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princessmisery666 · 2 years ago

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made-up fic title: Yours to Hold

Summary: Dean lives in a fantasy that isn’t that far from the truth.

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: angst.

W/C: 790

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Unnamed female (she/her - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Notes: follow on to Part-Time Soulmate & Love-Blind Haze

A/N: Thank you, Yvette, for the inspiration. Seems fitting your challenge inspired the first two, and your ask inspired this.

Beta: @deanwinchesterswitch // as always thank you so much. Mistakes belong to me.

Graphics: Dividers: @talesmaniac89 // title card made by me.

Master Lists: Made Up Fic Titles // Supernatural // Main

The invitation was stuck to her fridge by a cupcake-shaped magnet. Dean had been seeking cream, but upon reading the charmingly designed invitation, he’d exchanged the coffee mug for a tumbler and filled it with rich amber liquid instead of bitter black.

‘Plus one’ seemed to glare like a torch light shining directly in his eyes. The date and names held no significance to him. He didn’t know if they were friends or family or if she was invited on behalf of the bride or groom. He didn’t care.

Except that he did.

He should have recognized the names. They obviously held some significance to her if they were close enough to invite her to their wedding. His stomach twisted with guilt, but he burned it away with a sip of whiskey.

Plus one.

Did she have someone to go with, or would she go solo? He knew enough that she wouldn’t be self-conscious or embarrassed to attend alone. She celebrated happiness every chance she got - being dateless wouldn’t hold her back.

But what if Dean was holding her back? What if showing up unannounced and sporadically kept her from seeking a person to whom her friends could attach a name to that ‘plus one’ instead of an open invite? Or maybe she had someone, but it was too new, and they didn’t want to put the name on the formal invite in case it didn’t work out.

A large gulp finished the glass, but it barely doused the envious fire churning in his gut. Questions rattled around in his mind, and as the clock ticked over, he began to resent her. He came here to quiet his mind, rid himself of doubts, and turn down the noise. But that invitation was like an irritatingly catchy pop song he couldn’t get out of his head.

He saw her descend the stairs in his peripheral, and her step faltered when she saw him. He was usually gone by now, he’d slip out before the sun rose, or she left him sleeping when she went to work, but she’d always leave a note. Some version of, ‘Help yourself to anything you need.’ But he’d already done that, taking what he needed from her. ‘Will be back around six,’ He always read that as ‘make yourself at home,’ but he never did, and he was never there when she returned.

She stopped short of entering the kitchen. Folding her arms over her chest, she leaned against the doorframe, watching him in the low light of the rising sun.

He sipped his drink, wishing he’d left when he’d had the chance and that he was stronger. He should be stronger. Should find another outlet to quiet his mind and slow the world down. But other than illegal narcotics, she was the only thing to ever succeed in letting him shut the world out.

Slowly, she approached him, a hesitant caution to each step. She ran her fingers through his hair, asking, “What’s wrong?”

And just like that, she’d reminded him why he was so weak when it came to her. He didn’t need to be stronger. He needed broader shoulders to bear the weight – of the pain he caused her, the danger he brought to her doorstep.

He responded only to close his eyes as she raked her fingers through his hair. She repeated the motion, soothing him, and he soon forgot she’d ever asked him a question.

Gently she tipped his head up, and whatever she saw when he opened his eyes made her brow knit together as if she was taking on whatever pain he felt as her own. Yet, she knew him well enough to save her breath in repeating the question and instead changed the subject, “How’s the whiskey taste?”

Like I’m about to tell you how I feel.

He reached up to cup her cheek and drew her down to his lips in answer to the question. She washed his mouth of the taste, and he accepted every sweep of her tongue with a contented hum.

For a moment, he surrendered to the fantasy, wondering if she’d kiss him like that if family and friends surrounded them at the end of a flower-lined aisle.

To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse.

Those vows had never been said aloud. Hell, they’d never declared any feelings, but they’d been engraved in kisses, exchanged in rapturous worship of their flesh, and promised amongst delicate caresses.

