#the movie practically beats you over the head with its themes like you’re a fucking seven year old

[immakuronaakuma]

I’m gonna say it; Wish and the discourse that surrounds it is a case study on how fandom culture is lacking in media literacy even more than it has before in the era of “everyone is shoved into a room with one microphone and now has to scream over each other, have fun!” Otherwise known as “Twitter”

#‘Asha wants everyones wishes to be granted and that’s WRONG’ #Asha: *Actually wants Magnifico to give them back so people can work to make them come true especially since he won’t grant most of them* #‘Magnifco is a misunderstood GOOD GUY!’ #Magnifico: *Immediatly gets threatening the moment someone questions his leadership and views star as an enemy before he even MEETS it* #the movie practically beats you over the head with its themes like you’re a fucking seven year old #and y’all STILL somehow missed it! #at this point movies should just come with random disclaimers and thosw things at the end of 80s children cartoons #where they soapbox the whole moral of the episode to you #since now we gotta start treating the audience like they haven’t mentally developed past the age of 3 #disney wish

[remuslupinbutcooler]

Robin Buckley Drabble

ft Steve because we love a good ally

themes ; discussion of Billy Hargrove ; his death , not really any romanticism due to me writing it at like 5 am and posting it now , I’ve been off due to family issues so i apologise but i will be back to writing for you all again 💗

The usual fast paced heart rate began as my feet led me into the centre of town, my hearts constant beating causing my breath to become laboured and my vision to become blurred. Everything suddenly felt heavy or almost chaotic. I caught myself in the window of one of the stupid shop, i looked like a mess. Strands of hair covered my face, eyeliner smuged , mascara clinging to my lashes , my shirt felt too big almost as though it was drowning me , my jeans cuffed and covered with various sharpie drawings felt almost too attention grabbing and my sneakers felt too red . I shook my head before deciding to take my mind away from myself and my imperfections . My eyes cast themselves over to the video store were a familiar stranger stood at the counter. My feet practically rushed through the doors and upto the counter.

“Hey there- OMG?!” Steve took a double take before almost jumping into the air . “HOLY SHIT?! YOURE BACK??”

“I guess..” I rolled my eyes before giggling and looking around . My eyes fell onto another familiar face, semi familiar. I hadn’t seen Robin Buckley since High school, since band and cheer practice. She looked almost-

“Hey”

“hey..” I smiled at her before turning my attention back to Steve

“you back for good or?”

“good. I’m back for good.” I nodded. “ I’m all…uh…better” I smiled before glancing at the male before me.

“That’s good. Bet Dustin’s happier now you’re here .”

“really ?”

“yeah… he kinda didn’t shut up about you while you were gone.. I mean you’re his sister ? He missed you.”

“oh… i mean he told me he missed me and that he’s glad i’m back but i didn’t think he meant it.. he’s all over that Munson kid? Is that his name ? Eddie ?” I scanned over dvds next to the counter .

“Yeah..Him..”

“jealous Harrington?”

“N-no..”

“He is.!” Robin laughed before stepping into the little counter box

“you really think Munson is gonna replace my brothers literal dating slash life slash everything coach??” A laugh escaped my mouthy and caused me to throw my head back .

“See ? Even she thinks you’re being stupid “ Robin playfully pushed Steve. Dustin never mentioned this or them dating .

“Look..he worships you .. never shuts up about you “ I roll my eyes before stepping away slightly and scanning for the horror section .

“oh..! Thanks”

Robin giggled at a now embarrassed Steve. I never knew Steve Harrington could get embarrassed, always felt as though he was some kinda emotionless god . I guess this is what adulthood does to some popular kid who’s never faced rejection or even reality.

“ looking for something?” Robin threw herself over the counter, eyes stuck onto mine. I never noticed how pretty they were or how good her hair looked or how it fitted her face perfectly. I shook my head as an answer, far too mesmerised to answer. I turned my attention back to searching for some basic horror movie .

My hand reached for one, its cover was practically red and stared some blonde bimbo on the front ; probably the main and final girl. It was something to watch, i wasn’t gonna pay too much attention to it.

“Just this ?”

“uh huh..”

“So since you’re back…” Steve winked before combing his hands through his hair

“save it Harrington.”

“Thought you’d be over him by now..”

“You thought wrong “ I rolled my eyes. The “him” in question was none other than Billy Hargrove, my fake yet very real boyfriend. No one really knew how Billy and I “started “ our relationship. In all truth we didn’t. It started with me walking in on his dad almost beating him to death and Billy threatening me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You..you fucking tell anyone and your ass is dead. You hear me Henderson ?” Blood poured from his nose, his eyes looked heavy and almost too sad to blink open. Billy Hargrove was a dick , this was his only reason for his behaviour. I felt sorry for him.

“How about this… I won’t say a word to anyone if you say we’re together.”

“ and why would i do that ? just date some loser-“

“Billy…I can’t believe you’re the first person i’m even telling this to but…uh…ilikegirlsandnotguys.” I hung my head in a cloud of shame , too embarrassed to even admit it fully.

“ You ? A fucking perfect little-“

“don’t. I already feel like shit for it.”

“why ?”

“because it’s not exactly a good thing around here ? “

“ i know that but-“

“ look is it a deal or not ? cause if you even utter a word about me liking girls then i’ll fucking tell everyone about you and your dad.”

“like anyone would believe a girl lover .”

“like anyone would believe daddy’s punching bag?”

“fine. Deal. “

“ Thank you. You kinda look bad ass with bruises. You could lie and say you were fighting some guy tryna save me or something.. you’d be a chic magnet in minutes.”

Billy laughed before patting me on the back , “ yeah… about that.. can i cheat on my fake girlfriend?”

I rolled my eyes , “ yes sure .. can i?”

He laughed again, this time harder and more friendlier, “ yeah sure … You’re safe with me .”

“and you’re safe with me.. if you need any help with that… call me. My dad kinda used to hit my mom so i kinda know a thing or two.”

Billy nodded before pushing me out of his window . “ goodnight my beautiful- BAHAHA- sorry… goodnight girlfriend”

I rolled my eyes at a now overly joyous billy pissing himself due to how funny he thought our situation was. “ goodnight boyfriend..ew”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“ no offence Harrington but you try having someone protect you and be there and then something takes your only sense of safety.” I rolled my eyes before paying.

“sorry…”

“it’s fine.. it’s just uh…hard you know”

“ yeah well… if you ever need a shoulder to-“

“please stop hitting on me. It’s not gonna worrrkkk “

“ i know but… it could.”

“uh huh… bye guys ..”I waved before hopping onto my skateboard, my eyes glue to the ground and surroundings. The Hawkins sun setting over me .

#hawkins #stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #robin stranger things #billy hargove imagine #billy hargove x reader #robin buckley x you #you x strangerthings

[kookiessugababy]

My Sweet Girl (Min Yoongi) // 18+ nsfw!!

Warnings🚨- slapping (minimal) // out of relationship// fingering// teasing//hickies

-> scenario: you’re both deeply in it for one another- you’re just waiting for the right time. A needy, lustful breakfast after a cosy night at Yoongis apartment leads to your feelings only firing.

Hope you enjoy <3

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The absence of his arms woke you at 8:30, instead finding yourself wrapped in a warm duvet and surrounded by the sweet aroma of pancakes. Clattering pans and cutlery echoed from the neighbouring room, apartment walls shaking with every step the boy took. He almost conveyed the impression of frustration, with the unnatural business for such time in the morning most likely getting to him. Curious, you brushed the quilt to the floor before covering up with a stray shirt residing by the bed. Your hair was messy and eyes screaming with oscitation and with little effort made, you wandered through the dim corridor to the kitchen.

Drawing closer the aforementioned cacophony was met with a juxtaposing hum of soft music, a small voice murmuring lyrics. The door was agar allowing sweet smells to escape the warmth, taunting you through as you tasted the cloyingly sweet air. On the opposing side of the busy counter that was occupied by fine China plates and delicate glasses filled with freshly squeezed orange juice, your eyes were met with the frame of a shirtless Yoongi, leaning with his back to you over the stove. Leaking light sauntered through the gaps of the apartment windows, tickling his pale complexion with sparkles of morning dew- delicately drawing patterns down his spine. His skin looked soft and untouched, toned arms reaching for condiments as he remained oblivious to your gaze. Floppy silver hair fell to the boys face in a lazy manner, complementing his nape - broad shoulders holding stretching with every move. “And what is this, Mr Yoongi?” you playfully tittered after minutes of taking in the sight. Before resting against the doorframe, you folded your arms at your chest as he span around on his heels, raising an eyebrow to sportively taunt him with disbelief. When he came to facing, flaunting his husky figure- underwear sitting low on his waist, you found your stare uncontrollable. Obvious gawking permissed him to smirk slightly as his eyebrows relaxed- curled lips inviting you closer as he swiped them with his tongue. “Breakfast, my sweet girl” he replies, pushing a plate in your direction over the islands surface, taking a fork in your hand as you sat in the mustard leather seat. The modern room was airy and colourful, matching the theme of the rest of Yoongi apartment. Stacked pancakes coated in sugar and fruit were presented to you as he stalked you closely, taking in your appreciative smile while you abstained from running your eyes further then his face. His gummy grin made you giggle, cheeks heating as he leered at you flirtatiously, sipping his juice while his eyes never left yours.

Despite the serenity you felt at this moment, the two of you had a muddled relationship. Inseparable was often used to describe your liaison- all of your belongings sat in his flat, you slept in his bed, you attended every single of the boys concerts, yet neither of you had ever asked each other to commit officially. Both of you were deeply affectionate for one another; blatantly in love- yet both felt this to such an extent the idea of rejection was worse than imaginable. Most nights were filled with long chats and movie marathons- others passionate sex or a frolicking at the beach. Min Yoongi never tolerated a dull moment when you were intertwined in his company, his affection almost felt abysmal with never ending ways to make you feel adored: and this morning was one of them.

Scratches of the fork echoed around the room as you emptied your plate, watching the boy caper to the radio in a zestful grace. “hmmm, my sweet girl, I must leave you today…practice with the boys at the studio but angel we shall do whatever you would like tonight” he announced, sounding much more sensitive than his usual self. Finding disappointment settle slightly, you agreed with a forceful grin: “you’ll need to make it up to me though Mr Yoongi” you replied, dismaying the lemon tone in an attempt to alleviate any sense of awkwardness. “Is that so?” he teased in return, pacing his way behind the stool, arms floating around you as he rested his chin on your shoulders. Bevelling your head back slightly, you relaxed against his rising chest- hearts beating in unison as he gently kissed the plush of your skin. You hummed as you moved further to give him access to your neck, his chapped lips cursing your name as he tickled your collarbones with pecks. “How about i make it up to you now?”

Patience grew thin as his fingers tugged your hair lightly, the kisses turning to pinches as he made his way to your shoulder. Every movement were sensual and planned, finding your hairs standing on edges skin as he traced his mouth along nerves. Before you could speak, he spun the chair to face himself, watching over as you glanced- eyes meeting. His stare was tantalising, tempting you closer and leaving you needy after he had barely handled you. Inhaling, his pouting lips parted, fixating on your blushing cheeks as you began to heat under his glare. Pushing your thighs together abruptly, you avoided diverting his attention to your gratuitous state. Like an eagle, his eyes flew to your thighs- large hands clasping them and pulling them apart. Coyly leering, his shining rings pressed cold against your skin as he rubbed circles lewdly, hungry hands running to your inner thigh. Here, his fingers snaked to your undressed clit- admitting your state with a growl at the wetness of your heat. His index finger extended and faintly paced your slit, impelling you to buck your hips slightly in the chair. Again, a devious smirk plastered Yoongis face as he inspected your reaction, your oversensitivity riling as he administered his power.

“Y-Yoongi” you moaned, his finger circling around your hole as he marked your jawline with raw red hickies. The shirt you wore was almost see through due to its pearly pigment, the harsh light showcasing your breasts through the fabric- Yoongi eying them as his finger moved from your heat. Taking it to his mouth, he sucked his fingers while keeping your attention- groaning at the sweet tasting the juices collected on his now soaked fingers. “My sweet girl, you taste so fucking good.” he praised, making your stomach turn at the validation you craved. Suddenly, he slapped your thigh and kneaded it with his other hand- the lubricated index now making its way into your head. You moved to hold his shoulders as he pushed it into you, curling it to hit tight walls. Roughly, he moved his finger in and out repeatedly, hair falling to his face as he slipped another one in. The forcefulness of his hands alone made your breasts bounce, moans slipping out of your mouth as the sound of your arousal bounce of the walls- the wet squelches worsening after every move. Despite your embarrassment for how pathetically turned on you were, you continued to focus watching his hand vigorously move at your heat- whining at the feeling. “Mm-more Yoongi” you pleaded, hips now rocking in the stool to gain more friction against his long digits and yet you couldn’t help but crave something more. “Oh goodness me kitten, is somebody after cock?” he playfully chimed, although he seemed somewhat breathless. Without slowing down, he pulled out his fingers completely- the cool air stinging your dripping heat as you fussed desperately.

Seconds later, his boxers were discarded to the floor- his long member standing erect. He held it in his hand, signalling you to spread your legs yet again for him. “That’s it baby, nice and wide for my big cock” he cooed, precum running to his fluid coated fingers. Swiftly, he grabbed your leg and moved it over his shoulder- forcing you to lean back in the stool against the counter. Facing him you could watch as he glanced at your dampened thighs, biting his lip as took in every visible part of you. The shirt covered your modesty in a way that turned him on more- he knew exactly what was under there as he’d seen it so many times before- and yet only his imagination could picture your breasts jumping as he pounded you and the reddening chest in provocation. “Such a pretty girl.” he muttered instantly as his swelling cock tore through your heat, your moans uncontrollable as his hips thrusted you. The clashing of skin peaked around the room, his cock filling you in a way you’d never felt before. The angle he had perceived from raising your leg allowed him to repeatedly hit your g spot, driving into you harder and harder each time. Continuing at this pace, his spare hand reached to your clit, fondling it in quick circles. The pace of it all was almost unbearable, your breathe hitching at the immediacy of it all.

“Fuck- mmm” Yoongi groaned, reaching further and further into you as he pulled your leg up more. Your head tilted back under the inability to hold it up- words slurred and vision blurry with tears as your eyes streamed. Sweat poured from the boys head as a result of the repetition- hair sticking to his face as his parted lips announced his pleasure. The stool rocked against the counter as he failed to give in, his cock twitching as he felt your walls clench. Moving his hand from your swollen clit, he held your breasts tightly as his final thrusts slowed down, hips slapping against yours as he buried himself deep. Tightening stomachs and burning faces led you both to a moaning mess, your insides clenching as you felt yourself reaching your orgasm. “I- cum.. Yoongi I need to-“ struggling to offer a sentence, you pleaded for a release as your walls tightened around his spilling cock. “Cum” he demanded breathlessly, his face flushed and coated in a layer of sweat. Before you could reply, a blackness held your body as you twisted in pleasure- the warmth of his seed filling you as you came around his cock simultaneously. Your nails dug into his back as you gasped in pleasure- profanities bleeding from Yoongis lips as he felt your climax around himself. Answering to exhaustion, his movements turned sloppy as he let down your leg, allowing time for you to adjust to the release. He rode out both of your highs- slightly hissing at the dripping of your cunt as he pulled out. Your thighs were messy with arousal, your pussy dripping with his load. Grinning, he pulled your large shirt down slightly to dab up the mess- kissing you softly on the forehead in return.

Each breath was still heavy as he pulled back up his boxers, your heat sore from the keenness of it all. He chuckled slightly and your bewildered state; slightly hair slightly messy, tear stained eyes and your shirt now soaked. Pecking your lips lightly, he touched his nose against yours, smiling a gummy smile that calmed your heaving. “I’d better be off to dress, my sweet girl. Thankyou for making my morning wonderful” he whispered against your cheek, tightly hugging you in a warm embrace. Giggling, you nodded- permissing him leave with a soft kiss on the cheek.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

#bts army #bts namjoon #bts jin #bts jimin #bts smut #bts taehyung #namjoon #bts hoseok #btsgif #bts suga #bts smut drabbles #bts smut drabble #yoongi smut #yoongi imagine #yoongi x you #yoongi #min suga #suga #v smut #bts #bangtan boys #bangtan suga #bangtan scenarios #bts junkook #bts nswf #bangtan sonyeondan #bts jkook #jk bts #rapmonster #bts angst

[binniesthighs]

ANON THIS WAS SO FUN.  Oh my gosh thank you so much for requesting this 😭

bites like bittersweet | reader x minho | 

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x lee minho 

Genre: that good good smut 

Tags: aphrodisiac au, switch!minho, switch!reader, mentions of food, oral (m recieving), unprotected sex (stay safe!), degredation, pet names, dirty talk, accidental exhibitionism 

Word count: 2.4k

“are you kidding me? I can’t believe that you actually spent money on this!! aren’t you just a tiny bit embarrassed?” 

“what? I thought that it would be fun to try!” 

“if this is your way of seducing me, I hate to tell you, but it isn’t going to work.” 

minho threw the chocolate bars back down on the coffee table. he was right;  they looked fake and you knew it. the giant logo on the front stared up at you and your skeptical friend. it was an obscenely large kiss mark with different icons of couples fucking for each flavor. you really should have had better judgement. right in front of you was $36 dollars that you would never be getting back. 

“and you had to get all the flavors?” 

your defeated arms rang themselves above your head. “what?? I wasn’t going to pass up mint, salted caramel and...what’s this called...yeah, cherri amore!” 

“and why is it again that you’re asking me to try these--” minho snatched up the flavor Salted Caramelicious in Milk Chocolate to read the label.  “--proven aphrodisiac and libido boosters?” 

“I dunno!! you were the only one around I guess...?” 

minho flicked up one of his eyebrows in his suspicion. “really? that’s why? I don’t believe you. you’re trying to get in my pants aren’t you?!” 

“no! Why the hell would I want to get in your pants?” 

“hmmm...dare I bring up the locker room incident from a couple summers ago?” sly as ever, minho punched your arm lightly. “i bet that you’ve been dreaming about it ever since then.” 

“-have not!! you’re ridiculous.” you gifted him a punch back, but this one wasn’t nearly as joking. 

minho rubbed at his arm with a dramatic little “ow” on his lips. 

“I’m bored, you don’t have anything else to do, it’s probably a scam and I don’t feel like wasting my $36.” 

for a moment, minho pondered in silence as you dished him out your best puppy-dog eyes. in all your years of friendship, there was nothing that did him in better than the way you could make your eyes glisten. “that should be illegal” he would gripe. 

“Pleeeese?? ~I know that you like mint chocolate~” you waved the bar gratuitously in front of his nose. 

“fine.” he clawed it from your grasp. “i’m sure that it’s gonna be shitty chocolate anyway.” minho’s fingers hastily tore at the little foil edges and wrappings then cracked it in his hand. 

you teased him, “should I get us some wine to go with this chocolate?” 

minho scoffed and popped a couple chunks in his mouth. “fuck, this is so waxy. I hate you for this.” 

~💋~ 

to your right, your wall clock ticked on as late as it was into the night. you hadn’t expected yourself to get so sleepy, but you and minho had made up the couch into your usual mess of pillows and blankets that would often accompany movie nights. after a while, the two of you had decided to just let netflix autoplay each episode, not really caring that you weren’t quite watching anymore. 

“--you feeling anything?” you asked minho for the hundredth time. 

“...no; its same answer from the last fifty times that you asked me. like I said, it’s a scam. you were swindled. just admit it.” 

“...I don’t think I’m feeling anything either.” 

“we ate the shitty chocolate, and that was that.” minho huffed. “god, you owe me big time.” 

“isn’t it supposed to take a second to kick in...? isn’t that how these things work?” 

“hell if I know.” 

your friend sighed out the same unimpressed sigh he had been repeating for the last 45 minutes or so. he sat up a little straighter upon his realization. 

“wait...so you’re saying that you want me to get turned on???” 

“ah-no!!! don’t misunderstand!! it’s not that I want you to get turned on, i just want to know if it’s a scam or not. you know...for science?” 

“for science? since when was science a part of all this?” 

“i-it always was!” 

“let’s just...finish watching this episode or two and then you’re leaving, got it?

you nodded, “got it!” 

around your shoulder, minho snaked his arm to rest it gently, leaning you into him just a little. this place had always been your favorite spot. nuzzled into him like this, you could nearly hear his heartbeat in his chest. with the tv droning and the muffled “boom-boom” of his heart, you were drawn to sleep with ease, however, as you drifted, there was something different about the pace in which his heart would usually beat close to you. 

~💋~

at first, you were woken by the sound of explosions. in the time that minho had promised, “this episode or two,” netflix had already made it’s way to playing a movie. strangely enough, minho hadn’t bothered changing it; it was his least favorite kind: the kind with car chases and missiles and the end of the world. 

secondly, you were awoken by his voice, urgent and shallow. 

“hey. hey. get up. y/n, get your heavy-ass head off me.” 

“wha-what is it? what time is it? what is this?” you rubbed your blurry vision away with your palms. 

“I...” minho choked down a thick gulp. “I-I think that I’m feeling...something...” 

“what?!” your head snapped to look him in his terrified widened eyes. normally he would make fun of the rat’s nest on your head, but this time, his eyes remained unmoving. 

mortified, minho uttered out again, “I feel...something...” 

“something what? spit it out!!” 

“don’t you dare look but...oh god...” your friend choked in an inhale. 

he didn’t need to finish his sentence before your eyes had drifted down to where the spiderman themed blanket covered his lap. sure enough, he tented the fabric in the most obvious way. 

“shit-this is so embarrassing.” minho steadied his breaths then winced “it kinda...hurts.” 

this time, your eyes widened. “hurts?” 

“yeah it does, okay???? don’t fucking rub it in.” 

you found yourself getting defensive, “well what the hell do we do now???” 

“I don’t know!!!” minho yelled into the dark room incredulously. 

“can’t you just...I don’t know...jerk it away??? ” 

“right here???” 

“NO like in the bathroom or something I mean!!!” 

“greaaat, you broke my dick!! and you’re being of no help at all!” 

“well what would you have be do then huh? suck it off for ya right here and now?? would that be sooooo helpful to you??”

in your frustration, you tore spiderman off of his lap, then there it was: in its full glory. 

yes, the locker room incident had lingered on your mind from time to time but.. you certainly didn’t remember it looking like that. 

in your whole life, you never would have guessed that the thought, “thank-you-god for-blessing-us-with-the-invention of-grey-sweatpants” would grace your stream of consciousness but...here you were. 

“m-minho...I-I think that it’s effecting me too.” your eyes ogled his member: lusciously thick and long, practically fighting the pants that kept it in. it bulged in his pants gorgeously and he had even wet himself a little from his leaking pre-cum.

“Huh!?” 

“wow.” you marveled. 

you really don’t know why you had done it, but suddenly the entire room felt much hotter, and taking off your shirt made much more sense so, you did.

“what the hell are you doing?!” minho attempted to pull up a blanket to cover your chest. 

“does it really hurt?” something must have possessed you: your voice had dropped several octaves and you felt yourself breathing out the words with air. 

as soon as he had heard your voice change, it was like he was enchanted. “A-a little. ‘feels really...trapped.” minho ate up the way that your eyes raked over his hard-on. 

