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ncitygirls · 3 years

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dance - jeno x f reader

fluff, smut, 2.1k

jeno knows it’s bad, but he can’t help but reminisce on how this all began. he likes to torture himself by reliving the first night over and over. it always starts with the drunken taunts from his teammates, sullied further by his dismissal. ‘no way,’ he’d said. ‘i can’t go there.’ he remembers seeing your roommates hyping you up, followed closely by your misguided steps. even after his earlier reluctance, he still regrets not beating you to the jump, his friends’ clearing their throats, trying to act natural as you approached their booth.

he hated the setting: a grotty sports bar a town over from his college campus. it sold stale, cheap beer, triple vodka sours and served well past three am. this may not sound like the typical start to a love story, but it was a start all the same.

‘do you wanna dance?’ you asked in a painfully small voice, your emboldened strut paling in complete contrast to your timid yet gleaming gaze. jeno still can’t say where he found the courage to agree, but agree he did, nodding behind his beer before following you up to the sticky floor. somewhere along the way you had taken his hand in yours, in fear of losing him in the sea of sweaty bodies. in the musty wave of noughties hits with tacky modern spins, jeno managed to lose himself anyway. he hadn’t a clue where to put his hands, his eyes searching yours as you giggled up at him, cooing at his bewilderment.

so you led. placing his hand on your exposed waist, your top riding up as it hugged the skin beneath your rib. he felt you shiver under his touch, his fingers clenching minutely at the feeling. ‘is this okay?’ he’d yelled, though it came through as more of a whisper under the music. you didn’t respond, instead reaching for his other hand, squeezing it over the denim on your hip. jeno was spinning. not from dancing, and not from the amount he’d drank. he knew it wasn’t down to that, nor the dizzying motion of the lights, the thickness of the air or the pounding of the music. jeno knew it was you. your chest pressed flush to his, your eyes boring into his. he didn’t know when you’d started swaying, his body leaning, moving in time with the music and the others on the floor. he could hear the songs changing, feel the bass beneath his feet. there wasn’t much he could do but enjoy it.

much like he still does. as he drags you close to him, the rosie organza pleated around your chest pressed right up to his satin lapel. his confidence then pales in comparison to now. it only took a few months to see the change, one you nurtured in all the ways a man like jeno needed. in soft assurances and gentle praise. in delicate touches and the softest embraces. in ardent exchanges and steamy quickies.

but the trouble began this past winter. well, technically well before. as a child, jeno had spent his summers visiting his cousin jaemin in his hometown from before he could remember. there the two had fortified a friendship, a real brotherhood that jeno never would have gotten to experience without being cast away to the country every solstice. it was there he met his cousin’s neighbour, mark lee. mark lee, a kind kid with wide eyes and a wider smile, was the kind of kid everyone looked up to. he embodied what jeno typically thought to be an older brother. and he was. to his step sister and cousins, to kids in his neighbourhood, to jeno’s cousin jaemin and eventually to jeno. it’s why, this christmas just gone, when mark had approached jeno, with giddy eyes and a giddier smile, to ask him to be one of his groomsmen - not just due to the refusal of a painfully introverted jaemin - but because of a genuine brotherhood formed between the two, jeno’s big hearted self could not refuse.. bringing us back to where the trouble began.

‘so, are you bringing her to the wedding?’ mark questioned suddenly, his arm pushing through the sleeve of his tux. ‘you definitely shou- it’s a bit tight at the elbow, can you see?’

jeno still curses jaemin for opting out of being a groomsman, leaving jeno to deal with the trivialities of wedding prep. not that he has a real problem with it all. it’s just a fitting, he thought as he walked in, his eyes landing on the black silk hanging off the changing room door. it wasn’t until he realised it was just he and mark - the rest of the groomsmen opting to come on a later date - that he was regretting the decision. because even though no one would admit it to his face, mark was a bit of a groomzilla. less for the usual reasons. he wasn’t rude, short or angered by little inconveniences. he was just a man of superstition, faith, and insurmountable dubiety. he wanted everything to be perfect. he wanted to do as much of his part as he could for his wedding day. jeno thinks his fiancée had been right to leave him the task of the guest list. mark easily knew more people, so was naturally inundated with acquaintances. it was a great idea, jeno thought.. until mark kept- on- pushing- ‘i’ll even relieve you of your duties early, let you go off with her-’

‘thanks man,’ the younger tried, watching the tailor pinch the jacket at his waist. ‘but really, i don’t think i will. i’ll just bring my mom or something.’

‘your mom’s already invited man, you know that.’ jeno huffed at that. of course she is. mark did take his duties seriously after all. ‘couldn’t have her going off on me like jaemin did-’

‘are you comparing my mom to jaemin?’

‘i’m just saying-’ mark paused to thank the attendant, slipping back out of his jacket as he walked up to jeno, squeezing his shoulder. ‘you’ve got nothing to be nervous about, jen. you’re like a brother to me. you should bring her, i’d love to meet her.’

jeno flinches just thinking about it, his spine straightening as mark turned to him fully. jeno manages a shrug, turning back to the mirror just for a second before deciding that, no. no, it wouldn’t be a good idea to introduce his girl to his best friend on his wedding day.

because the issue wasn’t that he wouldn’t invite you.

‘you met her at college, right?’

the issue was that he couldn’t.

‘maybe y/n knows her?’

the issue is that you’re already going.

‘you know what my sister’s like, she gets on with everyone.’

“jen?” you pant, his name falling off your tongue as he bounces you quickly in his lap. “come back to me.” he smiles at your sweet call, your teeth catching his lip between them before slipping your tongue into his mouth.

the ceremony starts in ten minutes, though guests are still pouring into the church. it’s what actually convinced him. that and you, your manicured hand stuffing your damp panties into the pocket of his fitted tux. it had been his undoing, your sweeping frame gliding into a small side door a few feet from the altar.

the clock is ticking but you pay it no mind, your hips halting their rise and fall as you dig your heels into the masoned floor, grinding your hips back and forth as you ride him. you feel his nails dig painfully into your skin, his tongue wrapping around yours, swallowing your gasps as his other hand gathers your dress, the layers of delicate organza billowing over his knee. when your nails find his nape, careful not to mess up his perfectly styled do, you suck on his ear lobe, forcing him to thrust up into you.

“fuck-”

“shh!” you hiss, rushing to stuff the same panties you gifted him in his mouth. you hear his muffled groans, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks the essence of you onto his waiting tongue. he feels you clench harder around him, his eyes smiling in place of his occupied lips. he lifts a brow when your rocking falters, your eyes darting around his perfect face, incapable of taking in anything but him and how he makes you feel. there’s a question in his gaze, forcing your head to bob. “yeah- i’m close-”

he abandons your dress then, letting the material pool around you two as he presses his palm to your neck, bringing your mouth to his. it’s a quick and steep descent to your release, your thighs burning as he slams you up and down on his cock, your skin clapping against his as he abandons all reason. he’s kept it quiet for so long, at times he thinks it might consume him from the inside out, all this love he has for you. all jeno really wants is to scream it out from the highest mountain top, tattoo it to his forehead, paint it on the fucking moon. hell, he would pay anyone to listen. he didn’t care who. he’d tell anyone who’d listen that he, lee jeno, was in love with y/n y/l/n.

“i love you too,” you almost cry, jaw unhinged as you feel the effects of his thrusts and affection rip through you. it spreads through you like wildfire, setting every nerve in you alight before it finally consumes him. your heat pumps and pushes him past his release, his heavy load pouring out into you. you milk him through it, your temple pressed to the crown of his head.

it’s the church bells that rip you apart, your whole body cringing as realisation hits. you cringe further as his flushed face fills your vision, his hands gathering your dress again before further staining your panties as he wipes between your legs. “don’t look at me like that.”

“like what?”

“like it’s worse for you than it is for me.” you’re about to ask how when he moves away from you, closing his eyes as he wraps it up before shoving it back in his pocket. “i said don’t.”

“fine, i won’t-” your surrender is cut short when knuckles strike the door three times, jaemin’s sign to wrap it up. “shit, let’s go-” you try to leave but can’t. because suddenly he’s stopping you, his warm hand loosely wrapped around your wrist.

“let’s tell him.”

“tell who what-”

“mark.” jeno used to hate acknowledging the striking similarities between you and your step brother. much like the unwon battle of the chicken and the egg: which came first? which of you taught the other that when your eyes enlarge, rounding into porcelain saucers, two full moons nearly eclipsing him, that he’d give you anything?

“today?” when he nods, you want to laugh. but he looks so confident. so sure. “jen, are you sure?”

“i am,” his affirmation makes your heart swell, even before he continues. “i’m sure about you.”

he knows where your uncertainties lie. but you affirm it too. “i’m sure about you too.” you both seem to forget the wedding in that moment, both neglecting the importance of your bridal party roles in favour of basking in one another for even a second longer. “only if you save me a dance?”

“always.” so much so, you don’t register the sound of the confessional door swinging open when jeno leans in to kiss to your forehead, his bitten lips pressing to the skin as his eyes land on a pair not too dissimilar to the ones he’d just poured his heart out to.

mark seems to short circuit for a second that seems to last hours. “mom’s looking for you,” he announces, spluttering around the words as you immediately grab jeno by the hand and drag him out the confessional. you both duck your heads as you shuffle past jaemin, who looks beyond pissed you didn’t heed his earlier warning.

when you both disappear, your brother turns on jaemin, eyes wide as full moons. “you knew!” it only angers him more when jaemin nods, unflinching when mark starts slapping his arm. “he told you and you didn’t tell me?”

“nuh-uh,” the younger defends, straightening out the groom’s lapel as he reverently shuts the confessional door. “i figured it out.” mark looks bewildered at the notion it had been so obvious. jaemin has to remind himself it’s mark’s day and not to be too harsh. “come on, hyung. he wouldn’t tell us her name, wouldn’t let us meet her.” mark still looks stunned. “don’t get me started on how many times they pulled this shit last christmas-”

and to think. it all started with a dance.

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darylsgirl · 3 years

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You know you want this

Request for non con :- Daryl and reader were previously in a relationship but Daryl broke up with her and left her hurting. But Daryl realises later on that he really wants to be with the reader so he goes to her place to talk to her, but she can't go through all that hurt again so she says no. This angers Daryl and he leaves and comes back drunk after some time. Then the non con part. But I also want the reader to come around after some time?Request two : What about Norman edging the reader? Request three: Can you do one where the reader tells Daryl she wants to try squirting and he’s down for it and she does it repeatedly so many time they just become addicted to it. Alexandria time.

Summary: Daryl breaks your heart after you let your feelings for him slip, Breaking you completely Spencer helps to put the pieces back together, Finally starting to feel like yourself again Daryl decides he wants you back and he’s not going to take no for an answer

A/N: Hey lovelies! Sorry this has taken me so long to write! I had a dream last night for another story so hopefully it won’t take as long for the next one! Thank you all for your patience! If you have any requests let me know! I’m always happy to add them to the list :)

Hope you like this! Have a lovely day <3

Love Jen :)

Trigger Warning: Smut starts as Non-Consensual, Edging, Squirting, Violence, Eating disorder, Self deprecating thoughts. 18+ only please!

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It had taken months to be able to look at his face without feeling your heart shattering, You had avoided him at every possible opportunity. Excusing yourself whenever he came into a room biting back the tears.

When people had started to notice you moping around you knew you had to reserve your heart break for when you were alone, When you and Daryl had been together you had kept it a secret wanting to have something just for you both, Not wanting to share your secret happiness with others yet. You could see why he wanted too; he was a very secretive person not wanting to let anyone into his high walls.

The trouble with this is when one night after over a year of spending the night in his arms you let it slip, Happily curled around him you’d told him you loved him. He instantly froze.

“Go to sleep Y/N Ya drunk” He had muttered. When you woke in the morning he was gone leaving just a note on the bedside table “You can’t love me, Goodbye Y/N”

Jumping out of bed you had searched for him around Alexandria to be told he had taken off hunting earlier that morning. When he finally came back he wouldn’t even look at you. You had followed him home desperately trying to get him to talk to you.

“Please Daryl just talk to me! I know you feel the same way”

“Nah, Go home Y/N I don’t love ya and I never asked yer to say ya loved me either!, Ya knew what this was” He sneered before slamming the door in your face.

Hearing him say he didn’t love you was all it took for you to run home locking yourself inside for days, You tried to settle in the bed but his scent was everywhere. Dragging your pillow and a blanket from the bed you had curled up on the floor

You stayed in the same position for days only moving when your bladder felt like hot knives were being poked through it. You’d heard as various people had come knocking to check on you but you just weren’t ready to see anyone yet.

When you did finally surface a week later you could feel your clothes falling more loosely around you, You were always slim but now you looked painfully so. Carol gave you a sad smile offering you a bottle of water that you took gratefully. Carol was the only person you thought had known about you and Daryl, She had never said anything but from the pitiful look she was giving you now, She must have known.

“Why don’t I fix you something to eat Y/N” She offered, Her hand motioning to her house. You shook your head quickly. You couldn’t go there, That’s where he would be.

“No” You croaked your voice raspy speaking for the first time in a week. “ I’m ok, I ate earlier” She raised her eyebrow not believing you but letting it go all the same.

You spent your weeks like this only eating small amounts if you had no other choice than to accept, Feeling your clothes get looser and looser.

Spencer had been the one to get you to eat a full meal for the first time, Sitting with you patiently at the cook out you had been reluctant to go to. He sat with you well after dark letting you eat at your own pace, While he filled the silence with idle chatter.

You found yourself laughing at his stories, The sound startling you when it first came out a small smile crossing your lips. You stayed with him happily forgetting for a while. That was until you heard a loud snort from the other side of the table.

Looking over your eyes met Daryl’s briefly, You hadn’t realised he was there listening to your entire conversation. Standing quickly you looked at Spencer “I’m sorry i have to go”

Turning on your heel you ran towards your house. “Wait Y/N! Wait” Spencer said catching up to you within a few feet. You jumped in alarm when you felt his hand on your arm.

“What's the rush? Hey listen, I was meaning to ask you. Can I make you dinner sometime?” You looked at him shocked not saying anything when he continued.

“Just thought we could spend some time together, Yano just us.” You thought for a moment.

He did seem to be a nice guy and he definitely wasn’t embarrassed about being with you.

Nodding slowly, you agreed not sure why he wanted to have dinner with you, making Spencer grin “Cool! Tomorrow? I’ll come by your place at 6 to get you?”

Nodding again you let him give you a warm hug before turning again and heading straight for your house.

Locking the door behind you, You let out a small smile, maybe this was what you needed to get over him, someone who seemed to care about you and might return your affections.

The date had been nice and you had become a regular thing, He had taken to walking you to and from work holding your hand and smiling down at you every time his lips brushed yours to say goodbye. He had continued to be incredibly patient with you letting you warm up to him and letting your walls come down slowly.

It wasn’t like it was with Daryl it wasn’t a passionate burning love, It was sweet, Caring and different. Your eating problems soon behind you with Spencer, Your heart still hadn’t fully recovered but he was doing a good job of trying to glue it back together.

It still hurt every time you saw Daryl, His eyes starting lingering on you more now since you had gone public with Spencer. You tried to avoid his gaze, Reminding yourself of the hurt he had caused you and that it was Spencer who had picked up the pieces.

6pm was soon rolling around, Spencer and you had made this a regular thing every Friday you had a date night, You wanted tonight to be different, The more Daryl looked at you the more your lust for him was returning, You had to get him out of your head and give your all to this loving patient man.

Pulling on the red figure hugging dress you found in the back of the closet you smoothed it down hoping it would signal to him that you were ready. Pulling your hair into a loose bun and picking out some loose wavy bits to hang around your face pulling the maroon lipstick out Daryl had found for you on a run.

You had only previously worn this in bed with Daryl, It was one of his kinks, He liked to see the lipstick smeared across his body where you had left your hot kisses. Making him increasingly harder when he saw the marks around his cock.

You felt your thighs brushing together feeling yourself heat up at these memories. Shaking your head you looked at yourself in the mirror smoothing the dress down nervously. You heard as Spencer knocked on the door. Applying the lipstick you smiled at yourself feeling hot, Before heading to the door.

As you opened it you were shocked to see not Spencer but a very awkward looking Daryl standing in front of you, He didn’t ask if he could come inside before brushing past you into the living room.

Your heart pounding in your chest you closed the door slowly following him timidly into the living room.

Both in silence for a few minutes before you finally found your voice, “Wh...What are you doing here?”

His eyes wandered over your body taking in your dress before staring at the lipstick. His eyes opened wide when he recognised it

His eyes looked pained now taking a deep breath “’m so fuckin stupid Y/N, I miss ya, I want ya back....For real....I want ya to be mine”

Daryl had never been that forward with his feelings before. Your heart pounding in your chest, You wanted to fall back into his arms, But it wasn’t fair of him to ask that of you, This wasn’t fair at all. The anger bubbling up now, The fucking nerve of this man!

“Get out” Shaking your head you felt the anger build “Get out Daryl! No, No you don’t get to do this!! You don’t get to see me happy and moving on, Trying to forget you and just think you can walk back in and it can go back to how it was!”

“But....Y/N please. I-I”

Cutting him off trying to cut the emotion from your voice “Spencer will be here any minute, Get the fuck out!”

You took a step back as he started towards you, He watched as you flinched at his movements, Seeing the fear in your eyes. He was close too close, You could feel your body burning for him, It terrified you how much power this man had over you.

“Ya don’t have to be scared of me Y/N i wont hurt ya....Yer know that..”

“Too late Daryl, You already did! GET OUT!” Pushing his chest harshly seemed to snap him out of it. Not saying another word he turned on his heel slamming the back door behind him.

It took a few minutes to compose yourself, Grabbing the whiskey bottle from the cupboard you took a few deep swigs settling it back down and fixing what you thought was a convincing smile back on your face as someone knocked on the door again.

Thank god, It was Spencer this time!”

“Holy shit…… Sorry! Hey baby...,. You loook….. Incredible” Spencer said his jaw dropping when he saw you.

Stifling your giggle you lent up kissing his cheek, Biting your lower lip slightly as you saw the Kiss mark on his face. The blush was rising in your cheeks the alcohol was definitely hitting you fast.

“Shall we” He asked, still in awe holding his arm out to you. Taking his arm you stepped out of the house closing the door behind you. The moment your feet hit the pavement, You almost walked straight into Daryl.

“Watch where ya goin” He growled. Spencer feeling the tension put his arm around your shoulders protectively pulling you out of Daryl’s way into his chest.

“C’mon babe, Dinner will be getting cold” You tore your eyes from Daryl’s turning your attention to Spencer as he kissed your hair. Smiling sweetly at him you let him pull you away down the street towards his house, Glancing backwards you saw that Daryl was glaring at you now with those dark eyes. Putting your arm around Spencer's back you tried to shake off his glare.

He had looked pissed.. But what fucking right did he have to be upset? What did he think was going to happen? You were going to live the rest of your life as a nun moping around and starving yourself because of him? Or that you would just forget all of it and just fall back into his eyes like the pathetic woman he thought you were? Fuck no! You tried not to let the anger build.

During your meal you had tried to concentrate on Spencer but your mind kept wandering back to Daryl. You drank more that night than you had on any of your other dates trying to get up the courage to take things further. As you sat on the couch together kissing sweetly, You decided now was the time.