Breathlessly, she pulled away, keeping her eyes on his, a pained scowl that he imagined was a reflection of his. “What’s wrong?” she asked again.

Everything. He forced a smile, “Nothing.”

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Dean Winchester: @deandreamernp / @katbratsupernaturalwhore / @lyarr24/ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

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just-jordie-things · 4 years ago

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The Crown - Steve Harrington

word count: 4462 warnings: dedicated to @high-functioning-fangirl02 <3

You’d give your life to protect these kids.

These kids you’ve known since you started babysitting them in the sixth grade. Back when Mrs Henderson hired you to watch Dustin. Which essentially meant that you’d watch all of them. But that was alright, over the past seven years of being their designated babysitter, you’d grown to love them all.

Mike Wheeler, the snarky little love-struck shit that you spent grieving with since losing Eleven. Lucas Sinclair, the sweet boy with the occasional attitude whom you helped construct his Ghostbusters costume. Will Byers, the full time sweetheart that made you cookies for Valentine’s Day after hearing you complain about being dateless. And of course Dustin, cute little button nosed Dusty with a trash mouthing tendency, whom looked up to you like a role model.

Hell, you were their role model. Driving them to and from school, covering for them on late nights so they could finish their D&D tournaments. Fiercely protecting them a year ago when Hawkins was Demogorgon infested. Standing up for them when you’d see some upperclassmen picking on them.

Those who dared glance the wrong way towards The Party in your presence, were rumored to run home crying with a bleeding nose and terrified shriek. You never put down the rumors… because maybe it had happened once or twice…

Over time The Party was no longer just a band of middle schoolers. It had opened up to their babysitter, being you, a senior girl who had not many other friends. Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, which the boys always claimed was strictly because of family relations. Not because Dustin was still harbouring a crush for Mike’s older sister. The town Sheriff, Jim Hopper, who’d proved himself not to be an asshole, and turned out an alright guy. Joyce Byers, whom you loved like a mother and whom treated you like her own daughter. You’d frequently been titled ‘the daughter she wished to have had’ which always raised a snarky response from her sons. Maxine (just Max. Never Maxine) Hargrove, a high spirited and not your typical girl that you grew fond of easily. Especially since she was nothing like her big brother.

And then there was Steve Harrington. Who… really just was at the wrong place at the wrong time and ended up getting roped into the mess that Hawkins Lab had created. King Steve, as you’d known him before you’d officially met last year by fluke accident, was always the popular boy that had a pretty girl hanging off his arm. You weren’t sure why that changed so quickly, why he didn’t put himself out there as much as he used to, didn’t party hard anymore, wasn’t bragging about the new girl he was with that week like he was known for. Maybe that day, when he walked into the Wheeler’s house right as you Nancy and Jonathan were awaiting the Demogorgon’s arrival, maybe he changed then.

Or maybe it was after he’d been sucked into… whatever this all was… and he changed to keep the secret. Or maybe it was after Nancy had broken up with him, around the same time he started growing closer to Dustin.

But right now as you watched him directing the kids, you were more aware that he wasn’t King Steve anymore, that you had been before. Sure, you’d realized somewhere along the way he was different. But it wasn’t until now that you noticed it completely as it was.

“No listen you little shits, no one, is going anywhere” Steve ordered, holding a wash rag in his hand and pointing it between each of the boys, and girl, that stood in front of him.

“Friggin’ pointless just staying here” Dustin grumbled, walking out of the room whilst still muttering. Mike groaned loudly, dramatically, and left to the living room with Max and Lucas. You knew that he was still plotting you get out there tonight. Consequences and dangers be damned.

You looked to Steve with a sigh, a lazy smile on your lips as you walked past him to go after Dustin. He watched you go, letting out a breath as well as he put his hands on his hips and standing alone in the hall with his thoughts.

He’d give his life to protect these kids.

“Dusty?” You called gently as you walked into the kitchen, seeing Dustin sitting on the floor against the dishwasher. Your brows furrowed as you sat across from him by the cabinets. “You alright kiddo?”