“oooh does it?” you used your index and ring finger to walk your hand over to his thigh where you then grabbed at him in starving handfuls. his muscles felt so beautiful in your hands. 

minho whimpered out the whiniest, most desperate little sound that he could manage as his closed eyelids fluttered. there was no way in this world that you could ever imagine him making such a noise, especially from your touch. 

yeah, you might have dreamt about it a couple times or more. 

your hand tranced the outline of his dick on his pants. 

“oh-shit--” minho keened under your touch, jerking his body viciously. 

“god, you’re fucking gorgeous when you’re hard.” the words left your lips unapologetically and by seeing the way that minho practically melted from the compliment, you felt your whole body swell with that same aching pain. 

“--tou-touch--” 

your hand gave minho’s cock one good hard squeeze and he grunted out so loudly that you were fearful it could have been heard from the next apartment over. shaky breaths trembled from his lips and he rutted into your hand. 

“‘hurts so, so bad.” 

you almost missed it, but single tears fell from both of his eyes. 

“what do you want me to do about it?” 

exasperated, minho threw his head into the crook of your neck, panting, “an-anything. but--I-want your mouth. please...” 

“of course.” you cooed, then snuck your hand under the elastic of his pants, getting another squeeze in. his eyes had glared at your lips long enough, so you decided to grant them their wish. you practically threw your whole weight into him, knocking both of your balances away as you rushed your lips into his. both of your mouths were hot and insatiable: your sloppy kisses were an utter mess: and you had never used so much tongue before in your life. wet kissing sounds filled the space between you both and tangled up with your shameless moans. 

in your own pants, the situation wasn’t much different, but your desire to utterly destroy your needy friend was overwhelming and you could ignore it for a couple seconds more. 

minho rose his hips for you pull his briefs and pants off, then sat back down to display his cock, red, veiny and dripping. your mouth salivated just thinking about how amazing it would feel in your mouth. 

your friend didn’t give you much time to think before he had pulled your head nearer to him, then tapped his tip on your lips. 

“shouldn’t I tease you first? whatever happened to foreplay?” you licked his length up and down. 

“just--I don't care about that, I’m ready now,--fucking--please, please, I’m begging you to take me in your mouth. 

“~ahhhh~ you’re so cute when you beg.” 

minho’s full length was nearly too much for you to handle, but regardless, you swallowed him down using every ounce of your skill. the way that he moaned for you sounded so pathetic and needy, but he only pushed your head down farther. 

“my little cockslut” minho gasped, “taking me in so good with that pretty mouth of yours...you’re so amazing, it’s so...mmph...just like...I always dreamed it would be...” 

he threw his head back to guffaw at himself. “I can’t believe that this is happening.”

“quit talking and let me hear more of those pretty moans of yours.” you demanded of him, switching to jerk him up and down with your hand. your own saliva coated each and every one of your fingers.  

“gonna...make me cum!” minho’s fingers dug into the edge of the sofa. “can-can I?” 

“no.” you answered with a devilish smile. “you’re not gonna let me have any fun?” 

“sorry, sorry...what do you want from me now?” 

you continued jerking him once you had crept your lips up his body, kissing up his chest and stomach. your thumb played with his slit, eliciting even more pre-cum to come dripping out of his adorable tip. you reached his mouth where you let him get a taste. 

just as before, the sofa started feeling too stuffy and warm for you, so your frazzled brain searched the room for the next best place, and there really was only one other. 

“come with me,” you circled minho in your arms, pulling you both down to carpeted floor, taking a couple blankets with you as they tied in your limbs. “fuck me into the ground minho.” 

a fire lit behind minho’s soft brown eyes that you had never seen, and soon he had ridded you of all of your own clothes. 

“oh kitten, there's nothing that I would love to do to you more.” 

for mere moments, yours and minho’s bodies lingered, pressed flush against each other as both of your hips grinded together seeking some kind of relief and your mouths searched for hungry answers. 

“be a good boy for me minho,” you whispered into him, “fuck me so hard I’m dizzy, hmm?” 

“if you insist...” minho buried his head into your neck to bite into the skin, no doubt leaving marks for you later. 

everything reached a certain symphonic climax once he guided himself into your entrance which was nearly twitching to be filled by him. his length and girth stretched you out perfectly, and soon you knew it wouldn’t take too much for him to show you all the stars in the galaxy behind your eyelids. 

he thrust into you with feral sounding grunts, and your back burned a little against the carpet under you. 

“don’t-don’t stop...mmm--” 

body ablaze, the beginnings of your orgasm start to build in your core, begging for more and more. deep inside you, minho grazed your euphoric spot and you moaned out his name with reckless abandon. 

“say it louder for me baby.” your friend would greedily command, adoring the way that his name would bounce off the walls. 

“I’m close, god, minho--” 

ding-ding-ding! 

had you not been cumming with a searing white heat with minho jerking himself wildly over your stomach, you would have seen chan open the door, pretending to sneak his way in. 

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?” chan threw his arms over his eyes. “...AND IN THE OPEN LIVING ROOM???” 

“ch-chan?” minho threw the blankets over both of your gasping bodies, still recovering from your orgasms of seconds ago. 

“ I...oh my god.” chan shielded his eyes the whole walk to his room. 

“I’m sorry!!” Minho called after him, eyes then falling to his white painting on your stomach. “hmm. that looks kinda nice.” 

~💋~

later, when you would be cleaning up, chan would discover your litter of half eaten bars of chocolate, then would turn them over to laugh in your face: 

“uhhhh guys...you know that those are a placebo right?” 

#skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids oneshots #stray kids drabbles #kpop drabble #kpop imagine #kpop smut #Lee Minho smut #lee minho x you #lee minho x reader #minho x y/n #minho x you #Minho x reader

[waithyuck]

touch

pairing: ghost!zhong chenle x reader (f) *halloweenie special*

genre: supernatural au, fluff (with suggestive tones)

word count: like 2k cuz I suck

warnings: one lil mention of murder, themes of haunting, suggestive content (like kissin and some heavy petting, but nothing explicit y’all), non consensual touching (not in a sexual way, more like ‘omg I think a ghost touched me’ yk), explicit language, chenle is a lil lonely ghost boi, reader simps for him,,,,and forms a relationship,,,,with a ghost,,,,

a/n: FUCK IT ITS FINALLY DONE. FUCK. is this edited??? HAHAH. no

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~12/17/2020~

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moving out on your own for the first time was hands down probably the scariest thing you’ve had to do in your short life. sure, finding a place that was relatively cheap had you excited at the possibility of having a sense of responsibility, and getting away from your parents was a definite plus, but the entire prospect of being alone was, well, terrifying.

you probably should have asked more questions when agreeing to move into said place; a one bedroom apartment that was big enough to fit you and you only. it was cute and clean, and it was all you needed with the minimal amount of things you had.

the cheap price didn’t raise any red flags in your admittedly stupid and naive brain, but it definitely should have. you cursed yourself looking back at not inquiring about exactly why it was affordable.

about two weeks in is when some weird shit started to go down.

you expected there to be the usual noises that occur in an apartment building, but the ones you heard in the early hours of the morning, every morning, seemed a little bit different.

it sounded like small sniffling, like crying, and sometimes the floorboards would creak softly outside your bedroom door, scaring you beyond belief. you even went as far to ask you neighbor if they had been crying every night, to which she looked at you like you had gone nuts.

the touches started not too long after that.

you felt like you were going insane, but you would swear on whatever god you needed to that there was something touching you at night.

light, feather like traces across the skin of your arms, light presses against your face and shoulders, and the occasional cold poke against your legs had you almost ready to give up on the apartment entirely.

you couldn’t leave though; if you were to break the contract you signed, you would lose an incredible amount of money just for vacating early.

you tried to convince yourself it was just your imagination; stupid childlike paranoia from watching horror movies as a kid.

however much you tried, nothing would be able to convince what was before you currently, was part of your imagination.

“woah, what the fuck?!” you screamed, your eyes widening at the sight of the extremely pale boy standing a few feet in front of you. “who the fuck are you?” you clutched what remained of the pile of laundry in your arms, the rest fallen onto the floor as your heart seemingly beat through your rib cage when he stared back at you in awe.

“wait, you can see me?” he asked quietly, his mouth agape as your face screwed up in confusion.

“what? of course I can see you, what the actual fuck?” you blurted back, subconsciously taking a small step backward, dropping the rest of the clothes as the boy seemed to float forward. his feet didn’t touch the ground and he seemed to slowly become more translucent the farther down his body you looked, shocking you even more.

“oh my god,” your breath was staggered as you became to realize what this boy actually was. “oh my god, are you dead?!”

“well that’s one way to put it, yeah.” he stayed out where he was, not moving forward any more into your space. “I’m a ghost.” he put both his hands up and gave a small sheepish smile. “ta-daaa…”

your brows furrowed in confusion, your idiotic human brain trying to process what was actually going on in your apartment right now.

“so wait a minute,” you started suddenly, bracing your hand on the wall beside you to keep yourself steady. “have you been the one touching me at night? what the hell, dude??” you weren’t sure how it was possible, but a blush rose to his ghostly cheeks.

“I didn’t mean anything creepy by it…” he softly spoke, looking down at his feet. “I just haven’t felt any human contact in a...very long time. I’m sorry.”

you wanted to be more angry at him, but then thoughts swirled into your mind of how lonely he must have been, and how long he could have possibly been here on his own.

you continued to converse with the ghost boy (crazy, you were aware) and came to find out that he was actually straight up murdered in this exact apartment about twenty years ago. the most surprising part was that the damn apartment building you were living in has been around that long, considering it’s shady history.

chenle was visibly upset talking about it, sparing the gory details but explaining enough for you to understand that he was killed in his sleep during a robbery turned hostile. it made your heart ache knowing that he died alone, and has been alone ever since.

sure, there were people living in this place before you, but no one stayed long, for obvious reasons. they either found out the history of the murder or were scared away by chenle who was just trying to fill the whole in his dead, ghostly heart.

“you’re gonna leave, aren’t you?” he finally asked, his voice somber.

you did consider it before, but now it felt wrong to do, especially after meeting and somewhat befriending the exact thing that was potentially going to drive you away.

“no,” you replied solidly, shocking him as his head shot up to look at you. “I’m not going anywhere, now that I know you’re not gonna like, try to kill me or anything.”

you tried to joke to make the atmosphere more lighthearted, and it seemed to work as a chuckle escaped him. you sat in silence for a few moments, before a realization hit you.

“wait, wait,” you put a hand out in front of you in emphasis, surprising the boy in front of you. “how are you able to touch things?” you paused for a moment, “and me?”

the boy, chenle, rolled his eyes at you before looking at you with a void expression. “jeez, everyone has the stereotypes so messed up. have you ever seen the movie ghost with patrick swayze? it came out in like 1990.”

you blinked at him a few times before nodding slowly, having an idea of where he was going with his point.

“yeah well, it’s like that,” he paused, coming closer to you and reaching his hand out tentatively, trying to gauge your reaction. “if we just practice enough,” He was close now, directly in front of you with his hand hovering over your arm. “we can touch whatever we want, whenever we want.” his hand wrapped around your wrist gently to prove his words to be true, and you softly gasped at the feeling, still trying to wrap your head around this crazy scenario you were living in.

“that’s nice,” you said, slightly nervous at your own reaction to him touching you. you couldn’t deny that it didn’t feel nice to have someone caress your skin so gently…

he stared at you silently, his face seemingly emotionless as he held you. it didn’t take a genius to decipher the look in his eyes, however. glistening with life and longing, looking at you like you were the only person in the world...and you supposed to him, you were.

“you’re so…” he started, his voice quiet as his other hand reached out to touch your face. hesitant at first, he drew his hand back a millimeter, before letting his fingers brush against your cheek as you sighed and found yourself leaning into him. “pretty. so pretty.”

it seemed crazy; this raw form of attraction at first sight that you were feeling. you had no doubt he was experiencing it too, just from his confession alone.

your lips parted to speak, but no words came forth as you brain short circuited, taking in his handsome features as you finally realized just how attractive he was.

the hand that was holding your wrist slowly slid up your arm, causing your skin to prickle at the sensation of his touch on your skin. it slid up over your shoulder and up your neck, to finally rest on your cheek like his other hand was now doing.

the moment was insanely soft and intimate, and even though his hands were slightly cold, the air around you both seemed to grow warmer and warmer with every passing second, almost suffocating you with each shaking breath you took.

without a second thought, you lunged forward into his space, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and kissing him softly, his hands dropping from your cheeks to rest on your waist as a surprised grunt came from within him.

‘this is so crazy’, you thought, leading him into your room as you kept your lips attached, ‘absolutely insane.’

you weren’t sure how this even came to happen; you’d never thought you’d be flat on your back against your mattress while a literal ghost boy ran his hands up and down your waist as he kissed you like a man starved. you were still slightly convinced that he was a figment of your imagination; he felt so real, nothing like what you assumed a ghost would feel like against your skin.

his hands weren’t as warm as a living humans would be, but you still relished in the feeling of his fingers gripping at the skin of your waist, holding you close to him as he kissed you without holding back.

you highly expected him to be shy and inexperienced; since he had died so young you figured he wouldn’t know what to do.

it was a stupid assumption, to say the least.

you gripped his hair gently and tried to sit up, only to have him keep you down as he sweetly moved his mouth against your own. his grip was becoming more needy and before it could go too far, you pulled back.

you relished in the sight of his red puffy lips, seemingly so alive and human, like blood was still coursing through his veins. his eyes showed wide, blown out pupils as he stared down at you, his eyes hooded slightly.

he licked his lips once before softly falling beside you, his shoulder brushing yours as you both laid in the middle of your mattress in a calming silence.

“well that was a strange turn of events.” you panted, curling your body beside him as you tried to catch your breath. who knew that a dead boy would be such a damn good kisser?

he smirked at you in response, not saying anything as he grabbed your hand in his.

“now you definitely can’t go anywhere. I’m attached.” he teased, looking at you longingly with a cheeky smile on his face. you rolled your eyes but still smiled nonetheless, knowing that you wouldn’t be going anywhere anyway, for a very long time.

you weren’t sure how this was all going to work out, but you’d figure it out as you went along, together.

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[aitarose]

SEVEN AM (T. OIKAWA) ⤷ pairing: oikawa tooru x fem!reader

synopsis: between wrinkled bedsheets and lost undergarments, the evening of your dreams is one of a living nightmare—you, alone in a simple bed without its king. 

word count: 1.2k

genre: fuck boi!tooru, best friend!reader, one night stand, one-sided pining, angsty angst

warnings: extremely suggestive content, swearing, slight obsession, brief mentions of intercourse :( but not fully descriptive bc i’m a minor haha ok

24 hours collab masterpost

notes: for bby ly’s (@kyotarou) collab that i already forgot the name of oopsie brb OK it’s called the 24 hours collab aha aha there we go. also half of this takes place at like midnight umm chile anyways

It’d been a spur-of-the-moment decision, something that you’d relived over and over again within the constructs of your own mind—but never believed would actually come true. It was the very thing that you’d wished for most in all of your months by his side, never realizing that it was right within your grasp.

The dream being just beneath your skin, hands laced together through gentle movements and breathless moans, all occurring in one single night of ecstasy. 

A night that had been, of course, proceeded by your typical evening of celebration. The excited haze of energy that followed a perfect win on the court—victory for Club Athletico San Juan, which was led by none other than their esteemed setter—your best friend, Oikawa Tooru. 

You’d walked out of the bar together after eleven PM, hand-in-hand, him swinging your palms back and forth whilst you strolled down the spaced pavements—avoiding crazed traffic and wandering strangers—heading towards your quaint apartment which sat peacefully atop the local cafe. 

One after the other, the two of you stepped inside—locking the door behind you as you dropped your abandoned shoes on the mat, having taken them off hours earlier in the midst of dancing. His hand had never left the small of your back, guiding your steps towards the cozy kitchen with a dream-like cloud floating through the air. 

You’d offered him a mug of decaffeinated coffee, turning on the machine with the muscle memory of countless similar nights, not noticing the hardness of his gaze. There had been a glint in his eyes—an expression you’d never quite seen before displayed on his features as you turned to face him, the only sound being the soft grinds of the water heater. 

There wasn’t any verbal discussion, no command that had signaled him to rush over and take your jaw between his calloused fingers. Only a split second of eye contact, both of you having the same wish in that moment—to finally know the feeling of your lips on his in an ever-seizing kiss. 

And it really had been everything you’d dreamed of. Soft and passionate, perfection in terms of intimacy—a seemingly life-changing kiss between you and your best friend. The very person you’d been falling for for years on years now. The man that you imagined yourself meeting at the end of a rose covered aisle in beautiful designer attire. 

The path from the kitchen to your bedroom hadn’t taken long to conquer, strewn clothing across the floor, like scattered treats in the woods on the way to the witches hut. A desirable sight, but also one that would inevitably lead to pain and heartbreak—and unfortunately for you, those outcomes had never crossed your mind, not even once. 

But now, as you lay awake—facing the bedroom wall in an attempt to ignore the rising sunlight—there was a physical pain in your chest. The bonds of your being snapping into two as you heard him roll out of bed, groaning at the bright rays whilst his regretful actions cycled through his mind. 

“Shit.” You heard him mumble as you turned slightly to see him run a hand through his disheveled locks. He was biting his lip, tapping his foot against the hard wood floor with his eyes on the window, staring out into the incoming horizon with reddened irises. “Shit.”

Oikawa stood, abandoning the bodily indent in the comforter and scrambling to find his clothing. It seemed as if he were more focused on the location of his belt than the status of your relationship—all the more confirming that you were nothing but another one of his flings. Another one of his famous one night stands. 

“Tooru?” You called out, sitting up with your elbows as support, a fully serious gaze falling upon his eyes of fear as his attention snapped around. “Tooru, where are you going? Do you have an early practice?”

There was a part of you that wanted to believe that he did have an excuse for trying to leave you. That there was a valid reason as to why he hadn’t held you through the morning haze, why he hadn’t pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head in an attempt to wake you softly—why he hadn’t confessed any true feelings for you in the night turned dawn?

But all of your worries were confirmed at his reaction. His usually charming cheeks were replaced with ones devoid of commitment or love, his stance being awkward and weary rather than comfortable and content in your presence. He was practically a different person. 

You didn’t know this Oikawa Tooru, you hadn’t ever known the man before you now—but all the women at the bar, the fans in the stands, girls at the beach who’d whistle in his way and send him flirty glances had always been familiar with this feeling of longing. 

It was the tone of rejection and regrets, stolen kisses that had been thrown into the bin—taken away to the sea and lost in the landfill of broken hearts and mixed emotions. He didn’t need to come up with a response to your wonders, knowing that you were smarter than his empty promises and lies. All that was needed was a pained shake of the head and the stale wake of his absence. 

Tears rained down your make-up smudged skin at the sound of the front door closing, the realization of reality setting in—the reality that he would likely never take a walk with you on your path of life again. Your streets were at one for what you wanted to be forever—but forever doesn’t always last, does it?

No, because if it did you wouldn’t be driving down the boulevard of broken dreams with an open hand—an open hand that was, for some reason, still waiting for him to come back. Still hoping with every part of your soul that he would come rushing into your arms and fall back into a peaceful slumber. 

Perhaps you could find that slumber yourself, snuggled in the cold cotton sheets of your king sized bed—which was ironically missing its king of the court. 

If there was any chance that you could find rest, lucid dream the reality that you oh-so-wished you were currently living, you’d take that opportunity. After all, what is life without the one you love? What is life if not missed connections and broken signals? What is the point of trying so hard, only to be beat down after finally getting what you wanted?

Maybe you just weren’t meant for the type of mind-blowing love you saw in the movies or on television. The lifestyle of happiness just wasn’t in your book—the dream of dancing through a fairytale was a phony pretense, as you weren’t the princess in the story, but rather the abandoned love interest instead. 

Turning the next page wouldn’t be easy for you, it would take all the mental strength in your bones—but at the sight of the parting clouds and shining sun, you knew you’d be okay. The next chapter of your story would be a good one, you were going to make sure of it—with or without him.

dedicated to my silly little beautiful baka @gellysticks​. you’re such a silly goose you silly little goose you

aitarose do not copy, claim, or mimic my writing, works, themes, copy and paste my words, or headers and tags as your own. do not use my blog as a template for your own, or base your theme on mine.

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[nite-shay]

Surprise! (Kirishima Eijirou x Reader)

Funny little idea I had. Reader finds out she is prego and wants to surprise her hubby with the news :)

A/N: Nothing really. Charters are aged up. Female pronouns used. 

Hope you enjoy it and sorry for typos, grammar and spelling errors! :)

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You were practically floating through your local market store's aisles, humming has you picked up items on your list.

Today was a beautiful day. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, and nothing could ruin your mood.

Not even the grumpy old lady blocking our path, complaining to a stock boy about ketchup prices could bring you down!

Any why might you ask? 

Because today you got the best news in the world.

A few days ago, you went to your local clinic. You'd been feeling rather tired here lately and even a bit nauseous. You honestly thought nothing of it and just figured you had a stomach bug that'd been going around.

Image your surprise when the nurse on the other end of the phone informed you that you were not sick, just pregnant. 

It took a few seconds for the information to process, but the moment it does. Oh boy! You screamed and cried in pure joy to the poor, probably now partially deaf nurse on the other end.

After many thank yous and a few apologies, you practically hung up on the women wanting to call your husband imminently. 

You tried him on his cell and on his desk, but he must have been out on patrol. Meaning you wouldn't hear from him until much much later in the day

Damn. 

That burst your bubble, but that just gave a chance to be... well, creative in your news delivery method. You'd spent the last few hours researching and watching videos in the theme of 'Surprising the father baby announcements.'

And boy, oh boy, did you get some ideas! Too many ideas! But you settled on one method in particular. 

You smiled as you made your way over to the produce section.

Ah-ha! There's an item on your shopping list.

You reached out and grabbed two bags of baby carrots before tossing them into your cart. 

It would be a night your husband would never forget!

Later that night...

Let me start off by saying this. You love your husband. Very very much.

Your husband, Kirishima Eijirou, is the most wonderful man on the planet. He is an amazing and loving husband. He is also an amazing hero. Ranked one of the best in Japan and one of the friendliest.  The man is a literal saint who against all odds befriended Bakugou for goodness sake! You love him more than life itself.

Your husband is a lot of things but currently, you can only think of one way to describe your husband. In the words of the blonde explosive best friend, 'he has rocks for brains'.

Bless your husband's heart some days, he can be denser than his skin in his unbreakable form.

You expected him to overlook some of the food you made, BUT NOT EVERY FUCKING THING!

You made a spread of baby-related foods that could give a buffet restaurant a run for their money. You had it all, baby carrots, baby spinach, baby artichokes, baby corn, baby back ribs, fingerling potatoes, a cornish hen, deviled eggs, popcorn shrimp, you had it all! Hell, you even dropped a 'bun in the oven reference'. Twice! 

But did he see the pattern? 

Nope!

His only response was to stare/drool at the food and said, 'wow hun, if I'd known you be making this much food, I'd have invited Amajiki and Togata over'. Later on, he commented on how Fatgum would be jealous of the amazing food he's going to have for lunch tomorrow'.