Standing up you straddled his hips moving your dress up enough to give your legs space to move. Grabbing his face you kissed him eagerly. Moaning as his hands came to your thighs rubbing them gently before moving to the small of your back pulling your core and chest tight to him.

Moving your lips now to his neck you kissed him hungrily. “Y/N….Y/N stop”

Pushing away from him you looked at him confused “Why….?”

“I really want you….REALLY want you but your so drunk!, it’s not right doing this now”

He saw the surprise and rejection in your eyes. Putting his hand in your hair he pressed your lips against his gently.

“Baby I want to make love to you, So fucking much but not while your like this. But soon. I promise ok?”

You nodded giving him a small smile, He was a good guy and you appreciated that about him.

“Guess i should go then…” You trailed off standing up from him and smoothing your dress back down.

“Want me to walk you home babe?”

Shaking your head “No it’s okay its only a block down i can manage” He stood walking you to the door he gave you one last kiss before wiping the slightly smeared lipstick from your face. Giggling you left.

Walking slowly up the street enjoying the light breeze before sighing and heading into your house, Leaving the lights off you walked straight into your bedroom.

That’s when you saw him. Lying on your bed, The same Jealous glare in his eyes. The previously full bottle of whiskey laying empty at his side.

“What the hell are you doing here Daryl?” You asked, trying to keep the nervousness out of your voice.

“What are you doin with him?” he retorted standing up from the bed now. He walked slowly to you.

Stuttering “He’s my boyfriend… Why wouldn’t i be with him”

“Ya fuckin mine! Not His!!Tell me Y/N Ya let him touch you?”

“What fucking business it of yours, I told you to leave me alone!” You snapped. He was standing directly in front of your now so close you could feel the breath on your cheek.

“You wanna be a whore, Walkin around with the likes of him, I’ll treat ya like a whore Y/N only had to ask….”

Leaning into you he pressed his mouth to your ear “Bet he can’t make yer feel as good as i can”

You froze as you felt him now his hands pulling you to him kissing your neck feverishly.

“Stop!” You cried putting your hands to his chest. “You don’t get to do this! Break my heart then think you can just what...Come in here and I’ll fall back into bed with you? Fuck you Dixon” Your voice full of venom.

You heard the growl rise in his chest, “That’s the fuckin plan” He sneered down at you.

Gripping your throat tightly he threw you onto the bed hands quick as lightning he pushed your skirt up revealing the lacy underwear you had put on for Spencer. Throwing his body onto yours he tried to kiss you.

Panicked you bit his lip hard drawing blood “Get the fuck off me….What are you doing!! I’m with Spencer!”

Wiping his lip he grinned at you “Still feisty Y/N Fuck Spencer. I’m gonna show ya what yer missin with him”

His voice now a low growl “You know you want this”

Putting his hand into your hair he gripped it tightly pulling your head back and keeping it in place while he attacked your neck again struggling against his body he kept you pinned..

“Daryl….Please...Please stop this!” You cried feeling the tears hit your eyes as his hand ripped your underwear from you.

“Ya know ya want me Y/N Why else would you be wearin a dress like this, Or that lipstick i got ya. Stop fuckin fighting this, I need ya now, You need me too” His hand now undoing his own pants as his teeth bit harshly into your neck and chest.

In one quick motion he was inside you. “See” he growled “So fuckin wet for me” At first you were ashamed of your body’s reaction to him, Then your mind started clouding feeling yourself get wetter and wetter. He pulled his teeth back now replacing it with warm wet kisses.

You couldn’t stop the moan that ripped from your throat as his huge member touched that delicious spot inside you making your chest arch to meet his.

You felt him smirk against your neck. Feeling the fight leave your body being replaced by the pleasure he was giving you he released your hair and lightened the pressure he had on your arms.

Instinctively you raised your arms to his neck tangling your fingers in his hair pulling his lips back to meet yours, Every part of your fight gone now. Just loving this feeling you had been denied for so long.

He kissed you wildly, his tongue pushing into your mouth groaning into the kiss when your tongue danced with his.

“Tell me how much ya love this cock Y/N” He growled lips moving back to your ear nibbling softly.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the sound of his voice feeling your body give in fully to him all thoughts of Spencer wiped fully from your head.

“Tell me Y/N! Tell me how you love my cock more than Spencer’s” he demanded. At Spencer's name your eyes flashed back to his.

“We didn’t….We never….Oh god Daryl!” You were so close.

Tormentingly his hips stopped then. “What d’ya mean ya didn’t? Is he fuckin crazy...Look at you...Look at this fucking dress” His hands went back to the hem of your dress which was now lying haphazardly across your stomach. Lifting your torso slightly he pulled it free from you.

“Oh god, Y/N I’ve missed this sexy fucking body” His head darting down to kiss your exposed breast, Groaning you felt him pull out of you his lips moving down your body.

“Daryl please, I was so close!” You begged, Missing the incredible full feeling you had moments ago.

Grinning up at you he ducked his head again running his tongue down and around your navel.

“Stand up” He ordered. It took a moment for your legs to respond, Standing with him knelt in front of you, He kissed both of your hips before kissing you harshly on your aching bud.

Licking from bottom to top a few times before starting to suckle softly at first then with growing intensity as his fingers found your heat, Once he had buried his fingers into you, You felt your knees growing weak again. Tangling your fingers into his hair and desperately pulling his incredible mouth closer as it swirled around whilst rocking against his fingers. His fingers curling inside you hitting your g-spot perfectly.

Just as you were feeling that blissful heat about to explode he pulled his mouth away, Fighting with him slightly you tried to pull him back, Grinning up at you he tutted “Not yet Y/N.” Removing his fingers from you he stood pulling you with him and pushing you up against the back wall.

Kissing you deeply and lightly brushing his fingers up and down your sides. You were panting heavily feeling the frustratingly close high fade away. Once your breath was back under control he knelt in front of you again.

“Trust me” His voice a dark gravel breath as he moved his body between your legs lifting one foot from the floor and putting it over his shoulder.

He gave you a swift wink before grabbing the other leg and putting that over his other shoulder. His hands on your hips to steady you he stood with you on his shoulders, Bracing yourself hands on the ceiling you let out a surprised yelp.

His teeth meeting the inside of your thigh. “Oh yes, Daryl!” you groaned. He turned his face nipping your other thigh before hungrily staring down his main target.

His tongue darted out of his mouth resuming its earlier attack on your aching clit, “Ahh please Daryl!” You begged as you felt your self building straight back up instantly.

Your walls were clenching tighter and tighter desperate for this knot to be unwound. Arching your chest, your head hitting against the wall a squealing moan escaping your chest as he nibbled softly on you.

Your breaths getting deeper as you got close again. And just like the other two times he pulled his mouth away. Manoeuvring you off his shoulders into his strong arms before dropping you back to the ground.

Your pleasure quickly turning into a frustrated rage. “What the fuck Daryl!” You swiped your arm at him trying to hit him in the chest, Catching your arms lazily he smirked at you not saying anything.

You could feel the tears of humiliation springing back to his eyes, turning away from him you wrapped your arms around your naked body. He had to be messing with you, This was cruel and if you were honest kind of painful.

“Get the fuck out” you yelled towards the wall not wanting him to see just how frustrated you were.

As his arms reached out for you, You felt the shift in his mood. At first you tried to shrug him away but he persisted pulling you into his chest. Leading you back to the bed he lay down next to you.

Still not saying a word he kissed you again sweetly this time. Letting you open back up to him as he slowly crawled back over to you, Nudging your knees open his mouth still on yours as he entered you again.

You looked at him nervously as he moved slowly not wanting to ignite that heat again, Worried he was going to take it from you again.

Hearing the deep moans coming from his throat as he kissed you, You allowed yourself to just enjoy the moment. He felt so good.

Every thrust was slow and deep, Filling you so completely like no one else ever could. He knew just how much you loved the slow torture. Moaning back for him you could feel your walls clenching down again.

Separating your lips you tried to control your high and calm your body down. Daryl watched as you squirmed, your chest heaving with your deep breaths.

Bringing his nose to your hair nuzzling it slightly before whispering “Cum for me Y/N” His eyes meeting yours, You prayed he was being sincere as you couldn’t hold it back much longer.

His hand coming up to your chest tweaking your erect nipples as he started to move faster in you.

“Oh fuck! Daryl” You whined, Your entire body feeling on fire as your every nerve responded to his words and actions. You felt a different type of pressure build in your groin, It was the sweetest pain you had ever felt.

Your body started to violently shake as it felt like lightning was ripping through your heat.

That’s when you felt it, It was like you had been paralysed as Daryl pulls out quickly replacing his throbbing cock with his fingers again.

Curling them back up to your g-spot his other hand palming your clit.

“OH FUCKKKKKK” you screamed as the first wave exploded through you. You could feel the waves of wetness exploding from you. Staring at Daryl incredulously he looked just as surprised as you did at your squirt.

You didn’t know what the fuck was happening to you all you knew was that it was the most incredible feeling you had ever had.

It seemed never ending as arc after arc of juices spilled out of you hitting his chest, His groin and soaking the bed. Pushing his desperate cock feverishly back into you, He hit into you harder than before.

Your juices were still leaking around him as he cried out. “Holy Fuck Y/N! I love ya,Yer fucking incredible!”

Your orgasm still ripping through you “Ah fuck Daryl!!!” You screamed as you felt it hit its highest point before your body started to slowly climb down.

“Ahhhh Y/N. Fuck” He cried out again as you felt him explode deep into you, You didn’t have the cognitive ability to comprehend what he had just said as you were clinging to his neck like you had just survived a tidal wave.

Not sure how long you had both stayed that way you felt as the sheets under you turned freezing cold from your juices.

Daryl moved off from you then pausing to kiss your forehead. Collapsing at the side of you it took him a few more minutes of deep breaths to compose himself. Both just lying there in stunned silence.

“That was…” He mumbled. “Incredible” you finished still seeing stars.

Turning to place a loving kiss on your lips. Your brain finally starting to work again.

“Wait….Daryl did you say…?” He pulled an arm over his face, his cheeks glowing red.

“Yah and what if i do?” He asked you slightly angrily.

“You don’t Daryl, If you did you wouldn’t have left like you did” You could feel the pain returning to your chest, All those months pining after him not able to eat or sleep with his absence.

“I do Y/N I just didn’ deserve ya, Didn’ want ya to fall for someone like me when you could have someone better for ya, Someone like Him” His arm still draped across his face not looking at you.

This was the most you had ever heard him talk about his feelings, Lifting yourself just enough off the bed to move upwards to his eye level you moved his arm away from his face making him look at you.

“I don’t want someone like him, You’re the best there is. I wanted you, And you broke me”

He looked at you guiltily “It damn near broke me too Y/N” He whispered.

The silence was awkward now, Giving you a small smile “We should uh get cleaned up, Didn’ know ya could do that....” he joked motioning at the juices still covering his chest. He got up and you tried to follow your legs instantly, going weak before you hit the floor. He caught you with a chuckle.

Pulling you in his arms he kissed you passionately moaning into his kiss you pulled back “I didn’t know i could do that either, Can we do it again?” You asked innocently, your eyes still closed.

He sighed heavily “I want to do that every fucking...Day” He growled you felt his member stir between you.

Carrying you to the shower and turning it on he set you down on your feet before taking you again and again. When you finally both came up for air you washed each other off and went back to the bedroom changing the sheets quickly and sinking into a happy blissful sleep with his arms wrapped around you tightly.

Waking up the next morning you were surprised to find the bed cold when you reached out next to you. Grumbling you opened your eyes searching for him, Eyes locking on him as he was pacing by the end of the bed fully dressed.

“Morning sugar” You grinned seeing him still with you,

“Good mornin Beautiful” He whispered. You let yourself bask in the happy morning glow.

“Y/N…..Y/N ‘M so fuckin sorry. ‘M gonna go just waited till ya wer awake, Needed ya to know how sorry i am” His voice full of emotion, He had glanced over to you occasionally not meeting your eyes.

You looked at him quizzically “Why are you sorry?”

Coming and kneeling at the side of the bed, He grasped your hand desperately in both of his.

“Ya know why Y/N I…..uh…..I” Stammering his words, his chest rising heavily, his grip on your hand starting to feel painful.

“I fucking forced ya!” You heard the emotion run over now as the sobs racked his body.

Not sure how to respond to this, You had to admit it sure started out that way but if you were being completely honest you had loved how rough he was with you, How much he needed you. The jealousy that overtook his whiskey addled brain.

He stood ripping his hands off you which brought you back to reality.

“I’ll go, I’ll leave ya don’ have ta see me again Y/N ‘m so sorry”

“Noo!!” You half screamed throwing yourself up from the bed and towards him completely forgetting about your state of undress.

Your hands gripping at his vest desperately, “No please! Daryl Please!! Don’t leave me i won’t survive it again, You can’t leave me” You were begging now trying to get his eyes to meet yours.

He finally gave in seeing the pain on your face. You shivered slightly and he immediately wrapped you in his arms holding you to his chest, His heart pounding in time with yours.

“But i...i….i hurt ya Y/N, I fuckin hurt ya.”

“No you didn’t Daryl. Look at me i’m fine! I’m ok! Please don’t leave! I just got you back”

“I am lookin at ya!” He growled. Pulling you towards the bathroom he pushed you in front of the mirror. “Look!!” He half yelled.

Letting a sharp gasp escape as you looked at your appearance. You were covered in bruises. There were clear finger marks on your neck, Marks from his teeth there too.

Looking down the bruises trailed across your hips with a few on your thighs.

After assessing them for a moment and determining that none of them actually hurt, The longer you looked the more you remembered about how those bruises got there. Biting your lip you turned to look at him.

Wrapping your hands around his waist, “Daryl really i’m ok! I bruise super easy, they look worse than they are, I promise. You didn’t hurt me.” Your voice dropping to a whisper “I want a repeat of last night, It was incredible” Feeling your cheeks flush you saw him looking at you incredulously.

Pulling away from him slowly you walked backwards towards the bed keeping your eyes on him, You could see the internal struggle as he internally fought with himself.

“C’mere baby i need you” You purred. Grinning as you saw the better side of him win, He rushed over covering your body with his kissing you feverishly, Lying you much more gently on the bed this time. Moaning into his mouth when your tongues met.

This man was a 100 different types of perfection, His clothes hitting the floor desperate to feel your skin on his again.

“For fuck sake!!!!” you whimpered as someone started knocking on the door. Panic in your chest as you tried to remember if you locked the door. Daryl stood quickly pulling his jeans back on swiftly.

“Y/N? Y/N you okay love?” He called through your locked front door.

Sitting up quickly and pulling the blanket around your chest hiding your body from his view.

You hand covering your mouth it was Spencer, God he couldn’t find you like this. You felt tears spring to your eyes as you realised the depth of your betrayal.

“Oh god, What am I going to tell him, He’s such a good guy and I did this. I’m scum!”

Daryl scoffed “He ain’t a good guy Y/N and yer aint scum, Yer worth ‘undred of him!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what i said, He aint a good guy. Yer don’t wanna hear it Y/N”

Pulling the blanket tighter around your body

“Don’t tell me what i want to hear, Tell me now!”

Daryl looked completely away from you running his hand through his hair, his other hand balling into a fist.

“He had a bet Y/N, Him and that asshole brother of his, On how long it would take him to bed ya, Said he were gonna let his brother have ya when he was done. Ta up the stakes he bet he could make ya fall in love with him first…” He trailed off his anger palpable.

The shock evident on your face, You had trusted him, Thought he had really cared but you were just a bet to him? Fuck this!

Daryl was hot on your heels as you ran full speed down the stairs and to the door. Ripping it open Spencer had just hit the bottom step as you appeared.

“Hey baby…” Looking from your face to the blanket wrapped around your naked body. He took the steps back two at a time. “Mmm should i join you” He winked. Stopping just before the door he took in your appearance.

The amusement dropped from his face as he saw the bruises “Babe what the hell happened? Are you ok?”

Letting the fury show on your face you pushed the door open wider revealing the shirtless Daryl behind you “Yeah im great! Sorry you're too late asshole, Guess you lost the bet huh?” You spat with as much venom as you could.

Daryl took a protective step towards you now as Spencer got closer.

“What the fuck Y/N what the fuck is he doing here? Did he do that?”

Raising your voice so the crowd gathering on the street could hear. “Don’t fucking start Spencer! I know all about your little bet!! You were going to trick me into falling for you, Fuck you and then hand me off to your brother? Who the fuck do you think you are? You and your brother can go fuck each other.”

Humiliated Spencer snapped his false demeanour vanishing “So you let the dirty old Redneck fuck you eh? You really will fuck anyone won’t you!” Glancing between you and Daryl. Daryl moving forward and wrapping an arm around you ready to move you out of the way if this got any worse.

“You can keep the bitch, She’ll have fucked half the town soon enough Buddy. Just what Alexandria needed a whore who will drop her pants for anyone if they give her a drink, Tried to fuck me last night too had to pry the dirty bitch off” he spat.

You couldn’t have held him back if you had wanted to, Daryl had flung himself at Spencer knocking him down the steps onto the street and straight on his ass. Straddling his hips he rained blow after blow, blood pouring from Spencer's face a mess of blood when Rick and Abe finally managed to pull him off.

Yelling at Spencer who was starting to get up timidly looking like he was about to hide behind his mother.

“I ever hear ya talk about Y/N that way again i’ll fuckin kill ya! Ya fuckin hear me!!! Yer or yer fuckin dumbass brother so much as look at my woman again they’ll be no savin ya!”

Pulling himself out of Rick’s and Abe’s grasp for a moment he threw a hard kick in the direction of Spencer's head.

“Daryl Stop!! He’s not worth it!” Your voice shaking as you tried to get Daryl’s attention, placing your hand gently on his cheek he stopped fighting.

“I ain’t lettin him talk to ya like that Y/N!” He almost whined trying to excuse himself.

“I know baby, But it’s ok he aint worth it! You taught him his lesson, I love you, I’m yours! Let’s go back inside!” Very aware now of all the eyes on you both, You still in just a blanket and Daryl only in his Jeans.

Daryl’s eyes softened pulling away from Abe and Rick again he pulled you to him.

“I love ya Y/N Ya are mine and now all these pricks know it” He half chuckled.

“C’mon, I’d like to get back to our earlier activities before this prick interrupted” Giggling as his eyes grew dark. Throwing a dirty look at Spencer you let Daryl throw you over his shoulder, His arms clamped around the blanket to cover your body.

He ran with you back up the stairs. You heard as Abe guffawed letting out a wolf whistle as Daryl slammed the door behind you both, Moving to the curtains he slammed them shut.

As he turned back to you, You dropped the towel swaying your hips as you walked over to him.

“Show me how your’s i am Daryl” You purred forgetting all about the incident just moments ago.

Your bodies collided, He showed you every spare moment he had just how much you belonged to each other, You couldn’t have even dreamt of how happy you were together. Spencer never hassled you again not even looking in your direction after that day, Much to Daryl’s amusement.

His group had accepted you as family instantly. Never once questioning your love just embracing it.

Even though the situation that brought you both back together hadn’t been ideal you couldn’t help the grin on your face every time he drank whiskey.