“Would I be sitting in here brooding if I was?” He quipped, though you knew he meant well.

“Sweetheart you’re too adorable to be a brooder” You laughed softly, pulling your knees up slightly. “A pouter maybe, but not a brooder”

“Thanks y/n” He responded dryly. You rolled your eyes in response to his sarcasm.

“Come on kid, open up a little. It’s me” Your words were soft, which did prompt Dustin to consider explaining to you his thoughts. “Please? If we make it out of this alive I’ll take you to the arcade. I’ve got a big jar full of quarters I’ve saved up-”

“Okay okay I’ll take the bribe” Dustin caved with a laugh that made your mood lighten. “Look it’s gonna sound lame and cheesy but… everyone else is helping. Jonathan and Nance and Mrs Byers and Hopper and Elle, but what am I doing?”

“You’re staying safe” Your answer came out instantly, but it didn’t seem to be the one the boy was looking for.

“No I’m not, I’m sitting on the sidelines, watching everyone else go be heroes and getting hurt. I’m not doing a damn thing!”

“Hey” You hummed softly, and scooted over closer to put your head on his shoulder. “You’re a hero Dustin. Don’t tell yourself any differently. All of you are, Mike too, and Lucas, and Max, and-”

“Steve?” Dustin offered, and you nodded, looking at him confusedly by the strange tone of voice he used.

“Of course, why’re you looking at me like that?”

“No reason” Dustin shrugged nonchalantly, brushing off the uncomfortable air between you both.

“Alright well, you should believe me” You continued. “Even if you don’t think so, you’re all my heroes, got it Henderson?” The boy smiled and nodded, prompting you to push the cap of his hat down playfully before he could get up and leave the room.

“Mike’s probably still planning his attack” He told you, but you shrugged and waved a hand.

“Let him plot and brood” You said, and Dustin’s mouth fell open.

“How come Mike can brood but I can’t?” You rolled your eyes, still waving your hand for him to get out of here.

“Just go plot with him, I know you’re itching to” You said, and he grinned wide at you, glad you were letting him go plan their escape and attack.

“Thanks y/n!” He called, already racing out of the room. “You’re the best!” You laughed, shaking your head as you stood back up and dusted off the pants of your overalls. Steve came in a few moments later, watching you almost suspiciously.

“What?” You questioned, and he shrugged, shaking his head.

“Nothing. Just wondering why you’re permitting them to conspire against us” He said.

“They’re not conspiring, they’re just discussing. No harm in that”

“Um, every harm in that. As in all of us, being harmed, because of that” He said, but you didn’t really seem to care what he thought about it.

“They’re fine, we’re all fine, don’t freak out so much mom” You said, walking out towards the kids and seeing them all circled up and discussing their big plan.

“I’m not a mom” Steve argued, and you chuckled, turning to see him, his dish rag on his shoulder, hands on hips. It only made you laugh more.

“Mhm, alright. Well then what would you call yourself?” You replied sarcastically, nodding towards his own stance, and making Steve second guess himself.

“This- you-! Alright whatever just stay away from the windows and go be safe somewhere” He muttered, walking into the living room where the kids were. You rolled your eyes again, but couldn’t help the smile on your lips.

Perhaps, you thought, King Steve was the king of something else now.

You watched as he was waving his rag at the kids again, yelling at them for plotting behind his back, and reminding them that no one was going anywhere. But even as Dustin pouted, Steve was rubbing his hand over the thirteen year old’s head. Almost soothingly, like he felt bad for ending their little meeting.

“What a mom” You mumbled, and headed back into the kitchen for something to eat.

You used to resent Steve, back when he was the king of school and didn’t care about anything more than he cared about his popularity and his hair. Back when he didn’t give a shit about pretty much anything. And looking at him now and seeing him watch over these kids, you could physically feel your heart swelling. If that isn’t character development, you weren’t sure what was.

You weren’t sure why it made you feel so bubbly either.

“Listen runts, we’re staying here, we’re staying safe, and we’re not dying!” Steve said, for what felt like the fifth time. But Mike kept arguing back at him.

