand of your hair out of the way.

“Is this okay?” his breathy words fell on your lips, he could feel your shaky breath.

“Just kiss me”

And yet you were the once breaking the distance, the one to make the move and reach for that thing you’ve longed for all this time, the feeling of his lips on top of yours. They were soft moving along slowly, he didn’t rush in knowing how he got all night to indulge on you. He was the first to pull away, his whole face flushed and his breath heavy trying to regain himself, you thought maybe he was second guessing before he moved closer to you, his hand grabbing your waist to keep you near him.

“Peter I don’t wanna go” you closed your eyes leaning on his chest.

“Then don’t” he kissed the top of your head. “Stay”

You did, spending the rest of the night on his bed with his arms around you, you could feel his fingers trailing along your side, playing with your hair or caressing your back. His voice soothing as he talked and answered every question that you made him, some answers where easy and some were hard to say out loud, but you there for him and you made it clear in the way you looked at him and how your grasp became a tiny bit stronger when his words got stuck in his throat.

You slept there, wearing one of his t-shirts feeling him against your back, it was the best night of rest you’ve gotten in a while. When you finally woke up he greeted you with a mug filled with coffee with a really bad heart drawn on top it.

“Now I see why you think mine are good” he brought the mug to the bed pecking your lips.

“Rude!” he laughed sitting in front of you where he saw you taking your phone from the bedside table, taking a picture of the mug and then of him smiling to you.

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hcrringtonshair · 3 years

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I'll Make It Short

Sam Wilson x Reader

Word Count: 1492

Warnings: fluff - lots of that, a cheesy Sam, reader being a pain in the ass, mentions of smut (I'll make it +18 just to be save), a few cursing words

A/n: Thank you @speedycatbluebird for requesting this! I first thought I can't do this because for me Sam isn't all that romantic but for me I found a good way to make him romantic but not too ooc. I hope you'll enjoy this and I'm sorry for the cursing words and my failure to write it without hints of smut. AND sorry for me taking so long! Oh and This is not beta read! (As always haha)

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With a loud sigh you took the last bite of the cake on your plate. Eating this sweet stuff wasn’t a good choice while the hot sun burned down on you.

“Call me a superhero for finishing this without dying.”

You groaned while leaning to the site, resting your head on the shoulder of Sam who was sitting next to you.

His body vibrated at his laughter as he wrapped one arm around you and Bucky in front of you grinned.

“Aren’t you already?”

AJ, next to Bucky lifted his eyebrows and Cass besides him nodded.

“She’s the coolest aunt that’s for real.”

You joined the laughter at the table, feeling your chest warm up by the kind words of the boys.

“The only thing that’s left is that your uncle makes her your aunt for real.”

The murmured words of Sarah on your other side let you freeze for a second, and you look up to Sam’s face to check if he heard her.

But he was chatting with Bucky again and even if he heard it, he acts like nothing happened.

“Babe I’m tired.”

Hours later you still leaned on Sam’s shoulder listening to his stories about the fight in New York and his new suit to other members of the neighborhood.

The sun was halfway gone, but the warm weather and excited ambience wouldn’t let anyone think about going home.

Sam hums approvingly in your hair as he places a kiss on it, “We’ll go soon.”

You really enjoyed the whole day, but now all you wanted was to go home and cuddle up in your blankets.

“Come on boys. Let’s go home, it’s late. Say Goodnight to Sam, Y/n and Bucky.”

Two hours later, Sarah was the first one to stand up, followed by AJ and Cass even though they didn’t seem too happy about it.

“Good Night Uncle Sam, Good Night Aunt Y/n, Good Night Uncle Bucky.”

From the corner of your eyes you saw Sam smiling at them and even Bucky smiled by them calling him uncle.

“Good Night boys.”

You yawned with a smile and watched them go.

“See you later at home.”

A few minutes later only Sam, Bucky and you were left.

“I think we should go too. She’s already sleeping.”

With closed eyes you heard Bucky standing up, the bench he was sitting on scratching over the wooden underground.

“Nahh she’s not. She’s just trying to make me do what she wants.”

For another time his body shakes as he giggled, gently lifting you up in his arms and starting to walk.

“He’s right Bucky.”

Loud enough for them both to hear you, you mumbled the words which made them both laugh.

“If so, you can walk on your own, can’t you?”

Sam attempts to put you back on your own feet, but you protest by groaning into his chest.

“Okay fine.”

He softly laughed again, and you opened your eyes a bit to look at him but closed them immediately as he looked down on you.

“Ah god damn it, we have to go back. Buck go home we’ll follow soon. I forgot my phone on the table.”

You felt how Sam turned around to go back and heard Bucky saying goodnight.

“Y/n you’re not as lightweight as you look.”

“Thanks for that, you’re not as charming as you pretend Wilson.”

You slapped his shoulder, eyes open again and narrowing at him.

“Also you’re a bad liar. Your phone is in your pocket. I can feel it.”

The last bit of daylight showed him smirking down on you while he let you sit on the table.

“But maybe I am romantic and wanted to spend a moment here with you alone.”

“Don’t go cheesy now. You just called me fat.”

With crossed arms and a pouting face you watch him groan but laughing while hiding his face.

“I didn’t, I just said-”

“Anyways. You could have told Bucky that you wanted to be alone with me. I think he would have left voluntary when we would have start making out.”

You giggled on his frown but stopped as he leaned down, his face a few inches away from yours.

“Y’know what. I’ll remember that for the next time.”

He gave your lips a peck, but you grabbed him by the shoulders before he could lean back.

Pressing your lips on his you heard a growl from him which made you smile into the kiss and deepened it by pulling him even closer.

“Y/n…” You bit his bottom lip to stop him from talking, but he was stronger than you and moved back, only this far to face you.

“It wasn’t my intention to make out.”

“C’mon Sam, if you want to be romantic it’s logical that I think that we’ll do more than just make out. Besides, its one of the rare places where we didn-”

“It’s really hard to be romantic if you’re not at the slightest.”

He wasn’t mad about you, the ankles of his mouth raised up a bit, and you could tell that he already thought about it as well.

“Then you have to try harder.”

He sighed as he watched the calm water around you, eyes switching back to you as you attempted to remove the sweater from your body.

“Y/n no.”

He grabbed your hands, holding them to stop you and bringing them onto his chest.

“I try to focus y/n. Please give me a moment.”

“Focus on what?”

With closed eyes another groan left his mouth at your question.

“I’m tryin’ to… damn this is harder than I thought.”

He cleared his throat before locking his eyes with yours again.

“Why is everybody saying it’s easier when you’re already there.”

He mumbled more to himself, making you start to worry a bit about him and brushed over his cheek to make him relax.

“Babe just say what you wanna say.”

“Sugar I’m tryin’. God damn it.”

He took a deep breath, whispering several curse words before speaking up again.

“Listen. You know me, I’m not that type of guy who makes big speeches. This in New York was different.” He rolled his eyes at your frowning, “Whatever. I’m not this romantic dude, you know that. What was the most romantic thing I’ve ever done?”

“Making me the best Mac n Cheese ever when I was sick last month?”

“That was a rhetorical question y/n.”

“Oh… but you’re romantic Sam. You may not notice but for me the good morning kisses and cuddles are very romantic.”

“Really? I just think it’s… it’s not romantic for me, I think, because you just deserve it.”

You blushed at his confession, “See that was romantic too.”

“Okay okay umm… Well I wanted to say that I love you. I mean I really love you. After all this shit I’ve gone through, we went through…. All the stress in the last weeks, Flag Smashers, Super Soldiers, John Walker.”

“Now that you mentioned Walker it’s not romantic anymore.”

For a brief moment he laughed, putting his hands in his pockets before pulling out a ring.

You gasped as you stared at it, eyes switching up and down from his hand to his eyes.

“Now that you are really destroying my efforts to make it a proper proposal, I’ll make it short.”

He attempted to kneel down, but you stopped him by holding onto his shoulders to support yourself as you stood up.

Your legs had become jelly and your whole body started to shake while tears built up in your eyes.

“Yes. Don’t you dare to ask me that cheesy ass question. I say yes.”

He wanted to groan again by your move to hide him from making it right, but his view became soft when he saw the first tears rolling down your cheeks.

“So you will mar- Ouch.” You slapped his shoulder which caused him to laugh, “Okay okay, we’re going to marry yes?”

“Yes we will.”

Already sobbing you took him into a kiss, softly moaning into his mouth as his lips moved smoothly on yours.

“Can I first put that ring on your finger before you spring onto me?”

With a blurry view you watched him slowly putting that finger on your shaky hand with the brightest smile you have ever seen.

“I love you so much Sam.”

“I love you too, sugar.”

Still with that bright smile on his face, he brushed away the tears on your cheeks. Pure love and admiration in his eyes by your whispered words.

“You’ll tell my sister. She will kill me if she finds out that I planned it all on my own.”

“Fine but first I’ll come back to the topic that we didn’t have sex before on this place.”

“You’re really a pain in the ass y/n.”

“The pain in the ass who is going to marry you dumbass.”

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mrsmaybankhere · 4 years

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Ten things I hate about you

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"I hate the way you talk to me...

"Hey, Kook princess!" A familiar voice screamed behind your back, but you didn't even bother to look at him. You already know who it was since no one else call you Kook princess with so much mockery than JJ Maybank. His job is to laugh at you and he enjoys it very much.

"I know you heard it, princess!"

Daddy's girl or just princess was the other nicknames he use very often and you hated every single one of them.

"What do you want, douchebag?" You snap turning around and you almost throw your cup of liquor in his handsome face. Yeah, he irritates the shit out of you on a daily basics, but you admitted to yourself only that he's one of the most handsome man you ever saw. He don't have to ever know that.

You kind of caught JJ off guards. He didn't wanted to tell you something, he just messed with you because that's the only way he get to talk to you. And now that you actually give him the chance to speak, he doesn't know what to say to you.

"So?" You raise your eyebrows at him, your arms at your chest and your cheeks a slightly red because of all the booze and the dancing around with your Kooks friends. JJ looks at you, analyzing your features and the way your body looks in that yellow dress and he just can't think straight and lie to you.

"You look pretty tonight."

You don't even have the time to think about what to say because he just walks away from you, going back to the Pogues like nothing happened. But your first reaction is to genuinely smile, happily like a little girl who get noticed by her first crush.

And you probably were one.

... and the way you cut your hair.

"You think he would do a good job?" JJ asks for 100 times in that day. You sigh as you let aside the old Vogue magazine you were looking into, waiting for your hairdresser to be ready for your boyfriend.

"I told you this many times Jay, but yes. He would do a perfect job." You chuckle a little as JJ is running a hand through his long blond locks. He looks amazing and very hot like this, but it's time for a little change. "How can you trust John B to cut your hair and not a professional hairdresser?"

"It happened one time and we were shitfaced, so..." JJ says laughing and you quickly do the same, the little room now full with your colorful laughs.

"Don't worry. You will look just like Rafe after it." You casually say and you can see how big his eyes got, you biting on your lip to stop you from laughing and ruin your joke. Bobby, your hairdresser, got into the room just in time and you wink at them, especially at your boyfriend.

"I'll kill you." He mutters to you after sitting down onto the chair in front of a big fancy mirror and you laugh happily because you know he won't.

Twenty minutes later, JJ gets up from his chair and you can see the smile playing on his plump lips. His hair is still long enough to run his fingers through it, but shorter on side parts and at the back. He looks even hotter now with a fresh cut. How's that even possible?

"So..." You smile as you walk out of the salon.

"Don't say it." He says quickly, knowing you well enough to anticipate your next words.

"I told you." You say it anyway and you jump onto his back, forcing him to carry you back to the car.

I hate the way you drive my car.

"Fucking hell, JJ! Please, look at the damn road!" You scream and pull the steering wheel. He was too busy looking at Pope who was laughing onto the back seat.

Smoking on a hill at the sunset was a very good idea back then, but now you realized that JJ has to drive your mom's car back to your house since you don't have a driving licence. JJ driving was already a hard pill to swallow, but him high off his ass and driving? That's another level.

"Damn, you almost smashed that car!" Pope is laughing with not a single worry in the world and you want to slap them both right now.

"At least I'm not driving." JJ says with a smirk towards his friend, still smoking a blunt and driving way past the speed limit. They both burst into laughs again and you just can't hold your anger anymore.

"Is not fucking fun!" You yell catching their attention and for a few seconds they got quiet until your boyfriend speaks with a lower voice.

"Momma's mad."

He looks at you only for a second and that was more than enough. The car got off the road and stopped right into a tree. Luckily, JJ slowed down when you screamed and that probably saved your life. You wanted to scream when you felt the impact, but you just couldn't and the three of you stayed in silence for a while, not knowing what to do.

"My mother is gonna kill me." You mutter for yourself and JJ opens his mouth, ready to say something to calm you down but you stop him with your index finger pointing at him. "And I'm gonna kill you."

I hate it when you stare.

"She really did that? Omg" You scream while laughing with the rest of the Pogues, leaning your head on Kie's shoulder as you can feel tears on your cheeks. Nights like these when you all are around a bonfire with cold beer and some weed, telling stories and jokes are your favourites. Even more than any party.

You catch JJ looking at you as lean your body towards him, smiling but still having some tears in your eyes. As you lock your eyes with his you can see something different glaring back at you. Something you don't know how to explain. Maybe awe? Adoration? Love?

"Why are you staring like that, you creep?" You say amused but only for him to hear and you bite on your lower lip as his fingers slowly grab a piece of your hair, moving it away from your face. Soft little gestures like this made you fall hard for him in just one month of relationship.

"You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

You take a few seconds to realize what he just say to you only because you expected something like "you have something on your face" or "your laugh is ugly" because you are kind of insecure about it, but in his eyes you are the most beautiful girl. And not just outside, like most boys see you, but on the inside.

You can't say anthing because you get really emotional at his words, instead you just pull him into a kiss long and deep enough to hear disapproving shouts coming from your friends. You and JJ show them your middle fingers while smiling into the kiss, not ready to be apart yet.

I hate your big dumb combat boots...

"Come on, baby! Are you ready?" JJ screams for you to hear. He's been waiting in your living room, playing on the Playstation for what feels like hours. The others are already surfing without you by now and JJ loves to be the first onto the waves.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Couldn't find my new bathing suit." You say and you know JJ will forgive you when he will see your new sexy black suit. You bought it especially for him.

"Can't wait to see it, but come on. We have to-..."

"Wait." You stop on the last step of the stairs and watch his combat boots. JJ groans because you're not hurrying to leave at all and you groan because he's still wearing them.

"Jay, can't believe you're wearing boots when there is a heat wave...Seriously. You are gonna sweat your ass off. " You mutter while coming closer to him, wearing your comfortable pink flip flops.

"The girl with flip flops is talking about my boots? You should keep your pretty big mouth closed."

"Or?" You ask and a smirk is quickly to rise on JJ's face. He knew you gonna say that.

"Or I will make sure to close it for you, baby."

...and the way you read my mind.

"Guys, you know what I'm craving sooo bad right now?" You yell out of nowhere, making John B jump in his place in the hammock. You are on your period and you've been a mess all day. The heat is already insupportable and the pain you feel in your lower stomach make it even worse for you as you lay on the porch's floor with a warm bottle on your stomach, hoping the pain will go away.

"What's that?" Kie asks, understanding your pain.

"Burgers and melon ice cream." You smile, thinking at your favourite ice cream flavor and your friends chuckle a little. Right now that's all you need: some ice cream and your boyfriend back from work.

"I will text JJ and he'll get you some. Okay?" Pope says with an amused grin and you nod your head, your smile fanding into a frown as you’re in pain again. "I forgot there is no signal."

You close your eyes, but after a few minutes of hearing them talking about the hurricane that was here days ago, you also hear a motorbike you can recognize it from anywhere. JJ got up from it and as he does the Pogue salute with John B, Pope and Kie you can see a bag in his other hand.

"Hello baby" You get up a little and manage to smile at him, ignoring the constant pain. He smiles back at you, placing a soft kiss to your forehead and your lips.

"Hello beautiful. How are you feelin'?" He asks because in the morning when he got up from work, you were still asleep and you stained the sheets. That didn't mattered to him, but he assumed that you are not feeling too good now. Periods are awful, he knows from Kie.

"The pain is killin' me and I wanted some..."

"Ice cream?" He raises his eyebrows to you and opens the bag, pulling out your favourite melon ice cream, some chocolate and burgers for all of you. Your friends are looking at you, all speechless and JJ saw it.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He says, confusion all over his face.