While you appreciate the comments on your cooking. You could have strangled at that moment. 

Dense. Very dense.

You chanted in your head while he pigged out, 'I love the father of my child, and I will not beat him over the head with chicken' over and over for most of dinner.

As the night continued, you realized after watching both 'Boss Baby' and 'Storks' that you would have to take drastic measures to get it through his thick skull. 

Tomorrow, you'd bring out the big guns!

Maybe you should get Mina involved…

The next day…

"Hey, Red! Wow, what's with all the food?" Fatgum shouted as he watched the redhead placed another container on the table.

"(Y/N) went overboard last night and made a feast! We had a lot of leftovers, so I brought some of them in. Want some?"

"You bet I do! I love her cooking! You really lucked out!"

"Yeah, I did! I have no idea why she made so much food, but I'm ain't complaining!" He flagged over Amajiki, who just walked into the breakroom. "Hey, Amajiki! Join us!"

"T-thanks…." He shuffled over and eyed the spread of food on the table. "Um… Kirishima… was yesterday a special day or something for the two of you?"

"No, I don't th-WAIT" Kirishima had a moment of panic before checking his phone. "Nope. Our anniversary isn't for another few months, and her birthday was last month." He sighed in relief. "Man, Jiki, you can't do that to me. You bout gave me a heart attack." He took a bite of food. "Why'd ya ask anyways?"

"Well… it's just… this is a lot of food... And very...v-very… specific food that doesn't seem to go together, in a traditional sense…" The quiet man commented.

"What do ya mean?" 

Fatgum took a second look at the food before his eyes went wide. "I-I think I see where you're going with this Sun.." He put down his bowl while his redhead appearance just looked cluelessly between the two. "So Red, what happened last night?"

"Nothing really. I came home, and she made this awesome food, we ate, watched a few movies and then went to bed." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Did she say anything about her day, or did she seem like she wanted to talk to you about something?"

"No. I mean, she said she had an awesome day but didn't really say what was so awesome about it. She looked great! Like… I don't know, she just… had this.. glow? Yeah, that's the word. She just seemed to be glowing! I mean, I'm not saying she wasn't attractive before! She's drop-dead gorgeous, but I don't know, here recently she's just been…. Wow…" Kirishima's features softened as he thought of his wife while Fat and Amajiki looked at each other. The older man's eyes lit up while the younger dark hair man gave a half-smile. 

"H-has she been feeling ok?" Amajiki pressed.

"Yea-" He paused for a moment. "Well, she did say she wasn't feeling too good the other day and that she went to the doctor... She didn't say what they said, though.." He crossed his arms while he thought back. "Now that I think about it, she really didn't eat much last night, and I could have sworn I heard her throwing up this morning... But she  just brushed it off when I asked about it…"

"Did she say what she thought was w-wrong?"

"No, she didn't. I even asked her if she wanted me to stay home with her today, but she said she'd be fine. She did promise me she'd take it easy." He almost jumped up. "You guys don't think she's getting sick, do you? I know there's been a stomach bug going around…"

"Oh, it sounds like she got bitten by a bug, alright!" Fat couldn't keep it in any longer as he gave the redhead a wide smile.

"Seriously? What do we do? Wouldn't the doctors have found out if she did? Do you think it was poisonous?!?!" Kirishima jumped up like he was ready to take off back home to tend to his 'sick' wife.

"Easy Red." Fat roared with laughter. "She'll be fine, but she's going to be feeling the effects of this for the next…. I'd say nine-ish months…."

"Huh?" 

"Kirishima, I think you r-really need to go home and talk to your wife…" Amajiki interjected while Fat wiped the tears from his eyes, trying to control his laughter. Which he was failing at btw. 

"Come on, guys! I'm freaking out here! Is (Y/N) ok?" The hero pleased with them trying to get a straight answer.

"Eijirou?" Every head in the room twisted in your direction as you stood in the doorway. 

"(Y/N)! You're here! Are you ok? You haven't seen any weird spiders or anything around, right?" Kirishima rushed over to you as you made your way into the breakroom. You'd heard Fatgum laughing from down the hall and figured your husband was too far away. 

"Spiders? Wait, what?"

"Fatgum thinks you might have been bitten by a bug! How are you feeling? Do you need a doctor?"

"Honey. Sweetie. I'm fine, I've already talked to the doctor." You chuckled as you tried to soothe your frazzled husband. 

"You have? That's great! What did they say?"

"Well…" You trailed off. This wasn't going as planned. Your plan was to visit him in his office and surprise him with the little gift bag in your hand; from there, you hopped, he'd get the picture. The top item was a cute little 'I'm a riot' Red Riot baby onesie you in the merch store down the street. The next was a mini-set of red baby crocs. If he didn't get it at that point across, your last resort was the medical report from the doctor's office, showing that you were, in fact, pregnant. You made sure to highlight it, just to be safe. 

"I'm afraid you're just going to have to be blunt about it (Y/N). He's really not getting it. Congratulations btw the way!" Fatgum was chuckling slightly still as he scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

"S-sorry if we mess anything up…" Amajiki mumbled apologetically.

"Thanks! And don't worry about Amajiki, it's fine! This works out better anyway!" You smiled over at the two before turning your attention back to the love of your life. 

"Congratulations? Wait, what don't I get? Babe, please tell me what's going on". The worry in his eyes nearly broke your heart. 

"Honey" You grabbed his face with both hands and made him look you right in the eyes. "I'm pregnant."

His body stilled, and his eyes were wide. He just stood there staring at you for the longest time; you swear you could almost see the little hamster in his head go flying off its wheel and pinball around his skull.

"Eiji? Did you hear me?" No response. He didn't even seem to be breathing. "I think I might have broken him." You glanced over to the older man in yellow before returning to those crimson orbs.

You were honestly starting to get worried at this point. Was he just shocked? Was he happy... or... did he not want it? Finally, though, he seems to come back to his senses. 

Blink. Blink Blink. Deep breath in. Blink. Blink. Deep breath out.

"Y-Your…..preg...p-pregnant….."

"Yes. I'm pregnant." You choked a little up as it finally seemed to sink into that thick lovable skull of his. However, his expression didn't waver, and you still couldn't tell whether he was happy or not. 

"I'm… going to be a dad?" You could feel him start to tremble beneath your hands.

On no.. he doesn't... 

Your eyes started to water, but you try to keep your smile in place. "Y-yes. You are..".

"I'm going to be a… dad?" It was taking everything you had not to break down then and there

But then.. it happened. 

You watched as his face lit up with the biggest grin you had ever seen. His eyes glistened with tears until they streamed down his cheeks. "I'M GOING TO BE A DAD!!!!" Your pretty everyone on the whole floor heard his declaration, and before you knew it, you were being dragged into a tight hug and swung around the room. 

For the next hour, the two of you laughed, cried, and went around the ENTIRE building so your husband could tell everyone the news.  Afterward, you showed him your little gifts, and that caused another trip around the building so he could show off the baby items and, much to your embarrassment, the test results. 

Fatgum quickly realized that nothing else on the planet would get the red headed hero to focus on work right now, so he let him have the day off to celebrate.

After a round of visiting and phone calls to friends and family, the two of you were finally home. The moment the two of you were in your home, he pulled you to your bedroom for the most intense cuddle section you had ever had. 

"I'm... going to be a dad…" He whispered while gently rubbing your belly where.

"Yes. Yes, you are." You couldn't help but grin and give him a slow sweet kiss, which he gladly returned. 

"God, I love you so much…"

"I love you too. "

"Promise me one thing…"  Suddenly his gaze narrowed as he looked you in the eyes with a serious expression. 

"Anything…" You shifted, a little nervous in his abrupt mood change.

"If... If.." He swallowed hard. 

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Now you were worried. 

"If I'm ever that stupidly dense again, please, PLEASE, knock some sense into me!" You burst into a fit of laughter while he just pokes his lip out in a pout. "I'm serious! Get someone, anyone to knock me into next week! Tetsu, Bakugou, Hell call Midoriya! After everything I missed, I deserve a Detroit smash upside the head!"

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Moments of Impact

Yuta x reader // SMUT, ANGST, fluff?, college student! Yuta, camboy! Yuta, virgin reader Summary: You got in an accident and Yuta waits for you to wake up. While waiting for you, he can’t stop thinking about the good times you’ve had together.  Word Count: 6k Warnings: Sad ending, swearing, explicit mature themes, mentions of motorcycle accident, mentions of other idols, virginity loss Note: I have a few notes, hihi.  - Everything italic and indented are flash backs. There are date stamps you won’t get lost. -This story is inspired by my favorite movie The Vow, if you haven’t watched it yet I’d definitely recommend it. It’s a beautiful film, inspired by true events.  -Another inspiration for this story is Forgotten written by @upinthestarsx3​ I will never forget that beautiful fic, so please go check it out!  -Again, I apologise in advance if there misplaced words, etc. 

Pulling up the blanket to keep himself warm, trying to fit his long legs on the small couch, forcing himself to get some sleep amidst the noice of busy nurses and doctors talking to people, Yuta tries so hard to get some rest. After doing two jobs everyday, Yuta always stays in the hospital lounge so somehow you can feel his presence. At least that’s what he thinks.

You’ve been in a coma for 3 weeks already but for Yuta it felt like its been years. He constantly blames himself for where you are now, blaming himself for not taking care of you enough. As much as he wanted to tell you “I told you so” he would rather want you to wake up and hold you.

He felt someone tap his shoulder while he’s staring at the blank ceiling. It’s your brother Mark, offering him some cheap tea from the hospital’s cafeteria. Mark is the only person in your family that he can talk to, maybe it’s because Mark was like a brother to Yuta. From the moment you introduced Yuta to your family, they quickly disagreed to your relationship. They thought Yuta corrupted you and that he’s using you for your money. After the accident, they were so mad at Yuta telling him he cant see you anymore. Of course Mark defended Yuta but he couldn’t change the decision of his parents. Now the rest of your family is mad at him, not letting him see you even after the surgery.

“Any good news?” Yuta asks Mark.

Mark shook his head, “at least she’s still pretty while she’s sleeping” Mark gets his phone and shows Yuta a picture of you sleeping soundly in the hospital bed. It hurt him.

In years of being with you, Yuta loved seeing you sleeping beside him or when you passed out on the couch after watching a movie. But this time, he never thought he would hate that you’re sleeping now. He closed his eyes letting his tears fall, remembering good memories of you sleeping.

3 YEARS OF BEING TOGETHER

It was a cold morning and you are snuggled beside Yuta, enjoying his warmth and his soft skin on you. Sleeping naked after having sex was not the best idea but you love how the both of you shivers under the thick duvet. Yuta pull up the covers over your head making the bed warmer, hugging you closer and kissing your exposed shoulders.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” you teased him, hovering your leg on his side caressing his soft butt cheek.

Not saying a word, Yuta’s other hand intertwined with your free hand, while his other hand roams around your body, softly and slowly. You can feel his touch on your leg, drawing small circles with the tip of his fingers. Teasing and slowly going up to your waist and back, whispering praises how soft your skin is while his eyes are closed. You didn’t miss how he’s touching your breast carefully not to hurt you or make you sensitive.

“Sleep. I’ll see you in the morning beautiful” he whispers softly behind your ear.

After the accident, Yuta’s life turned upside down. The life he had with you was a life full of happiness even though you both have personal struggles. Unlike you, Yuta is not rich. He came from a good family in Japan, but not rich enough to provide money for both  school and other expenses. You offered him a deal one day, where he can’t actually refuse. You told him you can provide food for the both of you and the rent money, so he can focus on saving up for his college tuition. He agrees, taking your offer and he pays you back by loving you deeper everyday.

You didn’t made that deal just for the sake of being domestic, but you made that deal because you hated the idea of different girls having sex with your man. Yuta was a camboy before you came into his life, a rather popular one. Knowing that he’s having sex with different girls around the campus or with a specific someone and then coming home to you smelling like a stranger, hurts. It’s not that you’re against with the industry he’s on, but what if one day you can’t provide what Yuta wants in bed and he became sexually frustrated because of you? You always fight whenever Yuta goes live and have sex in front of many people. He always says “baby the sex I have with those girls were for money. It’s my work. No love.” Usually the fight went on for days and Yuta is the one who always accepts defeat.

Now that you’re not present at the moment, he didn’t have much choice but to go back on being a camboy. Reminiscing all the fights you’ve have regarding this issue, Yuta thought he would rather fight with you everyday just so he can hear your voice again. Being a camboy can provide all of his needs. Food for everyday, pay for the rent, money for his college fees and your hospital bills.

“Dude, my family is packed. Crazy rich. Really you don’t need to chip in money for the hospital bills.” Mark nagged Yuta when he found out Yuta was the one who payed for some of your hospital expenses.

“But I want to” is all Yuta can say as defense to Mark. “Anyway Mark, thanks for the talk. I have to go to work now.”

“Work as in…” Mark questions Yuta, giving him a look. Yuta nods, knowing all too well that Mark knew that he came back to the sex industry.

“Ugh! Dude! She’s gonna be pissed when she wakes up” Yuta waves goodbye at Mark leaving him at the hospital lounge.

On his way to the hotel where he’s going to “work” he saw these cheap chocolates you always loved and decided to buy one, with the hope that maybe you would wake up today so he could hand you the chocolate. Yuta was never a fan of chocolates, but this chocolate is delicious and this is the only chocolate he could eat. But the thing he loves the most about this chocolate is its the reason how you two met.

THE NIGHT YOU MET

It was Jaehyun’s house party and Yuta was bored to death so he decide to creep in Jaehyun’s kitchen and eat anything he could find. He was hoping to see something instant that he could cook easily without catching too much attention in the kitchen. After looking for some time, he gave up and decided to look for snacks instead. He found this chocolate wrapped in gold on the table near the beers. So annoyed that Jaehyun’s house does not have anything instant, he’s not very happy that he found a chocolate and not something that will give him a good burp. To his surprise, it was fucking delicious.

“Who fucking ate my chocolate?” you screamed trying to be heard under the loud party music. “I left it here. I was just getting a cup, then it was gone” you were practically screaming in front of your brother Mark.

Yuta felt guilty because he basically stole your chocolate. He made his way out of the party and went to the nearest store and tried to look for the exact same chocolate. Not knowing how to approach you, Yuta was nervous not to mention he got intimidated by your beautiful looks. Waiting for the perfect timing, he follows you around the party waiting for you to be alone so he could talk to you. But instead, he admires how you look good in that dress, how your hair follows your every move, your smile can light up the party, your laugh is like music to his ears. He didn’t notice he’s growing a little crush on you.

After three bottle of beers, the chocolate stays in his pocket while he chats with his friends. You notice that he’s following you around, stealing a glance from time to time, you decided to follow him when he went to the bathroom.

You waited for him to come out, and by the time he does you were somehow amazed by how beautiful he is. Fair skin, pointy nose, his hair looks softer than yours.

“I swear I didn’t mean to eat it” Yuta blurted out.

“Eat what? Sorry. I was just going to ask you why are you following me?”

He gave you a beautiful smile, one that you will never forget. He handed you the chocolate, his cheeks are turning red and his eyes somehow got smaller. You wanted to shout at him, show him your rage but his smile somehow calmed you down. “You ate it?”

“Yeah. But I went out to buy you a new one. I’m sorry. If this isn’t enough I could-“

“Ask me out” you didn’t know where that bravery come from but it felt good. You can feel your heart beating so fast, your chest could explode any minute.

And he did. For Yuta, it was the best decision he made in his fucked up life. For you, Yuta was the cherry on top of your colorful life already. Both of your worlds were completely different but you didn’t have second thoughts on giving up the world you used to know for him. Same goes for him, he made you the sun and moon of his life. You’ve been together for four beautiful years, ready to graduate from college in a couple of days and finally go to Japan to meet Yuta’s parents, stay there for a couple of months and get married with or without permission from your parents. That was the plan. Leave everything behind and live in Japan for good.  

But the accident happened.

“Hey” Charlotte snaps her fingers in front of Yuta, bringing him back to reality.

He sees Charlotte already half naked wearing only her lingerie. “Sorry. I haven’t have enough sleep” Yuta proceeds to take off his shirt.

Assembling the camera to go live in a few minutes, he tries to gather himself and focus on his work. He has been having sex with a heavy heart so his performance was a little down lately, but today he plans on putting up a show to raise more money.

Yuta was an animal in bed, but he is always gentle to you whenever you have sex. Not very vanilla, he still chokes you and spanks you from time to time whenever he’s in the mood to have rough sex. But he doesn’t degrade you and call you a slut which you think is hot. Even though you hate his last job, you still think he’s good at what he does because he’s always great in bed. That’s why you never want to share him with anyone.

Graduation came in, Yuta’s parents finally came and they were excited to meet you. Yuta didn’t have the choice but to be honest with his parents and that he’s not going back to Japan with them as planned. It broke their heart but they understood that Yuta is struggling too.

After graduation, Mark somehow convinced his parents to let Yuta visit you, it was a tough battle but Mark made it possible. He was so happy that he can finally hold your hand again and be beside you while he waits for you to wake up. You didn’t know but you graduated with honors and Yuta was the one who came up on stage to get your awards.

“Baby, at least I get to experience receiving an award even though its not mine” he laugh while his tears fall continuously. He was admiring all your hard work over the years reminiscing some moments, reminding you all the sleepless nights you’ve had, every project you needed to redo, Yuta witnessed it all. He was so proud of you but he couldn’t show it enough because of your current state. “Graduation was sadder than I thought, Imagine I wouldn’t have to see Jaehyun and Johnny’s face everyday. I never thought I’d miss those fuckers” Yuta was tucking you in bed, making sure your comfortable before leaning closer to you, lips almost touched. “Congratulations to us baby, we made it” and he kissed you sweetly, careful but full of love.  

Yuta continued to visit you in the hospital and he tries being with you as much as he can. Talking to you about almost everything even though you still show no response, for him it’s better than staying silent. He finally talked about how he got back to being a camboy again because life was hard for him when you got into the accident, but he’s finally looking a job as a college graduate and talks about it proudly.

He was so used on taking care of you, the nurses were surprised that Yuta was the one cleaning you with a warm damped towel and changing your clothes whenever he can. Of course the nurses thought Yuta was cute.

As time goes by, your parents saw the sincerity of Yuta towards you. All Yuta did was love you like he normally does even though you’re still in deep sleep. With that, Yuta didn’t expect your parents to be moved by his gestures and how he takes care of you. It was a bold move for your parents to talk to Yuta in front of you sleeping, hoping that you could hear every word they said to Yuta. “Baby, did you hear that? All is well now. We can finally get married without hurting your parents” he left a kiss on your left hand. Still no response.

One fine day of looking after you in the hospital, Yuta decided to take a peak at your journal out of curiosity. “Baby, I’m sorry I’m reading your journal now. Its just I’m so bored and I miss you so much” as he flips through the pages his eye caught this special day or rather fun night with you that he will never forget. It was the night when you two had sex for the first time, and the night Yuta took your virginity. He reads it with enthusiasm letting out soft and loud laughs whenever he reads something funny that you wrote. “I was tired, but I want Yuta to feel good” he read it out loud, the exact words written in your diary. “Baby, I wish I could turn back time just to tell you, you didn’t have to” he said while petting your head and goes back to reading.  

2 MONTHS OF BEING TOGETHER

“What do you mean you’re a virgin?” Yuta teases you pretending that he doesn’t know that you’re still a virgin.

“Stop teasing or I’ll bite your dick off”

Yuta was still laughing because you were cute, “okay okay. easy” he pulled you close. “Mark told me actually” you shrugged by the thought of your own brother betraying you.

“You’re going to be the first and last dick I’ll be having. It sucks not being your first tho.”

“Someday, you’ll be my last” Yuta intertwined your hands on his and kissed you deeply like you always want to. But the first word that he said, still lingers in your mind. Someday. Maybe he really needed to work that’s why he can’t leave his job yet.

You pull away from his kiss, biting your lower lip while stroking his. You’ve been meaning to say that you wanted to have sex with him and you decided it has to be tonight. “I know you’ve been wanting to have sex with me” you breathed deeply, “and now I’m ready” Yuta cant believe what he just heard but it would be a lie if he said he wasn’t dreaming for this moment to happen. “You sure about this? It’s not that I don’t want to- Fuck I’ve been waiting for this to happen. But we’ve only been together for 2 months. I don’t want to rush you or anything”

Everything you heard from him is plain sweet. You can’t stop blushing and you couldn’t hide it either. He noticed that you’re being shy for a moment but he loves teasing and tickling you until you’re out of breath. While he was tickling you and kissing your neck at the same time, he absentmindedly touched your clothed pussy. You felt it through your thin shorts and you let out a gasp because of what he did. You two never went further than first base because you’re still this innocent girl in Yuta’s eyes and he respects that. “Sorry- uh, fuck I didn’t mean to touch it without your consent. It’s just, maybe because of my work baby. My hands are used to do it automatically-“ Yuta was rambling already but you were just looking at him with loving eyes. “Do it again?” you asked him spreading your legs a little. Hesitantly, he came closer to you slowly, caressing your exposed legs, asking for consent to put his hand inside your shorts. You nod.

It was a feeling like no other, you thought. One touch of Yuta’s finger on your wet slit made your eyes closed and pulling closer to him. Grinding your hips with his finger inside you, Yuta thought you weren’t innocent as he thought you could be.

He hovers on top of you making you aroused and needy enough to get wet. Kissing you softly and biting you from time to time. You keep your hands lock on his long hair, giving it soft pulls that made him moan. Whispering soft i love yous whenever you have enough air in your lungs.

Slowly peeling his clothes and your clothes off, you felt kind of shy when he got you on your bra and laced panties. He continues to kiss you softly and deeply, cupping your cheeks and drawing circles along your back.

“Just promise me, you’ll make me stop if something hurts. okay?”

“I promise”

Yuta unclasp your bra and slowly teased your left boob using his point finger. Careful not to touch your nipples yet, it makes you frustrated and needy enough. Kissing the valley between your breast, down to your abdomen, he removes your panties slowly his eyes not leaving yours. Blowing his hot breath on your soaked pussy, Yuta takes his time kissing your inner thighs and blowing on your entrance again and again, enjoying how you react on his teasing.

Parting your folds with his left hand and drawing circles using his right hand, you feel your pussy get soaked even more because of what Yuta is doing. You thought you could cum here and then but the moment he finally puts his tongue on your pussy, it felt so good you wanted to savour the feeling. When he finally see that you’re relaxing, he inserts his middle finger while licking slowly against you pussy. Adding another finger he makes sure you’re wet enough for his cock.

“Baby do you have anything in mind? Anything you want?” Yuta asks hovering you again while still playing with your soaked pussy. You shook your head “Okay. Just follow my lead, I’ll be gentle as possible” all you can do is nod.

He gets the condom beside the table and rolls it on his hard cock. By the time he’s in between your legs again, he’s slowly putting the tip inside your pussy. Pushing slowly and pulling out, again and again until he’s balls deep. You told Yuta that it hurt but you didn’t want him to stop. He became gentler than ever before being comfortable enough to move inside. He kisses you and whispers countless i love yous beside your ear while waiting for your signal to allow him to move. Your giggle making you gasps, you can feel your pussy stretched like never before “still okay?” he checks on you before he moves.