Thank god for Whiskey and Daryl fucking Dixon.

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this little prompt: in fics we usually see Sander as single dad and Robbe kind of sticking to their lil fam. could you maybe write where it’s vice versa(Robbe is single dad and he meets Sander at the most random conditions possible)

The second part has some background story happening in March 2020, so just a warning if you’re not comfortable with it.

Robbe looks at the new guy one more time, and every time, the guy looks right back at him a second later. It’s like he can feel whenever Robbe is staring, confused as to who this new guy is, and how he managed to sneak inside his tiny and very close group of friends.

Yeah, Robbe was busy for the past year or so, overwhelmed with a pregnancy, a break up, and now a baby that he’s responsible for.

He can’t be a bad dad. If there’s one thing Robbe will not allow himself to be is a bad dad to his kid. Freddy has not an inch of blame for being born and so Robbe will give him a good life with a solid relationship with his dad. It’s just that now, being at his first “real party” in what feels like forever, he can tell how much time he missed: how new relationships happened, and how old ones broke, and got fixed. His mood is partially affected because Jens and Jana are back together, and nobody cared to mention that to him. He feels like an outsider, and there’s no point in being here if he’s not missed or wanted.

He texts Noor, asking if Freddy is already asleep - which he’s not, of course Freddy would get that part from Robbe, not the good parts, but the bad sleeper was a must apparently - and so he tells her to get ready to go party or whatever she was planning on going because he’s stopping by at hers to spend the night with Freddy.

There’s no point in staying, and being out of every conversation so he might as well let Noor go out and have her fun. She was always a lot more social and easy to follow conversations than he is. And they’re cool now.

The months right after the break were hard, and she was already pregnant so he can’t imagine how it must feel with all the messy hormones, but they’re good now, better than they ever were when together. So there’s no problem in Robbe sleeping at her place while she’s out to be with Freddy.

It’s a quick bike ride from Senne’s place to Noor’s, and he texts her to open the door downstairs. She’s ready, with the door open when he gets there, clearly happy to leave the house for a few hours.

“Is he down?”

“Almost. I said you were coming so he was fighting his sleep to wait, but you know how powerful a bottle can be. But he’s in bed, changed, clean, ready for a daddy night.”

Robbe tries to smile at her, coming inside, taking his shoes and jacket off, hanging on the single hanger that’s empty in the hallway closet.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She asks, and Robbe hides his anger at himself for being terrible at keeping his emotions from his face.

“Yeah, yeah,” he exhales, tired all of a sudden, looking at her, grabbing her purse and the keys, “Did you know that Jens and Jana are back together?”

Noor frowns like she’s confused why he would ask that, “Yes? It’s been a few months, I think.”

“And you didn’t think of telling me?”

“I thought you knew!”

Robbe shakes his head just to end this conversation, not wanting to go cry about his problems to anyone but a sleepy baby.

“I made your bed next to the crib.” Noor is now great at understanding when Robbe is closed, not wanting to express himself, and she doesn’t argue like she used to do.

“Thanks. Have fun, and no need to rush.”

She smiles awkwardly at him, slowly closing the door behind her.

“Thanks, babe.”

The apartment is completely dark besides the hanging lights above the kitchen island, so Robbe goes straight to Freddy’s tiny bedroom. He walks on his tiptoes, but the second he sees his shadow covering Freddy, his baby drops the empty bottle, waking up instantly when he recognizes Robbe, shaking his legs and arms, wanting to be out of his crib immediately.

Noor is not home so she won’t be able to complain when Robbe grabs him carefully and lies down with him on the improvised bed made out of a very thick queen size comforter folded in half to make it thicker for Robbe to sleep on. He puts one pillow behind Freddy and covers both of them, finding the right position that will make him keep Freddy carefully tucked close to him even if he falls asleep.

It’s probably bad to feel this way, but Robbe can finally relax. He feels at home with a baby in his arms more than at a party drinking with his friends. He knows he’s young, way too young, and he should still let himself go out, and enjoy being a teenager and try to be social, but somehow, he already ran out of interest to even try.

His brain is now stuck with one image. Added to that awkward non-verbal conversation downstairs earlier, while waiting for someone to open the door for them. He saw the guy standing outside, by himself, and he thought he was going to another apartment in the same building.

It was a complete stranger, a blank, good looking canvas that Robbe could use for his daydreams. The white hair, the oversized, clearly vintage leather jacket with the expensive boots was the perfect personification of what Robbe would ever find attractive. And the guy had posture, and attitude too. Robbe doesn’t know him - he knows he’s Britt’s new toy from how they were acting at the party - but he can tell the guy has the confidence he can’t even comprehend someone having. He has his reasons to be confident, of course, with the looks, and style. And so Robbe starts building his perfect character around that.

Sander, if Robbe remembers correctly the moment he introduced himself once they realized they were going to the same apartment. And Robbe imagines him being nice, social but not too much, just enough for Robbe to use it too when they go out. He’s intriguing, smart, overprotective, caring, comfortable, sexy…

Robbe decides to go with the basic scenario tonight, he’s way too tired to spend minutes creating an actual background story. It’s a first date, Sander is amazing at holding eye contact, they’re talking, and Robbe doesn’t feel any pressure to keep the conversation constantly going because the silence is chill between them.

It’s a nice restaurant, not too expensive, and amazing food, and Sander is constantly interested in Robbe, in what he has to say but also how he acts, what he’s thinking about. At the end of the night Robbe is tipsy but just enough to relax, and his version of himself in tonight’s daydream is a lot bolder than he’ll ever be, and as they’re walking to the train station, the night is getting too cold for him, and so he holds Sander’s biceps, and they boy doesn’t even flinch about it, squeezing Robbe’s hand against his ribs to warm them up.

The train is empty, and they just walk around, holding the poles to not stumble with the slow shaky movements, while keeping a light, teasing conversation.

Robbe sighs, and opens his eyes after trying to ignore the first two messages he got, his phone making his pillow vibrate with each new message.

Jens: Where are you?

Robbeeeee

Zoe said you left already, bro

You forgot your wallet here

Britt said Sander lives next door to Noor so I’m gonna leave it with him to give it to you

Text me when you see this

You could have said you were leaving.

Robbe reads the messages again, checking if he got that right. Of course Zoe would notice him trying to sneak out. And of course Sander would be this close to him, of course he would have the neighbors-to-lovers story with Noor’s best friend, who’s constantly in Robbe’s life too. He drops his phone back where he first put it, making sure everything is muted this time. Freddy is sleeping calmly so Robbe moves slowly, just getting rid of his jeans and socks, giving up on that stupid daydream to try to sleep too.

March 2020

Robbe sits on the couch, trying to remember drinking the big glass of water Sander handed to him, both of them paying too much attention to the global news to say anything to each other. His head is still pounding from all the drinking they did last night, after over a year without drinking a single beer. The lockdown news was expected, sort of, that’s why they drank so much last night.

What if the world ends because of this stupid virus? Let’s not waste our chances to be at a bar one last time.

Still feels overwhelming, watching it being reported on every tv channel at the same time. Last night started as a joke, but the frenzy that’s happening around the world gives Robbe this bad gut feeling, a bitter taste in his mouth that he’s sure it’s not because of the beers, or cheap whisky. When they got their first few warnings from the government about a possible lock down, it was an obvious choice to stay at Noor’s. Her place has a lot less people, so the space ends up feeling bigger too, and having Freddy at the flat would also mean having Noor there most of the time, and Robbe is not sure how well that could work, sharing a bedroom with her, and a bathroom with her, Freddy, Zoe, Senne, and Milan…

Sander turns the tv off, dropping the control on the other couch, walking slowly to the window, still half asleep too, probably digesting all the information they just saw.

“Do your parents live here?”

Robbe takes a second to understand Sander is actually asking him that. He leans back against the couch, drinking his water and shaking his head.

“My mom does, my dad moved a couple of months back. Yours…?”

“Yeah, they live like ten minutes from here but I’m gonna stay here. There’s no way I’m gonna be forced to be inside and with my parents at the same time.”

“You need space, yeah, I get it.” Robbe adjusts the shirt Sander borrowed him last night, feeling like that was a polite request for Robbe to leave already. Sander finally looks back at him, leaning against the closed window.

“I didn’t mean you. They’re just too restricted with routines, and times to eat and times to go to bed and wake up. I’m okay here. And you’re okay here too, if you want.”

Robbe bites the inside of his cheek, nodding his head. The past year was intense, long sometimes. The second they talked for the first time it felt different than anything else. Sander added more and more to Robbe’s interest for him with every talk. And Sander is not very the slowly-make-a-decision type. Or maybe Robbe is just good at reading him, those intense gazes, the persistence to keep talking, and getting to know Robbe. He didn’t make it easy but it’s not the same now, not after last night. After swimming naked, and kissing…

It was a good night, and Robbe was tired of fighting, of thinking about what anyone else would think. After a few beers, and long silence stares deep into each other’s eyes, he felt himself blushing, the warmth taking over his whole being as Sander pulled his chair to sit right next to Robbe, his arm resting against the back of Robbe’s shirt like he had nowhere else to put it.

It took him a whole year, a few drinks, and a global event for Robbe to give in, and he still feels reckless for doing it. But he wanted Sander so bad it was starting to make him dizzy. He allowed himself to be a horny, reckless, needy teenager for one night, and he ended up here already: at Sander’s place, after a wild night. He doesn’t regret it, not at all. If it wasn’t for outside events giving everything an extra edge, they would probably be back to their constant flirty bantering they had going on for the past few months.

The fact that the world is on hold, on “stay where you are” mode, on “choose your bubble and stick with it for a confusing amount of time", makes things weird, and maybe more serious than it would be in any other situation.

Sander tried for so long, and Robbe feels bad for giving in during a time where it feels like a lifetime commitment.

“We have a really bad timing.” Robbe exhales a laugh, trying to keep an awkward conversation light. He doesn’t want to ruin this, whatever this is, and he certainly doesn’t want to lose Sander.

Sander lifts his eyebrows, thinking about it, turning his head a little bit, walking shyly back to the couch, throwing himself right next to Robbe.

“Or not. If you accept to stay here we can have the married life you want.”

Robbe rolls his eyes, and turns to look at Sander, noticing how close they are, forgetting what he was about to say for a second.

“And you, Sander Driesen, the human that’s against any type of restrictions or boundaries or labels formed by our society, would be happy to be married? When you’re basically a teenager still?”

“Yes…? If I’m married to you.”

Robbe blushes, can’t help but look at Sander’s lips again, struck by his honesty and straightforward-ness once again. Sander has no filter, and he means his words when he says them so there’s no doubt in Robbe’s mind he’s meaning it. Why me? Sander can literally have anyone he wants in the world, no pre-made conceptions holding him back from anything. And he has the looks, the style, the flirty brain. There’s literally not a single thing stopping him. Why would he settle for Robbe? And he’s been trying for months, so it can’t just be a passing crave.

Robbe stops thinking to press his lips gently against Sander’s soft, warm lips, staying close to him, their nose rubbing when he asks.

“Why me?”

“Why not you? I’ve been trying to gain your trust and attention for the past year, and you think a global shitstorm will make me change my mind?”

Robbe grunts, moving carefully just so he can look up and not create any physical distance between them. It’s not like he made it that hard either, Sander just likes to make Robbe feel sorry for him so he can tease him some more.

He was with Britt when they met. And when they finally broke up, Robbe felt like Sander was too quick to come after him, to talk and text nonstop, it didn't matter the day or time. They were now in the same group of friends, and Robbe felt like everyone would judge him - again - for being with someone that had just broken up with a close friend. They never openly talked about their feelings, or what they wanted but Robbe will never forget the night he actually understood Sander was really interested in him, it wasn’t Robbe’s wild dreams playing tricks on him.

It was a better than the usual night, where Noor and Robbe and Freddy were all hanging out with everyone and no argument started about what time to put their kid to sleep or how to feed him or anything stupid. They were chill, and having a good time watching everyone be mesmerized by Freddy like they are in their day-to-day life. And Sander was oddly quiet, looking grumpy from a distance. And nobody knew how close Robbe and Sander were. Nobody knew about the late night calls that lasted hours, or the constant text messages and flirting.

So Robbe stayed with Noor and Freddy most of the time. Until Freddy fell asleep, and Noor, kinda tipsy, followed him closely. It was Robbe’s night to stay sober for the both of them, and Sander finally came and sat next to Robbe on the couch as the party died down slowly.

“So you and Noor…back together?”

Robbe was as single as he was when they met, so he was taken back by the question.

“What? No? What do you mean?”

“You looked…intimate.”

He thought about making a joke about how intimate he and Noor were in the past and how that’s hard to look over when there’s a baby to remind them constantly but he didn’t because in the very, very back of his brain, he thought Sander might like him to some degree.

“We’re not, so…yeah.”

Robbe doesn’t remember everything because it’s been months, but he remembers thinking Sander sounded bitter and jealous for a second, distant, looking elsewhere but at him.

“I’m not worried,” he said, all of a sudden, putting his empty bottle down on the side of the couch, “We are the future.”

Those words, and Sander’s confidence saying them stayed with Robbe, making his life a lot harder because after hearing what was in between the lines for so long, he was anxious for whenever this future was going to catch up to them.

He didn’t make it easier for them, it didn’t matter what Sander had said. Robbe didn’t want a teenage fling, he didn’t want to put his walls down to fall in love for the first time ever only to be heartbroken after. He wanted the real deal, and so he made sure to take his time, checking if Sander wasn’t going to just give up on him if a bump ever came in their way.

“I don’t wanna bother you.” Robbe admits, pressing his lips together, looking at Sander again. He knows Sander needs his space when he has an episode, and he doesn’t want to make anything worse for Sander, or make him feel like he can’t do or be whoever he wants to be because he has a “visitor”. Freddy would be around a lot too, if Robbe decides to stay here and not next door. They already met before, obviously, and Sander is probably Freddy’s favorite friend, but still. He knows how much work it is and how stressful it can be.

“You never bother me. And if I need, there’s the studio…since you’re sleeping with me…right?” Sander lifts his eyebrows, coming even closer, smiling mischievously, just barely touching their lips, making Robbe hold his breath.

“I’m not even sure if I’m staying yet.”

“Don’t worry, we won’t have a crazy make out session like yesterday night in front of Freddy,” Robbe adjusts his posture, ashamed of how forward he was last night, and Sander continues, “but I think he should sleep in the same bedroom because the studio has too many paints, probably too many chemicals for a baby to breathe all night long.”

Sander leans against the couch, looking behind them at the wall that connects his and Noor’s place

“We can even open a tiny door where you and baby Freddy can come and go whenever you feel like it.”

Robbe laughs because he knows Sander means it. What a nightmare would it be to fix it later when Sander gets his own place and not a rental.

Sander kisses him again all of a sudden, his warm hands, with the skin a little rougher on the knuckles on his palms brushing against Robbe’s skin, lifting his shirt a little bit, pushing Robbe to lie down.

“Stop stressing. You’re allowed to sleep with me, and have a kid still. You’re a dad, and also a teenager who just met the love of their lives. You don’t have to give up one to have the other. Remember our talk about the universes? And all the endless possibilities?”

Robbe nods his head, not able to do or think anything else but to give in when they’re this close and comfortable with each other, wrapping his legs around Sander’s waist so they can be even closer, glued together.

“I made my choice, in every universe, in every possible scenario you tried to stop us from getting together for the past six months. I’m not going anywhere now that I finally found you. In every universe, we end up together, so stop fighting.”

Robbe exhales a long breath, trying to think how bad of a decision this is, but he’s made up his mind, he just needs to accept it.

He really wants to see where this thing the Sander will go, and it’ll only be temporary until things go back to normal.

“Here.” Sander stops inches before kissing him again, making Robbe grunt under him as Sander grabs his phone on the coffee table, clicking on a bunch of things, showing Robbe his online cart, filled with toddler things, buying everything to bring it here so Freddy is comfortable.

#wtfock #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #sobbe #sobbe fic #robbe x sander

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sylver-drawer · 2 years

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I feel like Diana ought to have more presence in WMMAP. For someone who Claude loved (no comments on whether she loved Claude because that's a whole nother ballpark), Lily was mesmerized by, and was/is Athy's mother she's achingly... absent. For the record I love characters that haunt the narrative. They may be long dead but their actions or their deaths themselves impact characters in the present in a meaningful way. Diana should've haunted the narrative more, in my opinion. And Athy should've been impacted so much more by her, even if just through Lily (no idea why Lily was singing praises about Claude when it was ultimately Diana who she was so awed by). So yeah this has turned into rambling I'm so sorry

No, exactly! Ghost-Halucination Diana was nice, but she was so important to so many people and… god, the scene where Athy meets Diana’s spirit feels almost… lackluster? Because we’ve seen Athy’s journey. She knows Diana is her mom, but she has never really thought of Diana her whole life except for the once in a while, “Oh dad is depressed because of what happened to mom” before moving on with her life. Diana could have been a GREAT way for her and Claude to bond even more (which would honestly make me like his character more). After he accepts Athy’s existence as his own, him talking and rambling about Diana with Felix pitching in and bubbly talking about her to his annoyance would have been so nice? It would have helped Claude move on so much too, talking to their daughter about what they both lost but also realizing that it isn’t the end. Lily and Claude could have also interacted! Silently acknowledging how mesmerizing Diana was while reminiscing.

In general, we should have also known about other aspects of the past that deeply affected everyone. Penelope for gods sakes, how is it that we’ve only had like three appearances of her?! She was such a detrimental character for both Claude, Felix, and Ana. I also want to know about Roger’s wife!!! What happened to her? Did she just die at some point after Ijekiel went to Arlanta? Is she actually just alive within the manor while her husband was being possessed by a dead vengeful spirit??? Give me the Alpheus Milfffff. Show who taught Ijekiel and Jennette their gentleness and kindness!

And the Ruby Palace Comcubines! Why were they done so dirty, that was like at least fifteen women just killed?!?! For no reason?!?! And nobody cares?!?! And I won’t even begin with the trauma Lily should have! She witnessed the massacre, she should have been terrified of Claude and so so sooo protective mama mode of Athy whenever in Claude’s presence! (I can’t even begin with the trauma Athy should have had retained from her second life too. Why is trauma only relevant when the plot needs it? So far, trauma wise, Jen has been the only consistent character because Claude seems to only be depressed on and off with anger issues in between, Lucas SHOULD have fears of abandonment similar to Jen seeing as his father figure essentially offed himself in front of him, and back to Lily for praising Claude to infant Athy but never talking once about the love of her life Diana??? Blasphemy, blasphemy I say!).

I love WMMAP, I really do, but god. Give events and characters weight. Don’t just say they were important, show they were important even if they’re long dead! Imagine. Imagine how much more emotional Athy and Diana’s meeting would have been if Athy saw how her guardians bonded and lovingly talked about the goofy, affectionate, sometimes scary mother she never met was. We were so robbed of all of these characters.

#who made me a princess #wmmap #wmmap lily #wmmap claude #wmmap diana #wmmap felix #wmmap roger’s wife #wmmap athy #wmmap penelope #wmmap concubines #sobbing in the club rn #we could have had so much

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mrsmaybank · 3 years

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Apocalypse - Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

“You’re finally taking Cinema and Literature.” I felt him smile against the skin of my shoulder. He said it so casually. As if my underwear weren’t on his floor and the room didn’t reek of last night’s sex and Absolut.