"I just said I wanted ice cream and a burger..." You say and you almost forget about the pain because emotions take now control over you and your body. So much that you can feel tears in your eyes.

"You know me so well!" He pulls you into his arms, wrapping his arms around your body as he's softly kissing the top of your head.

"'Course I do. I got you, sweet girl."

I hate you much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you're always right.

"What a hell of a shortcut you knew, Pope! Thank you!" JJ says with a roll of his eyes and you look around, trying to recognize something but there are just trees. There's nothing you can actually recognize.

"Well, it was a good camping night guys." Kie says with sarcasm fulling her tone and everyone quickly starts arguing for nothing.

"Hey, hey! Chill out" You say, knowing this is going nowhere and you speak again after a short moment of thinking. "I think we have to go to the left."

"What? Bullshit. We have to go straight" Your boyfriend says and you put your arms in your hips, looking at him and already starting to get angry.

"No, I don't think so."

"I'm the best at orientation and-..." You just can't shup up so you interrupt him.

"Who ever said this, hm?"

"Well, actually no one. But I'm better than you anyway."

"Oh, bite me. We are going left."

"No, we're not."

And you should shut up right there because after a huge fight, you went straight and you find the camping spot.

After loading off the Van, JJ loosely grabs your shoulders and pulls you closer to him. A proud smirk on his lips as he's talking to you.

"Do you have something to say, [Y/N]? An apology maybe?"

You frown not wanting to do that, but when you try to move away from him, he pulls you even closer to his side.

"I can't hear you yet."

"Oh, shut up, you're enjoying this too much. You were right, okay?"

"Don't worry" He peck your pouting lips. "I still love your stubborn ass."

I hate it when you lie.

"JJ, tell me the truth. You did it?" You ask and you watch him impatiently, hoping to hear what you wanted and not be a lie. "You pulled the gun at Topper?"

He already lied to you a few days ago when it happened. You weren't there as you were stuck at a family dinner and later he didn't wanted to ruin the first night between you two. So he didn't told you what happened at the boneyard. Even if he knew you will eventually find out.

He just hoped it won't be that soon.

"Yeah, I did."

"Why would you lie to me, Jay?" You slowly ask and you take a step back, for the first time ever feeling really disappointed in him. He can see it on your face. He gets up from the stairs, trying to grab your hands in his, but you reject his gesture and you can see the hurt flashing in his beautiful eyes.

"Don't act like this, baby...Come on. It's not that big of a deal anyway."

"It's not? Do you really think that? Cause I think it is!" Your voice is higher by a tone and you don't want to turn this into a screaming match, so you just take another step back. "I need to calm down, okay? Don't call or text. I'll do it when I will get over it."

JJ said nothing as he's watching you leave the Chateau's backyard and he can't stop the feeling that he's letting you leave for good. But you said that you'll call.

And you will. He hoped so.

I hate when you make me laugh...

"Stop, stop it now please!"

Everyone who's hearing you right now would think that you are getting hurt or something. Thank God that John B doesn't have any neighbors because you are just begging JJ to stop tickling you as you laugh so hard you can barely breath properly.

... even worse when you make me cry.

"You want what?" You ask, your voice cracking even if you try so hard to keep yourself in one piece in front of him. You're pride is too important for you, but is getting hard to lock your tears in.

"A breakup. I'm sorry [Y/N], I really am but..." He looks away from you, trying to find his words and when he looks at you again, his eyes are watery too. How dare he? How can he be the one crying when he's the one taking the decision? "I don't feel good anymore. I feel like I'm caged up and I'm not that type of guy. I'll never be. I know that's what you wanted princess, but-..."

He didn't saw it coming, but that nickname made you slap him across the face. His head is now turn to the left, a red mark of your hand imprimed on his cheek.

"I guess I deserve that. But I can't be what you want and you know it...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

You don't even realize that you are crying that hard, not until you hear yourself sobbing and gasping for air in front of him. His face is a blurry vision for you, you can't really see him anymore because of the waves of tears, the pain shattering you inside.

"No, shut up! You're not sorry. Don't sell me shit." You scream and you run your shacking fingers through your hair. You wipe your eyes with your palms, trying to stop the tears and instead you just ruined your mascara.

"Please, don't hate me."

Tears are wetting his cheeks as well and you simply can't stand there with him anymore. You shake your head, still watching him while you slowly take steps back. You need to get out of here before you fall apart for good in front of him. You can't be more pathetic than you already are, humiliating yourself for a guy when all you wanted to do was to love him.

"Don't hate me. Please, don't." He says again and you want so bad to scream that you do hate him for breaking your heart, but you can't. Your lips can't move as you just walk away, almost running with a hand to your mouth stopping a scream.

I hate it that you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.

When you walked into the house with your hair and clothes soaked wet from the rain, your makeup smashed all over your face and your eyes puffy from all the crying, your mother already knew what happened. He wanted to say "I told you" because she really did told you that the Maybank boy is just trouble and you didn't listened to her. And as she hold you, she hoped that you didn't get to love him, that you will be fine after a few hours of sleep or a day or two. But now it's been two week and nothing could get you out of your room. Not even Kie and Sarah, your best friends.

You felt pathetic as you kept watching your phone screen, waiting for him to call you. To text you, to do anything to get to you. You even deleted his number, knowing you would want to call him and you did it anyway with a private number. He answered and you both stayed in silence for two whole minutes. He knew it was you and he was smiling with tears in his eyes. You didn't care that knew.

Listening to his silence was better than nothing at all. His absence was killing you.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.

You think that Kie, Sarah, Pope or John B are knocking at your door now, trying their best to get you out of the house. You went out with them for a few days for a few hours while you know JJ was working and before you had to meet him, you would left. But you open your door now and you can't leave.

You don't know what to say. There's nothing to say as you both are looking at each other. You can see on him the same dark circles that you see everyday on you. You are wearing his shirt and he's wearing your hairband at his wrist. You blink a few times just to stop yourself from crying again.

"What are you doing here, JJ?" You ask after seeing that he's beating himself up to say something and he can't find his words.

"I-...I don't know." You can see how dilated and red his eyes are. He’s stoned and your heart sting at the thought of him being here only because of this, because he can't think straight.

"Okay." You want to close to door, but his combat boot got into your way stopping you. "What do you want from me? I gave you everything I had, I tried to be the best girlfriend and-...And it wasn't enough. What more can I give you beside myself, hm?"

Not even close...

"What?" JJ slowly ask, shocked to hear that you are thinking this way. All this time he was sure that you hate him, despite him and regret ever welcoming him into your perfect life only for him to ruin it, but you were doing the opposite.

You think that there's something wrong with you, not with his damaged ass. You think that you aren't good enough, when in fact you are more than he can handle. That's the problem: you are too much, too precious and too good and he's the dirty douchebag who just found a diamond and he doesn't know his true value, he doesn't know what to do with it. In JJ's point of view, that was your relationship like.

"Why wasn't I enough for you?" You voice crack and you fall, but JJ catches you into his arms before you can hit the floor. He walks into your house, holding you tight at his chest while taking a sit on the couch. That damn couch when he made love with you for the last time.

"You are enough, babe. You always were enough, but I'm not."

"Fuck you!" You scream while crying and you try to break his hug around your body, but there's no way he's letting you go away from him again. "How can you say that? Don't you see?"

"See what?" You raise your head from his chest, his fingers tracing lines on your cheeks. He wipes your tears and you do the same with his.

"You can't see that I don't hate you? I wish I could hate you. But I can't....

...not even a little bit...

"I'm not even close to that....

...not even at all..."

"You broke my heart into pieces and I can't hate you at all."

JJ is the one who's crying now. You never saw him like that before, not even after the worst fight with his father. Sobbing that hard while holding you tight, his head into your chest as he keeps repeat "I'm sorry" and "please forgive me".

"I've never been loved like this, [Y/N] and-...I kept telling myself that I don't deserve it, that you try to change me because you don't love the piece of shit I actually am and...And I almost lost you because of that."

“Don’t ever say that. You are amazing and you deserve love and happiness.”

You kiss the top of his head, his forehead and his salty lips before pulling his head back at your chest, both of you trying to calm down. This shouldn't happen, but you know that this is gonna bring you even closer to each other.

"Do you still love me? Like you did before." You ask with a little smile playing on your lips. JJ raise his head to look at you and his eyes speaks even before his lips.

"Yes. I'm crazy for you, [Y/N]." You both meet in a sweet kiss before he pulls away, his forehead pressed against yours. "Do you-...?"

"Yeah, I do. I do love you, JJ. You have no idea how much."

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aaliyah-babe · 3 years

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The One With George Stephanopolous: Part Two

parings: joey x reader

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you were all at monica’s apartment and making tiki death punch, when rachel walked in,

“hey rach! how was it with your friends?” monica asked, and then you her and phoebe screamed, but when rachel gave you a death stare you guys stopped,

“okay! how would you like some tiki death punch?”

“what’s that?” rachel asked,

“well, it’s rum and...” rachel cut monica off,

“okay!” she took the jug and a straw and began drinking it,

“we thought since y/n and pheobe were staying over we’d have kind of a slumber party,”

“we got some trashy magazines, we got cookie dough, we got twister..” you trailed off,

the phone began to ring so monica walked over to it,

“oh, oh, and i brought operation, but i lost the tweezers so we can’t operate. but we can prep the guy!” pheebs said excitedly,

“rach, it’s the visa card people,” monica said, holding the phone out to her,

“oh, god, ask them what they want,” she pushed the phone away,

“could you please tell me what this is in reference to?” monica waited for an answer, “yes, hold on.” she covered the phone speaker, “they say there’s been some unusual activity on your account,”

“but i haven’t used my card in weeks!”

“that is the unusual activity. look, they just want to know if your okay,”

“they want to know if i’m okay. okay, they want to know if i’m okay. okay, let’s see... let’s see, the fica guys took all my money. everyone i know is either getting married or getting pregnant or getting promoted and i’m getting coffee, and it’s not even for me! so if that sounds like i’m okay, okay then you can tell them i’m okay, okay?” rachel frantically said,

“uh, rachel has left the building. can you call back?” you assumed they said yes because monica hung up,

“come on, let’s play twister!” rachel reached down and grabbed the mat, throwing it on the ground, it looked like she was on the verge of tears so you hugged her and sat her down on the couch,

“you should feel great about yourself! i mean look rach you’re doing this amazing independent thing!” you said to her,

“y/n what is so amazing? i gave up like everything. and for what?” she asked you,

“you are just like jack!” pheobe said,

“jack from downstairs?”

“no, jack and the beanstalk,” pheobe answered, expecting us to know what jack she was talking about,

“ah, the other jack,” monica said sarcastically,

“yeah, right. see, he gave up something but then he got those magic beans and then he woke up, and there was this big plant outside of his window full of possibilities and stuff. and he lived in a village, you live in the village,”

“okay, but pheebs, pheebs, jack gave up a cow, i gave up an orthodontist. look, i know i didn’t love him.”

“oh you see, jack did love the cow,”

“but, see it was a plan. you know, it was clear, everything was figured out and now everything’s just like....” rachel struggled to find the right word,

“floopy?” pheobe asked,

“yeah...” rachel sighed,

“well, look, you’re not the only one. half the time we don’t know where we’re going,” you reassured her,

“you just got to figure at some point, it’s all going to come together and it’s just gonna be... un-floopy.” monica agreed with you,

“yeah like that’s a word,” pheobe said, which made you and monica give her a ‘you serious’ look.

“okay, but monica, what if it doesn’t come together?” rachel asked you,

monica thought about it for a second, “y/n?”

“well, you uh- you.. pheebs?” you turned to her,

“well, cause you just like... i don’t like this question,” she shook her head,

“okay, see, see you guys- what if we don’t get magic beans? what if all we get are beans?”

you all looked at eachother,

“oh,” you sighed, lying your head on rachel’s lap,

it was about half an hour later and you guys were bummed out. monica was on the couch eating cookie dough, you were lying on rachel, who was lying on the couch, and pheebs was lying on the ground with her hair over her face.

“oh... i’m so sorry, you guys. i didn’t mean to bring you down,” rachel apologised,

“no, you were right- i don’t have a plan,” monica sighed,

“me neither,” you sighed against rachel who looked at you apologetically.

there was a knock at the door and rachel got up to get it, you followed her, “pizza guy!”

you opened the door, “hi.”

“hi, one mushroom, green pepper and onion?” the boy asked, getting the whole order wrong,

“no,”

“no, no.. no, no that’s not what we ordered, we ordered a fat free crust, with extra cheese!” rachel said,

“wait youre not g. stephanopolous?” he asked and you and rachel shook your heads,

“oh, man! my dads gonna kill me!”

“wait! wait! did you say g. stephanopolous?” monica asked,

“yeah. this one goes across the street. i must’ve given him yours, oh! bonehead! bonehead!” he hit himself in the head twice.

“wait, was this a small mediterranean guy, with curiously intelligent good looks?” monica asked,

“yeah. that sounds about right,” the pizza guy answered,

“was he... was he wearing a stunning blue suit?”

“and a- a power tie?” pheobe asked,

“no. pretty much just a towel,”

“oh my god,” you sighed leaning on to monica who groaned,

“so you guys want me to take this back?” he asked, and monica pushed past you and rachel,

“what? are you nuts? we’ve got george stephanopolous’ pizza!” monica took it off him before handing it to pheobe and running to the window, you ran after her.

she grabbed binoculars and looked out her window,

“you see him?” you asked her,

she shook her head, “no, but i see pizza!” she yelled making the other two join you,

“oh i want to see, let me see! let me see!” pheobe rushed,

“hello? who are we spying on?” rachel asked while you and pheobe looked through the binoculars, monica answered,

“you know the white house advisor? clinton’s campaign guy with the great hair, sexy smile... really cute butt?”

“oh, him! the little guy? oh i love him!” she ran over and joined you three with pizza,

“uh, wait. wait, i see a woman,” pheobe sighed, you took the binoculars off her,

“please, tell me it’s his mother,” monica pleaded,

“oh, wow, yeah definitely not his mother,” you sighed,

“oh... no,”

you handed the binoculars back to pheobe, “wait, she’s walking across the floor. she’s walking... she’s walking... she’s going for the pizza,” pheobe pulled the binoculars down from her face before yelling, “hey that’s not for you, bitch!”

your eyes widened as pheobes hand rushed over her mouth, she was shocked at what she had just yelled, you, monica and rachel giggled,

you guys had ended up spying on him by sitting on the balcony, and monica came out with the punch,

“lights still out?” she asked,

“yeah,”

“well, maybe they’re napping,”

“please, they’re having sex,” rachel told her,

“shut up!” you, pheobe and monica yelled at her,

“so, what do you think george is.. like?”

“i think he’s shy,” monica said,

“yeah?” pheobe asked,

“yeah, i think you have to draw him out, and then... when you do, he’s a preppy animal,” you and the girls cheered at that,

you were talking about things that you had done to eachother in the past,

“oh okay, i got one,” monica turned to pheobe, “do you remember that vegetarian pate that i made that you loved so much?” pheobe nodded while you and rachel started cracking up, “well if goose is a vegetable,” monica laughed,

“oh! oh! okay, fine, fine, now i don’t feel so bad about sleeping with jason hurley,” pheobe admitted,

“what?! you slept with jason?” monica exclaimed,

“you’d already broken up,” pheobe argued,

“how long?” rachel asked,

“about an hour,”

“oh that’s nice!” monica exclaimed while you and rachel laughed,

“okay i got one,” you said, rachel leaned forward to listen and the pillow she was leaning on fell off the balcony, “the valentine that tommy rollerson left in your locker was really from me!” you admitted,

“excuse me?” she asked you,

“oh, hello? like he was really going to send you one. she was a big girl,” you said to pheobe,

“oh yeah, well at least big girls don’t pee in their pants in seventh grade,” you laughed at the memory of rachel,

“uh! i was laughing! you made me laugh!” rachel argued.

you, monica and rachel bickered for a little bit before pheobe yelled,

“there he is! there he is!”