You accidentally clenched your pussy and it made him moan, you thought he was crying out loud. But he smiled and told you not to do that because that can make him cum fast. It feels good laughing while in the middle of having sex Yuta thought. He never felt this way before while having sex and he’s happy he get to experience this kind of feeling through you.

He kisses your boobs while moving his hips slowly. Making you moan and scratch his back because of the amazing feeling. Hands all over your body, Yuta can’t get enough of the feeling you’re giving right now. “Baby, you make me feel like a virgin again” Yuta whispered in between gasps while his working on slow deep thrust.

Surprised when he pulls out, he gently changed your position and making you bend on all fours. You were familiar with this position, feeling kind of excited by what Yuta is about to do next. He spreads you legs wider from behind, caressing your ass cheeks before giving it bites that made you whimper and wet even more.

“Not-so-fun-fact, but this is my favorite position” he whispers beside your ear and fucks you from behind. It was different than earlier you thought, this positions makes your mouth open and it makes you let out soft moans. “feels good?” Yuta managed to ask, you moan in response. This position hits different spots inside your pussy that makes you gasps and breath for more air. You finally understood why this is his favorite sex position.

After fucking you slow and deep for a good twenty minutes, now Yuta is pounding you in some sort of animalistic way, hearing him moan behind you. He grabbed both of your shoulder making you arch against his chest. You were startled by his sudden move but lust is taking over you now. He placed wet kisses on your cheeks hearing him moan when you try moving your hips on your own. “You’re the only girl that can make me moan baby, did you know that?”

Driven by lust and his love for you, he asked permission before he does something he’s sure you will love. “Baby, just say yes. You wont regret it” he said gasping for air while you still fuck back. “just don’t hurt me baby. okay, I’m ready” you answered trying to catch your breath, feeling your hips give up.

He encircled his right arm on your waist and his left hand on your throat, choking you. To be honest, you never thought choking would feel so good while he fucks you hard. Hearing only slaps of skin around the room, your eyes rolls back when you felt a knot on your abdomen. His hand on your throat does something to you that you can’t understand, but it feels good. He felt your pussy clenched again around his dick and you finally cum. Hard. But to Yuta’s surprise you were still moving your hips against him trying to overstimulate yourself. He was surprised by your sudden action, it made him catch his sweet release and he cums inside you for the first time.

“Baby stop, I have to remove the condom now” Yuta needed to convince you in order for you to stop moving your hips. Still against his chest and his arms encircled on your waist, you felt your high go down as Yuta place soft kisses on your shoulders whispering telling you to stop. After removing the condom and cleaning you up, he didn’t expect himself to enjoy pillow talks and cuddles after sex. Maybe because its you he’s sleeping with tonight.

“You were kind of wild for a vigin. Does it hurt?” He asked looking a bit concerned while snuggling you.

You scoffed, “how can you expect me not to act wild when you fuck me so good Nakamoto Yuta?” you kiss him to lessen his guilt.

“That was the best sex ever. Im afraid I will always ask you to have sex with me from now on” he’s kissing your neck now and checking your folds if you’re still wet.

“Can I ride you?” with wide eyes Yuta stopped what he’s doing completely in shock seeing this side of you.

Yuta accepts your offer and you rode him four times that night using him to go off again and again and again. He was already tired but the view of you bouncing on his cock was so addicting and the feeling of you doing all the work because its your request makes him happy that you’re comfortable with him.

“I didn’t know you are this wild and needy. I was going easy on you earlier.” he said catching his breath after his third release for the night.

“Its fine, baby. You did great earlier.” you said catching your breath too. You were rocking your hips again, teasing his cock and making him hard again. “oh - ah!- baby you’re going to be the death of me” Yuta complains but he’s gripping your boobs already, making you moan and so turned on. You move your hips again making Yuta crumble beneath you, it makes you proud being the only girl in his life that can ruin him like this. When he close his eyes and just let you do the work, when you’re the one making him beg for more, when he furrow his brows trying to stop himself from cumming, you thought about how these are only for your eyes. And you love him for that.

When you finally stopped and flopped on his chest, Yuta seized this moment to throw the condoms as far away as he can so you wouldn’t have to ask for another round. “Baby aren’t you tired? You do know that we can still have sex after this night right? There’s no need to rush” that made you laugh. You kissed him deeply and thanked him for a beautiful night. “I will never forget this Yuta”

After that night, you and Yuta have sex comfortably whenever you want. Pretty sure you had sex on every corner of his apartment. Sometimes if you’re both lucky Mark walks on the two of you having sex on the couch and all you do is laugh. Poor Mark. Whenever you’re needy, the two of you have a little quickie in Yuta’s apartment before going back to class.

And by the time Yuta finally quit his job, he never used condoms anymore whenever you have sex. It was also the time he decided you’re the one he’s going to spend the rest of his life with. On your fourth year of being together, he talks about marriage comfortably with you. The both of you started to plan out your future together, he said he wanted three kids but he doubts that you two will stop making babies.

2 MONTHS LATER

Yuta was waiting for the nurse to finish changing your IV fluids before talking to you alone like he does everyday. “Baby it’s Jaehyun’s birthday today. I’m going to his house tonight with the guys and you know have fun like teenagers.” Yuta jokes while combing your hair.

“Its Valentines day too so, I got you a present.” He opens a red velvet box beside him and put the ring on you. He was supposed to propose to you on Valentines day to make it extra special but unfortunate events happened.

“Will you marry me?” it broke his heart hearing you not say a word. But he knew you will say yes.

“Please wake up, so you could say ‘yes’ already, okay? I’ll be back tonight, I love you.” he kissed you on the lips leaving some tears on your cheeks and heads out.

Yuta was hesitating to set foot on Jaehyun’s house because this was the last place you went to before the accident happened. He tried not to think about what happened but he can’t help it. When Jaehyun finds Yuta on his doorstep, he was quick to hand Yuta a bottle of beer and told him to enjoy the party just like old times.

It was nice having fun after being so stressed and sad with life lately Yuta thought, he felt alive again tonight. Playing beer pongs, drinking beers with the guys, dancing under loud music. He missed being this alive.

He felt his phone vibrating, he got nervous and quickly looked for a quiet place to answer Mark’s call.

“Hello. I’m at Jaehyun’s its too loud everywhere. What’s up?”

“Hyung… She’s awake”

Yuta left the party immediately and rushed back to the hospital. Your room was crowded with nurses and doctors, and your whole family is present. When Yuta stepped inside the room he cant believe you’re sitting and talking in front of his eyes. But why does it feel like you’re not excited to see him? He felt scared when Mark brought him outside the room and told him he has something to say.

“Hyung… She remembers the accident” Mark breathes in deeply, “But she doesn’t remembers you”

In that moment he felt his legs give up on him as if it forgot how to carry him upon hearing the news. He felt a little dizzy but not because of the alcohol he had from the party. It’s too much he thought. He left Mark and decided he would like to be alone for a minute. Thinking of a way how he can handle his feelings when you finally saw him and you don’t recognise him.

After three cups of coffee at the hospital’s cafeteria, Mark talked to him again. Trying to be careful with his words, he tried to explain what you remember and what’s left with your memories about Yuta. Just like Yuta, Mark was heart broken.

“We asked her whats her last memory” Mark started, destroying the tissue in front him piece by piece. “She told us about the accident, but not in detail. And that her last memory before the accident is… our trip to Paris” Mark looks at Yuta finally, “And hyung… We went to Paris three days before you guys met” Yuta was feeling sick again, he wanted to cry in front of Mark.

“But” Mark added “she remembers tiny scenarios flashing in her mind, she told the doctor something about tattoos? Do you know something about it?”

For the first time at that moment, Yuta smiled. She remembers, but not entirely, but still.

“That memory was two years ago. She was forcing me to have matching tattoos with her but I didn’t want to because of my work. And she put up a fight, throwing everything she sees at me. She didn’t know that the work that I was talking about was my internship” Mark let out a small laugh hearing the story, how stupid of you for getting mad over matching tattoos.

It was quiet for some time, maybe the both of them are still digesting what’s happening right now. Nonetheless they were both thankful that you’re finally awake. Mark brought Yuta back to your room, and left him to face you alone. Not sure what will happen when you finally see him. It will hurt Yuta, but he wanted to see you already.

The room was cold and Yuta caught you shivering when he entered the room. He gave you his blanket that he kept in the room whenever he stays over and take care of you. “Hey” he greets you softly, “This is mine, you can have it” you took the blanket with a small smile. A smile that Yuta craves to see, and it made him fell in love with you again.  

You don’t recognise his face but you recognised his voice. You sat while you watch him play with his own fingers. The air in the room became colder. You heard him clear his throat and you looked at him again.

“Do you want to say something?” you asked trying to get him comfortable.

“Do you know me?” Yuta asked even though he already knew the answer.

“No.. but your voice is something I hear when I was sleeping. Are you a nurse or something?” Yuta was glad that you can actually hear all that he said to you when you were sleeping. He chuckled and points at the small table beside the hospital bed. Just near the fresh flowers you can see your college diploma, your journal, several pictures of your family and friends, and pictures with the guy sitting across the room.

“I’m Yuta” he introduced himself to you for the second time in his life and that left a sting on his heart. Trying to hold back his tears, he saw you play with the engagement ring that he gave you earlier today.

“I’m sorry If I don’t remember you Yuta. But I will work hard to-“ he came closer to you with a slight panic, asking permission if he could hold your hand. You let him.

“You don’t have to do that. Yes its hard for me but I know its harder for you” he puts his forehead on yours, arms encircling around you and gentle swaying you. Everything this guy do is too much for you, you wanted to push him because he’s basically a stranger in your eyes. But you knew all too well that he’s not a stranger to your heart.

On the next day, your parents talked to Yuta about how you should live your life when you get discharged from the hospital. They were kind enough to consider Yuta to take care of you and for that he was thankful. Knowing all too well that living with him will be hard for you, but he promised himself that he will be strong for the both of you.

“but” your father started and Yuta got nervous all of a sudden.

“We asked her if she wants to live with you and go on with her normal life with you. We also explained to her that that’s the best option… but she didn’t want to. And that’s her final decision” Yuta was once again feeling weak and unable to move after hearing your father’s explanation.

“Yuta, we want her to be well. Everyone does. That’s why we should talk to her even more, and convince her to live with you” your mother added, being hopeful that Yuta would convince you to live with him.

In your four years of being together, Yuta never forced you to do something you don’t want. Even when it comes to the smallest things like if you don’t want his shoes inside your shared bedroom, he complies. Yuta knew you so well that he trusts every decision you make. That’s why he explains to your parents that he can’t force you to live with him. “We all love her. I think, we should respect her decision” those are Yuta’s final words to your parents. They didn’t have any choice but to agree with Yuta. But your parents think Yuta deserves to be with you too. They told him to come see you tonight before they leave first thing in the morning and that he’s welcome to visit you anytime if he wants to.

For the last time, Yuta visits your room while you were sleeping. Sitting on your hospital bed carefully not to wake you. He strokes your soft hair, memorising your features more.

“I will never forgive myself. I should’ve taken care of you, baby it’s my job. I should have pinned you down instead of just telling you not to ride that motorcycle with Lucas” he cries again, pouring everything out. “I’m sorry if none of our dreams will come true. But I know you will live happily even without me baby. Just promise me you’ll never be sad or cry over something or someone. I could’ve been the one making you happy forever but, we can’t force anything to happen now.”

He slowly caress your arm, down to your hand. Kissing it several times, your hands became wet because of his tears. With a heavy heart, Yuta slowly takes off your engagement ring.

“I will never forget you. Thank you for making half of my life as beautiful as your face” he forced to let out a giggle, and quietly leaves the room with a broken heart. ................................................. Masterlist Hey there! If you’re at this point I would like to thank you for reading this. If you have any comments or questions, in between scenarios I’m more than happy to answer them :) Talk to me! I want to make new friends. 

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[the-mighty-jellybean]

Black & Blue

Bruise: an injury appearing as an area of discoloured skin on the body, caused by a blow or impact rupturing underlying blood vessels...

Series Summary:

‘They littered her arms like splashes of watercolor paints, Steve couldn't stop staring, she pulled at the sleeves of her cardigan when she caught him. “I fell.” she muttered, pulling the fabric tight over her fragile body. All Steve wanted to do was pick her up, and put her in a box, like you would a broken bird. He wanted to fix this little bird, but he didn't know how.’

Pairing: Doctor!Steve x Reader, Brock x Reader

Series Warning: This story is going to be quite dark and heavy, and will contain heavy themes of domestic abuse. There will be: Violence and possible Noncon, if you are uncomfortable with any of these themes, please don't read, this book won't be for you.

Part One//  Part Two//   Part Three//  Part Four//  Part Five//  Part Six//  Part Seven//  Part Eight//  Part Nine//  Part Ten//  Part Eleven//   Part Twelve//   Part Thirteen//  Part Fourteen//  Part Fifteen//  Part Sixteen//  Part Seventeen//  Part Eighteen//  Part Nineteen//

Part Twenty: New Life 

Chapter Warnings: Strong Language 

Word Count: 3.8k 

Y/N fell asleep ten minutes into some random cartoon movie, that Steve had picked. The feeling of his fingers ghosting over her back, and gently combing through her hair, had her past out in minutes.

The sound of the front door being opened, had Steve carefully slipping out from underneath Y/N, placing a few pillows around her, so he wouldn’t suspect that he had gone.

When he walked out of his room, he was met with a friendly, yet tiredly looking face.

“Hey, bud.” Steve immediately embraced Bucky, pulling him in tight for the biggest and manliest bro-hug he could manage.

“Hey.” Steve breaths, squeezing Bucky once more, before releasing him and allowing the pair of them to part.

“How’s Y/N been? The baby?” Bucky asks as he followed Steve into the kitchen, welcoming the beer that he hands him.

“She seems to be doing okay, she’s not said much about the trial, I think she’s just trying to supress it all. As for the baby, it’s started kicking.” The smile of Steve’s face made Bucky smile, to see his friend so happy and besotted was something he had wanted for a while.

“Really? That’s amazing.”

“Think I’m going to call Dr Odinson in the morning, to book her an appointment, she’s long overdue a scan.” Steve concludes, him and Bucky flopping onto the couch, nearly spilling their beers in the process.

“That’s a good idea, she’s got to be more than twenty weeks by now?” Bucky sipped his beer, as his mind flashed through the timeline in his head.

“Twenty-one tomorrow.” Steve cheers, half-heartedly, raising his beer in mock celebration.

“Ooo, looks like someone’s been counting.” Bucky teases.

“Yeah, man. I’m so excited.” Steve stares off, as he begins to envision Y/N with their little bundle.

“What about Y/N, is she just as excited?” Bucky asks, noticing the way Steve’s smile falters slightly.

“Yeah…well, I think so, she seemed a little distant when the baby started kicking, but I blame that on the outcome of the trial…” Steve trails off, as he remembers the night the verdict had come through, the way Y/N’s seemed so cold, and lifeless, like all hope had been removed.

“So, tell me…what the fuck happened?” Bucky needed the run down, of what had gone so wrong, during the trial that was supposed to run smoothly.

“If I’m honest, I don’t know. Everything seemed to be going so well, like it looked like the judge and jury were on our side, at one point it was going to be a close case, after only a few hours of testimonies, but…”

“But...” Bucky tried to coax out the rest of the explanation.

“But then the kid didn’t turn up, that Parker kid. He was a no show, too afraid to stand up in court, it left Y/N high and dry with no one to back her up, Zola called this witness, who literally looked like some kind of Victoria Secret Model. Claims that Rumlow likes a bit of s and m, likes to be rough in bed.  Apparently, according to the jury; that includes raping an innocent girl and getting her pregnant, then nearly beating her to the point of death.”

“They said that.” Bucky nearly chokes on his beer.

“Not in so many words, might as well have though. They practically laughed her out of court.” Steve slammed his fist onto the couch, making it vibrate slightly with the force.

“That’s rough, really rough. But we need to think ahead, for Y/N and the baby.” Bucky, always the positive thinker, “We need to keep them both safe, maybe that means that you both…move away?”

Steve stopped mid-sip.

“What?” He cocked his head to the side; not quite sure he had heard Bucky right.

“Maybe it would be better for you and Y/N, to move away from here, away from New York. Brock knows where we live, the longer the two of you stay here, the more unsafe it will be.”

Bucky speaks valued words of wisdom, but it made Steve’s stomach clench at the thought of leaving the city he had lived in for the whole of his life.

“I don’t know…where would we go…the hospital, how would it cope?” Steve shook his head, “We couldn’t leave, our lives are in New York.”

“Steve, I know you, your main priority is to keep Y/N’s safe, and I know you would do anything to do that. And that might mean leaving, this city and starting somewhere new. You don’t have any family left here, anymore. Your family is Y/N and that baby.” Bucky placed his hand on Steve’s shoulder, both of them had placed their beers down.

“You’re my family, Buck. Bruce, Sam, Nat, Clint; you guys are my family.” Steve’s eyes began to wobble, as they begin to fill slightly with tears.

“And we will always be there for you. But you need to think about that girl, and that baby.”

“You talking about me?” Y/N’s sleepy voice makes Bucky turn around, whilst Steve wipes at his eyes before looking over Bucky’s shoulder. Grinning at the tired girl in the doorway.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping.” Steve sighs, as Y/N starts to stumble towards the two men.

“I heard Bucky’s voice and I wanted to say hi.” Y/N fell into Bucky, as he happily leant back in the chair, wrapping his arms around the small, yet bloated girl.

“Well, hello.” Bucky chuckles, squeezing the girl tightly, “I’ve missed you, doll.”

“Missed you too.” Y/N pulled away, moving across to sit in Steve’s lap, circling her arms around his neck, and burying her face into the crook.

“Come on, sleepy-bug, you need to get some more rest.” Steve easily picks Y/N up, “Say goodnight to Buck.”

“Night Bucky.” Y/N waved, yawning at the same time.

“Night, doll.” Bucky beams, watching her sleepy fingers wiggling him a goodbye.

Steve laid Y/N back down, removing the pillows that had failed to convince her, Y/n curled up on Steve’s chest, guiding his hand onto her bump, his fingers tickling the skin, soothingly.

Steve kissed her forehead, his mind somewhere else, replaying Bucky’s idea.

~~~~~

Y/N woke the next day, head still curled tightly into Steve’s neck, their legs were tangled together, but Steve’s hands had remained on the stretched skin of Y/N’s stomach.

Y/N sat up slightly, booping her nose with Steve’s till he eventually began to stir, his eyes fluttering open.

“Well hello, sweetheart.” Steve’s raspy morning voice, making Y/N’s stomach have a warm glow.

“Hello.” Y/N pecked Steve’s lips, but it was quickly deepened, Steve’s hand cupping the back of Y/N’s neck, pushing his lips harder into hers, “So what are we doing today?”

“Today, I’m going to get you an appointment with Dr Odinson, so we can finally have a look at this baby. How does that sound?” Y/N wasn’t sure at first, but then the baby started to kick from underneath her. Due to her being so pressed so closely to Steve, he felt the nudges on his own abdomen.

“Feels like someone likes that idea.” Steve noted, placing his hands on the spot where the baby had just booted its feelings. “You want us to see you, little one?”

The sound of Steve’s voice only furthered the bean’s excitement, as it continued to bounce up and down in Y/N’s womb, making her a little breathless.

“Yep, they definitely like that idea.” Y/N wheezed, slightly.

“Okay, little one, ease up now, be nice to mommy.” Steve lightly scolded, the baby listening almost instantly, and its movement stilling.

“Unbelievable, it already has a favourite.” Y/N grumbled, rolling off of Steve and prodding at her belly.

“That’s my baby.” Steve kissed Y/N’s bump,

“I thought I was you baby?” Y/N pouted, crossing her arms.

“You are, you’re my special baby.” Steve kissed Y/N’s lips softly, before jumping out of bed and into the shower.

Once they were both washed and dressed, they walked out of the room, to be greeted by Bucky, sat at the small kitchen table.

“Morning you three.” Bucky waved, speaking through a mouthful of toast, making Y/N giggle.

“Morning.” Steve waved back, pulling one of the chairs out, and ushering Y/N to sit down.

“I just got a call from Bruce, he says he’s heading home today, he’ll be here in the evening.” Bucky announced, making Y/N clap her hands.

“Yay, we’re going to have the whole crew back together again.” Steve and Bucky gave each other a look, that went over Y/N’s head.

“What do you want for breakfast, bubba?” Steve looked in the fridge, grimacing when he saw next to nothing on the shelves.

“Waffles?” Y/N squinted, seeing over Steve’s shoulder, the bare contents.

“Yep, I can actually do-“ Steve was cut off by a brisk knock at the door, “Who could that be at…” Steve checks his watch, eyes widening slightly, when he realises that its already half past ten in the morning.

Steve approached the door, whilst Y/N scooted behind Bucky, who wrapped his arm around her. Steve looked through the spy hole, Y/N saw his shoulders visibly relax, and he unchained the door, pulling it open a fraction.

“What do you want?” Steve sounded hostile, which was an unusual tone for him, and it made Y/N squeeze Bucky’s arm tight. The pitch of voice that came from behind the heavy wood, was surprisingly high, it made Bucky turn to Y/N, who just shrugged.

“What are you doing here, she’s had a rough few weeks, and I think she’d be better if she didn’t see you.” Y/N’s ears twitched when she realised that Steve was talking about her.

“Steve, who is it?” She piped up, Steve momentarily looking back at her, before going back to staring whoever was at the door, down.

“Y/N, is that you?” The soft, and clearly woman’s voice, spoke up from behind the door, and it’s bouncer.

Y/N climbed off her chair, hands going to her bump, instinctually, Bucky following closely behind. As Y/N began to wander towards the door, it made Steve step backwards, revealing someone Y/N thought she had seen the back of.

“Hope?” Y/N questioned, sticking tightly to Steve once she stood in the doorframe. “What do you want?”

Hope’s eyes darted to Y/N’s belly, eyeing the way it swelled under her loose fitted night shirt.

“Y/N, I’ve been trying to get hold of you. I saw on the news, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t believe it.” Hope fumbled out, but it just made Y/N’s top lip quiver, out of slight rage.

“What do you want?” Y/N asked, marginally more aggressive than she intended, nevertheless it came out that way.

“To see you, to see that you were alright-“

“You didn’t seem to care, when you called the him when I was at the hospital, or when I didn’t show up for work for a week.” Y/N spat, Steve placed his hand on her back, trying to calm her down, recognising the stress level that was increasing within Y/N, knowing for the baby’s sake she needed to relax.

“You can’t blame that on me, I had no idea, he fooled us all.” Hope replied, defensively.

“You were supposed to be my friend. Friends look out for each other.” Y/N’s voice began to waver, as her throat began to clog with tears.

“I think that’s enough.” Steve interrupted softly, pushing Y/N into Bucky’s arms, as he led her away from the door, and into Steve’s bedroom.

“I didn’t know what Brock was doing, I didn’t realise-“

“Maybe if you weren’t so focused on having a ‘good time’ and were a better friend, Y/N would have been out of there sooner, and none of what she had to go through would have happened. Don’t call here again, or I’ll call the cops and say that you’re harassing us.” Steve slammed the door in Hope’s face, huffing out a large breath of air, resting his forehead on the door.

Pushing off with his head, he strolled into his own bedroom, Bucky had pulled Y/N into his lap, softly rocking her, whilst playing with her hair.

“It’s okay, bubba, she’s gone now, and she’s not coming back.” Steve crouched down in front of Y/N’s little shell of a body, resting his hands on her knees.

“I’m going to go and call Thor, and see whether I can get an appointment for today, wanna stay with Bucky whilst I do that?” Y/N gave a subtle nod, Bucky pulling her closer to him.

Steve threw a thankful look at Bucky, who just nodded his head in understanding, Steve then marched out of the room to make his call.

“Have you ever delivered a baby, Bucky?” Y/N’s gentle voice whispered after the two were left alone.

“A few. I think a couple more than Steve, but we’ve both had our fair share of surprise deliveries.” Bucky chuckled, the rumble vibrating off of Y/N’s cheek.  

“Did you know what to do…As a doctor I mean?” Y/N began drawing with her finger on his chest.

“Well, we have basic training, thankfully all the deliveries me and Steve have had, have been straight forward. We’d be stumped if the baby was breech.” Bucky explained.

“Were you ever scared?” Y/N looked up at him, having been tracing patterns on his shirt.

“The first two were a little intense. The first one was in an elevator, I was transferring her to another part of the hospital, then her water broke. It was her fifth kid, so that little fella wasn’t hanging around.” Y/N smiled at Bucky’s story, imagining the man becoming mildly flustered within the small compartment, “The second one was in the hospital parking lot; man had driven his wife to the wrong hospital, it was too late to get her inside, so I had to deliver the baby there and then.”

“Wow.” Y/N breathed, “What about Steve, what was his first delivery like?”

“Well I think I remember him telling me, let me think…” Bucky tapped his chin, hoping the sensation would recount the story, his friend had told him some years ago;

“Ah yes! It was December 25th, 2011, me and Steve had volunteered to do the Christmas shift for the fourth year in a row, and this woman had come in complaining of stomach cramps, they had started that morning, and she couldn’t for the life of her know why. Me and Steve are examining her, and we check her stomach, and it’s like flat as a pancake, no like the slightest of bulges, just flat. Steve sends off for a blood test, and at that precise moment, this woman starts yelling that somethings coming out of her…”

Y/N tries to bite her lip to suppress the laugh that is threatening to spill out, but she’s not successful.

“Hey, don’t laugh, this is serious.” Bucky prods at her side, and she shakes her head, trying to shake the smile.

“Sorry, continue.” Y/N waved one of her hands, spurring him on, whilst the other sits over her face.

“Anyway, as I was saying…she starts yelling that there’s something coming out of her, and she needed to push. Steve and I rush her into this side room, take off her clothing from the waist down, and sitting between her legs, is a baby’s head.”

“What the fuck!” Y/N nearly yells, hand clamping over her mouth in shock.

“Exactly, so I’m stood there, completely stunned, this woman doesn’t look pregnant at all, I look over and Steve’s already pulled on a pair of gloves, and within twenty minutes he’s delivered a healthy baby boy.”

“Woah, that’s so crazy.” Y/N’s eyes are wide as she’s brushing her fingers up and down her bump.

“I know right.” Bucky sighs, his hand tentatively touching Y/N’s stomach. Y/N seizes his hand, placing it where the baby had just begun kicking.

“What’s so crazy?” Steve chirps, slightly happier than when he left the room.

“That Y/N’s growing an alien.” Bucky chided, making Y/N mock frown.

“Hey, that’s your niece or nephew in there.” Y/N pocked Bucky’s cheek, and the man laughed, batting her hand away.

“Sorry, little munchkin, I’ll be nicer to the life force within you.” Bucky sassed, holding Y/N’s little fingers in his large hand.

“Don’t call me a munchkin.” Y/N folded her arms, pouting.

“Why not, you’re so cute, just like a little munchkin.” Bucky tickled her sides, making Y/N gasp, trying to reach for Steve.

“Fine, if I’m a munchkin, then you’re Dorothy, Mr L’Oréal.” Y/N lifted Bucky’s hair up, so it was standing on end, before beginning to ruffle it.

“Who am I then?” Steve chuckles, lifting Y/N off of Bucky’s lap, and saving him from the hair monster.

“Er…Toto?” Y/N shyly smiled, Steve’s eyes widening.

“Toto, why the dog?” Steve asked, picking Y/N up.

“Because you’re just like an excitable puppy.” Y/N giggled, when Steve began blowing raspberries into her neck.

“Well this excitable puppy’s just got you a much needed Doctor’s appointment.” Y/N huffed, laying back in Steve’s arms.

“Hey, don’t be like that, we get to see what this little one looks like.” Steve tried to cheer Y/N up, but she just rolled her eyes.

“Fine.” She grumbled.