“Everyone else is out there!”

“Everyone else knows how to fight all that shit!” Steve retorted. “We are staying, here” He repeated slowly, waving his rag between each word. “You got that?”

“You’re just saying that cause y/n’s here. If she wasn’t here, we’d all be getting in your car and going!” Lucas spoke up. Your brows furrowed at that.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, ignoring your search for food and now strutting into the room where everyone else was. “Am I dragging you down?” You asked, almost sarcastic, but wondering what he’d actually meant by his announcement. Were you dragging them down?

“No, Steve would just protect your ass over our asses” Max shrugged, and the others nodded.

“What the hell? Everyone here is protecting their own asses, I’m not getting killed for a bunch of kids!” Steve said, making flustered and jerky movements. You brushed off their newly sprung argument over where Steve’s bat is swinging and who it’s swinging for.

Apparently, The Party was certain that he’d die for you, rather die for them. But you didn’t care much about what they thought. They’d always thought that you and Steve were meant to be some power couple, but you supposed it was just cause you were the same age and the kids only ever saw you two together. There was no real evidence (as far as they showed) towards the ‘chemistry’ you and Steve supposedly had.

You wandered to the window, curiously looking out it with your arms wrapped around yourself.

“Will you just shut up?” Mike’s yelling made you jump a little, and you turned to see your friends all still arguing with each other. You smiled slightly, meeting Steve’s eyes as he gave you a bored look. You just laughed a little bit back at him. Steve’s expression softened into a small smile. Your face flushed with heat, and you nervously turned away from him to look back out the window again.

A light blinded you almost instantly, making you squint your eyes and put a hand over them to try and clear your vision.

“What the hell?” You muttered, leaning closer to the glass to see what was going on. Headlights, there was a car here. Someone was here. “Steve?” You called, not turning away from the window. He came over right away, looking outside to see a familiar Camaro parked in the driveway.

“Shit” He grumbled, walking towards the front door.

“What- where are you going? Who is it?” You asked, following quickly after him, but Steve quickly turned to make you stay back.

“Just stay in here-”

“Sinclair!” A voice hollered from outside, and you jumped, eyes widening as you recognized it. “I know you’re in there!”

“Billy?” You whispered to Steve, who nodded. You stepped backwards, eyes never leaving Steve’s. “What’s he doing here?” Your voice was quiet.

Billy Hargrove, was the most vile, horrible person you’d ever met. And his wicked ways of bending people to his will, shook you intensely to your core. It was no secret to the others that Billy not only terrified you, but would seductively torture you every day. Sure, you’d been picked on before, but this was different. Every day he’d come to you, hoping to get something out of you, just to mess with you.

“Come on babe, a little kiss, just a little one, we can discuss the rest later”

“You don’t want to get a ride home with me and have some fun?”

“When’re you finally gonna give this up and just put out?”

You shuddered slightly, practically feeling his hot breath against your skin just thinking about the things he’s said to you. Stopping you in the hallways, finding you at your locker, approaching you while you waited at Steve’s car for a ride home.

“I know you’re in there you little pig! Come out here or I’ll have to go in!” His voice was dangerous, threatening. And you felt a legitimate fear for your life, and the kids’.

“It’s fine, you’re fine, I promise” Steve said quietly, out of earshot of the others. “All of you stay here, stay away from the windows” He ordered, giving you one last look before you turned and went to The Party. They needed you right now, all huddled around Lucas and Max to make sure if Billy were to look inside, he wouldn’t see them.

“Come on guys” You said softly, ushering them as far away from the window as you could. Steve, on the other hand, opened the door and stepped outside.

Instead of hiding in a room, completely out of sight of the maniac, you all ducked under the windowsill to see what was happening.

“Am I dreaming or is that really you Harrington?” You felt your entire body quivering upon hearing Billy’s voice. Dustin, who was crouched next to you, turned and gave you a worried look, but your eyes were dead set on the outside.

“Yeah it’s me, don’t cream your pants” Steve responded, walking out towards him as he pulled off his leather jacket.