CONTENT WARNINGS: Semi-Graphic Descriptions of Sex, Alcohol, Language, Implications of fighting/angst, toxic relationship

A/N: You can’t tell me that little collage isn’t exactly what it would be like to date college Matthew. He was the embodiment of NYU Film Major. Looked fucking hot doing it too. Cigs After Sex is the soundtrack to your relationship, by the way. Listen to Apocalypse here.

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NYU TISCH SCHOOL OF THE ARTS

9:05 AM - Saturday, August 26, 2000 Sophomore Year

It was early Saturday morning. I was naked and petrified. Bare back faced to Matthew Gray Gubler. I didn’t know if he was awake, and if he was what the hell would I say. I hoped as soon as he realized the naked girl in his bed was me he’d kick me out. Save me the shameful, deer in headlights bra collecting exit. I prayed he would tell me to leave so I just....would. I heard pillows and sheets rustle, and I just hoped he just did what was best for the both of us.

Tell me to leave Matthew.

Like always though, we were absolutely not on the same page.

“So..” His big hand slid over my hip from behind me, his palm gently forcing me back onto him, “You’re finally taking Cinema and Literature.” I felt him smile against the skin of my shoulder. He said it so casually. As if my underwear weren’t on his floor and the room didn’t reek of last night’s sex and Absolut.

“Yeah.” I answered. His short finger nails dug into his hips as his chest met my back. Neck craning over me. I shuddered and he noticed.

“You like it right?” It was a painfully obvious double entendre and I couldn’t figure out either of the answers. The Cinema and Literature professors unconventional teaching methods were a circulating debate at NYU, but fucking my ex AND staying the night the first weekend back on campus was indisputably wrong. Problem was I really enjoyed both.

Wet lips began to pepper equally wet kisses on my neck. My ability to move or speak was stripped. It was embarrassing really; I couldn’t focus or function when he touched me. Matthew liked that. A lot. Somethings never change.

“Your opinion on Scorsese?” His hands traveled through sheets and onto the bare skin of my chest. I sucked in a deep breath and looked him in the eye for the first time since last night. He had a cocky, stupid hot smile on his face. His hands slipped under me and I knew I was gone so I looked away. I didn’t want to see what he was thinking. This was so incredibly self destructive. We were swiftly undoing all the slow healing we’d both already done.

My brain spun all its gears at once to get out an answer while his hands practically methodically massaged my boobs. The feeling was the best kind of familiar. “You value my opinion?”

A hand made it’s way to my face, pulling it to his so that we could look at each other again. “Always did.” His voice was soft with sincerity that affected me more then I would’ve liked it to.

God, why? Why did things end the way they did? Why did....Why was.... Just why? There were so many whys, way too many fucking whys. Just tell me why, Matthew, please.

Then he kissed me, and it felt like time didn’t exist anymore.

Your lips, my lips

Apocalypse

Time was like that for awhile, non-existent. The only thing that existed and mattered were the lips attached to mine and the torturously clever hand in between my legs. He stroked me with such tender care and affinity, I almost forgot we’d exchanged “Fuck you” more times then “I love you”. My breath got heavier and my moans got louder. I’d always meant the “I love you” more then the “Fuck you”.

“Come on pretty girl, come for me.” The strokes and rubs of my clit and insides got more intense as his mouth nibbled at my earlobe, “I know you missed it.”

“S-shit!” And like that, I let go. I gave him what we both wanted too badly for our own good.

He got up first. I tried not to look as he dressed himself, but I couldn’t help it. He manipulated all of my senses, vision included. My eyes couldn’t leave him and he smiled when he noticed my shy stare.

“I was surprised when you said Hi last night.” He said, absent mindedly zipping his fly.

“It would’ve been weird if I didn’t.” I responded, forcing myself to say it plainly.

“Not really, all things considered.” He rummaged through still unpacked boxes, “You need a shirt?” It was cheeky and unappreciated, but I still took the offer.

It was brown and striped, a personal favorite back in the days of cuddlefucking and PDAs in front of all of our friends. This boy was too clever. He tossed it to me before putting on his own and laying back down. I shimmied the shirt on. It smelled like his detergent and the butterflies in my stomach were having a field day.

“I uh--I annotated the first lecture if you want it.” The sentence coming from him was uncharacteristically low pitched. He’d run out of things he could say without one or both of us choking up.

“S-sure.” I nodded, “That’d be help-”

There was a pounding on the door, and instantly in my chest.

“C’mon Gube! It’s first Saturday back! We got Bloody Mary’s and chicken wings calling our mothafuckin’ names!” It was Danny. Matthew’s best friend, my dormmates friend, all of my friend’s friend, and obviously, MY friend. It was the worst possible person to be knocking on the door right now.

“Gubler, you bitch!” He laughed, “I know you’re in there man.”

I was silent as a mouse. We could play this off. He’ll leave eventually.

“Well motherfucker, I’m coming in! Rick gave me his key. Hide your dick if you’re jacking it!”

Fuckin’ Rick. His dormmate. Didn’t know much about him other then he had good weed and definitely was not here last night.

I was frozen in fear and Matthew’s hands wiped his face and then didn’t leave. They were trying to hide a smile. I was absolutely horrified and he was slightly amused. One word. Typical.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit.” Danny’s jaw had swung open when he entered the room and saw what was happening.

His best friend and the ex-girlfriend he’d probably, no definitely, proclaimed extreme hatred for were sharing a bed and clothes on a Saturday morning.

“So like.... is it exactly what it looks like?” Danny tried and failed miserably to stifle his laugh when he saw my face.

“Shut your fucking mouth and get out.” I practically screamed. Thankfully, he listened.

I was seething. At myself, at Matthew and at fucking Danny for being such a goddamn jackass.

“Hey..” Matthew rushed to calm me down but I hissed at him before he could touch me.

I launched myself out of bed and scrambled to get my things. “Phone, keys, wallet...what am I missing?” I muttered to my stupid, hungover, fucking mentally exhausted brain. I was answered with shimmery fabric peeking from behind a sheet. “Dress.”

“Here.” Matthew threw me some basketball shorts. I didn’t thank him.

Without a word, I was out the door. Fuck.

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The walk back to my dorm was pitiful. I scurried down the halls with dress and heels in hand, in clothes that were so evidently not mine, receiving mixed looks I didn’t have the brain capacity to decipher. I just wanted to cry.

I laid down in my freshly unpacked dorm, and there were two very distinct scents. My dorm mate Lo’s soy linen candles and my regret.

This kind of regret was laced with confusion and animosity and anger, and as much as I wanted to ignore it, there was a growing feeling of longing. Longing for Matthew and the way those skinny ass arms felt wrapped around my waist.

I couldn’t think about it for too long though, because Lo and her girlfriend, Jen were now in the doorway. Donuts and coffee in hand. God didn’t hate me so much after all.

“Give me one, right now.” I snatched a chocolate glaze from the box.

“You good?” Lo laughed and Jen gave me a look.

Shoving the donut into my face, I figured the best way to do this was bluntly. Danny was going to tell them within the hour anyway. Swallowing, I started rambling immediately. “I fucked Gubler last night.” I took another bite and kept talking with my mouth full, “Woke up and--Shit.” Sprinkles were falling everywhere. “He fucked me again.” I opened my eyes wide, “With his fingers.” I sighed, “They’re so long and--”

“Do NOT finish that sentence.” Lo interrupted. “Girl, why?”

“You think I fucking know why?” I threw myself back on my bed. “I barely remember what happened last night. All I know is where I woke up.”

“You’re fucked kiddo,” Jen said patting my head. “You get your bag, babe?” she asked Lo.

“Yeah,” Lo came out the closet and gave me a kiss on the forehead, “Sleep well my child.”

They were gone and so was my ability to not let tears stream down my face. There was a light knock on my door. If it was Matthew I think I would scream.

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Thank you for reading.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #mgg #mgg x reader #matthewgraygubler

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babymetaldoll · 3 years

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April’s fool (Matthew Gray Gubler/Reader)

Prompt: April’s fool joke goes horribly wrong

Warning: Angst, Matthew Gray being a little stupid, cursing, anger, fluffy ending ‘cos... I can’t help it, I’m sorry.

Summary: Matthew Gray has the stupidest idea to prank his girlfriend on April’s fool, and though everyone tells him not to do it, he doesn’t listen... and pays for it

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler/ Reader

Word count: 2K

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Sometimes you plan something for so long, and in such detail, it’s almost destined to go wrong. Matthew Gray had arranged every minute of his April’s fool joke for his girlfriend. He had set everything, actors had been hired, friends had been warned.

It was meant to be a disaster from day one. Even Paget and Shemar tried to stop him. But he didn’t listen.

- “Come on! it’s a prank! (Y/N) is gonna love it!”- Matthew chuckled bounding from foot to foot like a kid, excited with the idea, as his co-stars looked at him in disbelief.

- “I really doubt it”- Paget shook her head with a heavy sigh- “I actually think you are going to be single by the end of April 1st”

- “Yes man, she is cool and funny, but what you are planning to do is too much”

- “You don’t know her, Shemar!”

- “I know women, Matthew”- the actor tapped on Gubler’s back a few times and sighed- “And she is going to hate you”

- “I agree!”- Paget stood up and looked at her friend- “Just don’t come crying when it all burst on your face, ‘cos all I’m going to say is “Told you so”.”

Of course, Matthew Gray Gubler dismissed the warnings and continued with his plan. He was sure his idea was the best April 1st joke ever.

If only he had known.

(Y/N) was coming out of the shower, on what was going to be one of the most chaotic April 1st’s mornings in the history of humankind, when she heard the phone. She had five missing calls from an unknown number. That was odd.

- “Hello? Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?”

- “Yes, who is this?”

- “My name is Jen Callahan, I’m calling you ‘cos you are listed as the emergency contact of Matthew Gray Gubler”

Those words are enough to make anyone panic. She held the phone tight and took a deep breath, feeling everything around her spinning.

- “What happened?”

- “There was an accident on the set, listen, we need you to come right away, he is in surgery right now”

- “Surgery?? why??”- (Y/N) yelled in shock

- “As far as they told me, there was an unexpected problem with one of the props and he has most of his legs and back burned, apparently, they are third-degree burns, we need you to come”

- “I’ll be right there!”

(Y/N) got dressed as fast as possible, grabbed the car keys, and rushed out of the house. Even for Matthew, faking a serious accident just for a prank was too much. Right? Right.

- “Did she buy it?”- Gubler stood smiling next to the nurse he had asked for help pranking his girlfriend. They were both standing at the front desk of the hospital, and the actor could hardly hide his excitement.

- “She freaked out”

- “Thank you so much, Anna”- he nearly jumped on his spot, like the manchild he was, as the woman next to him sighed and crossed her arms on her chest

- “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

- “Yeah! of course! why do you ask?”

- “‘Cos I would kill my boyfriend if he ever pranks me like this”

- “That’s because you are not (Y/N), and he is not me, trust me, she is going to laugh for days after this joke, she’ll tell about it to everyone we meet”

Gubler was indeed very certain of his words. The woman shook her head and raised her hands.

- “I already did my part, and if this goes wrong, I’ll have nothing to do with it.”

And again, if only Matthew knew what he was doing. What he was getting into.

(Y/N) was driving to the hospital as fast as possible, almost missing a few red lights. She couldn’t believe what had happened, she had kissed Gubler goodbye that morning after they had breakfast, and made plans for dinner out. He had already pranked her for heaven sakes! he had given her a frozen cereal bowl, with frozen milk and spoon. He had left it overnight in the freezer and laughed on her face when she tried to eat it. And that had been it!

How on earth did he get in a fire on the set?! how?!

(Y/N) grabbed her cellphone while driving and dialed Paget’s number. She needed more details, she needed to know what was going on, how it had happened.

Paget was standing next to Shemar on set when her phone rang. Matthew had given them a script in case his girlfriend tried to contact them (literally a script, including (Y/N)’s lines, ‘cos he said he knew her so well, he knew exactly what she was going to say and ask).

Gubler had actually asked help from the hospital staff to make everything work perfectly: (Y/N) was going to arrive and a “nurse” was going to be waiting for her at the lobby, and ask her to fill a form. Then, she was going to walk her to the waiting room, where a “doctor” was going to give her all the details of the accident and the operation, and then he was going to take her to him. Matthew would be on the bed, pretending to be asleep, covered in bandages, and as soon as (Y/N) would get near, he was going to jump out of bed with a t-shirt that said “April’s fool day!” and (Y/N) was going to be so relieved he was ok, there was no way she was ever going to be mad at him.

Right? Of course!

Or that’s what Matthew kept telling to himself.

- “Hello? Paget?”- (Y/N) asked, barely listening on the other side of the phone. She was too worried, too nervous to really know what she was doing.

- “(Y/N)! (Y/N)! can you hear me?”

- “What happened?! what the fuck happened to Matthew?!”- the actress didn��t really want to lie, but she had given her friend her word she was going to help him with this prank.

- “(Y/N), listen, calm down”

- “How the fuck do you want me to calm down?! they just called to tell me my boyfriend is in surgery!! what happened?!”- (Y/N) was now shouting on the phone, terrified.

- “I wasn’t there, I just saw when they took him out… but he is going to be ok! I promise!”- Paget felt like shit listening to how (Y/N) broke in tears.

- “How do you know that?”- the young woman sobbed- “They told me he was severely burned, that he….”

But there was a yell at the other side of the line and a big crash. Paget stayed still, cold, holding the phone, with widened eyes.

- “(Y/N)? hello? (Y/N)? are you there?”- but there was no one on the other side of the line.

- “Hey, what happened?”- Shemar asked as soon as he noticed Paget’s face was white.

- “I think (Y/N) had an accident”

- “What?”

- “She was driving, and she was very upset and… I think she crushed the car”- neither of them moved for a second, both in shock to think that might actually happen.

- “Matthew!”- the actress shouted suddenly- “I have to call Matthew!”

Gubler was in the hospital room waiting for his girlfriend to appear crying. He was very anxious to see her surprised face when he jumped from the bed with a big smile and a goofy t-shirt he had hand made for the day. But (Y/N) was running late, and the actor was growing impatient.

He was about to walk outside and go see what was going on when his cellphone hummed in his pocket, and he quickly picked it up.

- “Matthew!!”- Paget yelled as soon as she heard her friend’s voice at the other side of the line, cheerful as always- Matthew! listen to me, something happened

- “What?”

- “(Y/N) called, and...”

- “Oh please don’t tell me you told her what was going on, ‘cos...”

- “No! Matthew, listen to me, I think something bad happened”- and Gubler’s heart dropped.

- “What do you mean bad?”

- “She called me on her way to the hospital, and she was freaking out, I tried to calm her down a little, but it was impossible, and then”- Paget made a pause and bit her lips, trying to find the right words to say it.

- “Then what the fuck happened?!”- Gubler shouted.

- “Then there as a crash and the line went dead, Shemar is trying to contact her now, but neither of us has managed to do it!”

Matthew Gray’s eyes filled with tears in a second. He was petrified in fear and guilt. He never stopped to think about what was going to happen with (Y/N) from the minute she got the call to tell her he was hurt until she saw him. He knew she was going to be affected, but he didn’t feel the weight of it until that second. He knew (Y/N) loved him, of course, she was going to be nervous and anxious to get to the hospital, which meant she was prone to any accident on the road. Including a car crash.

- “Oh no, no, no, no”- he repeated over and over again as he walked out the room and ran outside the hospital. He went past a few of the actors he had hired, the nurse he had asked for help, and some random people in the sitting area. He needed to find (Y/N), but he didn’t even know where to start looking. Just the idea of her being hurt was hurting him. Killing him. He had to find her and hold her, and make sure she was alright.

- “Did you lose something, Gubler?”- (Y/N)’s voice made him jump as soon as he set foot outside the hospital. She was standing there, arms crossed on her chest, her face tightened, narrowing her eyes.

- “Bunny! you are ok! oh shit! thank god you are ok!”- but Matthew looked past all those details and ran to her, wrapping his arms around her tight, and pressing her as close as his body as possible. He kissed her cheeks, shoulder, and forehead over and over again until she pushed him away and looked at him.

- “You do realize now your April fool’s joke sucked, right?”- she was still serious, though Gubler was still trying to kiss her and hold her tight- “Thinking someone has been severely injured is not funny!”

- “I know, I’m sorry! are you ok?”- he didn’t even think about his answer, he just apologized and looked at her- “Let me see you”

- “I am fine, nothing happened to me”

- “But Paget said…”

- “I know what she said… you should call her and tell her I’m ok, by the way”- Gubler nodded and looked at (Y/N) again. Before doing anything else he just leaned in closer to her and kissed her.

- “I’m sorry I scared you, Bunny”- he whispered and rubbed his lips against hers.

(Y/N) wasn’t mad, she was glad Gubler had realized he had had a shitty idea and that he had learned a lesson, There are things you don’t joke about.

- “When did you realize it was all a prank?”- he was still holding her tight as he asked.

- “When I called your mother and she told me the whole plan, two minutes after I started driving, she said she told you it was a shitty idea”- and Gubler smiled, kissing her lips again.

- “She did… and I didn’t listen…”

- “So I decided you needed to learn a lesson”

- “Lesson learned, Bunny... I’m so sorry I scared you”

- I’m sorry I scared you too… though you totally deserved it- Gubler nodded and kissed her for the hundredth time. He sighed thinking he was lucky she was ok, and he was lucky she wasn’t mad. The plan he had for their upcoming anniversary was way better than his April’s fool prank, and the ring he kept hidden in his trailer was the proof.

- “Come on Bunny, let me buy you lunch”

- “Aren’t you supposed to go back to work?”- Gubler made a pause and sighed

- “Shit… I’ll buy you dinner then”

- “You better!”

#spencer reid #matthew gray gubler #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #matthew gray gubler fanfiction #matthew gray gubler x reader #babymetaldoll writes #april's fool

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fiction-fun · 3 years

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Fanfiction request?? Power Rangers? If you're still doing it, :)

Sometime in the future of the time force, Jen reminisces her memories with the rangers, looking up a wall of memories, that has pictures of her and the rangers together. (It's based on a fanart i drew) the rest of the premise and story and everything is on you!!

And if you don't wanna do it, it's okay!! But thank you so much ofr listening!!!!

Hey! I am so so so sorry this took so long! I really hope this is something like what you wanted!

Fandom: Power Rangers Time Force

Pairings: past Jen/Alex, past Jen/Wes, otherwise none

Words: 1773

Warnings: None, well general Power Rangers drama

*With Jen*

Jen stared off into the distance as memories washed over her. She smiled faintly as a certain memory danced to the front of her mind.

It was the first time she had met Alex, and although even thinking his name still sent a tinge of pain through her, she still loved remembering the happy times. Like when he helped her, in the beginning. She had just joined the academy and she was a nervous wreck. But he saw in her a potential she didn’t see in herself, and helped guide her through the difficulty that was the academy and allowed her to grow.

Jen let out a small sigh, not sad exactly more wistful. Another memory flooded back to her and she shifted her grip on her helmet.