“where?!” monica yelled,

“right, where we’ve been looking all night,”

“oh, he’s so cute,” rachel sighed,

“oh, i know,” you said,

“oh, george baby, drop the towel!” monica exclaimed,

“drop the towel, drop the towel,” all you girls started saying, then the towel dropped,

“wow,” you all said,

it was way later and the guys had come home a bit later than you all expected, and you guys had started playing twister, you were stood in front of joey with your feet on yellow and green,

“okay, monica,” ross spun the wheel, “right foot red,”

“we could’ve played monopoly, but no...” she moved her foot to red,

there was a knock at the door and chandler answered it, the man handed him the pillow from earlier and he walked back with it,

“y/n...” ross spun the wheel, “right hand blue,”

you bent down which meant your butt was right next to joey and you knew he was having a good time,

the phone rang and chandler answered it, “hello?.. oh, uh, rachel it’s the visa card people,” he said to her,

“oh okay, will you take my place?” she asked getting up,

“yeah, hello this is rachel,” he said into the phone before she took it off him and chandler joined them over at the game,

“joey, right hand yellow,” joey leant down past you and put his hand on the yellow,

“and chandler, right hand green.” chandler bent across as ross guided him, “to the green, to the green,”

chandler had slipped a little making you all yell and fall over, joey fell right into you,

“god, joey! get off!” you laughed pushing him off,

“woah!” he exclaimed as you pushed him,

“oh god my head, good going chandler,” monica said,

“yeah!” everybody agreed.

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girlmounter · 3 years

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URGENT QUESTION TO ALL MY FOLLOWERS, I NEED YOUR FEEBACK!

Okay so here's the situation. I am asking you all to please please read this through and like, maybe tell me if I made the right decision... because I feel terrible about this. I would love it if someone told me if this is correct or wrong and I should've done something else. I'm not a popular blog, so whoever this post might reach (which is not going to be a lot of people) please please take some time out to read this through. I know it's a really long post, but I really really need your opinion on this. If you don't have the time right now, maybe just reblog it and save it for later. It would also help this post reach more people. Also please check the tags for the trigger warnings.

I have been going to a therapist for about 5 months now. My mom, as you probably know by now, is narcissistic and my dad enables her, along with my mom's parents who we live with. I have no siblings, and I just turned 17. Since we live in Asia, all you desi people know how hard society is on us when we go against our parents, who are supposed to be godly figures.

So all along, my therapist, (for confidentiality's sake we'll call him Sam, 21), has been bent on making me talk to them. I dont know why. I've tried explaining so many times that talking to my mom is not an option because 1) NARCISSISTIC PEOPLE DON'T EVER CHANGE and 2) my mom WILL use all my words against me and twist them into whatever she wants and later bring them up to bring me down. You guys with narcissistic parents know this shit too well.

It's not like I haven't ever even tried talking to them, I have! I've done it so many times, with a calm tone, in the most diplomatic way possible. There were times I tried to get the point across by crying and being desperate too. There were also times where I thought anger might work out.

It never did. It doesn't. It won't, because she is not looking for solutions or for mending the bond between us. All she wants is to infantilize me and keep me under her control forever. Mom and dad both want this. They don't ever want to let me out of their sights. They don't let me out of their sights.

A very long story short, I am supervised 24/7, I don't have much of a phone, I don't have friends, I don't have any family members who would support me, I don't have much of a family either tbh. I am monitored like crazy, gaslighted every single day, lied to, manipulated like hell, and babied to the point where it's just narcissistic infantilization and not concern anymore. To them, I'm a baby when it suits them, and I'm an adult when it suits them better that way. She doesn't care about what I think because apparently I'm a liar and to all those people out there who know the smear campaigning and the flying monkeys and the triangulation....yeah. All of that happens on a regular basis. I know I'm not providing any concrete proof and situations but please believe me. Please believe me. My memory is so shot I can't remember anything and i know it doesn't work out in my favor but please please believe me I'm telling the truth...

I have made three suicide attempts, I used to cut and was very badly addicted to it, and now I don't cut, but yeah I'll be sharing the reason in a little bit. Please hold on, this means a huge deal to me. Please don't scroll past this.

So Sam never really even had a smidge of doubt that my mom might be narcissistic, and I wasn't given the benefit of doubt either. After months of research when I myself figured that it might be narcissism, I told him and he went along with it. He does believe me now. But somehow I don't feel very understood. I dont feel better after I talk to him. I feel like my problems are trivial and that I'm just not working hard enough. I feel misunderstood and I never feel satisfied. I asked him for tips to deal with crushing loneliness and panic attacks and stuff like that, but I never receive real answers. When I asked for help with my suicidal thoughts, he just said that it's never an option and that's it. That's the only answer I got. When I asked for help with cutting, the only answer I got was that if I even tried to cut again, I'd lose him.

Like. Is that really how therapy is supposed to work?

Half of the time we just while time away, talking as if we're friends and I mean, it's a paid session. We're not very financially well off right now, what with the pandemic and everything, and we're paying him 2000 INR a week. It's a lot for us because we ain't exactly rich. That's like 10,000 INR a month.

I try to talk, I'm told that I don't stop talking and don't let him speak. When I don't speak, I'm not speaking enough. I dont feel comfortable anymore in a way that I think I should be with a therapist. I have recieved more helpful advice from actual PhD psychologists who are making videos on dealing with narcissism on YouTube. I feel more understood by them than I ever have with him. So many times I have left the session crying and hours later I'd still be stifling tears. So many times I don't feel heard and I feel like if I told him something he'd be angry. Sometimes he snaps and is like way too straightforward and it just doesn't do well with me. He doesn't support a lot of stuff that I support, like anti body shaming, especially for overweight people and stuff like LGBTQIA+ too, really. I'm mocked in an underhand way if I express that I support stuff that he doesn't really like. It's not straightforward but... I can't shake the feeling.

I do sometimes look forward to the sessions, if only because I'll have someone to talk to...but that's pretty much it. I'm not getting anything out of this. He claims that no one will understand me the way he does, and he keeps comparing my life to his, which I don't like. He says that in a way he and I both very similar and he relates to me and then proceeds to tell me about events in his life. He says that I'm his favorite client and now a good friend too, but I feel like that's not how it should be. And I do make an effort to listen to him tell me stuff about his life but...shouldn't it be the other way round?

Now I'm not saying that he is a bad person. I have loads of my own issues too; severe depression, crippling anxiety, overthinking every freaking thing, I'm like 100% sure I have complex PTSD from this childhood trauma, constant pain everywhere, crazy headaches, flashbacks, nightmares, hallucinations sometimes, and major emotion repression. I'm dealing with a million and one things right now and yes that might be causing me to feel worse about this situation than I should. I admit that I'm not exactly thinking about this in a diplomatic way...but somehow it doesn't feel right, and hence this really long post.

If you're still here, thank you so much. Your reading this is doing something that means a lot to me. Truly.

He exercises a lot, and he gave me a whole schedule to follow with the meals I should eat and the exercise I should do and somehow I never feel like I'm doing enough. If I miss out I can't tell him because he always reprimands me for messing up. I dont feel comfortable about opening up and then he forces me to do that and then when I do I don't feel better.

Lately, we'd been talking about how I need to tell my parents to their face what I feel is wrong with their actions, and how without that happening there's no point to our sessions anymore. Straight up went that if I don't talk to them on this Sunday, then we're not going to have sessions anymore.

I tried explaining to him many times how my mom will never change, how I don't want to enrage them further, how I don't want to give her more information on my life that she can use against me again...but no use.

He insisted over and over again on how she has no idea what she's doing to me, and if we just talked it out, my whole situation will be fine. This is just a huge misunderstanding.

I tried so hard to make him understand that that's not how it works for her, she doesn't want to resolve things and she'll just jump at the first chance she gets to use all my information against me, but no. I tried telling him that I have talked to her before and that I also used to think that if I just told her what they were doing wrong, then they would understand and mend their ways, I mean it took me YEARS to convince myself that it was never gonna happen! I tried it so many times and everytime I fell for this trap and everytime I regretted it but he doesn't get that! At all! That they're never gonna change!

Instead of helping me get over them, instead of telling me how to move on, instead of helping me grieve over my entire childhood... he was forcing me to talk things out with them, because if I didn't tell them I would be keeping it inside me and letting that fester would be bad.

I agree that it's not healthy for me to keep things to myself, which is why I talked to him right? And the things which are troubling me cannot be resolved with them because they refuse to change their ways!

The only thing that would come out of that family discussion is me at a disadvantage and them at an advantage by having all the latest scoop on my life and then have my mom (who is a doctor who has also done a course on CBT) psychoanalyse me even more than she does now. I'd be tailed harder. It will get worse and I know it. I've seen it and I promised myself that I would never make the same mistake of opening up to them honestly ever again. And here Sam wanted me to that very thing.

And I agreed initially, I tried convincing myself that maybe it'll work out and after all, Sam will be defending me and everything (even though he did say he would support them if he found them correct) but I didn't feel good about it. I remembered that a therapist is supposed to make you feel more at ease and let you take your own time to process through things and never force a client to do something if they had doubts about it.

And so I texted him today, and I refused. He said we won't have any more sessions, but I said it's fine. Because I don't want to go to him anymore anyway. I think I would rather have no one to talk to, than have someone belittle my experiences and just overall make me feel worse than I did when I first entered the session.

There's more stuff that was related to this, and if you guys want to know something before making your judgement of this situation, please please please ask me, message me, but please just have a bird's eye view on this whole thing and tell me if I made the right decision...please.

I would really appreciate some feedback right now.

Thank you so,so much for sticking with me till the end of this post. It means the world to me, honestly. I couldn't thank you more.

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okskz · 4 years

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Welcome To The Family.

Mia + Changbin

changbin is welcomed into mia’s family after having breakfast with them.

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[9th Member of Stray Kids]

“I’m nervous.” Changbin admitted, staring down at Mia. She fixed the collar of his jean jacket, going up to kiss his cheek.

“You’ve already met my family, why are you nervous?” She chuckled.

Changbin let out a breath. “Yeah but when we were only group members. Now, it’s different.”

Mia looked at Changbin slightly confused. “Binnie, what are you talking about? We’re still group members.”

Changbin groaned. “You know what I mean, Galindo. I’m just nervous, language wise, and I keep thinking they’re not going to like me.”

He gave Mia a small pout. “Seo, they like you. So you don’t have to worry about that. And as for communicating, I’m going to be right there next to you. You don’t need to worry about that too, okay?” She smiled, reassuring him.

Changbin smiled, going in to kiss Mia on the lips. “Okay, I got it.”

Mia’s phone went off, her mother texting her that they were already at the restaurant and that they were going to wait for the two. “Alright, lets go.”

She grabbed her jacket, and the two walked out of the room. But before Mia could fully go out the door, she peaked her head, making sure none of the other members were around.

Changbin snorted, opening the door wider for him to go out. “Everyone’s doing their own thing. Plus Minho has us covered.”

“Okay, but you can never be so sure.” Mia said, jogging towards Changbin. He grabbed ahold of her hand as the two walked towards the elevator.

Even in the elevator, Changbin wouldn’t let go of her. Liking the feeling of her warm hand in his. “This is stupid, but I like holding your hand. Maybe because we don’t get to do it often.”

Mia looked up at Changbin, smiling softly at him before wrapping her arms around his torso. “You’re so cute, Binnie.” She chuckled, kissing his cheek.

***

“Mia!” Her mother exclaimed. She stood up from her seat after seeing Mia and Changbin approach the table. The two went in for a tight hug. “So good to see you again, honey.”

“I’ve missed you guys.” Mia smiled, breaking apart from the hug.

Mia’s mother looked over at Changbin, smiling widely as she went in for a hug. “Changbin, hello!”

“Hello, Mama G.” Changbin said, beginning to speak in English.

As the two had small talk with each other, Mia walked over to her dad, giving him a side hug. Her dad looked at Changbin then down at Mia. “We finally get to have a one on one with Changbin.” He chuckled.

“Go easy on him.” Mia laughed. “He’s nervous.”

Mia’s dad went ahead and shook Changbin’s hand. Mia could see the nervousness in Changbin when shaking her dad’s hand. She smiled softly at him, reassuring him once again that everything was going to be okay.

“C’mom, lets sit and eat. I bet you guys are starving.” Mia’s mother said, guiding the two to sit down. “Also don’t want to make you guys late for rehearsals.”

“How was the flight?” Her dad asked as he looked through the menu.

“Long and tiring.” Mia said simply. She didn’t want to go into detail on what had happened before the took off. Her parents were already worried enough about Mia getting dragged off stage, so she didn’t want to make anything worse.

“Did you guys fly here or did a road trip?”

“We decided to do a road trip. We got here super late last night.” Her mother answered.

Changbin softly nudged on Mia’s arm, grabbing her attention. “What are you getting?” He asked in a low voice.

“Just eggs and pancakes.” Mia answered him.

Changbin nodded, placing his menu down. “I’ll get that too then.”

Mia laughed before bringing her attention back on her parents. She saw her mother smiling fondly at the two. “Do the other members still don’t know about you two?”

Mia slightly shook her head. “Only Minho, but the rest no.”

“Why haven’t you guys told them?” Her father then asked.

She looked over at Changbin, slowly shrugging her shoulders before looking back at her parents. “We like having our relationship a secret. It’s kind of nice people not knowing our business.”

“And, yeah, they are our members and they deserve to know. But for now we just want to keep it like this. We’ll tell them when the time is right.” She smiled. Changbin stared at Mia, smiling when she did.

“Changbin, is Mia hard to handle?” Her dad asked, laughing.

Mia groaned, chuckling as she looked over at Changbin. He was smiling but looked at Mia confused.

“He asked if I’m hard to handle.”

“Oh.” Changbin let out a loud laugh. “Yes.” He answered Mia’s dad. “Only sometimes.”

The whole table minus Mia began to laugh. She was only smiling. “Okay, can we talk about something else.”

“You know, you two remind me so much of your father and I. We met almost at the same age as you guys, maybe a little younger. We were only in high school.”

Mia began translating what her mother was saying, Changbin nodding his head as he took in the information.

“I did everything to make your mom like me.” Mia’s dad said, chuckling. “Every time I confessed, she would decline me.”

Mia couldn’t help but laugh at the fact her parent’s story sounded a bit similar to hers and Changbin’s relationship. “We’re kind of in the same boat then.”

“Oh really?” Mia’s mother smiled, wide eyes.

Mia nodded her head as she explained to Changbin what they were talking about.

“Oh wow.” Changbin said. “You’re really your mother’s daughter.” He then laughed, causing Mia to jokingly roll her eyes.

“He said I’m really your daughter.” She laughed. “Because I was the one who didn’t want to get together.”

“Like mother like daughter.” He dad then said, chuckling.

“Your father was also my first boyfriend.” Her mom laughed. “And my only. So, Mia. You never know.” She winked.

“Oh my god, no please.” Mia said, shaking her head. “We’re too young for that.”

***

“Thank you so much for the food.” Mia said, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

“Yes, thank you.” Changbin said smiling at Mia’s parents.

“You two are welcome.” Mia’s mom smiled. “We had a great time. Especially getting to know Changbin more.”

“He’s special, isn’t he?” Mia laughed, pinching Changbin’s cheek.

“Very. I can tell you two make each other very happy.”

“Well, mom and dad. We have to get going. We will see you guys tonight.”

“Yes! I can’t wait to see the rest of your members. Good luck tonight okay, honey?”

Mia went in to hug her mother, then went to hug her father. Her mother smiled brightly at Changbin, engulfing him into a tight hug. “It was very nice to have breakfast with you, Changbin. Good luck tonight.”

“Thank you, it was very nice to, uh, meet you again.” He smiled.

Mia’s father then went in to shake Changbin’s hand, smiling when he then pulled him into a side hug, patting his shoulder. “Welcome to the family, Changbin.”

Mia couldn’t help but smile in awe at the sight in front of her.

“Thank you.” Was all Changbin could say before walking next to Mia.

“See you guys tonight!” Mia’s mother said as the two walked out of the restaurant.

“See, that wasn’t so bad.” Mia smiled, standing in front of Changbin. “My parents love you. And now you’re apart of my family.”

Changbin let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god. This was nice. I hope to do it again.”

“I’m sure there will be many more of these in the future.”

“Sounds good then. How long do we have until rehearsals?” Changbin asked.

“Uh.” Mia said, checking the time on her phone. “About a couple more hours.”

“Ok, lets go back to the hotel.” Changbin grabbed ahold of Mia’s arm, walking her out of the restaurant.

“Wait, why?” She stopped walking, halting Changbin.

“So we can make out.”

“Seo Changbin!”