“What’re you doing here amigo?” Billy asked, the cigarette hanging off his lips moving as he spoke.

“I could ask you the same thing” Steve responded, void of emotion. “Amigo”

“Lookin’ for my step sister. Little birdie told me she was here”

“Huh, that’s weird I don’t know her” Steve lied easily, and convincingly. You prayed to God that Billy believed him.

“Small? Redhead?” Billy replied disbelievingly. “Bit of a bitch?”

“Ashole” Max muttered to herself inside.

“Doesn’t ring a bell, sorry buddy” Steve replied, still not sounding like he cared even an inkling. Billy nodded, taking out his cigarette.

“You know… I don’t how this, this whole situation Harrington is um.., it’s giving me the heebie jeebies” Billy said, looking at Steve a little more threateningly.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“My thirteen year old sister goes missing all day, and then I find her with you” Billy pointed accusatory hands towards Steve, giving him a disgusted look. “In a strangers house” He continued. “And you lie to me about it” Steve chuckled bitterly, shaking his head and looking away for a moment.

“Yeah, maybe you were dropped too much as a child or what” Steve said snarkily. But Billy just grinned his twisted grin and licked his tongue over the front of his teeth. “I don’t know what you don’t understand about what I just said”

You felt a chill go down your spine as Steve’s protectiveness took over his tone. Dustin beside you mumbling a quiet, “Holy shit”

“She’s not here” Steve said carefully. Billy nodded, looking pointedly towards the window where you and The Party were all huddled and looking out of.

“Then who’s that?” He asked, pointing his cigarette towards his sister.

“Down!” You hissed, and the five of you dropped to the floor so fast you all groaned from the impact of the floor.

“Shit!” Dustin cursed. “Did he see us?”

“Oh shit” Steve grumbled. “Okay listen-” Billy pushed him to the ground before he could explain anything. The boy kicked him, before storming up into the house.

“Well well well” Billy smirked, seeing you and The Party standing there together, you in front of all of them. “y/n l/n, what a lovely little surprise” You grimaced, but he didn’t seem to care. “And Lucas Sinclair, not so much a surprise at all” You moved over more in front of Lucas, who’s hands grabbed onto your arm out of fear. “I thought I told you to stay away from him Max”

“Billy, go away” Max retorted, but her voice wavered.

“You disobeyed me” Billy leaned over his step sister tauntingly. “And you know what happens when you disobey me” He added in a hushed, volatile voice.

“Billy-”

“I break things” He uttered, before pushing you aside, crashing your body into the wall. Before slamming Lucas up against the cupboards.

“Billy stop!” Max and the others began to yell, Dustin rushing over to help you up, but you were already standing up on your own.

“Get off of me!” Lucas cried.

“Since Maxine won’t listen to me, maybe you will” Billy muttered. “You stay away from her. Stay-! Away from her” He yelled awkwardly. “Do you hear me?”

“I said get off me!” Lucas screamed again, followed by a knee between Billy’s legs. You gasped, feeling a moment of pride as Billy stumbled back and released him.

“You are so dead Sinclair!” Billy hollered. “You’re dead-”

“No” Steve grabbed Billy by the shoulder, spinning him around roughly. “You are” And with that he swung his fist and planted it hard enough against Billy’s jaw to make him topple over.

“Steve!” You yelped out of surprise. He looked at you for a moment, nodding in reassurance as he shook out his hand. It’d been a while since he’d hit anybody. Billy stood back up, laughing menacingly. “You’re a fucking psycho!” You screeched before you could stop yourself.

“Looks like you got some fire in you after all huh!?” He yelled at Steve. “I’ve been waiting to meet this King Steve everybody’s been telling me so much about” He stepped closer to Steve, glaring at him.

“Get out” Steve muttered, pushing Billy’s chest lightly to move him away from him. Billy stepped back and stood there for a moment. And after a few seconds passed you were certain that he was going to stay back.