After a while Alex and her had started dating. Getting onto the same team had been like a dream, even with Alex as her superior officer. She worked hard until her and Alex could stand side by side in strength and reputation. Alex managed to capture the villain Ransik. They both, Alex and her, had attended his trial. And once he was convicted without the threat of Ransik Alex had proposed to Jen, and her accepting without hesitation.

Jen stopped for a second shaking her head, her hands shaking around her helmet even as she gripped it tighter. In her rapid hazy thoughts, she failed to hear the sound of the time portal closing.

Then one day Ransik escaped, they had been waylaid during transport and Ransik had escaped. The team had tried to chase him down but arrived in time to see Ransik shoot down Alex and jump into a time portal. Jen and the rest of the team, Lucas, Trip and Katie followed after him, on the orders of their fallen leader.

Jen let out a shaky breath and reached up to wipe her face, from the tears that had slowly been trailing down.

Meeting Wes had only set off anger in her. The pain of loosing Alex so recently and then having to go to their past and finding someone who looked exactly like her lost love. It unsettled her and upset her.

She took a deep breath, dwelling on the thoughts of how her…friendship…relationship…with Wes started, the journey and path made it an experience she’d never forget. Alex reappearing in the middle of everything didn’t exactly help the matter. Her brain started playing out another memory for her.

Alex appeared in front of them and immediately started reprimanding them for ‘Not following the rules by the book.’ she found herself questioning, did she still love Alex as much as she had? He wasn’t the same person she had fallen for, the carefree, kind and gentle man she had fallen for in the academy had been changed into a bitter and stern man. To a point shed almost call him cruel in his words and actions. But Wes who had shown them all nothing but kindness even if she hadn’t always been the nicest. Alex had immediately taken Wes’s Chrono-morpher back angrily telling him he wasn’t needed, and with his father injured like he was Wes had just left. Dragontron had been a new battle and they knew they were overwhelmed especially with Lucas rebelling against Alex’s harsher leadership. This in turn had led to Katie and Trip to confront Alex and force him to hand over the Chrono-morpher. Wes with the help of Trip, Katie, Lucas, and herself immediately went into battle against him and with Wes working with them it made the battle seem…almost to easy.

She smiled softly as more memories washed over her playing almost like a collage of images in front of her eyes. One memory swam forward and she felt the fear grip her stomach as if it had just happened.

Her fists slammed against the metal and glass of the ship as it took off. Trip was besides her as Lucas and Katie tried to get the ship to stop. Nothing they did seemed to matter. Ransik had attacked, his final battle, and to protect them Wes had locked them in their ship and forced them back to the future. Arriving in their time, the year 3000, they found Alex and all of them demanded that he send them back, that they had to go back to help Wes and Eric. Alex kept denying sending them back, even telling them that Wes ultimately dies in this battle. But that just makes them want to go back even more, and with the time rift over Silver Hills it’d be easy for them to get back. Jen finally makes the last move that ultimately sways Alex to send them back, she gives back his ring. This was the final proof that they’d do anything for their new friends and Alex told them to take Time Force MegaZord, as it was likely the only thing to be able to make the trip.

Jen gave a sigh as the rest of that memory played out not hearing the portal opening behind her.

They got back to the past in time to help Wes and Eric but only barely. Jen managed to lure Ransik away from her injured team, to a warehouse where Ransik immediately attacked who he thought was Jen, only for it to be Nadira. Realized who he had just hot Ransik immediately surrendered, not willing to risk injuring his daughter again. Jen in stunned silence arrested him, still looking at were Nadira was crouching protecting what she could barely make out to be a small baby. After that, things had to move fast, she finally admitted to Wes that she loves him and he returned it! But Jen and the other Time Force Rangers had to return to the future to place Ransik in prison. Jen and Wes shared one kiss they’re first but not last. Jen gave him her Time Force badge before leaving and watched him until they entered the time vortex to go back to their own time.

Jen shook her head; she had been in contact with Wes since then. Not often but she had, she really wished he could be there now. She sighed and shook her head again that wouldn’t be possible not after what happened when she left after hunting down the mut-orgs with the Wild Force Rangers.

She smiled at Wes as he showed up, obviously excited about seeing her. That is until she had told him she had already been there for two weeks. The. He was upset because she hadn’t told him that she was back in his time. He had gripped for a while before finally he just smiled and hugged her; they spent that night cuddled together on the animarium. The next morning, they split up into teams to go find the mut-orgs. After stopping the reaction in the reactor and taking down the remaining mut-orgs, Jen and Alyssa having taken out one already, they all returned to the floating island in the sky for a picnic. The next evening when Trip, Lucas, Katie, Ransik, Nadira and her had to return to the future Wes pulled her aside. He told she meant the world to him, but that he couldn’t handle the long distance. It was to much for him, she understood it would be too much for anyone. They parted nicely but it still stung to think about for her.

She smiled sadly as the memories washing over her started to slow down a bit.

Trip had ended up going back to his own home planet after the mut-org mission, but he kept in touch with his friends and teammates. So, when he got word that the Time Force powers and Morphers were going to be switched out for better powered ones, he knew Jen being an instructor and most attached to her current Morpher would be the one most affected. The others still did cases but less so then Jen. He immediately grabbed Circuit and found a ship that would take him back to earth, reaching where Jen was, he saw her totally out of it. He stood next to her watching the emotions play over her face he could almost tell each memory that she was reliving. He made his decision to go get the others, when he saw a tear trail slowly down her face. In a second, he had a time portal open and had headed to Lucas, the one closest to them in the time stream.

*With Trip ~ back to the top*

Getting to him hadn’t been easy, but convincing him to come get Katie Wes and Eric with him had been easy. Back into the time stream for Katie, they got her and Wes and Eric easily, although the last two did have to make some arrangements before leaving.

*with everyone*

The five of them reappeared behind Jen as she seemed to shake herself out of her memories.

“Hey Jen!” Trip called softly.

His sudden voice surprised her and made her jump and turn around, her eyes going wide as she took in the whole team.

“Hey, what are you all doing here?” Jen asked still a bit stunned to see them there.

“Well, someone.” Lucas paused for a second to point at Trip. “heard about the power refit and came to see you before coming to get us. Said something about you ‘needing friends for support’ although he could have chosen a better time to come get me. The middle of enemy territory not the best time.” Lucas said a small smirk.

Trip rubbed the back of his neck but Katie interrupted him before he could speak.

“At least he didn’t catch you in a…hmm…personal situation.” Katie said good naturedly with a gentle smile.

Trips face darkened scarlet and even Lucas turned a light red.

“Honestly he interrupted a meeting I was happy to leave” Wes said with an easy-going smile.

“Speak for yourself! I was having fun running the newbies through training.” Eric said with a smile of his own.

Jen couldn’t help but laugh as she walked the few steps over to her team, no her friends. They all shared hugs and told stories. Jen knew even with things changing, some things never would. She smiled softly feeling Wes’s arm land on her shoulders. They might not have ended up together for obvious reasons, but she knew he’d always be in her corner, and she in his. The team had become friends and from friendship had born a family that nothing, not even something so minor as 1000 years could break apart.

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Comics read this past week:

Marvel Comics:

The Savage She-Hulk (1980) #2-3

With these issues of The Savage She-Hulk I went from December 1979 to January 1980, according to the Marvel Wiki. The first issue of this series, which was She-Hulk’s first ever appearance and origin story, had been written by Stan Lee, but these issues were written by David Anthony Kraft. Issue #2 was penciled by Mike Vosburg and inked by Chic Stone. And the breakdowns of the art for issue #3 were drawn by Mike Vosburg, which were then finished by Chic Stone. Issue #2 was colored by Bob Sharen and issue #3 was colored by Carl Gafford.

These issues provided a bit more background on Jen. In issue #1 she had been shot by criminals working for Nick Trask because she was representing another criminal named Monkton, who was being framed for murdering Trask’s bodyguard. There she was somewhat flippant about risk to herself, saying, “C’mon! Those things only happen in movies,” when it’s suggested that Trask might try to have her killed, which happens right before the shooting. In issue #2 it’s revealed that Nick Trask actually had Jen’s mother killed because Jen’s father is a police officer that was pursuing him, so this all is a personal vendetta for Jen. But Jen’s father is against Jen trying to take Trask down as a lawyer because he’s afraid of the risk to Jen.

Also, surprisingly to me, Jennifer’s transformation into the She-Hulk didn’t completely heal her injuries from being shot, which isn’t something we’ve seen happen to Bruce. She’s even wearing a back brace. Her back pain sort of takes the place of creating drama that Bruce’s need to keep his emotions in control does. After a frustrating interaction with a rival, Jen’s internal dialogue reads: “Ungh! Bukowski made me so mad… I twisted my back… pain is killing me…” This is just that her anger made her thoughtlessly move in a way that exacerbated her injury, not that her powers themselves are making anger painful for her, but she’s even taking tranquilizers to help her manage like Bruce used when he was still keeping that he was the Hulk a secret and still had his job working for General Ross. Later there’s a scene where Jen chases after her friend who is in danger, trying to handle the situation without transforming, but: “Pulse racing as fast as her feet, Jen sprints up the street… But then she stops short… as sudden, searing pain shoots up her spine!” She falls to the ground and in her anger transforms into the She-Hulk, which was the only way she could handle that situation at that point anyway.

There also is some amount of memory disconnect between Jennifer Walters and the She-Hulk, which I hadn’t gotten the impression of from issue #1. In issue #3 there’s a moment where Jen is shown footage of the She-Hulk holding the dead body of a man that she knew she had been searching for earlier and she’s horrified, thinking, “What have I done?! I remember that man… I held him in my arms as… her! It’s all so hazy…” When she does transform into the She-Hulk again, she remember that the man was already dead when she found him.

Similarly to Jen still being affected by being shot despite transforming into the She-Hulk and back again, when she thinks that she killed that man in issue #3 she takes a heavy dosage of tranquilizers to prevent herself from transforming again and overdoses and has to be saved by her med student friend, which is a kind of thing I don’t think we’ve seen Bruce experience up to this point in his comics.

The Hulk! (1978) #27

This issue of The Hulk! was published in April 1981, according to the Marvel Wiki. It contained two black-and-white Hulk stories, both of which were penciled by Gene Colan. The first was 30 pages and was written by Lora Byrne and inked by Dave Simons. And the second was 20 pages and was written by J. M. DeMatteis and inked by John Tartaglione.

In the first story there’s a scene where a man who thinks Bruce has been flirting with a woman he’s interested in says, “Yer’n awful feeble excuse for a man, f’ya don’t mind me sayin’ so,” while giving Bruce a painfully tight handshake. Bruce’s response is, “No, no, not at all. Everybody says that.” While Bruce is motivated here to try to not provoke this man by not wanting to risk transforming into the Hulk and hurting him, what he says isn’t actually entirely untrue. Bruce’s early comics are filled with him being degraded by General Ross for failing to be properly manly, saying that he’s “weak-kneed,” “lily-livered,” and a “milksop.” And the way that Bruce talks when this situation escalates was really reminiscent to me of that language. The man says, “It fairly turns my stomach to have to kill such a poor excuse of a man as you, but I got my honor to consider.” Bruce responds, “Listen, I’ll agree that you’re a better man than I am! I’ll run away just to show what a yellow-livered coward I am, and then you don’t have to…” It’s interesting to me that Bruce is visibly feeble enough to be considered a failure of a man and how readily he attempts, though it’s ultimately unsuccessful in this situation, to use that appearance to try to fend off other men who are risking provoking him into transforming into the Hulk. Despite that this was been a part of Bruce’s character since the beginning, we haven’t gotten much on how Bruce feels about not living up to standards of masculinity because he’s been preoccupied monologuing about how he feels about being the Hulk. Though this does remind me of how during Betty’s breakdown when Glenn Talbot was taking prisoner right after their honeymoon she said that she never even got to cook a meal for him in their home.

Iron Man (1968) #90-94

In this batch of Iron Man issues I went from June 1976 to October 1976, according to the Marvel Wiki. Issue #90 was plotted by Archie Goodwin and scripted by Jim Shooter, issues #91-92 were written by Gerry Conway, and issues #93-94 were plotted by Herb Trimpe and scripted by Gerry Conway. Issues #90-92 were penciled by George Tuska and issues #93-94 were penciled by Herb Trimpe. And issues #90 and #92-94 were inked by Jack Abel and issue #91 was inked by Bob Layton. Issues #90 and #92 were colored by Don Warfield, issue #93 was by Janice Cohen, and issue #94 was colored by George Roussos. The colorist of issue #91 is unknown.

Back in issue #85 Tony had changed his armor to a form-fitting piece that he can wear under his clothes which extends to cover his limbs and head when activated. He’d previously carried around his armor in a briefcase. In issue #90 Tony has the thought, “I’m beginning to wonder if I wasn’t better off in my old, slightly clumsier, heavier but much more powerful armor.” In issue #91 he says, “Even though I’ve had it for weeks, I still don’t feel comfortable in my new de-polarizing armor. It’s like wearing a tee-shirt and swim trunks- it just doesn’t feel like metal- and subconsciously I guess that bothers me. Perhaps I’m more conservative than I thought.” He adds in issue #92, “I even feel nostalgia for my cumbersome old attache case.” But also in issue #92 Tony’s suit is ruined by the Melter and he has to use one of his older ones, which presents its own complication: “No! This armor is still stiff- awkward! I can’t pull my swing- Horgan’s stumbling backward, toward the window- and I can’t catch him!” This villain ends up falling to his death.

In issue #90, while working on his armor, Tony suspiciously has the experience, “I still have some tests to run before I do any major design- Uhhh! F-feeling… a little… dizzy… wobbly. Must be working too hard. Not enough sleep… I… guess.” He doesn’t go sleep after this, though, and instead goes out as Iron Man to follow up a lead in a case. In issue #93, while on a mission, Tony has another concerning experience: “Unnnnhh! That’s funny. For a moment there… I felt dizzy… and weak all over, in my arms… and my legs! It must be my armor. It’s been functional the last few hours, but all that swimming may have damaged some circuits.” It happens again in issue #94: “Uhhh… some sort of chill… like that sensation of pressure I felt a few hours ago. For a moment, I was so weak- but it’s gone, so relax, Tony.”

In issue #90 Tony tracks a villain down to an abandoned warehouse and has the thought, “How could I have forgotten this place? Janice Cord owned it. I- loved her very much, once.”

In issue #90 there’s a moment where Iron Man gets sucker punched and Tony thinks, “I deserved it- standing there flat-footed like a- uhh!- brainless novice!” Later he tells the villain, “You had your inning! You shouldn’t have even had an inning, ugly! Don’t know what’s the matter with me! Maybe I’m just not used to fighting with my armor fully operational and at peak power! Or maybe it’s just that I’m basically a peaceful type- and I hold back a lot because I don’t want to hurt anybody!”

In issue #92 Tony says, “If only Pepper and Happy Hogan were here, so I could confide in someone… But no… I’m alone- the millionaire ‘man who had everything’ is missing one all-important item- a friend!” The narration immediately corrects him: “Well, not quite. The owner of Stark International does have a few friends, though they’re not privy to his secret life…”

In issue #93 Tony thinks, as he’s working on an issue with his armor, “I’m glad I’m not in danger- because if I were, and I had to fight, I might be killed. That’s the trouble with my armor. No matter how great the advantages it provides- it can also provide an equal disadvantage without the slightest warning. Sometimes I wonder, do I control it- or does it control me?” When he is attacked, he thinks, “I should have known something like this would happen. My luck’s been bad ever since I stepped on that land-mine back it Vietnam, years ago.”

In issue #93, regarding an enemy’s advanced technology, Tony thinks, “From one point of view, I can admire Kraken for his engineering know-how… but there are days when I’m not too proud of that particular point of view.”

There was an emphasis on disability with the villains in this batch of issues. The Controller, who is paralyzed but can make himself able and super strong by absorbing the strength from ordinary people that he takes control of and enslaves through technology, says in issue #91, “I’ll tell you about war, Iron Man. War is the battle within you, when you’re body becomes a twisted ruin- and your mind is all you have left! War is the hate you live with, when you’ve nothing else to live for! War is being crippled, paralyzed- and praying for death!” And in issue #94, regarding the villain the Kraken, Tony says, “A few years ago he was egotistical, maniacal, brilliant- but as far as I can remember, hardly mad! Apparently, he’s changed more than physically, once he had a hook for a hand- now it’s been replaced with a powerful robot fist and a razor-sharp electro-sword- just as his left leg is now a flying ‘jet peg’! He’s also heavier, stronger, scarred! Could all these physical changes have affected his mind?” This would have stood out anyway even if it wasn’t for the suggestion that Tony’s heart problems were returning, because, as Tony’s heart problems have been a part of his character since his origin story, disability has always been relevant with him.

The Defenders (1972) #87-91

In this batch of The Defenders issues I went from June 1980 to October 1980, according to the Marvel Wiki. Issues #87-88 and #90-91 were written by Ed Hannigan. Issue #89 was plotted by David Anthony Kraft and Ed Hannigan, with Mark Gruenwald and Steve Grant contributed ideas, and then scripted by Ed Hannigan. The breakdowns for the art of all of these issues were drawn by Don Perlin, which were all then finished by Pablo Marcos. Issue #87 was colored by Barry Grossman and issues #88-91 were colored by George Roussos.

In issue #87 there was a secret tribunal discussing the Defenders, before which Jack Norris was asked to testify, who hasn’t been seen in this book for awhile. He’s the husband of the woman whose body the Valkyrie is possessing. While Jack tried to defend them, the tribunal was otherwise framing the team as a group of dangerous criminals, particularly with regards to their association with the Hulk. It’s noted that, “Subjects apparently were searching for the Hulk, and they seemed to be concerned for his safety, rather than that of the populace.” Another person testifying was Patsy’s ex-husband, who did not portray her favorably. I really liked this because I had enjoyed it when the concept of the Defenders was that they were a team of largely outcasts, for whatever reason, from the broader superhero community and weren’t known by the civilian population, and I found it annoying when they were suddenly made public. This is a return to treating them as not like a standard publicly-regarded team. But there is a new writer starting in issue #92 so it’s possible that this plot thread will be dropped.

Patsy learns that her mother died in issue #89 and the rest of the team, at Patsy’s request, attends the funeral. After that Patsy’s mother’s home ends up becoming the new base of the Defenders, since Kyle’s riding academy burned down and Dr. Strange “isn’t keen on having the Defenders as permanent guests.” Patsy says, “Kyle, I want you to stay. You, too, Bruce. I’d like my friends to be with me for a while. Val and I will probably be moving to here to New Jersey… so you might as well get to know the area.” This leads to a discussion of Patsy’s backstory: “Mom was the ultimate stage mother and I was the Brooke Shields of my day. Mom’s friend, Millie the Model, tried to get me jobs showing children’s fashions… But I wasn’t very good at it. I was more interested in being a tomboy! That didn’t stop her, though. When I was still a kid she hit on the idea of writing stories about me as a teenage romance idol. Overnight, I was a comic book star! When I was old enough to know what was happening, I felt like a freak!” This was apparently a successful business venture as it’s said that the royalties are what paid for Patsy’s mother’s nice house. This all was surprising to me, even though I knew that the original Patsy Walker published by Timely Publications in the 1940s was a teen romance character in comics marketed for teenage girls, because I didn’t think that there was going to be any connection made between the two. Also, the last way that Patsy’s feelings about her modeling career were portrayed was just that she felt unfulfilled by it.