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ficsxreaderr · 4 years

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Music to my eyes [6]

Pairing: Single dad!Bucky Barnes x reader. (Modern day AU)

Summary: As a simple worker at a record store, there’s so much you want to do in life yet, which doesn’t involve a serious relationship and much less a relationship with a guy who’s a father. Once you meet Bucky Barnes you’re not sure you can live up to that anymore.

Warnings: None? Fluff?

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It’s Saturday night and, clearly, you went to your now usual breakfast today, and it was…okay. You sat at the usual booth, next to Sarah, obviously and had a very pleasant conversation with your friends. Now, you’re resting on your bed, doing some writing, which you haven’t done in a while and it feels great now, until your phone interrupts you with a call from Sam.

“Sam, I just saw you today, do you miss me that much?” You joke as soon as you pick up, and he chuckles.

“Of course I do, why are you surprised?” He jokes back. “You know, I really want to talk to you about something.”

“Wow, is it serious?” You put your laptop aside for a moment, giving him your full attention.

“Not serious but, you know, Steve’s getting married.”

“What?! He is?! How am I just learning this?!” You’re truly shocked, even more than when you found out Bucky had a kid.

“Relax, that’s the thing. He hasn’t been planning for long and the invitations are sent, he really wants you there and he said that since they didn’t have time to send you one, I have to take you as my plus one.”

“You have to? So you’re only doing that for Steve, huh?” You’re back at joking, smiling as you wait for his answer.

“Stop it you fool, you’ve not heard my point yet.”

“Well, get to it.” You demand, laughing right after.

“Bucky could take you too but he won’t because he’s too much of a wuss, so I am taking you and when he sees you in that hot dress that I will help you pick, he’ll drop to his knees and express his undying love for you.”

“Sam! What the hell are you thinking? If Bucky doesn’t want to take me, maybe it’s not a great idea that I go, what if it’s awkward? Sarah’s going to be there and…” You sigh. “I don’t know, Sam.”

“Y/N, that’s exactly why you have to go, you’ve got to show him that you’re not waiting for him to make a move on you and that you definitely don’t expect a thing from him.”

“Sam, but that’s the thing, I don’t want to be with him, I don’t want to prove anything to him because we’re just friends. I can’t be with him.” You know you need to repeat all these things to yourself more than to Sam but saying them out loud is quite helpful.

“What are you talking about? Why are you so stubborn to realize that you two are meant for each other?”

“Because you know me. You know me better than anyone, this is not the life I want. I want to write and travel, I want to make things on my own, for myself. I don’t even have a writing job yet, Sam. I can’t get involved with someone that wants a potential mother for his child and expects commitment so soon. I’m not saying he’s said those things but he’s a father and I need to set limits before I get hurt. Or before I hurt him.”

“I’m not going to deny any of the things you said, sweetheart, but how are you going to get over him then?”

“I don’t know, Sam, but I need to stop these feelings from growing first.”

“Yeah, you’re right. But listen, think about the wedding, Steve said he really wants you to go, he’s just sad you didn’t meet before. And Peggy said so, too.”

“Yeah, I promise I’ll think about it.” You sigh deeply, losing the tension that saying all those things brought.

“I’m sorry if I upset you.”

“No, of course you didn’t, you only mean well, Sam.”

That night you went to sleep at 2 AM talking to Sam and listening to his jokes and his scenarios in which you and Bucky got married, which he only started speaking about once you authorized him. After all, some jokes hurt nobody. He is definitely the best friend one could ask for and he certainly is the one person that understands

Outside the coffee house, Sarah has taken your hand instead of Sam’s, which obviously gave you an opportunity to bug him about how he’s not the favorite anymore.

“No, wait, I’m the favorite.” Says Steve, rather offended.

“I don’t think so, Steven.” You shake your head as Sarah hugs your leg and you stroke her hair.

“Daddy, we’re watching movies today, right?” Sarah looks up to Bucky and he freezes for a moment. He gives you a quick glance but you try to avoid it so he doesn’t think you want to join them, which you don’t actually.

“Yes, honey.” It’s all Bucky responds. Sarah lets go of you and takes Bucky’s hand instead. “What is it, Sarah?” He frowns, kneeling so he’s at her height.

“I want Y/N to come with us, I want to show her my favorite movies.” She tries to whisper to him but you listen, everyone listened.

“I will ask her, okay?” He kisses her forehead and stands up. You give quick glances to Steve and Sam who look at their phone screens so they’re not asked anything.

“Y/N, um…we have this movie…afternoon on Sundays, would you like to come?” He frowns, clearly thinking you’re saying no. For a moment, you hesitate and look down at Sarah who’s smiling at you, and you smile at her. Shifting your glance to Bucky, you take a breath and smile to him.

“Of course.” You almost murmur. “If it’s not a problem, I’d really like that.” You nod and notice how Bucky’s shoulders drop and how his lips curl up in a toothy grin.

Steve and Sam casually excused themselves saying they had errands to run and on your way to Bucky’s you texted Sam a code very easy to decipher about how you’re going to murder him for leaving you alone with Bucky.

“Daddy, let’s make lots of popcorn!” Sarah exclaims as the three of you enter Bucky’s loft.

“Yes, we’ll do that, Sarah.” He responds with a chuckle. “Please, make yourself at home.” Both of you take off your coats and he takes yours to put in on the hanger.

“Thanks. Have I told you I love this place? I’ve always wanted a loft.” You say, looking around as you always do when you’re here.

“It’s a great option, to be honest, it’s a lot of space and you can do whatever you want with it.” He responds as you both get to the kitchen. Sarah has gone to the living room to turn on the TV and look for the movies you’re watching. “Listen, I know Sarah can be…persuasive sometimes and I’m sorry if you’ve ever done something you…really didn’t want to.” He says as you he takes out the bag of popcorn from the cupboard.

“No, come on, I…I love being around her and I have…a lot of fun with you, too.”

“For a minute there I thought you were just using me to get to her.” He quirks up an eyebrow sarcastically, making you chuckle.

“I’m sorry I gave that impression.” You reply with sarcasm, too. You help him put popcorn into the machine. “Wow, I’m buying one of these, it’s so much easier.” You add.

“Yeah, especially helpful with a kid that wants popcorn almost every day.” He chuckles.

“Do you give her popcorn every day?” You tease him.

“No, of course not, but she does ask a lot so sometimes I have no other choice.” He presses the button and both of you wait. “What would you like to drink? I have wine, beer, lemonade and Capri Suns.” He says as he opens the fridge.

“Whatever you’re having is fine by me.” You reply as you sit on a stool. Bucky hesitates for a moment, he wants to bring out the bottle of wine he bought some months ago, he was keeping it for something special, but he doesn’t know if you’ll be freaked out if he does. He considers your answer, if you didn’t want wine, you would’ve said so. Right? He brushes off all the thoughts and makes a decision for once, bringing out the bottle of wine. You decide to take two glasses from the cupboard and he pours some wine for both of you.

“We can order some pizza if you want.” He says before taking a sip of wine.

“No, popcorn’s fine for now, I’m still kind of full from the big breakfast.” He nods and once the popcorn is ready, both of you make your way to the living room to find Sarah watching cartoons.

“Sarah, popcorn’s here, what movie do you want to watch?” Bucky says as you both sit. Sarah decided to use her little chair this time, leaving you both to sit on the big couch.

“I want Y/N to pick the movie!” She says taking a mouthful of popcorn. Bucky and you look at each other with a smile. “She can be really persuasive.” You whisper, making him laugh.

“I know, I live with her.” You laugh at that, making Bucky’s heart skip a beat at the sound that he’s grown very fond of lately.

“But can I pick the movie? I can be convincing too, you know.” You quirk up an eyebrow, making him bite his lip.

“Oh, yeah, how so?” He tilts his head to one side, frowning, but with an amused look on his face. If you had given into your impulses, you would’ve kissed him as he stared with glistening blue eyes and blushed cheeks.

“If you let me pick it, I’ll babysit for Sarah whenever you ask me to.” You whisper, hoping she doesn’t hear you.

His eyebrows shoot up in amusement and he replies, with a smirk, “You’re good.”

As expected the afternoon goes by so smoothly, after you picked the first movie, Sarah picked the next one, her favorite, Mulan. The best, and hardest, part of it all was how close Bucky and you were all the time. He let his arm rest on the backrest, leaving his side free for you to sit there, once he glanced at you and gave you an assuring smile, you sat as close to him, folding your legs beneath you.

Bucky froze the moment your head fell over his shoulder as you were dozing off, he kept staring at the screen but all he was thinking was how close you were to each other and how comfortable you were around him. After a moment of seeing you’re definitely asleep, he slowly slides his arm down, so it’s now around you. He let his hand gently fall over your hip, and his heart stopped at the feeling of finally being able to touch you and have you in his arms. Subconsciously, you snuggled closer, if it was possible, and let your hand fall over his chest. His breath hitched at the contact, unable to hide the smile on his face. He didn’t move at all, not even his hand though it itched to caress your hip and your thigh, he wanted to kiss your hair and fall asleep with you, too.

Fluttering your eyes as you start waking up, you have to take a moment to realize that, first, you were taking a nap, and second…you weren’t home. Your heart stops for a moment when you notice everything and you slowly sit up, feeling how his arm lets go of you, much to your dislike.

“How long was I out?” You run a hand through your hair, in a hopeless attempt to fix it. He stares at you with lazy eyes and a smirk, knowing he wants to laugh at you. “Don’t you laugh at me, you happen to be very comfortable.” You narrow your eyes and cross your arms.

“You missed Mulan.” He points at the screen as the ending credits roll by. He tucks a strand of hair that’s still over your face, behind your ear, and smiles. “Sleep well?” he frowns, almost in concern, as his hand lingers over your cheek.

“Mhm.” You nod and smile. He shifts his gaze to his hand and drops it, probably realizing he was lingering. You turn around to notice Sarah’s asleep too. “She fell asleep too, see?” You point at her with your thumb and he chuckles. You tilt your head to one side, not really noticing, and bite your lip. His laugh really hypnotizes you.

“What is it?” His voice gets lower every minute he speaks, making it even harder to refrain from kissing him. You notice you’re staring and blink rapidly as you come back to Earth and clear your throat.

“Nothing, I…I’m still dizzy or something.” You chuckle, too nervously for your liking, and you sigh deeply. “Want to order pizza?” You frown, afraid he noticed your uneasiness, but even if he did, his warm look lets you relax.

“Of course.”

Sarah woke up exclusively to eat some pizza, and the three of you shared yet another pleasant moment together. Eating in the living room, talking, and laughing felt so familiar, as if you belonged here, with them. Sarah said you’re the official guest for Sunday Movies and Bucky didn’t even try to fight it, he chuckled and said you couldn’t refuse the offer. You didn’t try to fight either. After a good unhealthy meal, Sarah said she was getting sleepy, again, and Bucky took her to brush her teeth and prepare her for bedtime. You waited downstairs, not really wanting to intrude in a moment that you’ve always thought was intimate between a parent and their kid.

“Alright, she’s out.” He says as he sits on the couch beside you. You look him in the eye for a moment, thinking of every possible thing to say, and there’s so much, but you can’t.

“I had a lot of fun today, you have no idea.” You shake your head in disbelief, making him smile a mile wide.

“I had the best time, Y/N, thank you for being so great to Sarah and…to me.” His gaze never parts from yours as he frowns almost apologetically and it hurts in a way because it makes you think of many women that might have dated him and were mean to Sarah or had nothing to do with her, and it really breaks your heart. Which is exactly why you don’t want to date him, so you don’t break his heart.

“Don’t even say it, Bucky, you guys are…the best company,” You shrug. “And I’m glad we met.” You blurt out and realize it might be interpreted in different ways by him, which is just what you didn’t want to do. Noticing how you’re letting this conversation go somewhere you don’t want it to, you divert your gaze from his eyes for a moment. He clears his throat and leans back on the couch, running a hand through his hair, making it look kind of messy.

“When was the last time you cut your hair?” You add with an amused tone, trying to break the tension that was starting to build up. He scoffs, faux-offended, and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Well, like two months ago, is it that bad?” He quirks up an eyebrow, challenging you to answer and you press your lips in a thin line, suppressing a laugh.

“All I’m saying is you need a haircut and I can help.” You shrug, mimicking his position.

“You know how to cut hair?” He shifts in his place again, propping his arm over the backrest.

“Yeah, I cut my brother’s hair all the time, and he got tons of compliments for it but if you’re so offended that I mentioned your long and uneven hair then…” You tease him, shrugging as if you don’t even care anymore, smirking at him, watching as he bites his lip.

“Alright, cut my hair.” You quirk up an eyebrow. “Please?” He frowns, making you laugh at him and he laughs with you, making the world stop for a moment.

“You do learn from Sarah, don’t you?” You narrow your eyes at him, making him smile in excitement.

“I’ll go get some scissors.” He almost jumps from the couch and goes up to his room to get them, along with a comb and a towel.

“What if you give me a bad haircut?” He asks after you’ve put the towel around him and have wet his hair with the handheld shower head. He sits on a stool from the kitchen, staring at his reflection in the mirror.

“Do you want a decent hair or not?” You almost exclaim, looking at him in the mirror.

“Alright, alright, I’ll shut up now.” He holds his hands up in surrender, making you chuckle.

“Well, you can talk, just not about me cutting your hair. Not until I’m done.” You point a demanding finger at him and he chuckles. Bucky’s heart leaves him the moment you run your hands through his hair in the most delicate way. You comb his hair so it’s all in the same direction, and he swears he could fall asleep under your touch. He tries to talk and make conversation so his mind isn’t so distracted thinking how he could get used to this and how right this feels. He knows it is, he knows he should do something soon, but he’s still afraid of losing you when he barely just found you.

You take your time, clearly at your advantage, to get his haircut just right, for moments, you stand in front of him, leaning over you can get a closer look. Your eyes find each other’s, as they usually do, and with a small smile, you continue. Once you’re done, you run your hands through his hair to make sure it’s even and then you comb it, so he can finally see it.

“Alright, you can see…and talk about it now.” You say as you stand aside so you’re not blocking the mirror and he smiles instantly, remaining silent for moment. “Please, say something, I’m dying here.”

“I love it.” He says, simply, unable to stop smiling.

“You do?! Oh, that’s amazing, I was so scared!” You draw both hands to your chest in relief, making him chuckle. “Let me just remove these tiny hairs.” You add, taking off the towel and brushing your hand along his nape. His heart freezes at your warm touch, and he has to take a deep breath to gain composure. He stands up slowly, turning to see you.

“Thanks, Y/N.” He nods with a smirk.

“It’s nothing, I’m just happy I didn’t mess it up.” You wave it off as you put his things back in the drawers. You turn around to find him a bit closer to you, and both of you stare at each other for a while. His gaze drops to your lips for a second and shifts back to your eyes. You bite your lip, more nervous than flirty, and you feel your breathing speeding up.

“Bucky…no.” You speak something you didn’t really want to, but what was right. At least what you thought was right at the moment.

Bucky never knew two words could hurt so bad, he didn’t know his world could fall to pieces and change like that with just a few letters. He takes a small step back, his shoulders visibly dropping and his chest deflating as he lets out a breath.

“I-I’m sorry, Bucky, I…I can’t.” Your brain is only letting out useless words that won’t make this moment any better.

“No, I’m sorry, I…”

“Please, don’t apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong.” You shake your head. “I just feel like for now we should stay friends.” There. Finally. Some. Fucking. Useful. Words.

“Yeah, no, I get it.” His voice is low, almost a whisper. “Let’s be friends.” It is so bitter, the taste of those words. He never wanted to say them, he never wanted to hear them either. But he is not about to let go of you just yet.

Life without you is harder for Bucky than he ever thought, it’s been a month since that day you left after he said you should stay friends, and he hasn’t heard a word from you. He doesn’t ask Sam about you, he avoids Sarah’s questions, which is probably the hardest thing as he sees she misses you so much.

He’s forgotten how many times he’s checked his phone hoping there was a text from you or he’s dialed your number but deleted it right after. He thinks of you almost all the time, he’s dreamt of you a couple of nights and he’s woken up with an empty heart as he remembers he’s not with you, not even as a friend. He goes to work and it distracts him a bit, but it’s not for long, because as soon as he gets home he wishes you were there waiting for him; he takes Sarah out, to play, to eat, to know new places and as much as she’s the love of his life, he wishes you were there, holding his hand and Sarah’s. With the wedding around the corner, he’s so sad he couldn’t take you as his plus one, he would’ve loved to sit with you, talk, and dance all night. Now he has to settle for the sight of you and Sam from afar and talking to a bridesmaid he knows nothing about…a girl he’s not in love with.