~~~

“We can find out what you’re having if you want, sweetheart?” Steve placed his hand on Y/N’s bouncing knee, tilting the magazine that she had pulled up in front of her face downwards so that he could see her eyes, “Would you like that, or do you want to keep it a surprise?”

“I think I want to know.” Y/N looked down at her bump, watching the baby squirm around in her tummy, “I think it’s a boy.”

“Why do you think that?” Steve’s hand does large circles on her skin, the baby leaning towards the warmth.

“I don’t know just a feeling, what do you think?” Y/N turned to Steve, briefly admiring the way the man was looking at her belly with such adoration in his eyes.

“I don’t care, as long as they are nice and healthy.” Steve sighs, leaning down to kiss the top of her stomach.

~~~~

“So how many scans have you had before?” The tall Norwegian-looking man asked her, as he rolled up her shirt. Y/N squeezed Steve’s hand tighter, when the unknown man started to probe around her skin.

“Um…one…at an abortion clinic.” Y/N replied, shyly, pushing herself closer to Steve, when Thor started to travel closer to the top of her pants. Steve kissed the side of her head, sensing her agitation, his other hand cupping her head.

“Ah, I see. Well that’s okay, we can do a proper examination, after the scan.” Thor smiled, but it didn’t put Y/N at ease, at all.

“Would you be doing that?” Y/N asked in a small voice, it was barely audible, but Thor did catch it.

“Not if you don’t want me to.” He responded, much to the surprise of Y/N, who looked down at her. “It’s okay, Miss Y/L/N, I know all about your situation and your past, I can find a female nurse, who can carry out any private, or internal examinations that may be required.”

Y/N relaxed back into Steve’s shoulder, as he kissed her cheek.

“See, bubba, nothing to worry about.” Steve assured.

“Are you wanting to know the sex?” Thor asked, apologising quickly after, when the shock of the cold jelly made Y/N hiss.

“Umm…yes please.” Y/N answered, quietly.

~~~~~

“I can’t believe it’s a girl.” Y/N breathed, clutching the ultrasound scan in her hands, looking at the little fussy, grey bean in the picture.

“A pretty little girl, just like her mommy.” Steve stated, bringing the back of Y/N’s hand to his lips, as he drove them back to the apartment.

“I hope she’s not like me.” Y/N whispered, Steve’s head darting between her and the road.

“What do you mean, sweetheart, this baby’s so lucky to have you as a mommy.” Steve encouraged.

“No, she isn’t, because if I was clever or smart at all, then I wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place. I hope she’s nothing like me, I want her to be clever and strong, not weak and stupid like I was, like I am.” Y/N spoke so lowly of herself, it made Steve’s heart clench.

“Little one, I don’t want you to say things like that about yourself. Hey, I’m talking to you,” Steve caught Y/N’s chin, and continued to look between her and the road, “I don’t want any of those words to come out of your mouth again. I love you, because you are brave and strong. Not half the men I know, could go through what you did, and come out the other side. I’m proud of you every single day, and I thank my lucky stars, every time I think about how blessed I was that you fell in love with me.”

Steve finished his rant, catching the tear, that trailed down Y/N’s face, wiping it away.

“I love you, Steve.” Y/N sniffled, taking his hand that was pressed to her cheek.