Timely Publications:

the Captain America stories in Captain America Comics (1941) #2

This issue, which contained 3 Captain America stories, was published in February 1941, according to the publication date recorded in the Catalog of Copyright Entries. These stories were all 15 pages.

What’s most interesting story-wise continues to be Steve and Bucky’s relationship but I’m trying to pay particularly close attention to the artwork of these stories as I’m reading because the style is different from what I’m used to. This week the panels I posted were based on that and not character interactions I found charming.

Fawcett Comics:

the Captain Marvel stories in Whiz Comics (1940) #73 and Captain Marvel Adventures (1941) #58-59

In this batch of 11 Captain Marvel stories I read the Captain Marvel appearances published in April 1946, according to the issue cover dates. These stories ranged from 7 to 11 pages.

The story “Captain Marvel and the World’s Wickedest Witch” in Captain Marvel Adventures #59 (written by Bill Woolfolk; drawn by Pete Constanza) featured Miss Dalshaw, the secretary at Station Whiz. It looks like I didn’t write down when she was last referred to by name, but I know it’s been years.

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Tracing Time

Again a tiny mention of the hate crime in the first few paragraphs here, just as Sander is thinking of the last clip.

Thursday, 12:03

Song: Agnes Obel - Island of Doom

“Oh my god, Gilles, can you please just stop for five minutes?”

Sander’s not sure where the outburst comes from; he regrets it instantly. He feels better today, after the shit-show that was last night. He’s stopped thinking about punches and bruises and pain and lies and Robbe curled up on the ground. Or at least, he’s stopped thinking about it enough that he can breathe easier again. He had never even really noticed the weight, until he’d spoken to Jens the other night. Until then, it had been about Robbe. Robbe being okay, Robbe feeling safe and not missing out, Robbe not hating himself for loving Sander. Robbe moving on. Recovering, healing. Forgetting.

They’ll never forget it entirely, he knows that. But he sees it in Robbe, and he can see it in himself now, those times when it leaves them for a moment. When the universe shrinks back down, and centers them in its orbit, and blocks out the rest of the world. They can forget, for more and more moments.

Once they admit that they haven’t, it becomes easier to try. Ignoring it hasn’t given it less power; it only makes the memory scarier when it pops up unexpectedly.

He’s allowed to curse it. To hate faces he doesn’t even remember. It’s all that anger, that spark of spite, that lights a fire in him and allows him to grow bigger than it. He should have known, with how long Agathe has been ingraining the thought process in him. Giving voice to it, letting his words be carried away on the air, shifts the concrete away to prod at the core, which is only as heavy as damp, rotting leaves. If he speaks at the right moment, the wind will be strong enough to sweep them out.

Maybe the right moment should have happened before last night. Maybe it should have come a year ago. But he’d woken up this morning with such an unexpected sense of light and relief, and he thinks that should count for something, no matter the time.

Then he’d gone to class, and the usual restless-and-bored feeling kicked in, and then he’d settled himself down at one of the picnic benches outside. Now, he’s still there, with the addition of his friends, and the good mood he’d woken up in is dissipating quickly the longer he tries to work on this assignment.

And the longer Gilles keeps distracting him from it.

They’re looking at Sander now from right next to him like he’d just slapped them across the face, and the regret deepens, twists itself into something gnarled and jagged that hooks and tugs at his ribs. Thomas and Emilie have gone silent and, effectively, so has Gilles. They open their mouth only once and quickly snap it shut again.

“I’m sorry,” Sander says quickly. “I honestly didn’t mean it. It’s just—“ he gestures to his laptop “—this fucking assignment.”

Gilles wipes the surprise away and forces a smile, giving a tiny nod. “Yeah, I know. I get it. I can keep it down. Actually, I think I’m gonna go get something to eat, anyway.”

They begin to rise from the bench as they speak, and Sander quickly latches onto their arm and gives a pleading tug. “No. Gilles, I’m sorry. Please, don’t be upset.”

“I’m not,” Gilles waves him off. At Sander’s unconvinced look, they insist, “I’m not.”

“I didn’t mean anything by it,” Sander tries. “Don’t leave.”

Gilles just shakes their head. “I’ll come back. Compromise, yeah? You asked for five minutes.”

Sander slowly lets his hand fall, feeling lost. He can’t just keep apologising, but he doesn’t know what to actually say to make it better. He’s hopeless in such situations. He glances at Thomas and Emilie for help, but they both seem disappointed, too.

“Sander.” Gilles sets a hand on the back of his neck as they finally stand and gives a gentle squeeze. “I get it. It’s fine. I’ll...try to actually help you, or just be quiet whenever I get back, okay? Whichever you want.” They duck down and press a firm kiss to his cheek, and he barely has time to lean towards them before they hoist up their bag and walk off.

Sander wants to call out, but he still can’t find the words, and Gilles won’t be dragged back if they want to go. Instead his mouth opens and closes as helplessly as a fish’s, and Thomas slowly packs up his things and stands instead.

“I’m gonna go…” He juts his thumb over his shoulder, hovering by the table hesitantly. “I’m sure it’s fine, but, you know. But it’ll be fine, Sander.”

Sander’s shoulders slump, but he nods, and Thomas smiles at him before running to catch up to Gilles. Sander pushes his laptop back far enough that he can plant his elbows on the table and drop his head into his hands with a sigh.

“Hey,” Emilie breaks through his thoughts, voice soft. “Gilles is a big boy. They’ll get over it quickly. They really know you didn’t mean anything by it.”

“It was still shitty,” Sander sighs.

Emilie gives him a sympathetic smile and slides across the seat to sit directly across from him, where Thomas had been a moment ago. “What’s going on?”

Sander huffs. “You mean why am I being a dick?”

She ignores him. “The assignment can’t be that bad. Maybe give yourself a break from it, get something to eat as well. Come back to it with a clearer head.”

“It’s not that easy,” Sander says, frustrated. “Just because you can pass all this stuff without even trying, doesn’t mean it’s the same for all of us.”

“Okay, wow, you really do have a stick up your ass today.”

Sander shrinks back, effectively admonished. He, again, didn’t mean to be so harsh. He probably should just stop speaking altogether. Which means he probably should stop writing this essay, too, at least for a moment, until he gets his head under control again. Chances are it will be more strongly worded than he intends if he continues at this rate. “Sorry,” he mumbles.

Emilie stares him down for a moment, then sighs. She reaches out and carefully pushes his laptop aside, and Sander doesn’t even attempt to muster the energy for a protest. Emilie lays her hands over his and doesn’t hold them, but massages the pressure points between each thumb and forefinger as she speaks.

“You know, it would take me a full month to do the kind of art you can pull off in like, a day. And I’m no smarter than Tom. It’s not just easy for me, Sander. I work my ass off to be here as much as anyone else.”

Sander curls in on himself a little more, nodding. He could mumble another apology, but he doesn’t quite see the point. He knows it’s not what she’s looking for. “I know,” he says instead. “I didn’t mean to discredit you.”

“I know.” She gives his hands a squeeze and sighs, leaning in closer to catch his eye. “And I would never discredit you, either, because I know none of us would be here if we didn’t deserve it. It’s not supposed to be easy. But we can do it. That’s the whole point.”

Is that true? It’s something Sander would like to believe, certainly, but at times like this...he doubts his abilities and his choices. What if he’s just not meant for study? In that case, what is he supposed to do?

“And you know it’s okay,” Emilie continues softly, “to ask for help when you feel like you can’t do it.”

Of course she sees right through him. He smiles weakly and works one of his hands free to draw his laptop backs towards him, angling it towards Emilie. “Will you help me?”

She huffs now, but smiles. “If only you’d had to ask one of us that last week. But when it comes to practicals you’re a pro. Otherwise we would’ve realised you’d gotten mixed up.”

“Are you saying,” Sander asks slowly, “that I messed up because I’m too good?”

She grins at him. “Exactly.”

“Cute. Just say you want help with your piece too and be done with it.”

“I want help with my piece, too.”

“At your service,” Sander smirks.

He feels only mildly anxious as she quickly skims through what he has already done, and relieved when her first response is a question that unexpectedly prompts him onwards. He’s typing away again within moments, ignoring the girl’s smug smile as he flicks between tabs and documents and his own thoughts.

When he’s completed another, rather lengthy paragraph, Gilles and Thomas return.

Sander is surprised enough to stop immediately; he hadn’t actually expected the two to come back. But Gilles perches next to him again with only the slightest hesitance and passes him a small, white paper bag with two croques tucked inside.

Sander instantly wraps an arm around their waist and leans into them in a hug, mumbling another apology. It’s all it takes to have Gilles beaming and pressing a kiss to his temple.

“You’re both so easy,” Thomas muses. “Remember this, Em. Just give Sander food and Gilles affection and they’re fine.”

“Or the other way around,” Gilles offers, to which Sander immediately nods.

“Both,” he agrees. “Both is good.”

They’re all halfway through their food when Sander remembers the other thing he wanted to talk to them about, and a smile is stretching his lips before he actually speaks. “So, what did you guys think of Luca? She’s pretty fun, right?”

Gilles and Emilie choke on the same bite, with Gilles falling into a dramatic coughing fit and Emilie just politely clearing her throat with the back of her hand pressed to her lips. Thomas’s sandwich is held halfway up to his mouth as he freezes and examines the scene, the top rim of his glasses cutting his eyes in half as he widens them at Sander. Sander simply laughs, shaking his head at the two culprits and remarking on all their old comments about him being the one lacking subtlety.

As if.

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Metro’s Crush [26]

Chapter 25

Trigger warning: Homophobia

03.11.2020 03:27

He knows.

Robbe can’t get it out of his head. As soon as he saw the message, his blood ran cold, his heart started beating so fast, he thought it would burst out of his rib cage. He tried calling him, texting him, for hours but didn’t have any luck.

He didn’t need to have the full message to understand what Sander meant, he knew, he realized and he couldn’t stop thinking about what was going on with him, what happened, for him to completely disappear the whole day and then only sent him that and disappear again.

He has read Sander’s diary, letters and he knew and had an idea about how his dad would react but deep down, he was hoping things weren’t as bad as he thought they were, even if they were way worse than he’d ever imagine, but clock turned ten, eleven, twelve, not getting any response back was telling him that his hope was useless and stupid.

When he got back home after talking to Lucas, he called Jens, trying to get his mind off of thoughts that were eating him alive, like he promised to his friend.

Jens picked up his phone but it seemed like he wasn’t in the mood to talk, and he also wasn’t alone, so Robbe just said that he’d talk to him later, maybe tomorrow.

He wanted to stay up as late as he possibly could, in case Sander would contact him, but after the clock hit three am, he just dropped on the bed, exhausted, drifting off to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, his phone on the highest volume, by his ear, fully charged.

He was terrified of what Sander has been going through all this time that he was away from Robbe’s reach, alone, with his homophobic parents, with his fake personality and mask he had to put on every time he opened his house’s door.

All Robbe wanted was to have him in his arms, away from everything bad, keeping him safe, never letting go.

But Robbe was also alone, without any idea when he’d see Sander again, when he’d be able touch him again. And it was killing him, not being able to do anything, being useless, pathetic.

He couldn’t help it. He had a quiet dinner with his mom, she asked what was wrong a few times, obviously sensing that something happened but Robbe kept looking down at his food, mumbling “nothing” as a response and after a while his mom dropped the topic.

Robbe felt bad but he also didn’t know what happened, he was left in the dark, what was he suppose to say?

He couldn’t do anything but wait and even if he was a very patient person in general, the whole thing was affecting him horribly.

His sleep was interrupted when he heard a loud barging, his head shot up, looking around his empty room.

After a while he thought he imagined it and was about to put his head down on the bed, when he heard that sound again, which made him quickly get up and as soon as he opened the door, he saw his mom was also going to the hallway.

“What’s going on?” He asked but she only shrugged her shoulders, a scared expression on her face, which wasn’t surprising since nobody comes that late if something bad didn’t happen.

She opened the door and revealed the boy, who was knocking on the door.

Robbe thought that he stopped breathing for a while, feeling stuck in his own body but he recovered when he gently pushed his mom away and went up to him as soon as he saw him, standing there.

The first thing Robbe noticed was his very red and puffy eyes, and just under his eyes, on his right side of the face, a very red handprint, sitting there like a shame mark.

“I - I didn’t know where else to - g-go.” Sander mumbled, looking down on the floor, guilty.

Robbe didn’t waste any time, he pulled him close, held his arm and brought him inside, pulling him next to his body, with his right arm around his waist.

His mind going blank, didn’t know what to feel or think. The only thing he knew was that his boy was here and he needed him.

Robbe desperately wanted to hold him and hug him tightly but he remembered that his mom was still standing there. He needed to take care of that first.

Robbe closed the door, and looked at his mom.

“This is Sander, he will stay with us tonight.” He said as a matter of fact, not asking a question.

The tone he used made his mom realize, that the situation was very serious, and after a while she nodded her head.

Robbe tightened his grip.

“Should I make something? Does he need anything?” She asked softly, watching the boy her son was holding so close, who wasn’t meeting any of their eyes, looking down like a little kid who got into the trouble for eating too much chocolate.

“Just you.” Sander whispered so quietly that only Robbe could hear.

You’re the only thing that I need.

“No, we won’t be needing anything.” Robbe said and then turned to Sander, made him looking at him and asked calmly. “Hey, can you go to my room?”

Robbe saw how Sander mind started racing and how panicked his eyes got.

“I will be there in a second. I promise, okay?” He persuaded him and the boy nodded, walking towards the room at the end of a hallway.

When Sander was out of the room, Robbe turned to his mom. “I love him and I have to take care of him.” He almost sounded like he was pleading, hoping that she would understand and he sighed, relived when she weakly smiled and nodded his head.

“Is he going to be okay?” She didn’t ask any further questions than that, didn’t ask what happened, (which Robbe also didn’t know but he could only guess that nothing good happened) and Robbe was very grateful and thankful for that.

“I don’t know.” He said at last and she kissed his cheek and went to her room, without saying anything else.

Robbe signed, mentally getting ready for what he didn’t even know and he walked up to his door, gently opening it to see Sander sitting on the edge of his bed, and that’s when he first saw that Sander had a bag with him, which was now lying on the floor.

He looked up as soon as the door opened with his bloodshot and tearing eyes.

Robbe walked up to his slowly, slightly afraid of the boy’s reaction.

“Can I touch you?” He asked, not sure what to do until Sander would give him a permission to come closer and that’s exactly what he did when the boy nodded his head.

He made him get up and embraced him, whispering “you have no idea how worried I was” all over again and again in his ear, he felt the boy tightening his grip, burring his head in Robbe’s neck, whimpering quietly.

And when the boy started trembling in his arms, that’s when Robbe decided to lay both of them down on the bed. He helped Sander taking his jacket and shoes off, offered him his clothes so he could be comfortable but the boy only shook his head, declined, numb.

Robbe put him under the covers, turning off the lights and turning on a little lamp beside his bed, putting his arms around Sander and pulling him as close to his body as possible, looking at his face.

They stayed like that, both of them being silent, staring at each other’s faces.

Robbe was trying his best to calm his anger and nerves down, gently rubbing the red finger prints on his cheek with his hand, while his other hand was tightly holding Sander’s own.

“Do you want to talk to me?” He asked, only caring about what Sander wanted, and if he was comfortable, even if Robbe was extremely curious of what happened and wanted to know the reason why Sander was in the state he was, he decided not to push him.

But Robbe himself, had some ideas about what must have happened.

Sander stayed silent for a long time, maybe even thirty minutes.

And Robbe almost forgot about his question when he started talking, his voice shaking, his eyes running wild all over the room and Robbe’s face.

“W-when we were at the skate park.” He started, and Robbe only hold his hand tighter, as if saying “I’m here, I’m listening” which must have done the trick since Sander gulped and continued.

“I - one time - I - I kissed you there and - my dad’s coworker saw and - he - he told him and - “ Robbe closed his eyes, about so say that Sander didn’t have to say it but the way sander started talking so fast, didn’t even leave any chance for Robbe to stop him.

“You should have seen him. He called me, told me that I wouldn’t put my foot out of the house before he’d come back from work. My mom wasn’t there. And then he got there - started screaming how I embarrassed him and how I - ruined everything and how I’ve always been such a failure and I can’t do anything right and he - he’s embarrassed to have a son like me and - fuck - “ tears started falling down from his eyes and Robbe had to do everything to not look away, couldn’t bear seeing him in so much pain, wanting to take every single one of them from his heart, pushing every negative thing and thought out of his head.

“How I always disappoint him and how I’m disgusting and - he asked me if it was the truth and I got angry and - “ He stopped talking, took a big breath and as Robbe was about to stop him, he added “no, let me finish, I need to get it out or else I will explode” and Robbe nodded, shutting his mouth, giving him as much time as he needed.

“I said - everything I was thinking - he - he called me a - fuck - “ Robbe winced, knowing exactly what Saner must have meant.

“I was supposed to meet you - I didn’t want to leave you like that - and I managed to sent a quick text - I didn’t want you to think I was ignoring you - he saw and snatched the phone from my hands and he went on about how you ruined me and it was my last straw and fuck - it wasn’t pretty - and that’s when he - he finally - he - did - “ Robbe shifted his eyes on the mark again, on his cheek with a fresh fingerprint still looking as red as it possibly looked right after Sander got it, his eyes also getting blurry. “I feel like he always wanted to - hurt me - I’m sure - he didn’t have that big of a reason for it before and now he used his chance - I tried to get my phone back but he just said stuff about how I needed fixing and how he would make sure that I’d getting fixed and just pushed me inside my room and then I heard it got looked and I was stuck - and I knew I need to escape, I needed to get out, I packed some stuff and - ran - jumped from the window - “

“You’re staying away from that faggot who made you gay, even if I have to look you up” Sander could hear his father’s voice, ringing inside his head, knowing him talking about Robbe like that was the thing that made him explode and work up. He has been dealing with everything that man threw at him for years but his father couldn’t touch the only pure thing in Sander’s life and Sander would make sure of that.

Robbe didn’t know what to say.

What there was even to say, he couldn’t say “it’s okay” “everything will be fine” “I’m sure you will work things out” “he will come around” so instead he said “I can’t promise that the bad days will go away forever, but I can promise that I will be there with you and I’m not going anywhere okay? I’m so glad you came to me and don’t believe any word he said, he knows nothing about you. You’re not a disappointment, or a failure. You’re golden, you’re Sander, okay? You’re my Sander. You’re nothing but good, inside and out. Don’t even forget or doubt that. And know that I will always be there to remind you of how amazing you are. You’re my whole world.”

His voice cracked in the end, he pulled him against his chest, holding him close, kissing his forehead, putting his chin on top of his head while Sander put his own on his shoulder.

Sander didn’t say anything back, nor did Robbe expected him too, but Sander also didn’t argue with him, so Robbe took that as a progress and a win.

They stayed like this for a while until Robbe barely heard Sander whispering: “I’m falling in frustration.”

“Fuck the frustration, okay?” Robbe said and saw how Sander weakly smiled back at him.

“I’m so happy you’re here with me.”