For you it’s been worse, you think, because you’ve to bear with the guilt of what you did and how you haven’t had the courage to contact him. Remembering Sarah and her excitement when she saw you only makes it worse, you know you hurt her…and her father, and it sucks. You keep repeating that scene in your head, it could’ve gone so differently, you could’ve kissed him and finally told him how you felt but you didn’t have it in you to admit it. Now, you’re trying to find a reason as to why you actually rejected him, why you were so scared of being with him, of his life, and there’s not one. Not one valid reason. You’re in love with him, you miss him, his laugh, his jokes, his voice, his eyes, his only presence was comforting for you. And you threw it all away for fear. And it was unfair for three people, well, two and a kid. Oh, how you miss little Sarah and her laugh, her little eyes, and braiding her hair. You never wanted that life, and you still don’t, but they were a good thing in your life and you can only wish you can have that again someday.

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shinrasfirst · 4 years

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥

My muse is: canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless /

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO.

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Are they underrated? YES / NO.

Were they relevant to the main story? YES / NO. (I mean? I’m not sure? I hope he will be more important, but as it is, he could have been cut out of Part 1 of the remake.)

Were they relevant to the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. (Except that he kinda saved him.. I can’t answer these questions, I am so biased.)

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO. (?)

How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. Depends on who you ask, I’d say!

How strictly do you follow canon?

There isn’t much canon to go on, first of all. I am taking what I can get and expand on it. There’s probably some stuff about him that I don’t know, because I am notoriously bad at researching things properly, and also I forget stuff. So.. he’s canon-based as much as possible, but then majorly fleshed out by my own ideas because otherwise he’d be a very two-dimensional character.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutual.

He’s wild and fun and crazy and could make for some interesting threads---

He is actually compatible with a lot of muses because he technically works for Shinra, but then doesn’t seem to give a lot of fucks about his employment status, meaning he can also work with the other side without me having to change his setting much.

He’s gorgeous. Look at him.

He is flirty and easy to smut with.

He has a completely unknown backstory that could be explored c;

Did you see that ass?

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).

He’s a bit nuts. If you’re looking for a predictable, soft, sweet romance or friendship, he is not your guy.

He'll probably die young. And there shall be angst and pain.

I’ve seen some people really reduce him to a maniac to lives on the road to attack random people. If that’s your idea of Roche then I am sure you wouldn’t be looking for threads with him~

He is tough to write love/romance with. Like proper romance.

He has a completely unknown backstory.. so my version might differ greatly from what you have in mind.

What inspired you to rp your muse?

I played the Remake and driving on those motorcycles was insane but kind of fun - and then shows up this guy who just drove right into my heart as soon as he popped up on the screen, laughing like a mediocre villain from YuGiOh. I thought that was all it was going to be, but I was thrilled to see that it wasn’t. I just love this character. I rewatched his fight scenes with Cloud a hundred times. He is so.. peculiar. I just couldn’t stop thinking about him, and then I saw a bit more of him on tumblr, fanarts and such, and I wanted to give it a shot :)

What keeps your inspiration going?

New headcanons about him that pop into my head. Finding other people who love him and talking to them & rping with them! Like with all muses, I tend to love them even more the longer I play them, compared to when I start out, because new stories around them develop, I get a clearer image of their character and backstory in my head, and new plans for their future :) On a more to-the-point level: quotes, poems, music, images, all those things give me inspiration. Also similar characters in other media, or stories that fit Roche and that I can recycle and reform into part of his.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO. According to whom? I am alright with the way I write him, or I’d be doing it differently. Would Square Enix think I am doing a good job? Idk. Do other Roche rpers think I am? Idk. Does it matter? As long as there are people who enjoy writing with my version of him, I am doing my job, I think :) There are Roche portrayals I find “better” than mine in some ways, more developed, but I don’t really compare myself in that way.

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO.

Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO.

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO.

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO. Yes and now because while I stand to the way I write all my muses, Roche in particular is one I haven’t fully developed yet. There are things about his story I am still unsure about or have no clear ideas for yet. So, I’m not feeling insecure when I write him, but I am not overly confident in throwing him in any situation, because something might come up that’ll require me to think harder that I’d have to while playing.. e.g. Rufus.

Are you confident in your writing? YES / NO. I’m no Rowling, I’m no Tolkien, I know that. But I think my writing is alright. I try to put some internal thoughts in my replies, describe the scene abit, offer some dialogue if applicable, and move the action forward. I am not writing a book here, I am writing something interactive, so my partner is my main concern aside from telling the story. I do feel like I’m doing an okay job at that, so in that sense I am confident in my writing.

Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO. I’m not entirely sure what this is referring to, but generally I’d say no. I can deal with most topics, it’s pretty hard to offend me, I’m open to most things, and there are very few issues I feel like they can’t be solve with just talking about them.

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?

It depends? I almost never get constructive criticism. What I absolutely accept is things like.. someone correcting mistakes I’ve made in terms of timelines or canon facts, because I am lazy by default and tend to not research something well and just wing it. So it might be that I’ll put some fake news into my threads that I have no problem with if someone corrects - actually, please do, I’ll gladly fix it. (Especially if they’re relevant to your muse.)

If someone dislikes a headcanon of mine or something that is particular to my portrayal of Roche, that’s really not something I aspire to change. I have my ideas of him and everyone else has their own. If a friend came to me and told me a certain headcanon of mine makes no sense because of the canon storyline or whatever, and it sounded valid to me, I’d consider that. That wouldn’t offend me. If someone just told me they dislike an idea I had, that is the kind of criticism I don’t really accept. That’s not criticism to me, that is a personal opinion that we disagree on. It’s not my problem if someone dislikes my portrayal, they don’t have to interact with it. I take no offense in that, unless it’s reported to me in a rude manner.

With regard to my writing? I don’t ask for criticism and I don’t really want it either. I know what areas I have to work on in order to improve, I don’t need anyone to give me pointers there. I have enough of that in my academic papers at university ;) This is a hobby, so I’m trying to have a good time and good plays with others, I’m not trying to win any awards. However, if I post a reply my partners aren’t sure how to work with (e.g. they need more dialogue, or more action) I am absolutely willing to edit it, no problem. Also, not just on tumblr/in the RPC but in general, people are really really REALLY bad at giving constructive criticism. It never ceases to amaze me how much people suck at that. Like I said, I don’t get offended easily, but it makes me laugh sometimes (e.g. after presentations at uni) how horrible the feedback comes across sometimes. And then everyone gets butthurt and I once again marvel at the fact that no lecturer ever gives advice on how to give good feeback. (I guess because a lot of lecturers can’t do it either.)

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?

Absolutely! It helps a lot. Sometimes it’s a real challenge, but those are necessary and very welcome while developing a character. Other people often think of things I didn’t even consider, so I welcome it when they come into my askbox with these questions :)

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?

Maybe? If it was a friend or an rp partner, I’d hear them out for sure. If it was someone I don’t even write with.. maybe not. Like, what’s the point? Clearly I made up my mind about it, so why would you come to me to inform me that you see it differently? Go right ahead, neither one of us writes these games, so both our versions are equally right or wrong. If it’s about something that could lead to an interesting discussion, though? I’d be interested to hear your thoughts.

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?

I'd say some people like chocolate ice cream and some like vanilla. That’s okay. I’m not trying to please everyone on tumblr, I’m here to write what I want to write and if just one other person likes my portrayal, that can be enough for me :) If someone dislikes my portrayal, they’re free not to interact with me.

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?

I’ve written more characters that were absolutely despised by a good chunk of the fandoms I was in, than characters who were loved, I think. I couldn’t care less. If someone hates Roche - or any of my muses - that’s their thing and has nothing to do with me. As long as they don’t feel the need to inform me about it or send me hate over it, what’s it to me? I don’t need people to like my favorite characters, it has no influence on how I feel.

But also.. why would you hate Roche? Look at him, he’s amazing :D

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?

Sure. English isn’t my first language, I’m sure I make mistakes all the time. I’m not embarrassed by that, everyone makes mistakes, even people whose first language is English. That being said, don’t go weeding through my posts looking for mistakes, because I won’t go back and fix them in most cases, so it’s really a waste of time~

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?

I think so. I’m pretty relaxed most of the time, and I try to be polite and kind in any situation that comes up. I don’t get offended unless you’re accusing me of something I didn’t do, twist my words, insult my friends, or act like a total brat. Before I start a war with someone, I’ll usually withdraw myself from the situation. I am pro-unfollowing/blocking if I dislike someone. I would never send anon hate or write a call out. I’m not here for that. I think we should all try to be kinder than we feel, we should all show respect for others and tolerate differences, and we should try to treat people the way we want to be treated. Live and let live.

That’s about it, congrats for filling out!

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hollandroos · 6 years

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Run To Me | Sequel to Blow A Kiss, Fire A Gun | Prologue!

PART ONE IS OUT AND HERE!

{Y/N} - I apologise if the read more doesn’t work on the origional post!

The therapist stared the small girl down. Little brown curls littered her forehead like springs as she fiddled with the teddy bear in her hands. It was a little bit tattered at the edges, a certain spot of fur matted together but it was the little blue bear that she’d had since birth, the one that hid at the bottom of her junior school bag because she refused to go to school without it… some days. Some days she preferred the small, white and slightly creepy looking cat that she’d carry around by the tale.

Her hands. Red, raw, bloody. Your own daughter, falling apart right before your very eyes.

“Rosie?” The therapist asks, trying to come to eye level with your daughter but it was difficult. Despite her blabbering on about how independent (without actually using that word) and brave she is, she struggled to even look into the eyes of a stranger.

“Rose?” You whisper, bobbing your knee up and down to get the small girls attention. “Can you talk to the lady please?”

“I don’t want to be here.” She mumbles, bottom lip falling into a pout. “I wanna go home.”

You take one of her hands in your own, thumb gently running over the little pink and white hello kitty band-aids. She doesn’t seem to notice, looking at the pile of kids toys that sat in the corner of the room.

“Harper just wants to help you like she helps me.” You try to prevent your voice from shaking and almost fail too if it weren’t for a quick side eye from the therapist. “She’s nice, sweetheart.”

Your daughter was never difficult, on edge definitely and you partially blamed yourself. She’d been bought up seeing you hide in a shell both of your old self and one of pure fear and terror, merely smiling and sometimes not even leaving the bed. On those days your daughter would lay next to you, a rerun of teen titans or how to train your dragon on Netflix. She surely heard your screams in the very middle of the night and saw you freak out whenever she was too loud.

“No, mum.” Your daughter looks up, her glassy eyes finally off of the teddy bear. She begins wriggling around in your arms, the small girl grunting as she fails down your lap. “I wanna play with the toys.”

You were unsure but eventually sigh, letting her go. The near-five-year-old jumps down, little legs making their way towards what children would call ‘Heaven’. There were lego pieces and board games and the odd Rubix cube but your attention was directed towards her little hands, the size of a large tomato but that didn’t worry you, what did was the fact that her hands were the color of one.

The therapist coughs gently, leaning forward in her seat. “So from what you’ve shown me I definitely see signs.”

You weren’t surprised, not even batting an eyelash. “What can we do from here?” You ask, foot tapping gently against the carpeted floor, a nervous habit.

“There’s nothing you really can do, neither can I considering her age. Rosie is young, this could easily just be a phase.” She almost shrugs it off casually, black glasses slipping down her nose and she was quick to shove them up again, eyelashes hitting the frames.

“So you just want me to-” You begin, with no success.

“You can bandage them, give her toys to play with and keep her nails short but that’s about it for now-”

“You want me to let my daughter keep doing this to herself? To sit back and watch?” You feel your eyes prickle and Rosie seems to ignore your sudden outburst. Either she was listening carefully as she often did, focusing despite your knowledge or she was completely oblivious, focusing purely on the game pieces.

A wave of anger washes over you, as well as fear and guilt. The system was screwed up, sure, but you didn’t know how bad until then and there. Your hands trembled, afraid that you couldn’t stop this, you couldn’t be the mother Rosie needed.

“There is nothing I can do. I’m sorry, I know it must be hard but you can help, even just by talking to her about what she’s doing.”

You grit your teeth, hands clenching around the arms of the chairs. If you gripped them any harder you fear the wood breaking off, snapping beneath your fingertips and causing a magnitude of splinters.

Rosie listens, wondering why the two adults were talking about her while she was in the room. The little girl was notorious for picking up things she shouldn’t and at that moment she was trying to decipher what they were saying and why her mum looked like she was about to cry.

Her chubby fingers toy with a Rubix cube and while she had no idea what she was doing, she adored the bright colors. However, they clashed with the pink and white that decorated her hands. The hello kitty ones were her favorite, definitely better than the wiggles band-aids that’d been forced on her last week by the teachers at school.

What was wrong with her?

{ Tom }

“I don’t care what you have tomorrow, We need to have a fucking meeting.” Tom spat into the phone, face red hot with anger. “Your girlfriend can fucking wait. This is important.”

His hands gripped the very roots of his hair, anger racing through every phone as the man on the other end tried to get out of it. Tom couldn’t completely blame him, he’d do the same if he was about to lose his head.

The silence was all that could be heard through the other end of the phone between heavy, nervous breaths and the mobster already knew that he had this one in the bag.

“I can try-”

‘Try’ wasn’t good enough, nowhere near it for the mob boss who had already been pushed past his breaking point by the same client multiple times. He was ready to get his hands dirty again, paint the town red and grey and make those that deserved it fall to their knees.

Tom turned towards his desk, fingers clenching around the cool gun, the metal making goosebumps arise. “You will be there or I swear to god-”

“Okay! Okay, I’ll be there.” Wilson muttered, pursing his lips together in defeat.

Tom almost laughed at the nerves that were visible through even the phone. The guy's voice shook with fear.

Tom hung up the phone, slamming it down on the desk in pure anger. People that messed with him and his business didn't get off the hook easily and this guy was no different- the fact that he thought he was made Tom’s blood boil. It made the wheels in his brain spin with different possibilities and ways he could show the client who the boss was in this situation.

“He’s coming?”

“He’ll be there.”

Words: 1524

Warnings: There will be violence, sexual references, and possible smut. (no guarantees) This story will also focus around both Y/N and her daughters struggle with mental illnesses so if you’re not okay with talks/symptoms of PTSD and OCD disorders the this won’t be for you.

Notes: Angels, I think you all deserve this fic after waiting so long. As someone with an OCD disorder (not the one that’ll be portrayed in this series), I’m so excited to delve into mental illness in fiction and do my best to portray it properly and just expand my horizons.

- There are a lot of dad/mafia series, so if this seems similar to yours then message me for credit.

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No Way Out (3)

Ama, you and your amazing moodboards might end me some day...amazing moodboard created by @everythinkpop

Author: bvizsoo

Warning: swearing, little violence

Pairing: Kim Junmyeon x female reader

Word count: 6, 204

Summary: You are the daughter of the biggest mafia in South Korea. Even though you and your sister promised to expand your fathers empire, you choose to live a normal life as well. So you became a detective and a single mom. What happens when you’re assigned to a very special case, to one of the most powerful gangs, that being EXO. Will you be able to spy on them and at the same time pretend you are the daughter of a mafia that won’t give in to 9 handsome men, since their desire is to unite your gangs, becoming more powerful likep this…

A/N: Hehe, after a long time here is part three. Sorry, but I had writers block and didn’t know how to continue it in order for part four to have sense. Anyways, this part isn’t very brigh, but I hope you will enjoy it! Feeback is appreciated!

I couldn’t see anything. Not because my eyes were closed, no, the room was dark. I slowly sat up, a slight dizziness taking over me. God, why was I feeling like this? I felt sick to my stomach too. What the fuck did Junmyeon inject into me? Oh my god—Yuna and dad, and everyone else...what happened? I rose to my feet, the dizziness stronger, but I swallowed and closed my eyes for a second. I need to be strong and escape, take Yuna--what did they do to her? My Yuna, if they hurt her I swear to god I’ll kill everyone in this house. I was still in the dress from the gala, so I guess it didn’t pass much time. I felt the fabric of the dress, and without a second thought ripped it at my thighs. If I plan on escaping, I need to be able to run and fight...and a long dress can’t provide those things. I stared around in the dark room, my eyes already used to it...but I still couldn’t see much. There was a bed, some boxes and a closet and a door...a door. I ran to the door and tried opening it, but it was locked. Of course it was locked, they weren’t stupid.