“I love you too, my sweetheart.”

~~~~

Y/N practically barged her way into the apartment, when they finally reached home, she was desperate to show Bucky the photo and tell him what she was having.

However, her joy was cut short, when she saw Bucky sitting at the kitchen table, looking glum.

“What, what’s the matter?” Y/N placed her hand on his shoulder, noticing an unopened letter in between his finger, “What’s that?”

“It came for you.” Bucky handed her the letter, turning to look at Steve, when he joined her next to Bucky’s side, wrapping his arm around her waist.

Y/N’s teeth started to chatter, when she turned the letter over revealing the S.H.I.E.L.D logo on the back. Quickly tearing it open, and unfolding the letter, her knees grew weak, and Steve had to keep her up, long enough for Bucky to move out of his seat, so Steve could place her in it.

“What, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Steve asked her, frantically pushing her hair out of her face, trying to elicit a response.

“He’s trying to take the baby.” Y/N choked out, handing Steve the letter.

He skimmed the top few lines:

To Whom It May Concern:

I am writing in support of Mr Brock Rumlow obtaining custody of his child, once it is born. Mr Rumlow, requests that the baby be placed in his care, once it has been born, and will remain in his sole custody, for as long as he sees fit.

Steve’s hands began to shake, he crushed the letter in his hands, anger growing before he could stop it.

“That bastard, that fucker, he thinks he can take this baby from us, he thinks that he can take our baby form us!” Steve yells, Y/N cowers into Bucky’s side, having never truly seen this side of Steve.

“I’d sooner be dead, then let that vile monster take our baby.”

A/N: Well...shit 

Part Twenty-One//

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[jiminsheart]

Bittersweet Smiles | KTH

from this prompt list | masterlist

requested: yes | no

prompt: 1 + 8 w/ taehyung

 “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” +  “Why are you so jealous?”

genre: angst, best friends to lovers

words: 2155

warnings: slight swearing, Taehyung and oc being dumb, Tae’s kind of a playboy, some mature themes?

a/n: okay, so you all probably know by now how much i love taehyung. i’m also such a sucker for angsty best friend aus, so this was so much fun to write and ended up way longer than intended. special thanks to the anon who requested this, hope you like it! and as always, my inbox is open for requests, messages, and feedback :)

Loud crunching filled your ears, and you tried to ignore it as you continued to work on your essay. The crinkling of plastic wrap only continued on, distracting you from the words in front of you.

Getting more annoyed, you put your earphones on, turning the volume all the way up to drown out the noise. It worked for a few minutes, but eventually the sound of that god-awful crunching made its way through your music causing you to groan.

Tugging the earphones out, you glared at your best friend sitting across the table. “Taehyung, this is a library. Could you please put that away or go somewhere else?”

The boy only raised his eyebrows at you before continuing to munch on his chips. “Sorry, no can do, sweetheart,” he said around a mouth full of chips. “You know eating helps me focus.”

Scrunching your nose, you turned away. “That’s disgusting. Close your mouth, weirdo.”

Taehyung winked at you before sending a kiss your way. “Shut up, you know you love me.”

Feigning annoyance, you ducked your head back down to hide the blush blooming on your face. In love. With your best friend. Oh, man, if only he knew.

It wasn’t like you wanted to fall in love with Taehyung – in fact, it was the complete opposite. Your best friend is, for lack of a better word, a playboy. A girl already on his arm and flashing smirks at another before the end of the week, you could never keep up with girlfriends. You’d say you felt bad for the girls he went out with, but with his sharp jaw, teasing eyes, and that damn mouth of his, it wasn’t hard to imagine what they saw in him.

Though, you really wished you didn’t.

It’s been almost a year since your feelings for him started, and they only grew bigger every time he flashed you that wide smile of his. It’d been after a long night of studying, eyes drooping, but Taehyung always knew how to cheer you up and keep you on track.

And maybe it was the haze of sleepiness making you feel things that normally wouldn’t have caught your attention, but you couldn’t help to admire how his brows furrowed as he tried to solve the practice problem in front of him. The way he lightly bit his lip in concentration, or how he tilted his head to the side in thought, exposing his strong jawline.

But when he glanced up at you and gave you his signature boxy smile, eyes glimmering, you knew you were done for. Added to the list of all the other girls falling for his damned charms.

Your hands nervously fidgeted with the bottom of your dress as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Hair falling down around your shoulders, dark eye makeup and red lipstick, you looked completely different from just a few hours ago. The neckline of the black dress you wore dipped down to show off supple breasts with a hemline shorter than what you’d normally wear, but maybe being a little more flashy than usual might be just what you needed.

Taehyung’s friend had invited you both to a party tonight to celebrate the end of finals week, and to both their surprise, you’d actually agreed this time. You’d always declined, not wanting to deal with the smell of booze and sweat or the pounding hangover the next morning. But with finals over and no exam in sight, it was the perfect time to have some fun.

Feeling confident and ready for the night, you walked out into the living room where Taehyung sat on the couch, playing with his phone. Like the kind, loving, and not at all impatient best friend that he is, he had waited for you to finish getting ready when he walked in on time and you were still figuring out what to wear. And he had only yelled at you to hurry up a few times.

He stood up as he heard you exit the room, ready to head over to the door, but paused when he caught sight of you.

You grinned, holding your arms out and doing a little spin. “Do I look good?”

Taehyung stood there quietly for a moment, mouth slightly ajar, and you took this time to look over his outfit. His hair was parted to the side, and he wore a dark button up shirt with the top unbuttoned, giving you a full view of his long neck and protruding collarbones. He had it tucked into his black skinny jeans, and you tried not to stare at how thick his thighs looked in them.

Glancing back up, you waved your arms, trying to get your best friend’s attention back. “Tae?”

He finally seemed to snap out of it, raising a brow at you and motioning at your clothes. “You’re going like that?”

Slightly taken aback, you raised an eyebrow at him. “Yeah, why? Does it look bad?”

“No, it’s not that!” Taehyung stumbled over his words, not wanting to offend you. “It’s just… a little much, don’t you think?”

With all the effort put into dressing up, you’d hoped he’d at least comment on how good you looked. His words stung, and so you lashed out. “A little much?”

Rubbing the back of his neck, he replied, “I just mean, you normally hate parties and just stay to the side, so it might get you more attention than you’re looking for.”

“Oh, so now I’m uptight?”

You don’t know why you’re being so defensive at his words. Normally, you’d brush off the way he’d tease you for being so focused on school, so why was this any different?

Maybe today, just today, you were hoping he’d finally notice you and not one of those other girls that’d be fawning all over him at the party.

“You’re my best friend y/n, all I’m saying is that you…“ He trailed off, unsure of what to say. “I’m just being a good friend and looking out for you.”

Right. Just a good friend.

You waved your arms in the air above you, dancing along to the beat of the music. Hands came up from behind and rested on your hips, pulling out a smile as he moved along with your body. Just what you needed to complete the night.

After your fight with Taehyung, the two of you made your way to the party in silence, promptly leaving him behind as soon as your feet crossed the front entrance. You were afraid the party would be too packed for you to enjoy it, but the stress faded away as the haze of alcohol took over your senses.

Grinding back on the guy, you tilted your head back and let it rest on his shoulder, reveling in the feeling. It’d been so long since a guy had paid you any attention, and even longer since you’d reciprocated. With exams being done, it felt nice to finally let loose and have a little fun for once.

And you can do it without your dumb best friend too.

Across the room, you were unaware of dark eyes running over your figure, sending daggers over to the guy with his hips just a little too close to you for his comfort. He took a sip of his drink as he leaned back on the wall, not even pretending like he was paying attention to the girl at his side desperately trying to keep him interested.

He might’ve been a little too harsh on you earlier, he admits, but he knows that the party scene wasn’t what you were into. You preferred quiet nights in, sitting on the couch watching a movie, finishing up a pizza and complaining about how the logic just doesn’t make sense. The music here was too loud, too upbeat, hands too grabby for your taste.

At least, that’s what he told himself when he saw you walk out of your room in that tight little dress that made him think thoughts too unholy for his best friend. And it definitely wasn’t because he hated the idea of other guys seeing you like this. Of other guys being able to touch you like this when he couldn’t.

So, the words slipped out before he could stop himself.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like you, but these days it seemed like all he could do was lie. Lie to the girls he went out with about how much he cared for them, lie to himself that his feelings for you were merely that of a best friend. But most importantly, he felt his heart break a little every time he lied straight to your face as the words best friend left his mouth when all he wanted was something more.

And now he drowned out the bitter feeling on his tongue and filled the void in his heart with the taste of alcohol.

When Taehyung couldn’t stand the sight of you with that guy’s hands running up and down your body any longer, the sly smirks you’d flash him every now and then, he pushed himself off the wall, ignoring the girl’s protests. He marched straight up to you, grabbing hold of your wrist and dragging you down the hall, not even sparing the guy a glance.

He didn’t look at you once as he pulled you behind him, not even noticing your attempts to free yourself from his grip. Once the sound of music faded away, he stopped, causing you to bump straight into his back.

As he turned, you finally pushed his hand off, glaring up at him. “What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me? I should be asking you that!” He waved back to the direction of the party. “You’ve been ignoring me all night, and now you’re all up on that random guy!”

You frowned at his words. First he says you’re too uptight, now you’re having too much fun? “Why are you so jealous?”

“Jealous?” he scoffed. “You’re just out there, dancing on whichever guy decides to give you attention like it’s nothing!”

“Why do you care?” you snapped. “I thought you’d be happy I was letting loose and having fun for once, Taehyung.”

You made to move past him, but Taehyung shoved your shoulder, pushing you back up against the wall. He placed his arms on either side of your head, caging you in. He tilted his head down, nose brushing yours.

“Cut the crap, y/n. Don’t act like I didn’t catch you looking at me when you had that guy’s hands all over you.” His growl rumbled low, leaving you weak in the knees, but you forced yourself to ignore it. He’d been acting like a brat all night, glaring at anyone that tried to talk to you, and you’d be damned if he ruined the fun.

You looked him right in the eyes, making sure to drive the point in. “Well, you said it yourself, right? We’re such good friends.” Poking his chest, you tried to keep your voice steady. “So why don’t you just go back over to that girl you were talking to and leave. Me. The hell. Alone.” You emphasized each word with a sharp jab to his chest.

Taehyung grabbed your hand and pinned it above your head, moving closer to you so that his chest was pressed right up against yours. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

His hot breath fanned over your face, so you closed your eyes and tilted your head back, trying to get away from the heat building up. This new angle exposed your neck even more to Taehyung, and you gasped as you felt his nose run along the length of it.

“Tell me you didn’t wish it was me behind you, y/n,” he whispered into your skin. One of his hands fell to your hip, gripping tightly, making you whimper at the contrast of his rough action to his soft voice.

“Tell me you didn’t wish it was my hands on your body.” Taehyung’s nose brushed your jaw just below your ear, your mouth opening slightly at the touch.

He pulled back, grabbing your chin with his other hand and forcing you to look into his eyes. “Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you, y/n.”

You gulped, trying to clear your dry mouth. His mouth was so close, a little bit higher and his lips would be right on yours. “I can’t.”

“Hmm?” he hummed, tilting his head to the side. “Tell me what you want, then.”

“I want-“ you cut off, too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Taehyung’s thumb rubbed gently at you chin, urging you forward. “Go on, tell me. What are best friends for, hm?”

Fuck it, you thought, alcohol buzzing through you. It’s now or never.

“Kiss me, Tae.”

#taehyung angst #bts scenarios #bts angst #v #bts prompts #bts imagines #mine

[xlady-saya]

better than a night light [fic]

Relationships: andrew minyard/neil josten

Summary: Neil hasn’t had the chance to examine the feeling of fear in a long time. He’s all too familiar with it though; from the nightmares, to the memories of a cold basement floor, he knows the feeling like the back of his hand.

But this fear is new, loaded with ridiculousness and a complete lack of reason. It’s nothing more than pixels on a screen, far away theories that can’t hurt him like his past can.

Maybe that’s why he’s beginning to not mind it as much. It doesn’t hurt that Andrew is also there to hold him through it.

Tags: neil is a scaredy cat, fluff, fluff and humor, the monsters watch alien movies

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The movie poster Nicky keeps shoving in Neil's face doesn't exactly do much in terms of persuasion.

Neil stares at the bold graphics, at the text of the title that drips as if it’s oozing blood. It's got an almost static quality to it, not original, but not trying too hard to be. It's an older movie, that much is clear, so not exactly Nicky's usual taste. There's nothing there to tell him about the plot, just a few shadows and a stark silhouette standing in the center. Neil stares at the poster on Nicky's phone, then at Nicky's expectant expression, and then back.

Surely there has to be some kind of clue to tell him what this is all supposed to mean, but he's not seeing it.

Nicky does his best to show Neil a few more posters from the same movie, some restyled and revamped for the modern era, but...

Nothing.

"For fuck's sake," Nicky huffs, putting his phone away. "It's a classic horror movie, Neil, and we're watching it tonight."

Oh. Neil's not sure why he had to know that.

It's never up to him to pick the movies for movie night, mostly because most do nothing for him or bore him to tears altogether. Watching them with Andrew is typically the only time he bothers to pay attention, and that's for the commentary about the stupid characters.

Nicky is the opposite.

He and Allison fight over the films every Friday night like it's a ritual, but on the rare occasions the upperclassman are busy, Nicky takes over and tries his best to drag Neil into it too. A seasoned movie buff, he's made it his mission to find a movie genre Neil actually likes. Neil's attempts to convince him otherwise have fallen on deaf ears.

After weeks of action spy movies and no luck, Nicky's obviously decided to up his game by switching to a new theme altogether.

Neil's not sure what this will do, though. The horror movies Nicky has picked in the past only served to annoy Neil or make him laugh with their horrible effects and impractical plot points. Nicky had still labeled that as progress.

Already, Neil is rolling his eyes. Neil has dealt with real horrors; ghosts and poltergeists aren’t what haunt him. He's only seen one or two slasher films with the team, but those were just nonsensical.

It's not something he enjoys thinking about, but it's hard to be afraid of being sliced open by some fictional asshole in a mask when his childhood already made him numb to the feeling of a blade.

As if sensing the underlying truth behind Neil's annoyance, Andrew makes his presence known with a loud thump of his soda can against the counter.

Nicky jumps, but Neil turns on instinct, a small smile on his face. They have new barstools, and he swears they're a little taller than the other ones. Andrew's legs swing, almost carefree in nature, and Neil averts his eyes at the glare he receives for staring.

"I said no horror movies," Andrew says finally, flicking another page of his novel over. It's for a class, Neil notes, and beams a little brighter. Part of their pact; if Neil has to do better in school, Andrew has to start trying to, too.

With some encouragement...it wasn't a hard compromise to make.

"Technically, you said no slasher movies," Nicky says, smirking at the loophole. Andrew stares, thoroughly unamused, and Neil blinks between them. He hadn't known about that. He glances back over to find Andrew already looking at him, resignation clear on his face. It's a common expression from the beginning of their this—less rare now, but just as endearing in Neil's mind.

It's Andrew's 'you caught me caring about you, and I hate that because it's not hard' look.

Neil hops up to sit on the counter, and Andrew's gaze flicks down to his knee as if debating resting his chin on top of it.

"You don't need to baby me, those movies don't affect me," Neil says with a fond smile. It's the truth; he's not sure why, but the masked villains and their carving knives just seem tacky to him at best. He understands Andrew's reasoning though, and appreciates it more than he can say.

Andrew would never think of him as weak, and Neil can handle most things no matter how painfully they might stir up old memories. Regardless, Andrew will spare him if he can.

The look of acknowledgement passes between them, and Andrew nods.

Then: "Even still, they're bad," Andrew says, aiming the statement at Nicky. "I refuse to suffer through them."

Aaron, who up until this point has been a silent bystander on the couch, grunts an affirmative. Kevin's got his headphones in, not even listening.

"Killjoys," Nicky mutters, clutching his phone tight to his chest. He points an accusatory finger right at Andrew, and keeps it there in challenge. "You might like it too, if you would just give it a chance!"

Andrew, highly unconvinced, raises a brow at Neil. The blond and Nicky are a lot better at having actual conversations without Neil now, to the point where Neil wouldn't even call Nicky afraid of Andrew anymore. Still...looks like this is not a case Andrew has the energy to make.

Neil smiles, all too smug.

"I thought you said horror movies were overrated?" he asks Nicky, grin just the right amount of shit-eating. "And by overrated, you meant you're super scared of them and won't be able to sleep for days."

"First of all, Neil, fuck you," Nicky says without hesitation. Aaron snorts in the background. Unwilling to be defeated, Nicky holds up his hand, counting off the reasons. "Second of all, this one is different! It's an alien movie, and those don't scare me as much. I mean, they're super impractical!"

That's what's super impractical?

Neil rolls his eyes. Their whole lives are impractical. Ha.

But ah, Neil realizes. Maybe that's the reason for the weird poster silhouette. Aliens. He'd almost prefer a slasher film. He crosses his arms, blowing his overgrown bangs out of his eyes. "Yeah, I'm sure Jackson with his goalie mask is just as realistic."

The room goes silent, and Neil isn't too prideful when it comes to pop culture. It's clear he fucked that up. Nicky blinks at him, and even Aaron is confused enough to turn around and lean over the side of the couch.

Neil blinks back, combing his brain for the revision. Nothing.

Andrew sighs below him, long and suffering, and this time he really does put his chin on Neil's knee. He glares a hole into Neil's abdomen, but Neil suspects it's mostly self directed.

"I think he means Jason," Andrew says, closing his eyes to ground himself. Neil's always been quite impressed with his self-control. "He's just trying to provoke me."

Oh, yeah. That prick.

A small chorus of realization goes through the room as Neil smirks down at his boyfriend.

Nicky squints. "Huh? Provoke you how?"

"Don't ask about their weird flirting," Aaron interrupts, making a slicing motion over his throat. Then, after a beat, he shoots a glare at his brother, who actually meets it for once. "Though for the record, you deserve to have a thing for morons."

Hey.

"That time, I really thought his name was Jackson," Neil defends, not caring that he just exposed how sometimes he will say the wrong shit on purpose just to get Andrew...in a mood. Aaron gags, and Neil is quite done with the conversation.

He squeezes Andrew's earlobe because, well...it's right there.

Nicky throws his hands up. "Oh my god, who cares! Neil, the point is that yes, a serial killer terrorizing a summer camp? Unlikely. But if someone were inclined, they could. And at minimum, slasher movies are scary because I could actually be stabbed on any given day."

"The chances of you running into a slasher are still pretty low," Neil tries, and Nicky gives him one of those looks like he's missed the point entirely.

"I'm talking about Andrew."

Ah.

"That's fair," Andrew says, eyes closing once more as Neil kneads his ear gently.

Done with the lot of them, Nicky shows Neil the button to rent the movie on his account, and rebelliously presses it. As if that somehow traps Neil in this apartment. Like he can't just leave.

The sad thing is that he won't.

Even without the upperclassman to join them tonight, this is his family—despite all their shitty taste.

"Your point?" Neil asks, though he's fully resigned at this point.

"So, alien movies are way cooler than anything else. Plus, the effects in this one are practical," Nicky says, and Neil tilts his head. Instead of bewildered, Nicky's excitement only grows. "You know, none of that cheap computer crap. You'll see, you'll love it."

Nicky squeals lightly as he goes to make snacks, dropping a few dishes in the process. It's a chorus of curses and clanging that Neil is all too used to, and Andrew barely flinches from it. It's hard to mind anything with Andrew's head in his lap and Neil's hands moving into his hair.

Neil stares over at the television, and sees his own annoyed expression staring back from the void.

Love it, will he?

Yeah, whatever you say.

--

They're about thirty minutes into the movie when Neil realizes there's a problem.

Nicky, for effect, has turned out all the lights, and the television illuminates the whole room despite its dark ambience. Neil's perfectly prepared to not pay attention, especially when the movie starts off slow and without any of the promised aliens. Nicky scolds him for his impatience, and things gradually start to get more suspicious between the characters on screen.

Neil's not bored out of his mind, but he's yet to see the full appeal. Because it's his spot, he curls up into Andrew’s side, sharing the bag of plain gummy worms between them since Neil hates the sour ones. Neil's more fixated on that at first; sometimes if they grab the same one on accident, they'll start the contest of pulling the poor worm and stretching the gelatin until it snaps. So far, Neil has won the longest piece two out of three times.

Then, in a shocking twist, the alien shows up.

Nicky was right about the practical effects. It's a grotesque creature, animatronic and padded with a fleshy substance that looks like bile. Its limbs are coated in it, sticky and disproportionate to its thin, skeletal body. Neil can see every disgusting ridge, and grimaces at the bubbles of flesh and pus that the effects team coated it with. After a while, he stops viewing it as a product of humans, as a robot. He starts seeing it as just the creature, in all its vileness. Random limbs and appendages shoot out from it, impaling some of the unlucky side characters, and the squelching sounds make Neil want to vomit.

Neil's throat begins to feel tight, and he's not sure why.

Throughout the next fifteen minutes, the creature starts its ruthless hunt after the team of scientists which make up the main cast. Only when it disappears does the audience realize the creature can shapeshift—that it's among them, somewhere on the base.

At first, Neil thinks he might have to go to the hospital. His pulse is fast, and he's sweating a little. It's weird, and he finds himself trying to calm down his own breathing. His muscles aren't usually this tense, and there's a nausea-inducing lump in his stomach, swimming around like the goop on screen. Maybe he's sick, maybe he ate some undercooked meat for dinner. That has to be it. He tries his best to stretch out, but his ankle hits Kevin's fancy metal flask, and Neil nearly jumps out of his skin from the cold when it coincides with a character being ripped in half on screen.

"Damn, that was pretty cool," Aaron concedes from his beanbag, watching the characters rush to safety from the gore they just witnessed. Even Kevin is invested, though he's still occasionally checking Exy stats on his phone. The creature is gone again all too soon, blending in, and the scientists begin to arm themselves against one another. Nicky looks over at Aaron gleefully, triumphant for his good choice.

At this point, Neil hates to admit he's fully invested. The characters in the movie have started to suspect one another, and the focus has shifted from the gore and the alien’s origin over to pure paranoia. It does a remarkably good job of capturing that feeling—one Neil knows all too well. Neil begins to suspect some of the characters too, even the main protagonist. The theories run through his head, but the film leaves everything as vague as can be.

There's a blanket of dread over him he's never felt before, because it's not real. There's no imminent danger to his person or his family, but he wonders what he'd be feeling if he were in this situation. The idea of imposters, walking around and having no way of telling them apart from your friends, from a human...

It takes Neil awhile, perhaps a little too long given his acquaintance with the emotion, to understand the tension in his body is fear.

He's afraid.

And isn't fear a strange thing?

He tries to remember fear, and it's not hard. It's always cold, piercing. It narrows down the world so that the fear is all that exists, along with the impending doom of the consequences that come with it. For him, fear has always eventually had a result. His fear was always well-founded. But this is nothing like that fear. Real, genuine, valid fear. This is not being threatened by his mom's scowl from across the room, or being on the basement floor, seconds from death. This is a queasy, unrealistic fear. One he can't get rid of, as much as he knows it shouldn't exist. There's nothing on the horizon, nothing coming to get them.

It's a lot of what-ifs and how-comes.

Neil hates it.

He can't look away as the characters all perish, eaten alive in part by the alien, but mostly by their own suspicion. In the end, the discord between them kills them all, and the ending hints heavily at the creature's survival and spread into the outside world.

Maybe here.

Neil scoffs at his own ridiculousness, rolling his eyes. That would never happen. He knows that, it's just—

"So?" Nicky says right in his face, and Neil jumps. Luckily, no one notices, and Andrew has already moved to switch the television off. Good. He surely would've felt the jump of Neil's body.

"So?" Neil parrots, unable to keep up. He keeps looking out the dorm windows, watching the darkness for any sign of life beyond it.

"Did you like it, Neil?" Kevin asks, turning around from his perch on the floor. He's also been weirdly committed to finding things for them to enjoy outside of Exy. Neil has a feeling that's mostly Thea's and therapy's doing, an attempt to get them some distance from the harsh Raven routines of old.

Kevin's attempt at getting them into trivia had been a disaster, and he'd abandoned it quickly.

Neil swallows the lump in his throat, eyes tracking Andrew to keep himself grounded. Aliens or no aliens, the sight of Andrew is a relaxant that's fifty times stronger.

Still, all he manages is a small: "It was okay."

It's a compliment coming from him, since his standard response is to shrug whenever any credits roll, and Nicky heads off to shower for bed with an extra lightness in his step.

Neil is not so fortunate.

An hour later, they're all turning in. Kevin has already passed out while Nicky takes his time in the bathroom with his twenty minute skincare routine. Neil had done everything in his power to not be alone once the lights began to go out. He's lucky his proximity to Andrew isn't unusual, but he keeps a few steps of distance just to throw off any suspicion the blond might have about why his boyfriend’s clinginess is off the charts.

The night sky is still pitch black through the windows, and any passing noise has Neil turning around and checking on his family critically. No, no—if Kevin were a creature, he wouldn't be snoring so loud.

Right?

He feels like a child, and does his best to go about his business without reading into everything so much. Even still, he hops onto the bed so he doesn't have to stand in front of the bottom of the bunk for too long. Something could grab his feet.

Andrew, per routine, wraps his arm around Neil's midsection to pull him closer, not yet aware of what's happening. Neil usually delights in this each time it happens, though he's certainly used to it by now. The path to sharing a bed had been a cautious one, and spooning even more so, but now he can't imagine sleeping without being cocooned like this.

Tonight, however, there's a problem.

Neil stiffens when Andrew moves to scoot him closer, a stark contrast to how he usually relaxes all his muscles. It's kinda fun when Andrew drags him. Andrew pauses, regarding Neil curiously, and Neil's dry throat seems to close up even more. The dread in his veins obviously isn't apparent, but it feels that way. Paling internally, Neil says, "I want a glass of water."

He really wants a glass of water. Fuck.

But is it worth it? Is he willing to die for a glass of water? He can make it until morning. If he were smart, he would've thought about this when everyone was still in the living room and he had access to knives to defend himself.

Andrew, calm as ever, concedes with a short nod. He removes his hand and waits for Neil to get up, and that's when Neil can't hide it anymore.

See, he doesn't move. Neil just lies there, staring up at the ceiling, and feels Andrew's eyes grow more and more critical with each passing second. Neil is torn. Does he get up despite his fear to preserve his dignity? Andrew of all people deserves to know when Neil has none to spare. Neil doesn't hide anything from Andrew, no matter how ridiculous.

The truth is, he'd love nothing more than to stay here on this bed with Andrew, where it's at least kind of safe. But, if he thinks more critically, he'll never get over this fear if he doesn't venture out into the dark common area to get his goddamn water.

Also, he's thirsty.

What to do, what to do.

At this point Neil begins to squirm, his gaze flicking over to the open bedroom door. It's black on the other side, inviting him and his imagination to wreak havoc.

Humans can survive a few days without water.

The whole time, Andrew doesn't stop staring at him, and Neil winces when he feels a gentle tap against his collarbone.

He's hesitated too long to keep the secret now. Better get it over with.

"Neil."

"Uh. Y-yes?"

"Look at me," Andrew says, and Neil can't disobey a request like that. Andrew's sleepy voice is gravely and soothing, like enticing smoke from a cigarette, and Neil follows it with all his senses. He turns over, then tenses up. Now his back is to the door. Can't have that.

He goes back to lying flat, and turns his head to send Andrew a desperate look.

It's stupid, it's pathetic. But...

"It's dark." That’s all he says.

Andrew's brows knit together, searching for the truth under that statement. "It's one in the morning."

Oh, but I'm the smart mouth.

Neil glares, and jumps when Nicky drops something in the bathroom. Neil waits for a sign of movement, and breathes a sigh of relief when Nicky's routine resumes.

Andrew sends him another look, no doubt already piecing it all together, and Neil huffs to himself.