“I can’t stay here.” Sander mumbled, already knowing what Robbe would say but he was stubborn and he knew no matter what Robbe wouldn’t manage to change his mind about that.

“Yes, you can and you will. If you think that I’m letting you go anywhere, sorry to ruin your plans but you’re very wrong.”

How could he even say something like this Robbe couldn’t explain.

As if he’d let him go out of his sight again, specially after this.

“Robbe, I can’t. I will stay just tonight, I can’t just - “ Sander tried again but Robbe shushed him up.

“Shh, now. We will talk about this later.”

He whispered and pulled him even closer as if it was possible by the way their bodies were entwined together.

* * *

“Robbe.”

“Hm.”

“You’re my angel.”

“No, Sander. It’s you who is a angel, you have always been an angel. My sweet boy. My metro’s crush.”Both of them laughed at Robbe’s last words and Robbe realized how things could always get better, no matter how hard that seemed right no.

He was sure, they would, maybe not today, but someday they would definitely get better.

Robbe felt Sander kissing his neck, tickling his skin with his soft hair and Robbe smiled, drifting off to sleep while feeling a soft breath on his chest. The time between Sander’s inhales getting longer and longer as the time passed and he completely calmed down.

The sun came up, and the boys were still together, glued to one another, their bodies fitting together like they were the lost pieces of the puzzle and now they finally found each other.

Both of them knew, that whatever they had going on, would last forever and they couldn’t be happier about that.

Chapter 27.1

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calypsoff2 · 3 years

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Eight.

It’s just funny to me now, since the whole situation with TJ I’ve been very upset about it. I’ve not let it affect my marriage but it’s upset me a lot, I’ve not let it just affect what Chris and I are going through but Chris is just there trying to find out which I won’t say anything but TJ is literally here more, he hasn’t gone to VA either with his son and that is pissing me off but my family are here for Christmas and that makes me happy, they have really taken that strain off me, the girls have so many people to go too while mommy is just thinking on what to do. I have been going through my accounts, researching things that Chris has paid for too. I mean it’s joint, I know what goes in and out, I don’t check on what he does but I did this time. I met my personal accountant, and we went through it, and he’s like Chris is a spender, he is. I don’t care for that, but I do for what he is on others. Just calculating things, extra activities meaning what the girls do and the fucking school. We are paying over a one hundred thousand, which I don’t care for when it’s my child but it’s now. We are paying for Camron, I am angered. He payed three grand to this academy on top of that, there is money coming out for shopping sprees and there was a random transfer which was under CC, I told my accountant to check that right on the spot. There is like two thousand a month going to it so I am tracking that. I am doing this so tonight I can bring it up, I have the information I need before I go to this and he’s like what you on about. It has to stop, and it stops now. He bought TJ and Camron season tickets to the lakers, Christmas gift so all three can go. I am just going insane, but I am keeping my cool about it. I actually want to know what Chris is saying about me to TJ also, he wants a son that much that he’s taken Camron in, I don’t want it and it stops now. We can’t continue to feed this child, a child Seiko or TJ don’t fucking want, if he wants a son so much then adopt him, I am sick and tired but when I find out what the CC is I will be having it out with him.

My home is super busy which I honestly love to see just because it makes the festive time even better, you can be with loved ones. The way the grandparents did this place up, my daughters are in love with the decorations, I love to see my kids happy. That is all I want, I work hard and do all this not just to live out my own dream but to also give my kids the best start in life, I always want my kids to work for it, but I will do my best to give them the best start I can. I do it for them, and myself of course “come here” picking up Imani as she ran at me “mommy look out there” Imani pointed, oh what is out there. Making my way to where she is pointing, this girl of mine is spoilt by her dad. I feel like more so then the other two, this one is too spoilt “oh wow! Oh my god!” I shouted; this looks like it’s been snowing “oh my” I said again “shocked huh? I just felt like you been feeling down and to do something sweet for us. Going to get Santa to come, we got the fake snow out there for the kids” I am impressed “did daddy make you happy?” Imani nodded her head “what did you ask from Santa?” I asked “he not come” I let out an oh “he’s not here yet just thought it’s dope. Kids are here, the family too. Make it a family thing, I love it” he got a point “well why don’t you go outside with your siblings” putting Imani down “go on, have fun baby” that’s sweet of Chris to do this for the kids and the family that are here to celebrate “have you taken the test then?” Chris asked as he made his way over to me “what test?” Turning to him “pregnancy test?” He said smiling “no, I’m not pregnant Chris” pushing him away laughing “but you been all over, emotions, you been crying. You been angry, just all over the place, you sure” shaking my head laughing, he’s funny.

He’s looking at me like I am crazy, I am looking at him like he’s crazy, but he thinks I am pregnant because I’ve been emotional which on his side is right, but I know I am not “I just don’t want to speak on pregnancies and babies, I am sick of the subject Chris. I am happy with what I got; I am content with my daughters. If you feel you ain’t then I don’t know what to say to you” he didn’t like that “but you said science, they have that thing they can do it. One last baby?” Sighing out “I know Chris and we can but right now no, we have too much going on. We have time do we not? What if it’s a girl? We throw it?” I snapped “but we make sure it’s not” he is unbelievable “why do you want a boy so bad? It’s not the end all? Like on a real what is your problem? All I hear from your mouth now is a boy, isn’t my daughters good enough for you” I am angered now “because to carry my name Robyn, it will complete our family don’t you think? I just really want something of me, a mini me. Your genes are strong, everything is pretty and girlie, and I love it. I love my daughters, but I want a boy, like I had the relationship with my dad, fine. You don’t want it” rolling my eyes “so you can bitch about me to your friends?” Chris’ face softened in confusion; my phone started ringing in my hand “what?” He said “I need to take this” walking off and answered the call “hi” I answered “hello Robyn, I have been tracking this transaction for you. Are you ok to speak?” Rushing to the office quickly, closing the office door “I am now, listening?” I feel nervous now, what if it’s something I don’t want to hear. What if he’s creating a fund to get away from me, I mean he wouldn’t do that, he loves me too much. I know my husband does but still, where the fuck is that money going too “yes so we have found more information and it is going to a separate account what looks like a savings account called Camron Chris, is it being deposited every month there” Camron fucking Chris, he is taking my money “oh I know that” I breathed out, I swear to god I am sick of him, and I will need to speak to him.

Stepping outside seeing my kids having the best time of their life, that is what means the most to me “Chris always does the most for them” stood next to Joyce “he does, I just hope that this is the last time he gets hurt. I get so scared for him” she said, nodding my head agreeing “he is stupid at times, Chris!” I shouted him “Joyce, tonight. Can you take care of the kids?” I asked before Chris came up to us “of course, will you both be late?” I shrugged not knowing if we will be “maybe but are you good with that? I know it’s late notice” Joyce waved me off “don’t be so stupid, I will take care of them” looking over at Chris “I am taking you out” crossing my arms across my chest “really?” he said in shock “yeah why not, my treat” I winked turning on my heels, I mean I am not going to be a bitch about anything. I am taking Jen’ advice, I will do this way and ask Chris to stop. This will either be an argument, or he does it and TJ shows his true colours but what if TJ doesn’t, what if TJ is like it’s whatever. That still doesn’t move on from the fact he was being so nasty to me, still to this moment he is coming to the home and if he thinks he is invited to Christmas then he isn’t, I am pissed off though. He has been putting our money aside, he shouldn’t be doing that. He shouldn’t be spending the way he does, this is our future. What the fuck is he playing at, I am just fucking shocked that he is doing this when he has no right.

My daughters think it is dress up because I am dressing up for tonight, they are using everything I am. Anything I put down they use, Rylee trying my heels on and Tianna putting my hoops on with Imani copying “mom” looking over at Rylee “yes baby?” I am just getting flashbacks to the things I did with my own mother right now “you are so pretty mom” I cooed out “thank you, that is so sweet” she knows how to make me feel good “super pretty” Tianna added, my babies are the best “You think daddy will like my dress and make up?” they nodded their head “they will hurt your ears Tianna, take them off. Anyways, please stop now. I need to go, dress up stops now. Look at the mess” I groaned out, Rylee walked off dragging my heels on the flooring as she did “I will mom, Ti. Come!” she shouted, rolling my eyes “Imani” snatching my lip gloss from her “ladies, are you all getting ready?” Chris said laughing “seems like it, just finishing off and I will be with you” Chris looked at me so impressed, I look good then “mhmmm Christmas present wrapped up” Chris came up from behind me “so I look good then?” he inhaled my scent deeply, his nose pressed against my neck as he did “my god” he breathed out.

Chris is acting like I would have taken him any other place, Giorgio Baldi is life. He really thought I was going to take him anywhere else “man, you really annoying for this” he is annoyed now “this is my date, the fuck? I just invited you” sipping my wine laughing “don’t play me, you took me out on a date, now you switching it?” pulling a face at him “I asked if you wanted to go out for food, that was all” I know I asked him out “then can I go home?” he is funny, asking about going home “you wouldn’t leave me here now, looking like this” Chris licked his lips “mhmmm I suppose, but it’s nice to be asked out for a change. I was geeked until you bought me here” rolling my eyes, he can be so negative because I bought him here “whatever, but how is Chris? Are you feeling good, even though you wanted to add more kids into the family. I think we are busy enough” downing the rest of the wine “oh we being shady now?” he laughed “shady, where? I was just saying, waiter. Pour me some more wine” Chris frowned at me, I could have poured it myself, but he can do it. The waiter was close by “anything for you madam” I smiled at Chris sitting back in the seat “fill it though, to the top” the waiter I laughed nervously “don’t get hard now bro” Chris said, he is so dramatic to be saying that “thank you” I breathed out laughing to myself “what is funny?” I shrugged “let’s have fun” now I am not looking to get drunk, but I need this to hype me up.

My mind is really not on food, its what I am going to say to Chris. Staring at the glass of wine, clenching my jaw thinking on how to start this “Robyn?” Chris said, looking away from my glass and at Chris “CC, what is that?” sitting back in the chair, Chris knows what I am speaking on already “It’s a little shady don’t you think, taking money from our account” Chris took in a sharp breath “I have been speaking to my accountant, I haven’t really had the time to check on those things. I am busy, but I thought it was time I check on the money. My husband likes to spend, which doesn’t bother me. But we are paying for four kids’ private school, a basketball academy, a motherfucking apartment and now some saving account, are you real right now? Are you being real? You are using my kids money on this nigga, don’t fucking piss me off Chris. I am angry, why the fuck are you paying for his shit!?” I spat; I am so angry “so you just checking on the accountant because you don’t trust me? Is that what it is now?” oh he is putting it on me “go back to the subject, why are you paying for this child? Is it your secret love child Chris? Huh? The long lost son you want” Chris looked taken aback “what? Don’t say that shit, you know I would never! I didn’t tell you because you would be irrational like now” I laughed out “you right, if we are being buck. That’s my money too nigga!? I have a right to fucking know now answer the question” he needs to not piss me off even more, I am sick of his stupid friend already.

I can’t believe he has been doing this right under me, but I have been too busy to check properly “look, you just don’t understand Robyn. The kid loves me, I am his uncle. His mom is wack and TJ just drags him around places, originally he was going to stay in VA, but I was like you’re not even there, so he came here. TJ said your idea and then Camron said am I going to the same school has Rylee, I felt bad. I just feel it’s wrong, this kid doesn’t deserve it” he is saying this to the wrong person “you stop this, and that saving account you put the money back, I don’t care. Good cause or not, you gave Black Pyramid to him, TJ has done nothing! He has just reaped the benefits. I want you to stop paying for his school fees, I want you to stop that now. And you listen to me, you get TJ to pay for the lawyer, I want my money back. You stop treating him like he is yours, he is not yours. He has a dad; you have three kids. Stop doing dumb shit by being so kind, nobody appreciates it. If TJ wants Camron back in VA then so be it, it’s not your problem. I don’t want to hear anything from your mouth sticking up for that man Chris, I said what I said. If you feel otherwise then go and live with him and see if he keeps you warm at night, would he pay for your kids!? No he fucking wouldn’t, I really can’t get over you using our money on some nigga child. Your nephew don’t even get that, now if you said Desean then so be it, maybe you just have some sick obsession with Seiko, you always there at the kids party with her” Chris is angered by what I am saying, he got up from the chair “I need the bathroom” of course he does, pisses me off and now he wants the bathroom.

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jenonctcity · 4 years

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My Addiction - Part 3

Differences – Lee Donghyuck

Part of the Bad Boy Series.

Badboy!Au

Warnings: Drug Use, Explicit Content, Fighting, Overdose, Heartbreak, Seriously I broke my own heart writing this.

Word Count: 5.9k

“I choose you.” All eyes in the room flicked over to Jeno, yours included. He raised his eyebrows in surprise that you’d chosen him. You didn’t even want to look at Haechan, knowing he probably wouldn’t take the news lightly. Your heart was pounding, and you knew you couldn’t go back on your decision, despite how much you longed for Haechan to love you in the way you loved him.

“Get out.” Haechan growled, his fists clenching as he stared at you. You finally met his eyes, which caused him to snap again. “Get out!!!” He screamed, his fist suddenly connecting with the wall, leaving an indentation that didn’t even seem to hurt him, probably because of all the adrenaline running through his veins as his anger hit its peak. You flinched, cowering away and looking at Jeno in question. “Get out before I fucking end you both.” You nervously glanced at his bedside table, which you knew he kept a gun in and you felt your heart quiver. You were still naked, and the only thing covering you was the duvet of Haechan’s bed, which you couldn’t take with you as it was too big. However your clothes were by Haechan’s feet, and you did not want to approach him in case he snapped again. Your eyes locked on a blanket that he’d left on his computer chair. You reached for it and hastily wrapped it around your body, quickly following everyone as they retreated from the room. The second your body was over the threshold, Haechan slammed the door shut with a deafening crack. Jeno guided you through to his own room, shutting the door with so much haste that it echoed throughout the apartment. It dawned on you as you looked at Jeno that Haechan had previously said he didn’t care who you dated, so why was he acting so aggressive about your choice?

“Why didn’t you tell me that you’ve been sleeping with him for the past month?!” Jeno didn’t waste time, he wanted to know exactly what was going on. You could hear the anger and pain in his voice. He sounded desperate for some answers, his voice sounding strained as he tried to push back his sadness and embarrassment, instead doing what he did best and masking it with anger.

“I didn’t think you would ever be anything more than a friend Jeno, then when you started taking interest in me it’s not exactly something I could just drop on you out of nowhere.” You knew it was a shitty excuse, and that you actually could have just told him. But after your date with Jeno you didn’t think you’d be in this situation so fast, giving you hardly any time of think about it.

“You lied to me. I asked you if you were more than friends with him and you said no!” You winced at his loud voice, causing him to let out a sigh. He started to rifle through his drawers when you didn’t respond to him. As he approached you, you took a step back. “I’m not going to hurt you, here put these on.” He held out some clothes towards you, waiting for you to take them before turning his back on you. You dropped the blanket and pulled on the t-shirt and boxer shorts, wrapping your arms around your waist as you cleared your throat.

“I am sorry…I understand if you don’t want to see me again.” You voice was meek and lacked passion, showing him that you didn’t want that to happen.

“Don’t be stupid, I forgive you.” He approached you again, placing his hands on your hips gently. “Erm…I didn’t really want to make things official with you under circumstances like this…but I haven’t got much of a choice I guess.” He leaned down and placed a soft kiss to your cheek before pulling you to his chest, wrapping his strong arms around your frame. You held back you tears, burying you head in his chest and placing your palms on either side of your head on his chest. “Thank you for picking me, I promise I’ll never let you down.” His lips pressed to your forehead, making a tear trail down your cheek as you felt guilt fill your stomach like a sinking ship. Guilt that you couldn’t promise him the same thing when you knew your affections belonged with another man.

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Two months had passed since you’d spoken to Haechan. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, and before you’d just assumed that was bullshit. But now you could tell people that those words were 100% accurate. You longed for his touch, for his attitude, and most of all the sound of his voice. But you’d heard from Jaemin that he was wallowing in his own pity and had a lot of bad things to say about you and Jeno. So you decided it was best to keep your distance.

Jeno had been the best boyfriend you’d ever had. He treated you like a queen, which you had expected, considering despite his dark past and rugged appearance. It was just a shame that you couldn’t bring yourself to love him in the way he loved you. He had even admitted to you one night after a date and some steamy sex that he loved you. You’d just pretended to be asleep already and waited for him to drift off because you eventually cried yourself to sleep, making your pillow uncomfortably wet.

Jeno rolled off of you, laying beside you in bed trying to catch his breath. You gulped back the lump in your throat, also trying to regain control of your lungs as you brushed a hand through your sweaty hair. Jeno was good in bed, very good in bed. He was also a generous lover. He always made sure that your needs mattered just as much as his own, and he never left you unsatisfied. But you desperately wished it was Haechan lying beside you basking in post orgasmic bliss. You glanced at your phone on the bedside table, trying to will away the thought you had to text Haechan. You wouldn’t know what to say to him, besides, you knew how petty Haechan was, and he’d probably go straight to Jeno to gloat that his girlfriend was messaging her ex fuck buddy behind his back.

Jeno sat up, the duvet pooling at his waist and lifting slightly off of you. You could only see his bleach blond hair and his back. When you’d first seen Jeno naked, you’d assumed he had no tattoos at all, but you’d been wrong. On his back he had two large angel wings, perfectly shaded and drawn. You thought they were absolutely beautiful and fit his personality. Sometimes it really did feel like Jeno was your own personal angel. Jeno reached over to his bedside table, pulling out a packet of cigarettes and placing one between his lips. He lit it and took a long puff. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, leaning on your elbows to get a better look at him, but still only being able to see his back and head.

“I didn’t know you smoked Jen…” You mumbled. He let out a short laugh, a hand running through his damp hair which you knew he did subconsciously when he was stressed.

“I don’t often…only when I’m stressed.” His voice was low, and he took another drag from the cigarette.

“Why are you stressed?” You reached over and picked up your phone, sighing when you saw yet again that Haechan hadn’t messaged you.

“Because I’m breaking up with you.” His words had you pausing, before placing your phone back where it belonged.

“Why?” You didn’t sound upset, which he hadn’t expected you to be, but it still cut him deep.

“Because you don’t feel the same way about me, and I don’t want you to force yourself to.” He took one last puff of the cigarette before looking down at his hand, stubbing it out on the back of his hand and wincing slightly at the pain. He ignored it though, as his heart was hurting more. “You love him.” You knew exactly who he was talking about, and it pained you that he knew.

“I tried Jeno…I really did.” You sat up, placing a hand gently on his back and rubbing it in circles slowly, just to try and comfort him.

“I know.” He whispered, sniffing as tears filled his eyes. “Fuck.” He let out a humourless laugh, tilting his head back to will the tears away as he started to cry. “I can’t even bring myself to be mad at you, I just wish things could have turned out differently.” He wiped his eyes and turned his head to look at you. Your heart panged in pain as you saw his cheeks wet and his eyes bloodshot. You’d broken his heart, and knowing of his past, that was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Jeno I’m sorry.” You shuffled behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, laying your head against his back and squeezing him tightly. “Did you decide this before we just had sex or...?”