I sighed, leaning my head against the wall. I need to get the fuck out of here. The skin of my head was itching, so I took out all the bobby pins. I always hated my hair styled up with bobby pins. Bobby pins! I know this may sound stupid, but I could still try. I kneeled down in front of the door and searched for the keyhole. Once when I found it, I pushed the pin inside and started twisting it, hoping something would happen. But before I could get any result out of it, I heard some noise coming from outside the door. The sound of keys—someone was coming. I rose to my feet, hiding behind the door. Light poured in once the door was opened, illuminating the room. It was day, apparently. Hopefully I wasn’t asleep for too long.

“Fuck” The voice wasn’t too deep, his shoulders were broad and the guy was tall, this must be Sehun “Where are you?”

When he was about to turn around, I pushed his back towards the bed and darted for the door. I got out of the room and started running straight ahead, where I saw another door, but before I could reach it, I was pushed to the side. I fell to my knees, looking up at Sehun with a glare.

“Junmyeon told me to be careful” Sehun chuckled “You really are a tough one”

“Oh, really?” I rose up to my feet with a smirk” You haven’t seen half of it”

Sehun’s amused expression disappeared as he lunged forward, but I ducked and pushed him into the wall keeping his head and shoulders pressed firmly against it. Sure, he was stronger, but my leg between his legs wasn’t really helping him.

“What will you do, love?” He asked with a laugh “You can’t get out”

“Don’t be so sure” I scoffed, ready to knock him out, but it happened too fast. Sehun pushed his ass into me, his leg tripping somehow mine, being able to twist around. His right hand went around my neck, while his other hand pinned my arms against the wall. His grip wasn’t very tight, just the necessary force to keep me still.

“You are being too confident, love. This is my place, remember?” Sehun’s voice turned low, eyes glaring at me “Do something like that again and I won’t be afraid to hurt you, oh wait...what was her name?” I felt the air leaving my lungs when a devilish smirk spread onto Sehun’s lips.

“Ah, right. Yuna, such a little lovely girl. She doesn’t look like you though, but her character—I can see where she got that from.”

“Yu-Yuna...where is she? If you hurt her, I swear to god—”

“Don’t worry, she’s okay...for now.” Sehun said with a snicker and started dragging me after him. We went through more rooms, this place was huge...I had no idea where he was taking me. The carpets were red, the walls a light green complementing the design nicely. This place was lovely, if I wouldn’t have been kidnapped by them...maybe I would have enjoyed the design and warmness of the house or rather mansion. We went down a flight of stairs and Sehun glanced at me.

“What?” I asked with a glare.

“Things are about to get funny” He said with a smirk, and before I could react he pushed open the double doors and pulled me inside. Eight curious eyes turned towards us. There was silence in the room, everyone staring at the other...or more correctly, at me.

“I thought you said she’s a tough one?” Someone asked with a chuckle, it was obvious it was Baekhyun “I don’t see why, Junmyeon.”

“Oh, she is. Trust me.” Junmyeon said with a smirk, eyes racking up my whole body making me suddenly feel self conscious. I was in a room with nine men, my dress ripped with only half of my thighs covered. Even though I hated it, I slowly stepped behind Sehun, who was tall enough to hide my body.

“Aw” Someone teased “Is the little mouse afraid?”

“Fuck you, Jongdae” I growled towards Jongdae, who’s eyes slightly widened, before they turned back to amused.

“Sit” The guy from the desk ordered, and Sehun pushed me away from him, crossing his arms in front of his chest. I looked at him, raising an eyebrow before glancing at the door. Sehun looked amused, he probably knew what was I thinking...why wasn’t he stopping me? I quickly turned around but I couldn’t even properly get to the door when a strong hand gripped my wrist painfully hard.

“If you know what’s better for you and your child, I don’t think so.” The deep voice threatened and I turned back, glaring at him. Chanyeol wasn’t like Sehun, he pulled me roughly to the chair and pushed me down to sit.

“Try that again and I’ll kill you” I growled at Chanyeol as he walked back to where he was sitting on the sofa and stared at Kyungsoo intently. I turned back, glancing at Kyungsoo as well. No one was saying anything, I leaned back in the chair and rose my eyebrows.

“So, I guess this is your way of discussing business with someone?” My question was directed towards Kyungsoo, a few chuckled. Kyungsoo cleared his throat before a sweet smile was plastered on his lips, catching me off guard.

“Not really, Y/N...but you see, we’ve, actually Chanyeol and I had been planning this for quite a while. And since you are an important person’s daughter we had to make sure everything was perfect. Kidnapping you wasn’t our plan, however” Kyungsoo shrugged, folding his hands and placing them on the desk “Irene was still on the roof, and when we saw Junmyeon with you in the elevator...we took that as an opportunity. We planned on taking Irene, but Jinyoung was after her all night and it was basically impossible.”

“See? If you don’t have a boyfriend you are kidnapped.” Baekhyun said with a chuckle, making my palms turn into fists. He really was annoying.

“What do you want?” I asked, voice low.

“What everyone else, Y/N” Kyungsoo shrugged like it was nothing “Money, recognition, respect, a nice life but what I mostly want is...power. Your father has that, and I need it in order to get more powerful. It’s all business really, I have nothing against you or your sister.”

“So” I started with a scoff “You kidnapped me just to manipulate my father into uniting the two gangs? Giving you full power over his?” A chuckle escaped and I continued “You are all fools if you think that will work...we were expecting this, and my father won’t come after me nor will he unite the gangs.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that” Kyungsoo said with a smile “We’ve got our ways, you know. There’s a reason why we are known to be ruthless.”

“Ruthless my ass” I rolled my eyes “For the past month that I’ve been following you, all you idiots did in the house was play games, get drunk, prank each other and other stupid things that only a five years old would do”

“Hey! How do you know about that!” Jongin exclaimed, eyes wide and offended.

“Oh, please” I sighed “I thought you were more intelligent?”

“What do you mean?” Junmyeon’s eyes furrowed.

“There are CCTV’s around all the house.”

“I told you guys there was something weird with the painting” Minseok scoffed, glaring at no one in particular.

“Which house are you talking about?” Kyungsoo asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“The one you bought two months ago, in that quiet neighbourhood. Wendy, the maid—”

“Ah, that hot girl!” Baekhyun exclaimed.

“Wendy—She is one of yours, isn’t she?” Chanyeol’s voice rang in the room.

“Bingo. You finally realised, congrats!” I exclaimed, sarcasm dripping in my voice.

“Seungwan, right? From Red Velvet?” Kyungsoo’s eyes were focused on me.

“Exactly”

“The gang your sister made—You are part of it as well, right?”

“Not exactly.” I shurgged “I just work with them, and help my father out. I’m really not into this mafia life, so you really kidnapped the wrong person—If we are already talking about this, where’s Yuna and why did you take her?”

“She was there, so I took her too” Sehun said with a shrug. I slowly turned my head towards him, my anger starting to build.

“You took her?”

“Yeah” He shrugged again, only adding to my anger “She is already a tough one, she bit my arm for god’s sake. She said she’ll beat my ass, cute. She was playing hide and seek with me, the mistake she made was start crying so I found her and—” I jumped up from the chair and in a second my hand were around Sehun’s neck, squeezing with all my force. Sehun’s face suddenly turned pale, his eyes widening.

“Get her off!” He tried exclaiming, but he wasn’t able to speak properly.

“You fucking asshole!” I exclaimed, feeling arms around my forearms but I didn’t let them pull me away “You could have left her there! Why did you take her? You pervert! If I find a scratch on her—”

“Take her off him, what the fuck!” Chanyeol’s voice boomed in the room, and I felt a different pair of arms around my stomach, way too familiar.

“She’s—” Sehun chocked out, barely getting oxygen by now “o-okay.”

“Y/N” Junmyeon growled in my ear. One of his hands from my stomach suddenly lifted up to my throat and he pushed my head harshly against his shoulder, with his other hand ripping my hands away from Sehun. Sehun started coughing and rubbed his neck, while Junmyeon was holding me firmly.

“You—don’t touch me” I growled, pulling away harshly from Junmyeon and glaring at him.

“Y/N” Kyungsoo’s voice wasn’t light anymore “if you do something like that again, things will turn ugly. And I really don’t want such little girl murdered in my house, please...take a seat.” He at least said please, and no…I didn’t want Yuna dead either.

“Yuna is fine, I checked her myself. She is currently sleeping in Sehun’s room.” I fought the urge to punch Sehun as Junmyeon pushed me back into the seat, this time his hands remaining around my shoulder.

“Don’t touch me” I shrugged off his hands. Junmyeon tried placing them back, but I turned around and glared at him “I said, don’t touch me.”

“For god’s sake” Chanyeol sighed loudly, running his fingers through his hair “Minseok, keep her in the seat.”

“But she—”

“It’s clear she doesn’t want you to touch her, Junmyeon.” Chanyeol rolled his eyes “And we won’t be able to hold a conversation like that, step aside.” Junmyeon’s jaw tightened as he glanced at me, before sitting down beside Chanyeol on the sofa.

“Why did you kill my mother?” Finally, the question that was rotting inside of me.

“Ah—” Kyungsoo stood up “That’s for Chanyeol to explain.” Chanyeol walked up to where Kyungsoo was sitting before, Yixing at his side.

“Your mother—That’s quite a funny story.”

“I don’t care, just tell me exactly why” I rolled my eyes.

“You see, all mafias do illegal things. And well, I was having some business downtown and it just happened that your mother was in the same pub with me. I had to meet up with someone, while she was with Siwon—we all know how she’s cheating on your father—”

“Get to the fucking point” I said through gritted teeth. That’s why it doesn’t hurt that she’s dead, she never cared about me. Her favorite was always Irene. She was never there for dad, she just used him for his money.

“She heard something she shouldn’t have. I threatened her but she laughed it off. So, I took matters into my hands and well—Jongdae and Minseok did a good job.” Chanyeol shrugged, finally getting out the essential.

“At least she won’t be wasting dad’s money. You really did me a favour.” I shrugged.

“What?” Jongin’s voice was loud in the room.

“I was never in a good relation with my mother. She was rude, never cared about us and used father—so why should I hurt that she’s dead?” I huffed, rolling my eyes as well.

“That’s—cruel.”

“Oh, Jongin…always so soft” Baekhyun teased and Jongin glared at him.

“So we are clear then—” Chanyeol stood up “You are staying here until we make a deal with your father. Everyone, you are free.”

“Wait—Yuna. I want to see Yuna.” I stood up, Minseok’s hands were instantly gripping my arms.

“Not yet” Chanyeol mumbled as he walked out of the room.

“No, I need to see her right now!” I exclaimed, turning around, trying to walk after Chanyeol but Minseok was strong “I need to make sure she’s fine!”

“She is fine.” Yixing said, stopping in the doorway.

“Right, because I trust you?” I scoffed, glaring at him “I need to see her right now!”

“Well you won’t” Minseok rolled his eyes, pulling me forward.

“Sehun has her, right?” I suddenly snapped my eyes at Sehun, who was standing beside Jongin and Baekhyun “She’s with you, right? You took her so she must be with you, take me to her.”

“He won’t” Baekhyun rolled his eyes.

“I wasn’t talking to you, you perverted idiot” I said through gritted teeth “Sehun—”

“She is fine for fuck’s sake, okay! She was sleeping when I checked her, okay!” Sehun suddenly exclaimed, his voice raspy.

“I swear to god—” Minseok scoffed and started pulling me out “If you hurt her or lay a single finger wrongly on her I’ll kill you, Oh Sehun! Anyone look at her in the wrong way and I’ll kill you, I don’t care!”

“Woman” Minseok rolled his eyes “Stop shouting in my ear, okay? And you’ll wake the kid, yeah?”

“Why? Is Sehun’s room on this floor?” I whipped my head at Minseok.

“No, his room—” He suddenly stopped talking, stopping himself from falling into my trap “I won’t tell you that.” I groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose. Where was my Yuna?

“Junmyeon—”

“I’ll take her” Junmyeon said, voice stern.

“Chanyeol—”

“Didn’t say who should take her, so I’ll take her.” Junmyeon took a step closer, eyes hard.

“I’m not going anywhere with him” I scoffed, gripping Minseok’s wrist “Take me wherever you want to”

“Oh, is that so?” A smirk appeared on Minseok’s lips and for a moment I wanted to run up to Junmyeon. But I wasn’t going to do that, I was kidnapped because of him.

“Y/N, you are coming with me.” Junmyeon growled, pulling me away from Minseok, holding me in a tight grip.

“No, I’m not” I tried pushing his hand off, but he didn’t even bulge. He started pulling me down the hallway, we climbed the stairs before I was pulled into a room. The room was big, with a big bed in the centre. There was a walk in closet, and a TV opposite the bed. There was a desk as well, some papers on top of it and a laptop. There were at least two plants in the room, and a big window that was covered with a curtain and blinds, that were down. There was another door, that probably leading to a bathroom.

“Go take a shower, I’ll leave some clothes on the bed while I make some lunch for you.” Junmyeon pushed me towards the bathroom door. Even though I needed that shower, I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

“No, but thanks” I scoffed.

“Drop that attitude and do as I say” Junmyeon growled “You are not home here, this is my home and I command.”

“No offence, Junmyeon. But I think this is Kyungsoo’s home and he is the one that commands, not you.” I said with a small smirk, glancing around while saying that.

“Go shower, now” Junmyeon glared at me as he stood close. I swallowed, because I didn’t like the way he was looking at me or the way he made me feel. My heart was beating fast as if it was expecting something else to happen, remembering his not so innocent touches from the elevator. I took a step a back, turning around, needing to get away. I pushed the bathroom door open and made sure to slam it after me.

The bathroom was big as well, pretty nice with light colors. It’s not like I haven’t seen something like this before...I was raised in a mansion myself.

There were clean towels placed beside the sink. Did Junmyeon plan all of this? Did he know he was going to take me to his room? Whatever...I stripped out of the beautiful but now ripped golden dress. I slid underneath the warm water, letting it warm my cold body. It felt nice, washing away everything...if only it was this easy. Why did I even get myself involved? Because I wanted to make dad proud, and prove that I was capable of things too. The girls were too eager when they heard my plan...maybe that’s why we failed after all. I was kidnapped, together with my daughter and I assume my father. I just hope that Irene and the rest of the girls are okay. What happened at 11? Did they leave the building? Was it just something to scare us?

I didn’t have a choice, so I used the shampoo that was displayed for me...which was Junmyeon’s. And even though I didn’t stand close enough to him today to feel his scent, I could still remember his scent when we were in the elevator...I smelled awfully like him, and I should hate it...but I can’t bring myself to it.

I secured the towel around me and made sure to brush my teeth using the tooth paste and my finger. I brushed my hair as well as I could with the help of my fingers, still wet, falling against my shoulders. First, I opened the door slightly, peeking out to see if there was anyone. Junmyeon was gone, but the TV was on. It was the news playing, and since Junmyeon wasn’t in the room, I walked inside. Like he said, on his bed I found some clean clothes. Some black shorts, that surprisingly fit well and a white shirt that was too big on me and it smelt like Junmyeon. I swallowed, trying to push away the feeling I was getting from only his scent. I glanced around the room, already walking towards the window when suddenly something caught my attention. The news…I quickly turned up the volume, staring wide eyed at what the lady was saying. The whole building, the whole building exploded! Many people died and many were injured and it happened at eleven o’clock. I suddenly felt dizzy and had to sit down. Irene, Seulgi, Wendy, Joy and Yerin...the boys...they were in that building. What if…what if they didn’t get out on time? I felt tears in my eyes...no they aren’t dead!

A ringtone startled me, making me look around in the room. On the desk, there was a cell phone. Junmyeon’s...so careless. I waited until the call ended and thankfully his phone wasn’t locked. With trembling fingers I punched in the numbers I memorized a long time ago. It started to ring, it felt like my heart will explode the longer the call lasted. And when I was about to hang up, she picked up.

“Hello?” Her voice sounded tired.

“Unnie!” A tear fell, as I felt myself falling to my knees “You are alive”

“Y-Y/N?” Irene’s voice trembled “You are—alive?”

“Yes, unnie—” I whined, a few tears landing on my cheek “I was kidnapped”

“What? Are you okay, where are you?” She sound frantic and I heard movement around her.