Until he swung swiftly at Steve, but missed as Steve ducked just in time. You gasped, clapping your hands over your mouth in terror. Steve stood back up and swung his fist again, hitting Billy and making him stumble again.

“Yes! Get him Steve!” Dustin cheered, and the others began to as well. You couldn’t find yourself to say anything, just wince every time a punch was made. Steve hit him two more times, and Billy ran into the kitchen sink. Leaning back and wincing in pain.

“Kill him! Kill him!” Mike was yelling. But Billy grabbed a plate of the counter, smashing it over Steve’s head, and making him fall to the ground.

“Steve!” You screamed now, taking long strides to get over to him, only to be pushed away by Billy. Who hit Steve as soon as he stood up again. He grabbed Steve by the shoulders, staring him down.

“No one. Tells me what to do” He muttered angrily, and threw his head forward hard into Steve’s knocking him down again.

“Fucking hell” You mumbled, tears beginning to prick your eyes in fear that Billy was actually going to kill Steve. The mullet wearing psycho leapt onto Steve, pinning him down and swinging punch after punch against his face.

“Stop it!” Mike yelled at the top of his lungs, but it did nothing to end Billy’s attack.

“Steve!” Dustin hollered.

You stood frozen, every scene in front of you soundless, and moving slowly. You could only feel your heart in your chest, sending you into an anxiety attack, you were sure. But it barely mattered to you in that moment. You turned away, and your eyes landed on something.

The syringe used on Will earlier.

Sleep… put him to sleep… your thoughts were broken as you reached for it, looking at it in your hands for a few seconds, before stepping forward and slamming the needle into Billy’s neck without a hesitation. Mike and Dustin gasped, standing back. Everyone’s eyes stuck on the syringe hanging out of BIlly’s neck now. A disgust filling them up at the sight.

“Shit y/n” Dustin mumbled, his hand covering his mouth to stop vomit from flowing.

Billy stood up, wobbling slightly as he turned to look at you. He pulled the needle out of his neck, vision beginning to fail. “The hell is this?” He asked, trying to step towards you threateningly, but he was wobbling so much you didn’t even move. No longer afraid of him.

“You’re fucking done Hargrove” You muttered, and before thinking twice to second guess yourself, punching him across the jaw, and sending him back on his ass. Billy groaned, staying down where he’d fallen against the couch.

“Shit what did you do” He mumbled, growing dizzy from the mix of drug and pain.

A few moments later he completely passed out.

“Fuck” You hissed in pain, putting your bruising knuckles against your mouth. You didn’t think punching someone would hurt so damn much.

“y/n holy shit”

“Are you okay?”

“That was badass!”

The Party was fussing and cheering for you, but you didn’t respond, kneeling down by Steve next and counting up all the cuts and bruises he was beginning to sport. He was unconscious, that was for sure. But he’d be in for a world of hurt when he woke up.

“Come on, help me get him back to Jon’s bed” You called to the kids.

It was difficult moving him, but after ten minutes you’d managed to get him into Jonathan’s room to lie on the bed there. You were sat next to him, a cold wet rag in your hand, and the open first aid kit on the ground. It took you awhile to clean off all the blood and apply bandages where you thought they were necessary. There was a frozen bag of peas you’d put over one of his eyes to stop the swelling, but so far it still looked pretty bad.

The Party had sat with you for what felt like a long time before you told them to go back to the living room and wait for the others to return home. Dustin put up a small fight about it, but eventually gave in and listened to your order. And now it was just you kneeling on the ground by Steve, watching over him carefully. Making sure he was breathing okay, and that nothing would begin to bleed again.

“Well King Steve, you got quite the ass kicking” You mumbled, just to yourself. Your fingers placed a few stray hairs on his forehead back into place. “But your crown is still there” You smiled to yourself, fingertips gently brushing his hair.

“y/n?” Your eyes looked back at him as he mumbled, almost incoherently. “What happened?” The poor boy’s eyes weren’t even open.

“You put up a really good fight” You told him softly. He winced, the pain probably beginning to settle in.