"Asshole," he says, and picks at the thread of their blanket with his finger. He tries not to think of the aliens splitting open. Quietly, he admits: "The creature in the movie could see better in the dark."

It should be helpful to say it aloud, but it's not. It should convince Neil he's being truly unreasonable, that the odds of something otherworldly coming to target him are slim. He should be more worried about real killers coming for him on any given day.

But here he is, still afraid.

Andrew, in his own Andrew way, actually looks surprised. Something swims across his features that Neil has seen before, but can't pinpoint in the moment due to his own shame. He groans, turning away.

"Shut up, I know, forget it, I'm—"

A hand comes out to grab his chin, and Andrew turns Neil's face back towards him in one firm motion. Okay, now Neil definitely knows there's something in that look, and it renders him speechless for a moment.

"You're afraid." He swears he sees the corner of Andrew's mouth twitch, and he's so fixated on it that the truth comes easily.

"Yes."

"Of the...aliens. From the movie?"

Ah, but when put that way...

Neil groans again, pouting slightly. It's hard for Andrew to ruin anything for Neil, but it's difficult to stare fondly at one's boyfriend when he's trying to wring the embarrassing truth out of you. "Yes! I don't know why, okay?"

Andrew just nods, not judging. Not yet. Taking that into account, he taps Neil's chin a few times, maybe to the beat of invisible cogs moving in his head. Then he pauses, and gives Neil's earlobe a tug. Because...it's there. "Nicky said aliens are impractical. They aren't real. You know this, I assume."

Neil glares, but doesn't refute the statement. He's familiar with Andrew's process of retracing their steps, hypothetically. Trying to understand where the fear came from, how to best help Neil push it aside.

"Neil, confirm these things for me," Andrew says, and Neil nods, counting the freckles that dance over Andrew's nose. "You have dealt with members of a deadly mafia family."

Neil, because he's a shit, takes time to think about it. It's worth it when Andrew huffs.

Neil nods. "That is true."

"You are arguably more capable than me when it comes to killing someone," Andrew points out, and Neil does his best to ignore the spark of heat in Andrew's voice from that knowledge. "In fact, you've probably killed many people without remorse."

Hm. Okay.

"Mhm." Neil hums, and while he sees where this is going...

"You could potentially be Jackson, minus the hockey mask," Andrew finishes, and Neil is only somewhat insulted. What does he want with a summer camp?

Feigning stupidity this time, Neil squints. "Wasn't he immortal?"

"Neil."

Neil's laughter dissolves into a desperate whine, and he throws his hands behind him, hitting the headboard. Dammit. "Just—I know it makes no sense," he huffs. He scrambles up to a sitting position, an explanation on the tip of his tongue, and Andrew follows him calmly. "I know they're not real but...I think that's the problem. It's an unknown. I'm familiar with killers, with knives on my skin."

Neil almost feels guilty when he mentions it; Andrew accepts all his scars and experiences, but it doesn't mean he likes that they happened. They can't change the past, but the idea of either of them being hurt never fails to put a little pit of anger in their guts. He sees it bloom in Andrew's right then, and Neil smiles gently to quell it. It's not about that right now.

"But this is so removed from any of that," Neil explains, laughing at himself. It's sort of amusing if he thinks about it—that he’s made it to the point where he has the luxury of being afraid of such things, but he still doesn't feel relief. "I know it should be stupid and ridiculous. But that's probably why it bothers me. I mean, okay, what do we really know about aliens anyways? Nothing! No road map, no weapons. We're completely unprepared."

And...his explanation goes off the rails just like that.

Neil thinks he has a good point though. Like...who is really to say aliens don't exist? And if they do, they're all pretty much fucked. Who wouldn't be afraid?

Andrew only stares at him.

At the expression of disbelief, Neil whines and does his best to backtrack, but Andrew is having no more of it. Andrew just lays back down, hands covering his face.

It's a novel reaction, considering this is Andrew. He looks so beside himself, unable to process whatever is going on in his head, but not in the bad, overwhelmed way he might be used to. Neil leans over him, and artfully pokes Andrew between the eyebrows.

"Andrew?"

His boyfriend sighs. "I don't ever know what to do with you," he concedes, removing his hands so Neil can see his pissy expression. "Alien movies. It's goddamn alien movies."

Neil's not sure what to make of that, but even in the dimness of their room he can see the reluctant fondness in Andrew's face, poorly concealed behind a facade of neutral indifference. That, and the tips of his ears look a little red.

Neil's confused as hell before he realizes what it must be. He perks up, fear momentarily put on pause. "Oh...oh, you like this," he observes, not smug, just factual. Andrew glares. "You think it's—uh..."

Not hot, at least Neil doesn't think so. But—

"The word you're probably looking for is cute." Andrew grimaces when he says it, like it's a crime for the word to come out of his mouth. If Neil's being honest, he's surprised too. Not that Andrew thinks it, but that he actually said it. Hm. That's new. Neil likes it. He always insisted to Andrew that he didn't have to try harder at verbal affection just for Neil's sake, not if he didn't want to.

Clearly, part of him does.

Andrew glares at Neil's small smile, pushing his face away. "And you're wrong, so don't read into it."

Neil ignores that advice completely. "Oh, okay. So you think it's cute," he repeats, and mulls that over in his head.

"I just said—"

"Wait, why?" Neil asks, suddenly offended. Here he is trying to tell Andrew his alien attack plan, and the blond thinks the severity of the situation is cute. "Does my terror mean nothing to you?"

"Not in this case," Andrew admits, and this time there's clearly a small smile threatening to break the mask. Neil tries (pettily and unsuccessfully) to not let it affect him. "Now quit it, and go get your water."

Shit.

The fucking water.

The source of his woes comes back as a painful reminder in the form of his parched throat, scratchier now from all the discussion.

Noticing Neil's stricken face, Andrew wordlessly gets up with him, pulling him along to the edge of the bedroom so Neil can't talk himself out of it. Flicking on the light for the living area, Andrew pushes Neil out in front of him, a silent nudge to hurry up.

The room definitely looks a lot less sinister like this, but Neil's brain is reluctant to let him relax. He walks quickly and stiffly into the kitchen, turning back halfway to make sure that yes, Andrew is watching him.

"I'm here," the blond says, despite the roll of his eyes.

Neil practically runs to get his water, moving back to Andrew faster than the speed of light. As absurd as Andrew finds it, he dutifully waits for Neil to step fully back into the light of the bedroom before turning off the living room light again, and offers to take Neil's glass back when he finishes. Unwilling to lose Andrew by making him go alone, Neil takes his turn watching from the door.

Andrew looks back—not out of fear, but just to see the way Neil tracks his every move, wary of the surroundings. Something soft escapes Andrew's mouth, a vulnerable sound Neil swallows when he gets back into their bed.

He still can't fall asleep, but at least Andrew holds him a little tighter that night, a silent reminder that Neil's not alone in the darkness.

Neil's entire being burns with embarrassment, and he can't wait for a few days to pass so his brain will forget the movie entirely.

At least then the fear in his veins will be but a lingering memory, teasing fuel for Andrew at most.

--

Except, per routine, Andrew is a giant bastard.

"We're watching this tonight," he says a week later, throwing a library DVD into Nicky's lap.

Neil doesn't think much of it as he finishes the last of his math problems at his desk, kicking his legs happily since this means he'll be done with homework and his kissing ban will be lifted.

Nicky's voice has all his expectations shriveling up and exploding like alien guts. "Aliens again?"

Neil's head snaps up to meet Andrew's gaze across the room, betrayal lining his face. The DVD cover Nicky is looking at is old school again, another classic Neil assumes. It's less detailed than the first one, with nothing but a green, glowing egg on the front.

Hell no, Neil thinks, and glances back at Andrew with a desperate look in his eyes. Maybe it's a joke.

But Andrew's sense of humor is cruel.

"It wasn't awful," Andrew answers Nicky while looking right at Neil. There's nothing amused or challenging in his features, but Neil still senses it. Andrew has weighed Neil's fear, has no doubt picked it apart and tried to decide whether or not that fear should be quelled, or if it's fair game to prod.

The conclusion is clear.

"Awesome!" Nicky shouts, unaware of the turmoil between the two of them. "Finally, we found something you don't tune out completely."

"I'll make the snacks," Aaron says, and Kevin actually seems okay with the selection. He shoots them both a weird look—which, given the intensity of Neil's stare, is appropriate. However, living with them has given Kevin enough insight to know when and when not to intervene. He walks past them, as he should.

When they're actually getting settled in to watch the damn film, Neil has switched tactics. He's refusing to meet Andrew's gaze, foot tapping impatiently against their stained carpet. As peeved as he is, the fear is starting to outweigh it. What if this movie is worse? Is he ready for another night wondering if aliens are going to come absorb him into some hybrid monster?

What the fuck does the egg mean? Aliens lay eggs?!

Neil refuses to sit by Andrew at first, and Andrew's legs are spread in such a way that his lap is wide open and inviting.

It's difficult to resist.

Eventually, Andrew sighs, and slouches into the couch a little more, leaving a perfect Neil-sized spot next to him.

"You're going to sit over there by yourself?" Andrew asks. With the rest of the group out of earshot, he adds lowly: "Aliens pick off the stragglers first."

Neil's glare would melt flesh from bone if it wasn’t directed at Andrew. The blond is unaffected by Neil's threats, though there's definitely power behind them. Just...never towards him.

An unfortunate fact, but one Neil would never betray.

Sulking, he climbs up onto the couch and fits himself snuggly into Andrew's side, head on his chest. Completing the dance, Andrew manhandles Neil to rest more comfortably against him, and Neil ignores the smugness radiating off the blond.

When Aaron walks in, he regards them suspiciously. Neil hates him for smiling that knowing, shit eating little grin once the realization hits him.

Fuck Aaron. Neil knows he's afraid of possession movies. He better be ready.

"This one is especially gross," Aaron says, offhand, but aimed at Neil entirely. "I've seen it."

Neil stares into the television again, done with all of them, and hopes his brain is over it. He hopes this movie is as boring as it can be. "Let's get this shit over with."

And they do. But no, the movie is not boring.

This film is arguably worse than the one they watched last weekend. The aliens are somehow grosser, with tar-like skin and oozing orifices. Even worse, they're more parasitic than the other aliens, and extremely hard for these idiot characters to kill. Neil sees one of the alien babies jump down someone's throat and has to look away.

He supposes it's too late to ask how he got here, to wonder why he can't get over it and understand none of it is real.

But then again, what does he know about the universe?

Neil's glad everyone else is too into the film to notice him burying himself further into Andrew's chest, eyes glued to the screen reluctantly. That's the problem with fear—it takes hold of him. He's not one of those people who can look away or close their eyes, so he just wrings Andrew's shirt between his hands into a wrinkly mess.

At a certain point, the alien from earlier bursts through the character's chest and makes Neil jump away from Andrew's, but the blond grabs Neil's head gently in anticipation of this (which means he's seen this shit already, the asshole) and guides it to rest over his heart. It should make it worse, the rhythmic beating, pumping in time with the chest burster's onslaught. Instead, it's grounding, as it always is, and he sighs.

He wonders if this was Andrew's plan all along, but would that make sense? Having to comfort a scared Neil can't be anything but annoying.

Later, when he's having a mug of hot chocolate with Andrew and Aaron before bed, and steadily getting grumpier with the thought of the sleepless night to come, he says as much.

Aaron just looks at him, as if he can't believe Neil exists. "You really are a moron."

And with that, he goes back to his own dorm.

Neil tries to get clarification, but Andrew only takes the mug from his hands. He avoids Neil's questioning gaze and laces their fingers together, pulling Neil into the room before the lights go out.

--

It's hard to look serious when he's lying on top of Andrew's chest, glare peaking out, but he tries.

It's weekend three of Andrew's onslaught of alien movie sequels, and luckily he's promised to back off from now on.

Still. Neil's gonna pout all he wants.

A sound from outside makes him jump, but it's just an extra hard downpour knocking against the windows. If Neil closes his eyes, he almost sees the alien claws tapping on the glass, trying to get in.

"Poor, frightened little bunny," Andrew states without any inflection or tone, but Neil can sense the teasing underneath.

"Fuck you," he says, but it's dampened by the way he leans over to close the window blinds.

It helps. A little.

"And risk the alien contamination?" Andrew adds, tugging on Neil's bangs for his attention. Like he has to; he somehow always has it, even when Neil is less than pleased. "Tell me, just what do you think is going to happen? Nothing's going to burst out of you just from watching that movie."

Neil feels his stomach flip flop from the thought of it, his heart taking the tower of terror through his body. He makes a disgruntled noise in the back of his throat, and Andrew pulls him up by the scruff of his neck to get a better look at him.

"I still feel queasy," Neil says, a poor attempt at revenge. Andrew doesn't move away, isn't even remotely grossed out.

The blond just sighs, and rolls Neil over to the other side of the bed in a display of vulnerability. Instead of being pressed to the wall, Andrew's back is open to their room, to the world. Neil balks for a moment before he gets himself under control. They've done this a few times, so he closes his jaw. He knows he should be happy for these moments, not surprised by them. Because he knows they're not small. It's Andrew telling him something, it's Andrew giving. And that's nothing new.

Still, Andrew never has his back to the door, and it probably won't last long. Eventually they'll go back to their normal positions, but for now Andrew shields Neil from the world.

It's a silent emphasis, a promise.

Despite the dimness and the new tension in his shoulders, Andrew's gaze is like a spark to the gasoline pooling in Neil's body. "Neil, you're safe."

Yes. Deep down, that's the biggest truth of them all.

Neil sighs, and gently rolls them back over. It's his own affirmative, his own way of protecting Andrew—whether it be from real threats, or fictional ones. He slides over Andrew until he's on the edge of the bed, and is happy when the bits of tension bleed back out of Andrew. Much better.

"I know that." Neil curls up, and though his back is to the door, he doesn't turn away. It's another silent response. He's afraid, but he knows if an alien were to suddenly bust through the door...

Well, Andrew would let him know. "But I'm still...mph," he grunts, glaring at the blinds above Andrew, and this time, the edges of the blond's lips lift easily. Just for Neil to see.

"Scared?"

Neil rolls his eyes for the billionth time, mostly at himself. "Yes, Andrew, the stupid alien movies scare me. I'm glad you're enjoying it so much."

He won't lie; he expects a silent response, maybe the old 'I don't enjoy anything' just to make him laugh, because they both know it's not true.

Instead, Andrew grabs his wrist, tracing the veins there with his thumb.

"You're right," he admits, slow, as if he's considering taking it back. Neil waits with bated breath, and Andrew must ultimately decide that it's impossible to. "I am."

The blatant admission catches him off guard, and well...Andrew can be pretty cute too, when he avoids Neil's gaze like this. The blond fixates on where they're connected, tracing the scars farther up Neil's arm.

Neil hums. "Because you're a cruel otherworldly imposter, or because you know I secretly have a thing for when I amuse you?"

The master plan, all along.

At Neil's cheeky grin, Andrew rolls onto his back, questioning his existence. He slides Neil's hand over his chest, draping it across him. "You're a nuisance," he mutters, and Neil's grin softens at the edges. He still doesn't understand it all, but when Andrew's being so open like this he can't help but dive in. He slides his hand lower, resting it over Andrew's heart.

"Your heart's beating fast," he says quietly, nearly a whisper. "Could be a chest burster."

"Mourn me," Andrew responds, and Neil smothers his laugh in his pillow. It's got that fresh lavender scent, and reminds him that there's no way he's going to do laundry by himself this week. That room is dark.

For whatever reason, that makes him laugh more. He hears Andrew move closer, hears the stuttering breath of words kept back, and peeks an eye out. Andrew tends to look kind of constipated when he's trying to say something especially revealing, and Neil has long since stopped telling him he doesn't have to.

Because...Andrew told him it wasn't necessary.

'If I want to say something, I'll say it.'

Neil smiles; he remembers thinking it was such an Andrew answer. So now he waits patiently, letting his giggles fade into staggered huffs.

Moments pass, and then, quietly: "I like it," Andrew says, voice barely above a whisper. It hasn't lost its firmness, its inability to be argued with. "I like that you're scared of something that actually can't ever hurt you."

Neil's smile falls, but he's not upset, not in the slightest.

Andrew's statement from weeks ago feels wrong now. It's Neil that doesn't know what to do with him sometimes.

There's plenty of things Neil is scared of—things that have actually hurt him, ruined and scarred him. Those fears are more deeply ingrained and clawing, impossible to erase completely with a few nights of sleep. He doesn't have to wonder if they're real, how they'd hurt him or how painful it would be.

He knows. He can feel the ghost of a blade often, the searing scent of burning flesh whenever he's near a bonfire or when he touches his scars. He sometimes still wakes up from nightmares of being held down, except this time he's not able to get back up. He's never able to run again.

And as much as Andrew would like to, he can't go and reach into the past to stop those things from happening. The realities are so much more frightening, and that terror has no remedy. Andrew knows that better than anyone.

So maybe it's nice, maybe it's just a little rewarding, to see Neil so scared of fictional aliens and monsters instead. Those are the things that can't hurt him, that can't reach him. Perhaps it's better that they occupy his mind instead so that the other demons do not.

And that's the consideration that has Neil so at a loss; he can't do much more than echo Andrew's name in his head over and over, and scoot closer to him until he's all he can make sense of.

It's quiet, aside from the rain, but now it actually sounds like itself, calm and cleansing.

"Well, yeah," Neil whispers into Andrew's chest, then sits up. He wants to say it more firmly, with no room for doubt. This way even if Andrew doesn't believe him...he knows how Neil feels. "You protected me from all that other stuff, so those fears...they're easier now."

He's never put it into words before, but it's the truth. He'll always have nightmares about knives and guns, about fires and cold, blue eyes. But he knows any new threats that come crawling back from the mafia underworld won't have just him to deal with. He'll have Andrew by his side, fighting.

So he's not as afraid of that.

Andrew's grip around him tightens, a promise that never has to be renewed. Neil knows it's forever in place.

On the other hand...

Neil nudges Andrew sheepishly, tapping his finger right between Andrew's pecs. "I just don't know if you stand a chance against an alien hivemind," Neil admits. Though to be fair, no one does. They're all fucked.

Andrew, after a beat of silence, concedes. "For once, I think you're right."

Neil nearly feels better from that, light and warm, but then Nicky comes back into the room and turns off the lights abruptly, plunging them into darkness.

And suddenly, nothing is okay.

He scoots as far away from the edge as possible, practically pinning Andrew to the wall, but the blond takes everything with a sigh.

He deserves it anyways.

Neil still jumps from any little sound the next few nights, and yes, Andrew has to walk him to the laundry room, but that's alright. The teasing he eventually gets from the rest of the Foxes is more than worth it if he gets to make Andrew hold him extra tight.

The fear eventually fades, diluted, but if he pretends to cling to it a bit longer…no one has to know.

If Andrew catches onto Neil's dramatic, fake flinches and continued unwillingness to go anywhere by himself, well...

He certainly doesn't point it out.

#aftg #all for the game #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten

[naptoons]

Haunt you - brandon arreaga

Warnings: drinking substance, mild language.

Theme: angst

Summary: Brandon regrets breaking up with you for the sake of protecting you, everyday memories of you guys together haunts him, so he decided he’s going to talk to you again and apologize.

A/N: I didn’t proofread, but this song is my current fave atm I’m literally obsessed with it lol. And I saw Brandon fitting this scenario I was in my feels blame the Scorpio in me🥺🤟🏾

You and Brandon were perfect. Every one looked up to y’all as couple goals. You were happy with Brandon, and he was as well with you. Wherever he was you were there. Even Zion would tease y’all and shout “can y’all unstick from each other for two minutes?!” Which ultimately made the both of you blush. Three months into the relationship you’d asked him was he going to introduce you to his fans. Brandon froze up and your question and decided not to answer. From that day forth you haven’t talked to him. Until three weeks later he texted you and broke up with you.

It was hard on you, he never told you why or even tried to talk about it. And that bothered you. But at the same time you thought how could you easily talk about pain? Pain isn’t a buttery smooth topic. Five months passed and you tried to forget about him, throwing yourself into your studies, going outside whenever you felt the need to cry. Texting your friends and practically begging them to come over or hangout with you. Matters didn’t get better when you realized all the members were still following you on Instagram. So you saw all their stories and posts.

Seeing Brandon’s smile made you miss his, made you miss the way his nose slightly crinkled when he smiled. The way his nose ring would constantly shift everytime he laid a kiss on you, caressing his tattoos after both of you came out the shower. The way he would tap your thigh softly while making beats because he wanted you close at all times. It was the little things that made you happy. And now you felt as if you were being greedy and that’s what drove him away from you. Putting on your favorite movie and grabbing your chocolate chip cookies and a bottle of wine. You begin binging the movie. Drinking glass after glass. An hour later the whole bottle was gone.

And your nose was red and your eyelids were puffy, slumped in the covers on your couch. Maybe it was better off this way, he could live his life and travel go on tour do his music. Hell he could get drunk if he wanted too, have one night stands, maybe even find someone whose job is just like his. But you can’t help how badly you want him. Even though you and Brandon have broken up the other members have been texting and checking up on you.

Feeling yourself falling asleep you phone buzzes scaring you , looking at the caller ID you see it’s Zion wanting to FaceTime you. Pulling the covers up to your nose you answer his call. “Hey y/n are you sick?” He asks in a concerned tone

“Having a little allergy problem, that’s all so what’s up?” You ask

“On our way to your house, we’re in town and thought we’d visit, come take you out or something” Zion adds Edwin gets in the camera slightly “y/n!!! We’ve missed you dude” Edwin chimes. You smile, sinking further into the covers.

“I’ve missed you guys too, how are y’all?” You asks

“Pretty great, how’s college going?” Edwin asks

“Sluggish” you giggle, they look at you with furrowed eyebrows “y/n? Are you drunk?” Zion questions you sink your head in the pillow as you start giggling even more but now it’s mixed with salty tears. “We’re on our way y/n” Zion whispers, Zion hangs up the phone as you stand up making your way to the shower, to clean yourself up.

Fifteen minutes later, a knock is at your door, your hair was still semi wet, you step to the side letting them all in, all expect Brandon he wasn’t here. In a way you really wish he was. Just to see how he was doing.

“Y/n? Talk to us, you’ve kinda been ignoring us since...” Zion starts but you cut him off “since we’ve broken up yeah I’m aware, it’s just really hard Zion, getting used to something that isn’t your routine, reverting back to normal, when what was normal before was beautiful” you rant “maybe I’m reminiscing too much on the past and it’s hurting me, but I’m hurting...”

Your voice choked up “I’m hurting cause I’ll never know why” Zion wastes no time pulling you into his arms, followed by the rest of the members wrapping their arms around you. They made you feel a bit better.

They stayed with you for a couple of hours playing board games, screaming at each other in uno, Zion getting real salty about you beating him in Mario kart. Brandon saw all of this through Instagram, seeing that smile it's the way you look, he won't forget it. His friend taps his shoulder making Brandon screenlock his phone.

“Bro you know you still love her, so go tell her” he advises

Brandon shakes his head “no, I can’t but it’s better this way”

His friend chuckles “it’s better for y’all to be miserable and running away from fake fans? Those are the only ones that are going to hate on y’all relationship dude”. Brandon broke up with you because he wanted to save your heart from the ruthless cyber space. He knew that on the internet it can be harsh, and he didn’t want you going through the same thing he does.

He didn’t want a psychopathic liar, twisting things around and making you doubt his love for you. He didn’t want anyone to make a fool out of you. He didn’t want anyone to publicly embarrass you. All he wanted was to see you smile, to see your eyes glisten at him, laugh until y’all turned blue in the face. Cuddle up on the roof at night and paint out fake constellations. It was the little things that haunted him. But he would rather have you away from this dark world than drag you in it.

“Brandon, listen your true fans will support and love you no matter what, look how they treated you and Charlotte. They will do the same with her, and plus if they don’t that’s okay, your family loves her, your friends life her and y’all love each other” his friend further pushes. “So get it through your thick skull and fucking talk to her,get your girl back, hug her kiss her before it’s too late, then it’ll really haunt you”

Brandon nods his head softly knowing one hundred percent his friend was right, texting Zion asking for your address, he grabs his keys rushing to your apartment.

The members left your house an hour ago, leaving you with a sore stomach, they made you laugh, they tried to teach you a dance. You really forgot about your problems for today. But when the moonlight peaked through your curtains. Your emotions would turn detrimental. Your doorbell rings just as you were heading towards your bedroom, confused and startled you wander towards the door, unlocking it you peep your head around seeing the raven haired boy, soaked from head to toe, his glasses glistening from the droplet.

“Brandon?” You question, Brandon weakly smiles at your sudden emotion, you never thought about the day you’d see him again. And now that he’s here your mind is empty. “May I come in?” His voice is soft being careful to think his words through.

“Yeah, of course you’re soaked” you open the door wider letting him step foot on your welcome mat. Closing the door and locking it behind him , Brandon starts taking off his shoes by the door tugging them away in the corner. “Want tea? Don’t want you sick when y’all start recording” you smile remembering how upset Brandon used to get whenever he had a cold and couldn’t record.

Music was his first love you would always tell him, but he’d always argue with you and say “no you’re my first love, stop trying to compete, with something you know you’ll win at”

“Sure, I’ll take your tea, just this time let’s hope you don’t give me diabetes” Brandon jokes

“That was one time !! Ugh” you yell, putting the water in the teapot you turn with the bag, turning around to meet Brandon’s eyes.

“Y/n?” His voice shakes “I’m here to say I’m sorry,you didn’t deserve to be in a toxic relationship, I didn’t deserve to give you pain, and to say I did it because I was scared of what the media would think is beyond fucking stupid” Brandon rarely cursed, and if he did he was serious about it, it had to be something he was passionate about it.

“I know your heart its way beyond being fixed, but I want to try, I want to take my time and heal you, and love you, because y/n I do love you more than I can comprehend, your pain is something I thought about for a while” Brandon reaches for your hand caressing your fingers. “I have a lot more words but I’d rather you hear it” Brandon’s voice vibrates appearing that he may break into tears soon. You nod your head getting the tea off and pouring it into a travel cup, adding in the organic honey and organic sugar, then stir with a spoon.

“I promise it’s not this sweet this time” you smile

“If it is that’s okay, I’ll drink it anyways” Brandon grabs your hand walking towards the door. Putting on his shoes. “What about me I need shoes” you try to turn around but Brandon pulls you closer lifting your legs off the ground.

“No worries your stuff is still at the house” getting outside you lock the door with the keys and he places your phone in his pocket. Running to the car you’re giggling in excitement and a sudden rush of butterflies. He places you in the car, rushing to his side as the rain started to trickledown.

“You’re insane” you giggle

“All because the name of love” he replies smiling

Arriving the the prettymuch house Brandon is holding you as he opens the front door with the key, walking in the house Zion and nick are in the couch. “Hey y’all” you giggle

Zion can’t help but to smile a little “hey” he lets out softly, Brandon smiles back at Zion nodding his head, Zion winks at him and Brandon walks to his room. Placing you down on your feet. You scan his room looking at his new set up, really have changed his sense of style. Brandon grabs your hand sitting you on the chair next to him.

“I can sing better than I can talk, so listen to this” he places his headphones on your head. The guitar begins to strum with the soft vocals of Brandon singing the first lyric of the song “How do I measure up to heights you've been to? How could I ever love you like you're meant to?” Looking at Brandon his fingers tap against the wooden table. Your eyes focused on the fidgeting nerves in my jawline. Sooner or later the chorus comes around.

“Never thought something so beautiful could haunt you Haunt you, haunt you”

You could feel the emotions in this song. Yeah you know he didn’t write it but he sung it as if he did, because it was meant for you to hear. After the song is done you look Brandon in the eyes. Hes biting his nails aching at your sudden response. He wasn’t prepared for your words. You sit on his lap cupping his head. “Brandon, my heart isn’t past broken it’s still trying to heal, and I’m scared, I’ve wished for this day I wished for this conversation, but I don’t know what to say”

Brandon’s eyes sparkling into euphoria, you can tell he’s still in love with you, but you were scared of what may happen. “Brandon I’m really scared” you whisper

“I’m sorry I made you scared baby, but I just wanted it to be known that my actions weren’t the way I truly felt, I still and will always love you” Brandon kisses your cheeks, his hand rubbing your back softly. “Would you like me to take you back home?” Brandon asks you.