“EXO, they took me and Yuna and I think father as well.” I quickly explained “The boys—”

“They are fine, shocked but okay.” Irene quickly rushed “I need you to tell me where you are”

“I don’t—I don’t know.” I whispered, standing up.

“Tell me everything you’ve seen so far.”

“Wait—There’s a window, I just need to pull the blinds.” I quickly ran to the window and pulled the blind up. There was a nice scenery, everything green and a small river. I could see a house nearby.

“I think—The Han river?” I asked confused, it couldn’t be. It would be too obvious “I see a river. It’s big, okay. And everything is green and a few houses nearby.”

“Can you make the call last longer? Jackson is tracking the phone.” Irene sounded tense.

“I don’t know when will Junmyeon come back, I’m—I’m afraid they will hurt Yuna, unnie.” I whispered, closing the blinds.

“If they lay a finger on her, I will kill them myself.” Jackson muttered darkly and I sighed.

“Are you done tracking it?”

“Just a little—”

“Y/N?” Fuck! I quickly turned around, clutching the phone behind my back.

“Uh, yeah?” I asked, somewhat unsure. Did he hear me? See me perhaps?

“I brought you food.” He nodded towards the tray in his hands.

“Okay” I looked at him, slowly walking towards him. He walked deeper into the room, towards the bed. When he turned his back I quickly placed his phone back on the desk...the call long ended. They weren’t able to track me. At least I know they are fine. Junmyeon stared at me expectantly.

“Come and eat” He motioned towards the food.

“I’m not—hungry” I hugged my body, a little uncomfortable.

“You have to eat, you must be hungry.” He sighed, running his hands through his hair. Which reminded me when I pulled on his hair in the elevator. I gulped and looked away from his face.

“I’m not, actually.” I cleared my throat. I felt Junmyeon’s burning gaze on me.

“That shirt looks pretty good on you.” He said with a chuckle and I had to use every force in my body to stop myself from blushing.

“Uh—yeah” I nodded awkwardly “I—uh—used you shampoo...I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, you had to shower with something” He chuckled again. Why was he one moment nice and the other controlling?

“Why are you keeping me here?” I asked with a sigh.

“Kyungsoo already explained, did you not understand?” Junmyeon asked, rolling his eyes.

“I did” I said with a glare “But I still don’t get it, my dad will never unite the two gangs, so you should just forget about it.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about it” Junmyeon smirked.

“I want to see Yuna”

“You won’t, not yet.” Junmyeon sat down on his bed, patting the place next to him.

“But I want to see her now. I need to know she’s fine.” I slowly walked towards the bed, not really happy that I had to sit down next to him.

“We told you, she’s fine. Trust me when I tell you this, Sehun didn’t hurt her nor anyone else.” Junmyeon sighed, leaning back on his hands.

“But I can’t trust you” Junmyeon scoffed, interrupting me “You might tell me that but you are actually hurting her right now.”

“Y/N, for fucks sake...Your daughter is fine, okay? Sehun won’t let anyone lay a finger on her.”

“Why is that?” I asked, as I sat down beside him, keeping a pretty big distance.

“Because—he is Sehun.” Junmyeon looked like he wanted to tell me something else, but rather kept it to himself.

“Still, I don’t—”

“Shut the fuck up and eat!” He snapped, his head turning towards me. I gulped but glared at him.

“I’m not hungry.”

“I won’t give you any other food today so eat this.” He pushed the tray towards me.

“I don’t—”

“Eat” His eyes were hard, his tone strict. With a glare, I slowly lifted the bread and took a bite, careful to see if there’s anything weird with it.

“I didn’t poison your food” Junmyeon rolled his eyes, running a finger through his hair. I nodded slowly and started eating the food.

I sighed, turning around. We went to bed an hour ago, but I still had to wait. Junmyeon didn’t lock the door when he went to bed, so I can go out and look for Yuna. I felt him shift beside me and closed my eyes just in case he woke up. Yes, we were sharing the bed because he said he won’t be sleeping on the couch in the living room and doesn’t like sleeping in the other guy’s room. So I just shrugged and made sure to keep a big distance between our bodies, and it was thankfully possible since his bed is huge. But somewhere along that one hour he’s been sleeping for, he crept closer and closer and I could feel his breathing on my neck. Goosebumps were forming on my skin, but I refused to let that influence me. I would be lying if I said Junmyeon wasn’t good looking or that I didn’t feel attracted to him. He was very handsome and somehow he caught my eyes the first time I saw him, that being on the CCTV’s when I was keeping an eye on them. Apparently, he was more good looking in real life...amazing, just more trouble for me.

I slowly sat up, careful not to move the bed too much. Junmyeon sighed and turned the other way, laying on his side. I slowly crept down, glancing back to make sure Junmyeon was still sleeping. When I heard him even snore, I knew it was okay to go. So I quickly tip toed to the door and slowly opened it, praying that it wouldn’t make a sound. Thankfully it didn’t so I closed it behind me. Now all I had to do was pray that the other guys are asleep as well. The hallway was dark, but I could make out the doors. They were all closed and this seemed like mission impossible.

I took a deep breath and went to open the first door on the left, making sure to open it quietly. The door cracked open and I peeked in. A body was sprawled out on the bed, the sheets a disaster on the bed. How could someone sleep like that? I glanced around but saw no one in the room. This wasn’t Sehun’s room then. I made my way further down the hallway and opened another door as quietly I could, but this was a study room, no one inside. Great...I opened the next door as well, but no trace of Yuna. The guy was snoring loudly, sleeping on his back his hair a mess. What an amazing sight I get to see, note the sarcasm please. I sighed and walked to the end of the hallway. There were two more doors and I glanced between the two. Could it be one leading to Sehun’s room? Hoping that the left one was indeed his room, I quietly opened it and peeked inside. There was a body sleeping on the bed, on his back, breathing quietly. And there was another person curled up next to his body, a small small body...Yuna! I pushed open the door further and walked inside quietly. This indeed were Sehun and Yuna, but—Yuna was sleeping almost on Sehun, her head resting on his chest and Sehun’s arms around her small waist. What the hell were they doing? I told Sehun not to touch her! I neared the bed quietly and kneeled down beside it. I watched Yuna as she mumbled something. I gingerly touched her arm, slowly rubbing it.

“Honey, it’s mommy. Wake up” I whispered as quietly I could, watching Sehun. Yuna stirred but didn’t wake up.

“Yuna, wake up.” I gripped her arm gingerly. Yuna turned her head towards me, her eyes slowly opening.

“Yuna—”

“Mom?” Her voice was raspy and I quickly shushed her.

“Quiet, honey. Be quiet—we have to leave, okay?” I whispered, pulling her slowly into a sitting position.

“But—Oppa told me I have to stay for longer here.” Yuna whispered back, my eyes almost fell out. Oppa?

“Who—honey, it doesn’t matter. You must listen to me, not oppa.”

“But oppa won’t be too happy if I go.” Yuna’s eyebrows furrowed as she slowly slipped out of Sehun’s grip.

“Good girl. Oppa won’t be mad, don’t worry.” I smiled at her, taking her in my arms. We need to get out fast and leave.

“I hope he won’t.” Yuna mumbled, her arms around my neck clutching me tightly “I thought he wanted to hurt me, but he was nice and funny. I like Sehun oppa.”

“Honey, don’t call him that. He’s a bad person.” I closed the door to Sehun’s room and slowly made my way towards the stairs.

“No, mommy you are being mean. He is the best” Yuna whined loudly and I quickly shushed her.

“If you are being loud we are gonna get caught and that will end very ugly, honey.” I sent a small glare at her, and she nodded, her eyes on the floor.

“Mommy, I don’t want to go.” Yuna whispered “I promised oppa I won’t leave him.”

“Yuna, what has gotten into you? That man kidnapped you and you want to stay with him?” I scoffed, totally confused. She’s never acted like this before.

“But he is good!” Yuna suddenly exclaimed, the noise loud in the quiet house. I stopped walking, when I heard someone sniffing. At first I thought it was Yuna, but a click followed a voice.

“If you know what’s best, you put her down and turn around.” The voice was raspy, like he had just woke up. I gulped and slowly turned around. Sehun, Baekhyun and Junmyeon were looking at us, their eyes hard, Sehun and Baekhyun holding a gun. I released a breath, and hugged Yuna closer to me.

“I’m not putting her down.”

“If you don’t want her dead, put her down.” Baekhyun’s voice was low as he pointed his gun at Yuna.

“Mommy—”

“It’s fine.” I patted her head.

“No, it’s not. Little girl, tell your mom to put you down if she doesn’t want you dead.” Baekhyun growled.

“Mom—”

“I heard him, I can’t—I can’t let her go. Please, let her be with me.” There I was, pleading an asshole to let me be with my daughter.

“Y/N, don’t do this.” Junmyeon stepped closer and I took a step back “Give Yuna to me.”

“I don’t—I don’t want to.” I was starting to panic. I need to get out, I can’t let them hurt her.

“Y/N—”

“No!” I exclaimed, Yuna started silently crying.

“I’m afraid” She muttered, her head buried in my neck.

“You are scaring her, please stop.” I mumbled, turning her away from Baekhyun.

“Do another fucking step and I’ll shoot you in the head.” Baekhyun growled, his voice so deadly that I shivered.

“I’ll go!” Yuna suddenly exclaimed, pulling away “Let me down, mom. You can’t die.”

“Yuna—”

“Mom, please!” She cried harder, starting to trash around in my arms.

“Yuna—”

“Mom!” She pushed at my chest, my heart started aching. How could I hand her back to some criminals? I slowly placed her down, clutching her shoulders.

“Please, if anything happens—mommy is here and she will—” Baekhyun roughly pulled me away from Yuna, while Junmyeon gripped my forearms tightly.

“Yuna—”

“Oppa!” She ran up to Sehun, who took her in his arms, patting her head delicately. He was staring at her with such adoration that I couldn’t understand. Why was he so soft with my daughter?

“One wrong move, Y/N...and she’s dead” Baekhyun growled and I struggled against Junmyeon’s grip.

“Yuna, don’t cry.” Sehun muttered, and kissed her forehead “Oppa is here, you are okay.”

“Oppa, I’m scared” Yuna hugged Sehun close to her “Will he hurt mom?”

“No, of course not. You came back to oppa, so Baekhyun oppa won’t hurt your mother.” Sehun said with a small smile.

“He’s not my oppa!” Yuna exclaimed, suddenly turning towards Baekhyun and glaring at him “He’s rude and wanted to hurt mommy. I don’t like him!” Sehun chuckled, while Baekhyun gasped.

“Yah! Kid, I was just doing what I was told, I don’t—”

“I don’t want you to speak to me! You are mean and rude, not worth to be my oppa!” Yuna glared at Baekhyun hard, before she turned back to Sehun and kissed his cheek. My jaw fell open, just as I heard a surprised sound leave Junmyeon’s mouth. What had Sehun done to Yuna? Why does she like him so much? What was happening?

“I’m with Sehun oppa, now...so let mommy go.” Yuna said sternly and Baekhyun just stared at her as he lowered his gun.

“I can’t believe this—a little kid commanding me around, who does she think—”

“She’s just like Y/N” Junmyeon said with a chuckle. I glanced back at him, he was staring amused at Baekhyun’s offended face.

“Well, little Yuna over here needs to sleep and it’s already late” Sehun smiled at Yuna sweetly “Let’s go to bed, okay?”

“Oppa, will you sleep next to me, please?” Yuna’s eyes widened, pouting at Sehun. I struggled against Junmyeon’s grip, trying to make him let go of me. Oh hell, she isn’t sleeping next to Sehun!

“Yuna, I don’t want you to sleep next to Sehun.”

“But, I want to. Oppa wants it too, he likes sleeping next to me.” Yuna’s eyebrows furrowed as she stared at me. What the fuck?

“Sehun, what the fu—What did you do to my daughter?” I glared at Sehun, almost growling.

“Nothing” He shrugged and turned around “We are going to bed, goodnight people.”

“Yuna—” Junmyeon pulled me into him when I tried to run after Sehun.

“Goodnight, mom.” She waved at me with a smile, then buried her head in Sehun’s neck as he took her up the stairs and to his room.

“What just—What did Sehun do to my daughter?” I looked at Baekhyun.

“I have no idea, but after she woke up she’s been sticking to him like glue. She even kicked Yixing when he tried taking her with him.” Baekhyun said with a grin “He got angry and tried convincing her, but she pretended not to hear him and started talking with Chanyeol—Yixing stormed out because he is known for children liking him. That was so funny.”

“Yuna—really did that?” I asked, not believing what I just found out.

“Yep, she likes Junmyeon too. But not as much as Sehun.” Baekhyun chucklec “Well, I’m off to bed...Junmyeon..keep her in that room, yeah?”

“Don’t worry.” Junmyeon smirked as Baekhyun walked off.

“I don’t want to sleep” I rolled my eyes as he pulled me back to his room.

“But you will be sleeping and this time you ain’t going anywhere.” He pushed open the door and pushed me inside, locking the door.

“What, I—”

“I’m not risking it again.” He chuckled, dropping the key inside his pocket “Let’s sleep.”

With a sigh I crawled under the blankets and glared at the wall. Why didn’t I get away? I was so close! I felt hands around my waist and I flinched.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I growled, pushing Junmyeon’s hands off me.

“I’m not risking it.” He muttered, his arms around me again. I tried pushing them off but his grip was tight.

“Stop struggling and just sleep, okay? Tomorrow will be a long day” Junmyeon sighed. I growled and closed my eyes, anger filling my body. Why did all of this have to be so shitty?

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indominusregina · 7 years

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The Bet: Terms and Conditions

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Douche at a bar (a guy who cant take no for an answers), swearing

Word count: 2k

Song inspiration: Cute - Stephen Jerzak

Notes: This is for @just-some-drabbles “JSD Rom-Com Challenge” My prompt was “Is that the best you can do?” and will be appearing in a later chapter. I’m actually super excited to share this work, as it’s been in my WIP for actual months. Life has been hectic with family vacations and changing jobs, and I can’t even begin to describe how good it feels to sit down and write again, even if it’s challenging. Enough about me, though! On with the story. Feeback is always appreciated!

Masterlist || Series Masterlist || Part 2

The lights strobe around you as a beat pulses through your head, resonating through the rest of your body. The club that Sam chose isn’t your usual scene, but it was his turn to pick the venue for your monthly outing. Glancing around the dance floor, you finally spot Natasha and Wanda, teaming up against one poor man who clearly has no idea what’s about to hit him. Natasha locks eyes with you and silently gestures for you to come over, but you shake your head and raise your glass as a toast instead. She shrugs and focuses her attention back on her victim and you chuckle softly, glancing down at your drink. That’s when Sam nudges you.

“Check out Frosty over there, striking out again.” There’s a glee in his voice that forces you to look up. Following his gaze, you see Bucky talking to another girl, annoyance clear on her face. Even from across the room, you can see her lips form a hard ‘no’ and her head shakes firmly. Bucky’s shoulders sag before he nods and slinks his way back to your table.

“So much for being a womanizer, Barnes. I guess women nowadays must have something they didn’t in the 30s.” Sam smirks and you press your lips together, knowing what’s coming next.

“Oh please, Bird Brain, tell me what they’ve acquired that make things so different.” Bucky’s rolling his eyes as Sam’s smirk grows wider. Sam leans across the table, looking Bucky dead in the eyes as he deadpans his response.

“Standards.” You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing as Bucky’s eyes narrow and he shoves Sam away, the other man’s laugh booming loudly enough to contest the beats pumping from the speakers.

Nat sidles up to you as Sam is doubling over in laughter, even in the face of Bucky’s glare. Turning, you quirk an eyebrow at her and mouth ‘Wanda?’ She shrugs in response, and you nod, knowing that Nat wouldn’t leave her in an uncomfortable situation without backup. You turn back to the scene developing in front of you just as Bucky’s anger is about to surface, fist clenching as he stares at Sam wiping the tears of laughter out of his eyes.

“So, Barnes, why exactly is Wilson laughing this time?” Natasha asks, drawing Bucky’s attention to her and away from Sam.

“My advances were rejected by a dame and he thinks his bad jokes are hilarious.” The plates in his metal hand shift again and you step in.

“What happened, Buck?” Your curiosity shows plainly on your face and he sighs before taking another swig of his beer.

“Well, I was talking up this lady, right? Things were going well, I’d bought her a drink and we were chatting away from her friends and then I tried to give her one of my lines and she just…” He shrugs, frowning.