“Yeah, but I just wanted to feel loved by you one last time, even if it was fake.” He shrugged, his hands grasping at your hands as they wrapped around him.

“I do love you, just not in the way you want me to.” You placed a soft kiss to his back, comforting your friend when he most needed it. You knew how lonely Jeno was, despite having his brothers around him most of the time. He had admitted to you that he found it hard to open up to people, and that he had sensed you were special, that’s why he chose you to open up to when he told you all about his nightmare of a past. Which made you feel even worse in your guilt.

“I know, god I love you so much.” He whimpered, letting out a soft sob as he squeezed his eyes shut. “I want us to be friends, but I think we shouldn’t see each other for a little while. I just need some time to move on and seeing you won’t help.”

“Of course. Take as long as you need.” You could hear his heart beating as your head laid on his back, your ear pressed against his skin. When you went to pull away, he gripped onto you harder, restricting your movements.

“Just…stay the night, please. Let me sleep with you in my arms one last time.” You nodded in confirmation, giving his frame a squeeze in reassurance that you weren’t going to go anywhere. He wiped his face with his blanket and let out a gentle laugh. “Did I tell you that Renjun got himself into a sticky situation?” He was clearly trying to change the subject, probably to distract his mind from going into a dark place.

“No, what did he do?” You raised your head to look at him, even if you could still only see just the side of his face if he turned his head.

“His girlfriend told him that she’s pregnant, and he didn’t react well, he went missing for a whole day until Jaemin found him at Chenle and Jisung’s apartment crying into a bowl of ice cream.” He let out a soft laugh to which you responded with your own laugh.

“Another baby? Isn’t one enough?” You had only met Renjun’s daughter Jiyeon a handful of times, and she was very cute. But babies weren’t really your thing, and you cringed the one-time Jeno tried to pass the giggling baby over to you.

“He’s okay now and they sorted things out, he’s actually quite excited.”

“Ew.” You rested your head against his back again and closed your eyes. “God he must have super sperm.”

“Ew.” Jeno sniggered, wiping his eyes and sniffing.

“Jeno?”

“Mm?”

“You know you’re still my angel, right?” You whispered against his back, laying another kiss to his cool skin. When you’d first seen Jeno’s tattoo you’d declared him to be your angel, and you hoped that he knew despite your breakup, he was still always going to be your angel.

“Forever. If Haechan ever hurts you then he has me to answer to.” He turned in your grip, taking your cheek in his palm and stroking it softly. The look in his eyes told you he was telling you the truth.

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The weeks had dragged by, and you felt lonelier than you ever had before. You found yourself almost on auto-pilot, working your job and talking to customers in a way that if anyone asked you after you’d finished what you did at work then you wouldn’t even be able to tell them because you couldn’t remember. You missed Jeno, but you respected that he needed his space, so you didn’t ask him to hang out, instead texting hm every now and then to see how he was doing. So after you’d plucked up the courage to text Haechan asking him to drugs as a little pick me up, even if you knew that they’d make you feel worse in the long run, you were surprised that he responded.

Walking to the boys’ apartment felt strange, but you waited at the door praying that Jeno wasn’t home, but you didn’t see his car out the front, so fingers crossed he actually wasn’t in. You let out a sigh of relief when Haechan appeared from behind the door, only to have your breath taken away when you saw the face you were infatuated with. His eyes were smudged with eyeliner, and he was wearing a white t-shirt that gave your eyes access to the majority of his tattoos, he’d dyed his hair too, it was now black and gave him an even darker aura as it hung over his forehead. He wordlessly stepped out of the way to let you in, and he walked past you after you’d stepped inside of the familiar apartment. You could hear the familiar voices of Jaemin and Jisung, but luckily, they didn’t notice you as Haechan silently took you into his bedroom. As soon as the door was shut, he slammed you up against it, his lips moulding on yours so deliciously that you felt like you’d died and had gone to heaven. His hands pushed your arms up forcing you to wrap them around his neck, his hands then winding around your middle and holding you to him tightly as his lips ravished your own. You couldn’t help but compared it to the kisses Jeno had laid upon your lips. Haechan’s were rough and sensual, whereas Jeno’s had been soft and passionate.

“I knew you’d come crawling back. I told you that you’re mine.” He growled against your lips, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip as he dragged you over to his bed, throwing you down onto the sheets and staring at you with a hungry look. “Say it.”

“I’m yours.” You bit your bottom lip where his teeth had previously been and gulped as you watched him.

“Good girl.” He opened up his bedside table and got out a clear bag, throwing it onto the bed and nodding at it. “You get first hit.” You grabbed the bag, opening it and taking out the smaller bag of cocaine that was inside. You wasted no time and not even half an hour later you were feeling the buzz, you felt more awake and your mood had perked up. Haechan was kissing at the back of your neck as you sat in his lap, his arms wrapped firmly around you. He’d fucked you hard and fast, and it felt like it was over before it had even started, but you supposed any intimacy with him was better than none at all. You felt the need to talk, not about anything in particular, but the silence was killing you and the coke was nagging at you to speak.

“I haven’t done drugs in a long time, it felt wrong doing them without you.” You leaned your head back and laid it on his shoulder, taking a long drag of his cigarette as he held it up to your lips.

“You wouldn’t be stupid enough to buy from anyone else, there’s some dodgy shit out there.” He laid a kiss on your cheek and smiled, holding you to him tightly and trying to ignore the feeling he had blossoming in his stomach as he held you in his arms. He was too proud to admit to you that this was the happiest he’s been in a long time, even if you hadn’t talked about the situation that happened and if all you did was have a quick fuck after getting high together. It still meant a lot to him just to have you back in his arms.

“I’m really sleepy.” You yawned, shutting your eyes and stretching your back out. He smiled, putting the cigarette out in the ash tray on his bedside table and laying you down in his bed.

“You can sleep, tomorrow we’ll talk about this okay?” His voice was softer than you’d ever heard before and you couldn’t help but smile, in pure bliss from the sound of his voice alone. It wasn’t long until you’d slipped into a sleep that had you dreaming about him.

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Jeno came home late last night, but he was up by 10am, making toast in the kitchen and minding his own business when he heard one of the bedroom doors close behind you. He glanced behind him and saw Haechan leaving his room. The two of them locked eyes for a moment, them both giving each other a curt nod before Haechan disappeared out of the apartment. He decided to sit in the living room to relax as he ate his toast, his feet up on the coffee table as he slumped into the comfortable cushions. He had the tv volume down low, not wanting it to disturb the beautiful silence of the house. He put his plate on the table and let out a long sigh, his head resting on the back of the sofa as he smiled softly. His head shot up fast when he heard quiet sounds that sounded odd to him. It sounded like someone was coughing, but something was in the way of them coughing properly. His eyes widened when he realised it was the sound of someone choking. He jumped up, racing to where the sound was and furrowed his eyebrows when he found himself stood in front of Haechan’s door. He pushed the door open, expecting to see some random girl in his bed sheets, but his heart fell through the floor when he saw you. Your body was covered in sweat, and your skin had become pale, your lips were blue, and you were clearly choking on your own vomit, still passed out and unable to stop yourself from choking. Jeno was by the bed faster than his legs could carry him. He pulled you into his arms, your body completely floppy as he tried to sit you up.

“(Y/N)!!! Wake up!” He slapped at your back, trying to get you to stop choking. Tears filled his eyes as he put his fingers down your throat, making your gag reflex kick in and successfully riding your throat of the vomit trapped there, not giving a fuck about it going all over the bed. “Fuck.” He whimpered, his heart beating so rapidly he was sure he was about to have a panic attack. “Wake up baby, come on.” He shook your body and when you didn’t respond, he grabbed his phone out of his pocket and called for the emergency services.

It didn’t take them long to arrive, and he silently cried as he watched the paramedics carry you out on a stretcher. He followed them out of the apartment and rode in the ambulance with you. He felt numb, trying to ignore the voice in the back of his head that said this was his fault for breaking up with you and letting Haechan get his hands on you again.

Everything flew by so fast, and Jeno sat in the hospital waiting room with his head in his hands as he waited for news on your condition. It didn’t take being a genius for Jeno to know immediately that you’d overdosed. He called Renjun and told him to call Haechan, because he couldn’t bring himself to talk to the man who’d allowed you to get into this mess. So when he heard Haechan’s voice when he had his head in his hands, he saw red, slowly looking up at the boy with a deadly look in his eyes.

“Jeno what the fuck happened?!” Haechan had a bunch of roses in his hand, a worried look on his face as he approached him. “Is she okay?!” His heart was beating as if he’d just ran a marathon, and his eyes stung from the unshed tears that hid behind them.

“You fucking know what happened you piece of shit.” Jeno growled, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. As much as he wanted to hurl Haechan across the room, he was in a hospital waiting room, and if he wanted to be there for you when you woke up, then he’d have to be on his behaviour. If you woke up.

“No I don’t, is she going to be okay?” He started to pace around in front of Jeno. “Renjun said she’d been taken into hospital, but he didn’t say why.”

“Do you even give a shit about her?” Jeno looked Haechan in the eye, his voice sounding strained from all the crying he’d done earlier.

“Why the fuck would you ask me that? I lo-…” He stopped himself from admitting that he was in love with you, instead gulping and shaking his head. “She means everything to me. When she chose you, my heart broke okay? Happy now?”

“So why the fuck did you give her enough shit to make her overdose?!” Jeno shouted, jumping up from his seat and getting in Haechan’s face. Haechan backed off, shaking his head as his mouth opened and closed, his words stuttering.

“I-I didn’t! We only did some coke Jeno, it was nowhere near enough to do this to her. And it wasn’t a dodgy batch because I did just as much as her and I’m fine!” He put the roses on a chair and ran his hands through his hair as Jeno’s words sunk in. “She overdosed? Fuck.” He whimpered, trailing his hands down to cover his face as he let out a sob. His heart was breaking, he had no idea how this had happened. You were fine when he left this morning, you looked peaceful beside him and when he’d pressed a kiss to your head and he noticed how hot you were, he just assumed it was because the two of you had been cuddling most of the night.

“This is your fault.” Jeno growled, taking a seat again and stewing in his anger.

“I know. It’s killing me Jeno…I’m in fucking love with her.” He crouched down with his head in his hands, sobs ripping from his chest at the thought of losing you. Jeno furrowed his eyebrows and let out a sigh. He stood up again, crouching to Haechan’s level and placing a hand on his shoulder. It killed him that you were in hospital on the brink of death, but it also killed him to see the boy he considered to be a brother cry in front of him. He had never seen Haechan cry before, so he knew that all of his words and feelings were coming straight from his heart.

“Donghyuck…” He spoke quietly, rubbing his back to try and comfort him. The name Donghyuck felt weird as it rolled off of his tongue, not having called him that in years. But it felt natural too. “Hey stand up.” He pulled Haechan up to his feet and wrapped his arms around him, squeezing him tightly as the boy started to sob into his shoulder. “She’s strong Hyuck, we both know she is.”

“Jeno I’m so sorry.” He whimpered, clinging onto Jeno’s leather jacket as he cried. “I didn’t mean for you to get caught up in this shit, and I’m so sorry you got hurt.” Haechan didn’t have to tell Jeno that he’d seen how destroyed Jeno had been the past few weeks since you both broke up.

“Hyuck it’s okay, you know me, I always survive.” Jeno sighed and rested his head on top of Haechan’s. “I’m sorry for how this affected us, if I knew how you felt about her before I would never have asked her out.”

“You’re still my brother Jeno.” Haechan felt strange as the deep words left his mouth, but he felt good for finally letting it off of his chest.

“I know, we’ll be okay. She will be okay.” He pulled him over and sat him in a chair. The both sat together in silence for the next hour, waiting for any news on your condition.

When a doctor came out and approached Jeno and Haechan they both perked up. She had a kind smile that reminded Haechan of his mother, and he immediately felt a little bit better. She told them that you were in a stable condition, and they’d found traces of heroin in your system. Haechan felt the blood rush from his body, his entire body going cold as he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. After the doctor told them that they could see you, she left them alone. Jeno turned to Haechan with a disappointed look in his face.

“You gave her heroin?! You know how fucked up that shit is, why the fuck would you do that?”

“I didn’t! I swear I didn’t give her any heroin. I would never give her that, it’s too dangerous.” He shook his head, picking up the bunch of roses and letting out another sigh. “I had some in my bedroom, she must have found it and used it whilst I was asleep.” Jeno nodded, he believed him.

“Go see her, I’m going to go home and shower. Text me when she wakes up.” He turned around to leave but Haechan called out to him.

“Jeno wait!” Without saying anything else, he pulled him into a strong hug, whispering in his ear. “Thank you for saving her.” Jeno shrugged, hugging him back and letting out a soft laugh.

“I’m her angel, it’s my job.”

“Huh?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Jeno smiled sadly, turning and walking out of the hospital.

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Haechan sat by your bedside for hours, your cold hand encased in both of his own. He laid his head on the bed and watched you for hours, scared that if he looked away you could slip away from him despite having been told that you’re in a stable condition. The sound of your heart monitor was keeping him calm, but if it sped up or slowed down, he’d probably go into cardiac arrest from worry. Some nurses had come into the room, and one of them was even kind enough to get him a coffee and put the roses into a vase for him.

“Haechan?” You whispered out after opening your eyes and seeing him with his eyes shut, his head resting on the bed. His eyes darted open immediately and he sat up, his eyes bloodshot and his nose sniffling from his previous crying.

“Baby girl.” He stood up, leaning over you to press a kiss to your head.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was hoarse from being unconscious for so long, also from the damage the choking had done to your throat.

“Don’t apologise, as long as you are living and breathing then everything is fine.” He sat on the edge of your bed and took both of your hands in his own, looking down at them with a sad look on his face. “Never do heroin again. I beg you.”

“It was the first time I’d ever done it; I didn’t know how much I was using.”

“I thought I was going to lose you without telling you.” He sniffed again, his eyes filling with tears as he looked into your eyes.

“Without telling me what?” You heard your heart rate speed up on the monitor and felt embarrassed by it for a second, before you were too distracted by Haechan’s next words.

“Without telling you that I’m head over heels in love with you.” You felt as if all your Christmases and birthdays had come at once. This is the moment you’d been waiting so long for and you never actually thought it would happen. Who knew it would take nearly dying for him to come to his senses and declare his love for you.

“Haechan...”

“Call me Hyuck.” He smiled, lifting your hands in his own and kissing your knuckles softly. Your smile grew and you found yourself blushing. You winced as your body was hurting, it felt like your head had been bashed against a brick wall and you felt nauseas.

“You okay baby?” He furrowed his eyebrows in worry.

“Well you know, did just overdose Hyuck.” He rolled his eyes at your sarcasm, but he was happy that he was finally seeing the girl that he met all those months ago. The girl who was sassy and didn’t have a problem speaking up for herself. He let out a gentle sigh and cleared his throat.

“I just want to clear some things up with you. As you know, this whole situation between me, you, and Jeno, is a complete shit show. And I’m not going to pretend that it didn’t crush me when you picked him over me. But I can understand why. He treated you like a princess, and I was treating you like a disposable cum wipe,” You grimaced at his analogy. “Maybe if I’d acted like an adult and had actually admitted my feelings to you, then things would have panned out differently. But I can’t change the past, and from this moment on, I promise to never hurt you. And I will love you until my final breath.” His cheeks went red as he spoke, clearly not used to showing his emotions to anyone.

“Hyuck, why were you hiding your feelings from me?” You could see his mouth open and close as if he was debating telling you or not, but he breathed out and smiled sadly.

“I didn’t want to jump in with two feet and get into a relationship with you when I wasn’t sure if I wanted a relationship. I didn’t want to cheat on you and break your heart…when I was seventeen, I walked in on my father cheating on my mother, and it changed the way I look at relationships. I haven’t spoken to my father in a long time, but I speak to my mother a lot, and I don’t think she knows about my father’s infidelity, if she did it would crush her. And I never want that to happen to any of my relationships. I should have told you before but…we never really talked about many personal things.” Your heart softened as he opened up to you. You squeezed his hand and gave him a small smile.

“I trust you Donghyuck. But if you cheat on me, I will cut off your penis.” He burst out laughing at your threat, nodding his head in agreement.

“I give you permission to.” Your eyes were almost twinkling in delight as you looked at you the man you loved, his smile enough to brighten the whole room. What was best was he looked at you with the same twinkle in his eye.

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As you sat opposite Donghyuck in the booth you couldn’t help but smile at him. The restaurant wasn’t particularly busy, so you didn’t have to talk loudly just to hear each other. When he caught you staring at him, he gave you an open-mouthed smile, his cheeks starting to tinge pink as he blushed.

“Why are you staring at me?” He took a sip of his drink as you kept his eyes on you.

“You’re sort of beautiful.” You smiled, leaning your chin on the palm of your hand as you watched his adams apple bob when he swallowed.

“…did you just quote twilight to me?” He raised an eyebrow, but your mouth just dropped open in shocked.

“You’ve seen twilight?!”

“It’s actually in new moon but whatever.”

“Lee Donghyuck you little nerd!” You giggled causing his face to go completely red.

“Hey! Keep your voice down, I have a reputation!” You glanced around at the older couples at the surrounding tables and sniggered in response.

“Yes I bet Mr and Mrs Kang over there buy drugs from you all the time.” You rolled your eyes, motioning with your head to the couple who were clearly in their 70’s at the table beside your own.

“You never know.” He shrugged and pushed his drink towards you. “Try that, you’ll like it.” You picked up his drink and sipped it, furrowing your eyebrows and scoffing.

“It’s just strawberry milkshake?”

“Look I was trying to be a cute boyfriend and share my drink with you okay! Give me points for that babe.” He whined and snatched his drink away from you.

“You’re a great boyfriend.” You whispered, staring at him in awe. It had been 2 months since you’d started officially dating, and you hadn’t touched one drug since that day. You were practically glowing and everyone around you had noticed the difference being in love had on you. Donghyuck was getting used to having you with him all the time, and he loved it. The only regret he has was not locking you down sooner. The first time he’d made love to you was a night you’d never forget. It had unlocked a completely new side of Hyuck to you and if anything you fell into the rabbit hole of love even further. Of course he still fucked you senseless the majority of the time, but afterwards he’d give you the sweetest aftercare, kissing all over your body if he’d marked you at all and snuggling into your breasts. The only thing that sometimes gave you a pang of hurt, was when you’d sometimes catch Jeno staring at the two of you, giving you a long look. He’d just give you a fake smile and turn his head away, ignoring the pain inside of his heart at seeing the woman he loves with the man that she loves. The man she belongs with.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you! Chenle is planning on setting Jeno up on a blind date!” He sounded excited at the thought of his best friend finally getting back into the dating game.

“Oh no…remember what happened last time he was set up on a blind date?” You sounded sceptical, tilting your head and raising an eyebrow.

“No…what happened?”

“He stood my friend up, so I punched him in the face, and he fell in love with me.” You deadpanned, rolling your eyes at your boyfriends’ slack memory.

“Oh shit yeah… I’m sure it will go fine!”

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This is the end to Haechan’s story! I hope you enjoyed it, I know it was a long, angsty ride. Who knew she was going to choose Jeno ;) Please let me know what you think, I’d love to hear your thoughts on this part of the series! Thanks for reading, love you all!

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