“No, I wanna stay here and work it out with my boyfriend” you blurt out, Brandon widen his eyes up at you trying to calm the nerves laugh building up in his throat “I’m scared but I wanna give it chance, Brandon I still love you a lot and if theirs a chance of maybe reconnecting I’ll give it a go” you giggle caressing the nape of his neck “but can we take it slow?”

“Slow burns are all I want with you” Brandon mumbles pulling you into a soft kiss wrapping his arms around your waist,lifting you up the both of you lay down on the bed. You in his chest with one leg on top of his. “You know if I fuck this up Zion said he would beat my ass?” Brandon laughs

“Really? Zion has feelings?” You laugh caressing his jawline with your fingernails, Brandon nods his head falling into your trance while rubbing the tips of y’all noses together “I’ve missed you so much” you whisper

“I’ve missed you more babylove, so much” Brandon hums on your ear laying kisses from your ear to your lips “and I love you” Brandon just spills his body tensing at the words that flew out. you just giggling kissing his lips on last time. “I love you too honey”

#prettymuch #prettymuch imagines #brandon arreaga #brandon arreaga concepts #brandon imagines

[jj-lynn21]

The calling chapter 2

Warnings/notes: some horror movie elements. Light flirting. This is turning out to be way more tame from what I have been writing so far. I am part way through writing Ch 3 which will be with Tom Holland in a 60s theme scene. Special quick appearance by Tom and Sebastian in this Chapter but mostly Bill.

ch 1 ch  3 ch 4

You load into a transport van and head to set. When you get out you look around to see all the equipment setup. Then your eyes see Bill Skarsgard dabbing at what looks like his bloody hands. You quickly look away as your heart does a conga in your chest.

“Who’s not afraid or squeamish around blood?” The P.A. asked.

You try not to sound as excited as some others, “I’m good with it. I’ve been covered with fake dirt before so fake blood shouldn’t be much worse.”

Others are jumping up and down saying, “I would do anything.” And “I love blood.” “pick me.”

The P.A.’s walkie goes off. He looks to you, “The director wants you to see Rick over in the green tent. He will get you ready to film and show you where to go and what to do. As for the rest of you back to holding for a bit longer. They are not ready to shoot outside the set yet.”

You go to the green tent. There are about seven people inside. You look around before you said, “I’m looking for Rick?”

A tall dark-haired man, maybe about 6ft 2in., with a beer belly and beard walks over to you. “I’m Rick. You’re our victim today?”

“I guess I am,” You laugh.

“Alright then.” He smiled. “Just sit right down in here.” He showed you to a seat in front of what looked like a make-up chair. “What I am going to do is dabble a bit of blood type mixture on your hair and face. Not too much because we need to wash it off after this scene to shoot the scene before it. Then I will take you over to where the scene will be. Do you have any acrobatic training?”

“No, I don’t,” You said nervously. “Don’t be nervous. They are just going to tie you up and make it look like you are hanging from a meat hook.”

“Sounds like loads of fun,” You smile as he starts putting the blood on you.

He keeps talking to everyone as he is working, “This actor is one of the best I’ve seen in a while. He is in it when he is filming. Mean and evil as fuck...Oh sorry Miss.”

“I’m fine,” You said keeping a polite smile. “so, I will probably really be scared of him?”

“Only why he is filming,” Rick said. “Between takes his personality completely changes. The nicest guy you could ever get to talk to. It’s like he can switch it on and off. It was a pleasure putting his look together. You will be fine Miss.” He looks at how you look. “I think this will work. Now I’ll take you inside the set.”

You get inside the building. Its colder and you assume fake racks of meat hang in a row. One empty hanger in the middle. Two guys and a woman walk over to you and Rick.

“Hello, my name is Liz,” The woman said. “This is Charlie and Sasha. We will be hooking you up to a pully system to hold you on the hook. We will make you as comfortable as possible. A gag will be around you that can be taken out between takes. You just react in the first take and we will go from there.”

“Sure,” you said in a high-pitched way meaning, I have no clue what I got myself into now and I’m not sure at all I will be able to do this.

They attach straps around your waist, under your arms and between your legs. Then attached pullies on the straps. Then put a green slip over everything so they can add some kind of CGI later.

“You ready to fly?” Sasha said.

Again, you said, “sure.”

They hoist you up and put the real looking plastic hook through the green material. The gag was placed in your mouth.  Hands tied behind your back.

“When the director says action just be scared however you see fit for the first take.,” Charlie said. “Just when you feel something slide up your body your dead.”

You nod. Bill steps in the room. Your heart pounds ready to give this all you got. You bite down on the cloth gag. Several people surround Bill talking to him and touching up his look. He glances at you. Eyes scanning you. No emotion on his face. You hear someone say, “fresh meat.” Bill chuckles and glances at the papers he is holding.  He hands them off. Cracks his neck. His back towards you.

“Quiet on set,” the A.D. calls.

“Action,” You hear from farther away.

You start to struggle with your hands. As Bill as his character walks into your eye frame you scream, eyes wide a wicked sexy smirk on his. His eyes narrow on yours. You feel his warm breath.

“I’m going to make things right.” He growls.

Tears slink down your face from the lights beating down on the scene. Your heart beats out of your chest. It’s exhilarating. You feel the point of something pushing on your sternum pulling downward. You struggle a second more and stop hanging your head down, eyes wide in horror.

The director yells, “CUT!”

Bill takes the gag out of your mouth when you look up, “You alright?”

“Hell, that was insane.” You took a deep breath, let it out quickly. “I’m sorry, are you alright?”

He chuckles, “Always, ready to do it again?”

You nod yes and he puts the gag back on you seconds before the A.D. said, “Places.”

You started to sweat more with each take with the heat of the lights and the menacing heat coming off Bill when he came up to carve you. Once you laughed as he hit a ticklish spot. When you could talk you apologized to him.

“Sorry about that.” You said. “You hit a ticklish spot.”

“I’ll be more fucking careful,” Bill snapped as he paced back and forth in front of you. He stopped, looked at you and blinked. “Uh what did you say exactly?”

“Not important Bill,” You smiled. “Your doing great. Scary as Hell.”

He blushes, “Thanks um sorry I didn’t catch your name.”

You tell him your name. The scene is shot about a dozen more times with different camera angles before they call lunch. With your stomach gurgling you are glad. A transport takes you back to holding. You and the others wait until the crew gets their food before its your turn at the pasta bar. Fettuccini, spiral or spaghetti pastas with alfredo, meat sauce or marinara with salad and bread sticks were served buffet style.

You sit back with your friends. Chat about what you got to do a little without sounding to excited about it which is nearly impossible. You really wanted to say, you always dreamed of Bill having you tied up in a similar way but not to kill you, but you kept that your dirty little secret.

When you checked your phone there was information about tomorrows call time and what to wear. Bell bottom jeans if you had them. Or long flowy skirt. Peasant top, t-shirt or tank top. Some photos of 60s styles were attached to look at along with address and where to park.

After lunch the whole group went to set in two shuttles. When you were separated into several groups to be walking in different directions through town. You and your friend Katie were put together for the scene.

“We need you two girls to cross here when Action is called,” The P.A. told you both. “When you see Bill’s Character just giggle because you think he is the handsomest man in town.”

“Because he is,” Katie said. You both giggled for real.

“Just like that girls,” He said.

Well, this was going to be easy.

You took your places. When action was called you walked. Bill winked at you. That started the giggles rolling good. No acting needed. They were satisfied after just five takes of this. The sun was disappearing. You and Katie were chatting and laughing about how easy and fun this was to shoot. Then she leaned in close.

“We will switch places in just one moment so you can confirm what I am seeing.” She whispered. “A few feet behind you off camera Tom Holland and Sebastian Stan are watching us film.”

“Are you serious?” You said quietly. She nodded yes. “I bet they are here to support Bill’s scenes. How nice.”

You both laugh as you switch positions. You see what she was seeing and nod to her she was correct.

The P.A. comes over to the two of you, “Alright ladies, we have one more scene for you both. It’s getting late so hopefully this doesn’t take to long. We just need you to part ways at the corner. Bill’s character will grab his victim covering her mouth with a chloroform-soaked rag, so she doesn’t fight long. It will bleed into the scene we shot earlier. Sound good?

You said, “Sure.”

Katie said, “No, problem.”

The stunt coordinator, Ken, works with you and Bill on how he will be grabbing you as Katie watches from the sidelines. The first time Bill grabs you from behind to check for balance you start laughing. He chuckles to.

“Ok you two.” Ken said, “This is not going to be a romantic comedy.”

You blush. “I guess I should scream instead of laughing.”

Bill grins wickedly, “Oh I won’t give you time to scream before I cover that pretty pout of yours. I wouldn’t want your friend to hear you at all.”  

His look is menacing as you just stare a moment.

“Let’s try a walk through with you coving her mouth Bill,” Ken said. “Who has the rag?”

Someone hands him the rag, He hands it to Bill.

“Take ten steps and grab her,” Ken looks to you. “Try not to tense before he grabs you. That will show on camera that you knew he was there. You have no clue anyone is following you.”

You nod ok. Shake your body out a bit to get any tension out looking away from everyone. Bill cracks his neck. Licks his lips. Makeup person rushes over to touch you up. You go to your mark with Katie.

Katie said, “You are having entirely to much fun.”

“I know, right,” You grin.

“And action,” The A.D. yells.

You walk to the corner and Katie walks off out of frame. You take ten more steps. Bill grabs you rougher than practiced. You gasp right before his hand with the cloth goes over your mouth. You try to let your body go limp in his arms trusting he can hold you completely. He swoops you up, tosses you over his shoulder and walks until cut is called.

Bill sets you back on your feet, “Told you, you wouldn’t have time to scream.”

“I barely had time to breath when you grabbed me,” You told him. “I was almost as surprised as my character should have been.”

“Good,” He turned away to go back to his mark as reset was called.

Bill grabbed you a bit different each take to keep an element of surprise going and your reaction perfectly stunned. A few times it was less than the ten steps you took before he had you. You really had to calm yourself before each take because you couldn’t go into it with such a quick heartbeat. It was kind of exhilarating. By the end you were exhausted.

When the day was wrapped Bill gave you a little hug, “Good job today. You made my job easier.”

“Thanks, you were amazing,” Your eyes fluttered as you smiled at him.

He walked off. Was shaking his head a little. Maybe just trying to shake off the character or something else. You and Katie were the last extras to sign out for the evening. When you got home you took a quick shower. Got some cloths together you thought would work, set you alarm for 4am and crashed out.

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[mustafaalifics]

The Lottery

Title: The Lottery

Summary: Mustafa Ali runs into an old friend after a Smackdown Live show

Archive Warnings: None

 Smackdown Live was in Cleveland and we had seats right by the entrance ramp. It was the end of June and it was hot as hell, and I didn’t particularly care to be trapped in a crowd of screaming sweaty people. That, and watching a live wrestling show made me uncomfortable—angry, was more like it. It was a painful reminder of what my life could’ve been, my hopes and dreams that had been crushed by the weight of reality.

It was my daughter’s tenth birthday and she was a huge Charlotte Flair fan, so I could suck it up for one night to make my daughter happy. Besides, my mother paid a lot of money for these tickets so I figured I should stop pouting and just enjoy myself. As I was starting to get into the show, Mustafa Ali’s theme music hit. My insides tightened and twisted. I briefly forgot that he was on the Smackdown Live roster, which was I don’t know how I forgot. I could never forget him. I had never forgotten Adeel Alam.

I was originally from Chicago, and I grew up a huge wrestling fan. I trained and worked hard, and eventually got into the indie circuit. That’s where I met Adeel. His ring work was impressive, even back then. I loved watching him work, and one day he noticed me watching and started a conversation. That conversation lead to several more, and before we knew it we were the best of friends. We would perform then go pig out on burgers and greasy fries, or go back to my tiny apartment to watch DVD copies of Wrestlemania. Of course this was all in between work shitty jobs and taking college courses, just in case this wrestling thing didn’t work out.

“You know, we have a better chance of winning the state lottery than we do making it to WWE.” I said to him one day after a show.

Adeel just smiled at me. It was that bright, optimistic smile that was just contagious. “We’ll make eventually. We just have to keep trying.”

That was 11 years ago. Adeel had made it, he was living his best life—dream job, loving wife, beautiful children, fans that admired and adored him. I was happy for him, truly—he was a great guy who deserved every moment of this. I just couldn’t help but feel the tiniest sting of envy. I was a single parent working a desk job, making a decent wage but most of the time I was at my wit’s end. Bouts of depression and crippling anxiety left me wrecked, both mentally and physically. I worked out when I could. I wasn’t overweight but I definitely gained some weight since the last time he saw me.

I hadn’t seen him in 11 years, and the last time we saw each other was very awkward to say the least. I had made the decision to move to Cleveland with my mom to help take care of my sick grandparents. I tried working the indie circuit there but bookings were few and far between. I got pregnant by a guy a few months after moving to Cleveland and ended up dropping wrestling altogether. It sucked but hey, that’s life I guess. The night before I left Adeel and I went for one last pig out session and a movie. I always thought there was a little something between us, but neither of us acted on it. Whether it was out of fear of ruining our friendship or just plain being busy, nothing ever happened. So I was taken by surprised we ended up hooking up that night. The intimacy was amazing and the sex was great, but when morning came we both had no idea what to do or say, so I just said goodbye with a quick hug and kiss on his cheek. I never saw him again until that moment.

As he made his way to the ring I suddenly felt very self-conscious about my outfit and mentally scolded myself for wearing a tank top and yoga pants. I actually put on a tank top and fucking yoga pants as if I was lounging around my house. I immediately crossed my arms over my stomach and put my head down in attempt to not be noticed by him. It was too late, though. I heard people around me screaming and looked up to see Adeel directly in front of me. He had his light up mask on but I knew he was smiling. That man could smile with his eyes.

Neither of us said anything. He just waved at me then ran into the ring. He was even better in the ring that I remembered. He was amazing to watch, and I was flooded with so many fond memories.  When it was all over and he won his match, he came back over. My heart beat wildly in my chest as he high fived my daughter then turned his attention to me. He leaned over the barrier and hugged me. I felt tingles roll up my spine as I hugged him back. The fans around me were screaming at the top of their lungs so he had to press his lips to me ear and whisper, “Meet me at the steakhouse down the street in two hours?” I nodded and he took off for the locker room.

I dropped off my daughter with my mom and met Adeel at the steakhouse. I made sure I changed my outfit and did something decent with my hair before I got there. I even threw on a little bit of makeup so I wouldn’t look a mom zombie—a mombie. I arrived a whole half an hour early, because my anxiety wouldn’t let me be normal. He arrived right on time, freshly showered and looking amazing. His hair was still wet and thrown into a bun at the top of his head, making me roll my eyes.

“You and your perfect hair.” I said with a scowl.

He grinned and ran a hand over his hair. “You’ve always been a hater.”

I rolled my eyes and laughed. “Maybe just a little.”

Adeel laughed and pulled me into a hug. He felt warm and smelled so good. “You look great, Syd.”

“I don’t, but thanks.” I replied.

He pulled back and looked at me sternly. “You do. Now come on and let me buy you a steak.”

The restaurant was nice and not too crowded, which I was a huge relief. Then we were sat by a window, which made my anxiety flair up again. I tried to keep my face neutral, but I realized I was failing miserably when Adeel called me out. “Are you okay, Syd?”

“Yeah, I’m totally fine.” I replied with the best smile I could muster. I opened the menu and looked down, hoping to hide my face.

“No you’re not. You look….are you uncomfortable?” He asked incredulously.

“No, no, it’s not not that!” I struggled to find an explanation, but ultimately my brain failed me and I just confessed. “Yeah, I am—but its not you! It’s other people. I—I—don’t want anyone taking pictures of us together and posting them on the internet. You know how people like to gossip and spread rumors. I know you’re married and have kids and I just don’t want to cause you any trouble.”

Adeel stared at me for a second, then burst out laughing. “I’m not that famous, Syd! Trust me, the paparazzi aren’t chasing me down for my picture!”

I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks as my face turned red. I felt like an idiot. “I’m sorry. I feel so stupid…”

He reached over and grabbed my hand. “Hey, don’t feel stupid. I get it, it’s a perfectly understandable fear. Thank you for considering my reputation. And don’t worry, my wife knows I’m here with you. I told her everything.”

“Everything?” I asked. I didn’t exactly mean to say it, but I kind of felt it would be better addressed early on and release some of the pressure in my head.

He withdrew his hand from mine and folded his hands on the table in front of him. “You mean did I tell her that you and I had sex over a decade ago? No, I didn’t. I don’t think it matters at this point in our lives.”

My heart dropped a little at hearing him say that, but I plastered on a fake smile. “You’re right, it was a long time ago. It doesn’t matter anymore. We had fun and we moved on.”

“Sydney—”

“Can we get some wine? I think we need some wine—or a beer?”

For a moment it looked as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately he just smiled and nodded. “Yeah, beer sounds great.”

We spend the next hour and a half eating and talking like we used to. We talked about old friends, wrestling, and our families. He talked about his life with so much joy and pride. He practically glowed as he talked about becoming a husband, becoming a cop, a father and ultimately a WWE Superstar. He was so enthusiastic as he told stories about the things he experienced and the people he encountered. I was genuinely happy for him, and proud of the man he had become. I could listen to him talk forever, but he stopped and stared at me.

“Holy shit, I just realized I’ve been talking about myself this whole time.” He said, looking guilty.

“Oh no—please continue. Your life has been way more interesting than mine. I’m living vicariously through you.” I laughed, and he looked sad. “Don’t give me that look, Adeel. I’m fine. I know I’m not living my dream but I’m okay.”

“I know. You’re tough, Syd. I just always pictured us doing this together, that’s all.”

“You feel like you left me behind?” I asked. He nodded. “Don’t. Yeah, life sucks at times and I’m still a little bitter about what could have been, but I have a decent job and a happy and healthy daughter. I’ll get over myself eventually.” This time I reached over and grabbed his hand. “I’m just happy that one of us got to win the lottery. I’m happy of you, I’m proud of you, and you deserve this. Keep showing the world that heart.”

He gave my hand a squeeze. “Thanks, Syd.”

I smiled, then sighed. “Look, I hate to eat and run but I need to go home. I’ve got to work in the morning.”

“Yeah, me too. My flight is pretty early tomorrow.” Adeel said. “Can I walk you to your car?”

He paid and we made that short trip to the car in silence. We didn’t need to talk. We both knew what was about to happen. There would be no empty promises about keeping in touch, no half-ass attempts at getting together for dinner. Our lives were way too different and too busy for that. We had our moment in the sun and now it was over, our ships had finally passed. Only this time there was no awkward hug and no weird kiss on the cheek. Our hug was long and meaningful, and when we pulled back he kissed me on my forehead.

“That night did mean something, Syd. It was special.”

“Yeah, for me too.”

We exchanged one last smile before I got into my car. “Take care of yourself, Syd.”

“You too, Prince Mustafa Ali.”

I could hear him laughing a little as I drove off. He watched me until I was out of his sight, which he always did. I cried a little as I made my way home, but they were happy tears. I knew I most likely would never see my old friend again, but at least this time we got to say a proper goodbye.

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[fangirlingincamouflage]

Blind Hope: Chapter 4

NickTitle: Blind Hope Author: Rosie Dayze Word Count: 1376 Pairing: Nick Jakoby x Reader Rating: PG-13 Themes: Angst, Plot, affectionate frustration Disclaimer: I do not own Nick Jakoby, he is the intellectual property of Netflix Originals. I make no money from this fanfiction. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Assault and Battery, Injuries, unwanted sexual advances.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Dinner is a stop at a food truck just outside the theater. As the cold night closes in, you order streetside tacos and bottled drinks, he goes for tortas. His arm slinks shyly around you and you lay your head on his shoulders as the nights of the city flicker on. The movie is formulaic, and riddled with tropes, but you find yourself not caring because he is right there beside you. The broadness of his shoulder skims against yours as you both reach for the same pile of snacks that he insisted on picking up. Every now and then you turn your head to catch him looking at you like you are priceless, and he can't believe that you are here.

The smile you give him tells him that you can't believe it either.

“Is the date over?” he asked when the credits rolled.

“It doesn't have to be.”

Desert came next, stopping by yet another late night food truck where massive waffles were piled high with sugar and jellies and whipped cream. There is not clean way to eat it, you realize as you two take a seat on the edge of a drizzling fountain.

“Of all the places you'd want to go for vacation,” you say as you navigate the best corner to attack your late night waffle from. “And you pick Alaska?”

“I like the cold,” he admits, swirling a practically useless fork through sugary foam.“And the snow.”

“What are you doing in LA?”

“Eating waffles.”

You laugh, and he smiles.

“I like your laugh,” he tells you. “You laugh like you mean it.”

“With you? I do.”

The look he gives you borders on awe.

“What?” you ask. “What is it?”

“I think you are magic,” he whispers, like he's afraid to say it out loud. “I don't mean like wands or elves or Brights, I mean like...like-” He looks down, and you don't even think he's seeing the slow escape of a single strawberry. “Like the kind of magic that comes from a perfect BBQ or piles of snow. It's...it's all natural.”

You bite you lip. “You need to stop asking your partner for advice, Nick. You make a person feel special all on your own.”

“Yeah?” He perks up.

“Yes.” His ears flick as he smiles and you barely resist the urge to reach out and touch them. “So. You like the cold, and the snow.”

“Yeah, I mean, can't you just imagine it? Waking up one morning to a deep gray sky, a fire roaring in one of those big cast iron stoves. A pile of blankets and-” He cuts off, seeming to realize he's rambling. “I just like the idea is all. Why? Where would you go for a...a dream vacation?”

You find yourself thinking about Alaska. It was not number one on your list of potential vacation destinations, but now that you have listened to Nick describe it you find you can't quite stop thinking about it. “Well, Alaska doesn't sound horrible.”

“You don't have to say that.”

“You're right, I don't...but I just did. I mean, okay, so, sure. Most people might choose Disneyland or Milan, or Japan as their dream vacation destination, but you, darling, you went for non traditional. And that? I like.”

Nick leans in for a kiss. Your body goes warm, tingling from lips to toes in anticipation. Your eyes are already half closed when you realize that he isn't moving in any further. In fact, he's pulled away. Confused, and a little embarrassed, you open your eyes again and look around.

“What's wrong?” you ask.

His gaze is fixated not on you, but behind. The warmth from them is gone, replaced instead by something distant and uncomfortable. There is a line of visible tension running through his shoulders. A spike of uncertainty spears through you.

“Nick?”

“I smell gunmetal.”

Your uncertainty devolves into fear. You freeze, uncertain what to do, if anything. Just having a gun can't be a problem, right? It's America. Lots of people own guns. You try to comfort yourself with this, but there is something about the look on Nick's face that tells you the comfort of statistics is not going to help much in this situation.

“Jakoby,” a deep, guttural voice says.

“Hello, Isaac.” Nicks words are stilted. His fingers flex around the cup of waffle that he holds.

“You know this Unblooded?” a lighter, but no less guttural voice asks.

Nick's lips form a stark, empty line. He remains still as stone.

A group of orcs saunters around you. At first glance there is a distinct similarity about them, not just in clothing choices; though they must all shop at the same place, but in the pattern of their spots, and the shape of their eyes. They are related, you decide, and, by the length of their sharp teeth, blooded.

“We all know this one,” another orc says. “He's the cop.”

A hiss of contempt ripples through the group. Blue lips peel back to reveal chomping teeth.

“Unblooded and badged,” the smallest of them says. Her eyes, lined with the brightest blue you've ever seen, flick up and down Nick dismissively. The thick, golden earrings that dangle from her lobes glitter as her head tilts in your direction. “And mixing.”

You hear a sharp intake of breath. It's your own. Anger, unexpected and hot, flares through you.  You don't know who these people are, but they are making Nick uncomfortable and you do not like that. The only thing that keeps you in your seat is knowing that at least one of them is carrying a gun.

Nick shifts his weight, and somehow you find his shoulder is in front of yours. It's not much, the smallest of movements, but it speaks volumes on its own. Other than that, he remains completely still. They notice.

“Look at that,” Isaac snorts. “Showing some teeth.”

“Come on guys. We don't have to do this.” Nick shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

“Shara, how bad does an orc have to be that he can't even get another round tooth to look at him?”

Shara's runs her tongue across her teeth. “Pretty bad.”

“Can't even shoot for elf flesh. Gotta settle for human.” Isaac makes a sound that comes out like a snarl. “But it's always been like this for you, hasn't it Jakoby? Always chasing after humans. Trying to dress, like them, act like them. Even tried to take one to prom. What was her name?” Isaac steps forward, his eyes glittering and angry. There is a chip on the side of one of his long teeth, making it look jagged, and sharp. A thick lattice chain with a symbol you don't recognize glitters around his neck. “Laura? Barbra?”

“Becky.” Nick says, growling out the name. “Her name was Becky.”

“You know,” one of the others says, reaching out with a thick fingered hand to tug at the collar of your shirt. “This one isn't so bad for a human. Nice skin.” He brushes his finger over your cheek. You yank back.

Nick surges to his feet, and it's this action that everyone seems to have been waiting for. A circle forms around him, shoulder to shoulder, blocking you out. You stumble, your waffle falling to the ground.

“Hey!” you shout.

“What are you going to do, Unblooded?” Isaac demands, ignoring you. “You gonna show teeth?”

Nick's jaw clenches until the speckles on his cheeks go pale, but he says nothing. You can see his hands clench and unclench. There is a trembling anger there and you wonder what would happen if it snapped.

“Course he wont,” Shara's voice drips with disgust. “Not even for his piece of flesh.”

Your name leaves Jakoby's lips. He says it softly at first, barely more than a whisper.

“What was that?” Isaac demands, “What did you just say?”

“That is my date, not a piece of flesh.” Jakoby's lips twist upwards. “And my date has a name.” He repeats it again, and this time it comes out as a snarl.

“What the fuck do I care what your date's name is? All that matters, Jakoby, is that you made the mistake of walking down this street, dressed like a fucking elf, with a piece of human flesh-”

You aren't sure who is more surprised by the strike; you, Nick, or the gathered orcs. But Nick's swing connects with Isaac's cheek with a resounding strike. Isaac's head snaps to the side. A spray of blood gets caught against his teeth, turning them from pearl white to angry red.

There is a moment of absolute motionlessness. You forget to breathe. You don't completely understand the complexities of what's going on, but you know enough to know that what Jakoby just did broke some kind of rule. The circle of orcs all look at him like he just stepped on a mouse for fun.

“You drew my blood,” Isaac says, disbelieving.

Nick's eyes are wide. He looks at his still closed fist and the spattering of blood that dapples the leaden blue. He looks up. Your gazes meet and you can see the regret that fills them.

Isaac's strike catches Nick in the stomach, doubling him over. A second hit to the back of his head sends Nick to the ground. Someone's foot flies out, connecting with his jaw. Blood and spittle come out in a high arc, landing on damp concrete. Shara's fist slams into Nick's ear. After that the strikes come in quick, ugly succession. The sound of fists slamming into flesh becomes a terrible drumming. You keep waiting for Nick to fight back, but he doesn't. He takes every hit without more than a grunt of pain.

“Stop it! Stop!” you cry, but they don't hear you. No one seems to.

You spin in a circle, looking for someone, anyone to step in and help. But all you see are uncomfortable looks and diverted gazes. One lone teen is capturing the entire incident on his phone. When he sees you looking he smiles, abashed, and runs off.

“Remember your place, Unblooded!” Isaac is snarling as his fist come down again and again on Nick's back. “Remember what you are.”

Nick can't answer, there is blood spilling from between his lips. His hands are planted on the ground, his head bowed as if he is receiving benediction rather than a beating. A heavy foot slams into his back, driving him flat against the ground.

“Nick?” you call, unable to help yourself. “God, Nick!”

He doesn't look up. You dive for him, and Shara catches you. With incredible strength she shoves you backwards, her lips twisted into an ugly grin. Unable to stop yourself, you throw your body towards Nick again. Shara, faster than you expected, catches you for a second time. Her hands dig into your shoulders, giving you a hard shake of warning.

“This one has more fire than Jakoby.” She turns and spits at him. Her eyes meet yours. “You deserve better than an unwanted round tooth.”

She shoves you back before you can answer. You stumble, landing hard on the ground. Your head connects with the side of the fountain, and all you can see before your vision starts to go blurry is a single, whip cream dappled strawberry falling into the fountain.

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