“What did you say to her?” Natasha shifts, curiosity piqued.

“I said ‘You’re a swell dish. I think I’m gonna go for you.’” Bucky says with a wink. A moment of silence descends over the table before the three of you bust out in laughter.

“Oh come on, not you two as well!” Bucky frowns as you try to reign in your giggles.

“S-Sorry Buck. It’s just….” You snort and take a few deep breaths to calm yourself.

“It’s just that line is terrible.” Natasha finishes before you can regain your composure.

“That line would have gotten a girl to come home with me in a flash back in the 30s!” He frowns and you shake your head.

“Maybe, but Buck, it’s not the 30s anymore.” You shrug and excuse yourself to go get another drink, a mirthful smile still on your face. Just as you catch the bartender’s attention, you can feel someone’s hot breath on the back of your neck.

“Hey pretty lady, can I buy you a drink?” You turn just enough to see the face of the man speaking. Although not entirely unattractive, you aren’t interested either.

“No thanks.” You turn back to the bar and open your mouth to tell the bartender what you want, but the man speaks up again.

“Oh come on, don’t be a bitch. It’s just a drink.” You close your mouth, taking a deep breath through your nose before turning and facing him again.

“Listen, we both know it’s not just a drink, and I’d really rather not. So thanks, but no thanks.” You turn back to the bar, the bartender having moved on after seeing you strike up conversation. Frowning, you lean forward again to try to grab their attention.

“Whatever. Ugly bitch. Good luck trying to find anyone else who’d be willing to buy your stupid ass a drink.” The man slams his hand on the bar beside you, causing the woman on the other side of you to jump and spill her drink all over your dress. You sigh as the man storms away and the woman apologizes profusely despite your reassurances.

“No really, it’s fine. Gives me an excuse to get out of here without my friends judging me.” You give her a sincere smile as you pat away as much liquid as you can with a few napkins, then head back to your table.

“What happened to you?” Nat looks over your dripping dress as you shrug.

“Long story. But since I’m now covered in what smells like a piña colada, I’m heading home for the night. See you tomorrow.” You give a wave and head towards the doors.

“Hey, I’m coming too!” Bucky hurries to catch up to you and you arch a brow at him. “I’ve already struck out for the night, so I’m not enthusiastic about being here, if you know what I mean.” He answers your silent question with a shrug, and you nod in response, punching in your destination for an uber. By the time you weave your way through the crowd, your uber is only a minute away. Bucky starts to move towards one of the waiting cabs when you grab his arm and hold up your phone.

“Uber, my friend, is cheaper. And it’s almost here.” You smirk and he shakes his head, muttering under his breath about how times have changed too much for his liking. When your driver, Luis, shows up, you both slide into the car. Bucky holds the door open so you can go first and you smile gratefully at him.

“Hey you two! Having a good night out? I see we’re going to the Avengers tower. Do you know someone there?” Luis lets out a stream of words before Bucky’s even in the car. You exchange a glance as Bucky slips in next to you.

“Actually, we-” You start, and are cut off immediately.

“Wait a minute! I recognize you guys! You’re the Winter Soldier and (Y/S/N)! This is so cool! Actually, a friend of mine is a superhero too. We’re totally super tight. He goes by Ant-man. This one time, he totally kicked the Falcon’s butt!” Bucky grins, and you roll your eyes as he asks Luis to go on. Luis is talking at a mile a minute, launching into story after story, and you find yourself getting lost in the lights of the rushing city as you tune him out.

Before you know it, you’re pulling up at the tower, and despite his earlier encouragement, Bucky seems relieved to finally be getting away from the talkative driver. After bidding him a quick goodnight with a promise to give him a decent rating, Luis drives off to find another audience. “Well, that was certainly entertaining. Not sure I understood half of what he was saying.” Bucky shrugs as he holds open the door for you.

“Honestly, I tuned him out after he started in on that story of Ant-man beating Sam’s ass in a fight at the compound.” You push the buttons in the elevator for both your floor and Bucky’s. The rest of the ride is comfortably quiet and when the doors open for your floor, you bid Bucky goodnight before hustling to your room to finally change out of your sticky dress. After a quick shower, you don’t even bother putting on pyjamas as you fall into bed.

The next morning, you awake early and throw on some comfortable clothes. You make your way to the kitchen, knowing that you’ll have to make the coffee for Natasha, who should be up soon even despite her late return. As soon as you’ve poured a mug, the redhead appears, almost as if it was a summoning ritual. “Morning.” You greet and receive a small nod in response. Mornings with Natasha tend to be quiet and subdued until you’d finished the first mug of coffee, allowing you both to wake up slowly. Today was no exception. Mid-way through your second cup of coffee, you’re chattering away about last night and what happened to you before you left, as well as what happened with Natasha after.

A cough has you both looking up and at the offending noise. “Good morning ladies. I’m here. Now what are your other two wishes?” Bucky says with a wink. There’s a moment of silence before both you and Natasha burst out in laughter. “Again?!” Bucky scowls as he plops down next to you.

“Where’d you find that one, Barnes, slimeballzrus.com?” Nat quips and you grin, biting your lip to avoid laughing.

Bucky groans, plopping himself down in the seat next to you. “It wasn’t that bad, was it?” He frowns, and you pat his shoulder as reassuringly as you can.

“Oh Bucky, it really was.” You sigh, giving his shoulder a quick squeeze as he buries his face in his hands.

“I thought that one had the best chance!” His voice is muffled by his fingers as you and Nat share a look.

“Did you spend this morning looking up pickup lines online?” Nat asks, and Bucky nods.

“Oh Barnes, if you’re only using pickup lines you find on stupid websites, I’d bet you couldn’t even make Steve blush.” You tease, as Bucky’s eyes light up and he lifts his head.

“Well, how about you?” His face morphs into a sly grin, and your confusion builds.

“I’m sorry, what?” You look at Nat, who seems to understand, a smirk forming on her face.

“You said you’d bet I couldn’t make Steve blush, which might be true, since I’m not really his type, but I’d bet I could make you blush.” Bucky’s grin grows as your eyes widen, realization sinking in.

“Bucky I- you- I wasn’t serious!” You sputter. “Well, I mean, I was serious, but I didn’t actually mean I’d bet on it!” You look over at Natasha, who’s offering you no assistance.

“No, I think this sounds interesting. Barnes gets two weeks to make you blush using pickup lines.” Natasha proposes, and you groan.

“If I win, you have to help me get a girl. You’ve got to be my - what do they call it? Oh, wingman! You’ve got to be my wingman.” Bucky waggles his eyebrows at you and you frown, shaking your head. “What, are you afraid you’re going to lose?” You scowl, eyes narrowing as you glare at Bucky.

“Fine. But if I win, you have to be my fake boyfriend whenever some drunken idiot comes up to me at the bar and tries to hit on me.” Bucky starts nodding and opens his mouth to say something when you hold up one finger. “For a month.” He frowns, and you raise a brow at him. “A month, or no deal.”

“Fine. One month.” Bucky concedes, and Nat pipes up again.

“Great. The terms are set. Barnes has two weeks to make you blush using any pickup line he can find. He wins, you wingman him. You win, he helps ward off douchebags at the bar. Do you both agree?” You nod, and so does Bucky. “Then shake on it.”

You extend your hand while Bucky extends his. His large hand engulfs yours as he pumps your hand slowly, twice.

“The bet starts now.”

This is going to be a long two weeks.

Part 2

Tags: @childoftimeandmagic

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #reader insert #jsdchallenge #jsd4kcelebration #marvel fic #bucky barnes fic

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hcrringtonshair · 4 years

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Night Talks

Another day, another wiriting.

I received positive feeback from the ‘Caught’ Story. Thank you all for this, I really appreciate this !

Titel: Night Talks

Summary: There’s nothing you can hide from Tony Stark. Especially not a close relationship to Bucky.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1878

Warnings: cheesy fluff at the end, a typical Tony Stark

A/n: This cheesy Bucky at the end idk, I wrote it when I was drunk last night but I love imagine him this way. (btw thanks to my bf for the wine) And again english is not my mother tongue.

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(GIF not mine)

Snow falls slowly to the ground. You were sitting on the sofa in front of the grand window in the common room of the Avengers compound. Wrapped in a large blanket and drinking a tea.

No one else was here, after a mission everyone wants to be on their own. A Peaceful silence lingered in the air and you took another sip of your tea.

You were a bit upset of still being alone, you were hoping for an evening with the group after a few days alone. It doesn’t bother you being left here when they go and save the world, it becomes your normal life due to the fact that you are only a civilian, the only reason that you are here is your Dad.

Tony Stark asks you to stay and live here with them, it turns out to be the best decision of your life. You learned a lot when it comes to mechanical and technical engineering and physics, more than you could ever learn at the MIT.

And of course the honor living with the avengers in the same building was something that made your decision easier.

Everyone welcomed you, they were all very kind and they became your family. And when Bucky shows up you fell in love.

You didn’t admit it at the first and you couldn’t tell anyone.

It‘s not like you and Bucky were a thing, you‘re just really close.

The most important part was the talks at night when either of you couldn’t sleep. You like him very much, but if Tony would know you don‘t know who he would kill first.

A bit later, the sky was fully black, the snow still falling and a thick white layer of snow glowing in the dark night.

No one was showing up the whole evening. But finally you heard steps in the floor, hoping for someone who would join you. The free space on your left side dropped.

„Have a nice evening alone?“

You roll your eyes and look back in the eyes of your father.

„Breathtaking.“ sarcasm was one of the things you inherit from him.

„They’re all a bit tired. After two days in full action you would take a nap too.“

„I know. But it was boring the last two days and now it’s just the same.. I hope you were successful. If not you can go back.“ You heard him groan in a pillowcase and a chuckle.

„If you wanna go on with this nonsense.. please. But don‘t think I don’t know it.“

Surprised by the change of this conversation, you could feel the blood rushing through your veins, your palms going sweaty and it was hard to stay cool.

„What do you mean?“ It was hard to keep a secret from him, you never imagined him to figure out. Maybe someone saw you and Bucky and told Tony, or he just saw it himself. In your mind you saw yourself packing your bags, ready to leave. Then you imagine Tony beating the hell out of Bucky for being close to his daughter.

„You know what I mean y/n. I‘m old but I have my eyes everywhere. It‘s not like I don‘t know you. I know about you and Barnes.“

He put his hand on my shoulder a confused look in his eyes.

„You don‘t have to. It‘s just between me and him. I’ll not be like this other girls.“

„You were never like the other girls.“ he chuckles.

„Never.“ You showed a little smile.

„But this is no reason to take a guy who is.. Wait how old is he? Like 100 years old?“

You groan and put your hands on your face to hide your blushing cheeks from him.

He didn’t tell you something new. Everyone knows the story of the Winter Soldier and of course Bucky told you everything himself.

„Yes he is Dad. But did you forget that he was on ice for the most of his lifetime? And the lovely HYDRA manipulating his mind.“

„Yes but don’t you think it’s weird? You’re dating a guy who could be your grandpa. And he could be my grandpa too.“

„Dad please.“ You’re groaning again.

„Don‘t forget he killed your grandpa.“ You slapped his shoulder a brief giggle left your mouth.

You would never forget this, but you know that all these murderers tortured Bucky. He couldn’t sleep, or he had nightmares of his old life.

„It’s enough. I get it, you think it’s a bad idea. But I’m old enough to know what I want.“

„I know.“

A weird silence coming up, you didn’t know what you could say.

It felt like hours until you heard another feet stamps in the hallway. Steve steps in, he must have been very tired because he yawned very loud and makes his way to the fridge.

“Hi Steve” You smiled at him as you turned around to look at him.

“Hi y/n. You’re good?” A tired smile shows up on his face as he closed the fridge with one water bottle in his hand.

“I’m fine thanks.” Before you could say another thing your Dad jumps up and makes his way to the Captain.

“Steve, did you know that your best friend is in love with my daughter?”

You let out a loud groan, “Dad shut it!”

The confusion in Steve’s face was heavy, first he said nothing then when you stand in front of him and Dad, he takes a sip of his water and shakes his head.

“No I didn’t. Should I?” You shake your head fast but Tony didn’t seem to be satisfied by this answer.

“Bullshit. You’re his best friend, of course you know it. How you couldn’t if they’re so close right from the moment on he was moving in here.”

He didn’t seem to be furious but he wasn’t in a good mood either.

“I know they’re friends. But I didn’t thought of that they’re a thing.”

Steve mumbles into his water bottle before he takes another sip so he couldn’t give more answers.

You felt little stitches in your chest. That could only mean that Bucky doesn’t feel the same way, because if he did he would tell his best friend.

So all the signs and gestures you thought he made were wrong. You just misunderstood his actions and that hurts now.

“Finally good news. Thank god.” Tony mumbles, he wishes a good night and vanished behind the glass door.

“So you’re in love with him?” A smirk on Steve’s face shows up as he turns to you. He inspects your face and you could barely stand the eye contact.

„I don’t know.“ you mumble with the eyes focused on the hoodie you were wearing. „It‘s not a big deal Steve. It‘s selfish to think he feels the same. He has more important things to deal with.“

„Please don‘t say that. And more important stop thinking those things. I‘m his best friend I know him very much and trust me when I say he likes you a lot.“

„What’s going on in here?“ You both froze and look to the door. Bucky was standing there. He seems to be half asleep with messy hair and his sweatpants and pullover, hangs loose on his body.

“Nothing.” with a wide smile you stepped towards him to hug him. As seen by Steve before a confused look in his face showed up, but he takes you in his arms. Your heartbeat races and you’ve tried to slow down your breath. The smell of him and his warm body gives you chills.

He was perfect, once more this thought came to your mind.

“Well good night guys.” You heard Steve leaving and a pleasant silence came up.

“You alright doll?”

His fingers stroked your hair, his cheek leans against your head and gives you goosebumps. “I’m fine. How about you? How was the mission?”

“I’m good, but don’t let us talk about the nasty mission now. It’s late and you should sleep too.”

You leaned back to look up in his face. His ice blue eyes looking tired but happy. His beard growed over the two days. A few small scratches on his left cheek makes you look worried.

With a soft smile he was shaking his head, “Tomorrow doll. Let’s go to bed.”

He takes you with him in his room that was in the same floor as yours, he waited for you to change your clothes and he smirks as he sees your christmas pyjama.

“Isn’t it a bit too early?”

“Never!” You shook your head as you enter his room. The white walls were a strong contrast to the grey and black interior. Unlike you or the others he didn’t place some own stuff.

He didn’t get anything personal stuff but you decided to buy some flowers or something like this to light up this room and makes it like someone lives here.

You snuggle into the blankets and a few moments later Bucky was on your side.

Once again he takes you in his arms and leans his head against yours.

“What were you talking about earlier with Steve? Tony didn’t seem pleased as I ran into him.” A brief uncertainty was in his voice.

“Dad got his late night problems he wanted to solve. Steve helped me before he could rip me apart.” You snuggle into Buckys chest and thought of how that would look like.

“Nothing about me? He looked normal until he saw me.”

“No. He’s just an idiot. Don’t care about him.”

The feeling lying to him was awful, but you couldn’t tell him the truth. That would ruin everything.

“I’m the perfect person for him to hate. I ruined his family in the 1990s and now I’m taking away his daughter. He’s a poor guy.” His voice seems far away, talking about taking you away makes your heart flutter. He’s placing a soft kiss on your forehead and you could feel your cheeks burning.

“One day he will forgive you. I’m sure. You know he’s way too melodramatic.”

You both laughing softly thinking about all the moments Tony Stark was playing the drama queen.

“One day yes, maybe the day I die or the day he kills me himself when I marry you.”

You heard his breath stop for a moment, your own too. Your heartbeat racing once again and you tried to look him in the eyes.

Even through the darkness you saw his face near yours. “I’m sorry.” He tried to look away but you put your hand against his cheek to link your eyes with his. “Nothing to be sorry for.”

You give him a smile to show that everything is alright. You lean your forehead against his and take a deep breath. “It’ll be a pleasure to be your wife… someday.”

You gave him a wink and he smiles like you, his eyes shining through the dark leaning his head forward to meet your lips with his own.

It was a light kiss, a bit shy but full of unsaid feelings. Your heart must’ve been exploding any second but you didn’t care.

“Good Night Buck.” Your voice wasn’t more than a fluster after you ended the kiss.

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