“Did I win?” He groaned, eyes clenching shut momentarily. You bit down on your lip and shook your head, even though he couldn’t see you.

“You put up a really good fight” You repeated yourself, playing with his hair again. Steve sighed, knowing the answer.

“Is he gone?” He asked, eyes finally beginning to flutter open.

“Yeah… yeah he won’t be back any time soon, I’m sure” You answered. Steve looked up at you, smiling down gently at him. He smiled back instantly, and moved his arm to push your hair back, but even at it’s slight movement you winced in pain. “You’re in pretty bad shape” You told him quietly. “But you’ll heal up alright”

“Are you okay?” He asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine” You shrugged slightly. “We’re all really worried about you. Dustin thought you were dead” Steve chuckled painfully, shaking his head a little bit.

“Are they alright? Max and Lucas?”

“Yeah, we’re all good Steve” You hummed with a slight nod. You leaned forward, a little closer to him to check on the eye swelled under the bag of peas. You frowned, seeing the black and blue bruise that only seemed to be spreading.

“I’m alright, don’t fuss so much” Steve said, putting his hand over the bag and pushing it back against his face. Your eyes met his for a moment.

“You’re pretty bruised up Harrington” You sighed, taking the wet rag in your hand and dabbing it gently on his bruised cheek. “There’s not an inch of your face spared”

“It’ll be fine, I’ll heal up”

“Years from now, maybe” You replied sarcastically, and he smiled at you while you carefully pressed the cold cloth to his face.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He murmured, and you looked at him for the briefest of seconds before going back to work. Now is not the time to talk about feelings, you thought to yourself.

“Yeah? Go play hero some more and you’ll never see anything again” You told him, and he shrugged slightly, not having a response to that.

“I just wanted to remind you. In case you haven’t been told in a while” He said. You bit on the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling too much. You looked down at him, your eyes softening slightly.

You leaned over closer to him, pausing for a moment before pressing your lips lightly against his. It was a chaste kiss, only lasting a few seconds as you didn’t want to hurt him anymore than he already was. When you pulled back, you smiled nervously at him, and he only smiled back at you.

“You’re lucky you didn’t die Harrington” You said, and got right back to work on pressing the rag to his wounds.

“That I am” He replied cheekily.

You giggled softly, smiling down at him and wondering just when he’d changed so much.

You knew he’d give his life for these kids too, just like you would.

love me some babysitter steve

xoxo ~ jordie

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crazylilmonster · 4 years ago

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Begonia Part 1

Disclamer: This story contains sexual themes as well as violence and alcohol and drug usage. If you can’t handle such themes or you are under 18 I advise you not to interact with it. Because I’m aware that no matter how many disclaimers put some minors are still going to ignore it and interact I strongly advise you to not repeat any acts mentioned in the story and practice safe sex which will not be shown in this story.

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“That’s it for the day.” Mikey said as he leaned back on his chair at the head of the table with a sigh. “I’ll see you tonight in the club.”

Most of the members on the table started picking up their shit and leaving the room in a hurry after a long meeting. My throat was itching already from suppressing all the coughs that were threatening to reveal my condition.

“(Y/N) stay for a minute.” The way my name rolled of Mikey’s tongue made me feel shivers running down my spine.

I should have booked it for the door the second he dismissed us like I always do but all other guys just had to block my escape. Now that I was alone with Mikey it made me nervous.

“Can you do me a favor?” He asked, pleading look evident in his eyes.

“What is it?”

“I should show up with a date considering we are meeting the neighboring gang you know? Could you find me someone that won’t tell anyone about what we’ll talk about? She just needs to sit still and look pretty, can you do that?” I clenched my fist behind my back.

“Hannah fits the description.” I said.

“Good idea, umm…” He looked embarrassed. “I don’t think I have her number, do you have it?” I noticed a hint of blush on his face.

With a sigh I reached into my bag where I found a pen. I took a hold of Mikey’s arm and wrote out the number I had in a little notebook where I kept to me unimportant numbers that didn’t make the cut to be saved in my phone. While I was writing the number I felt those familiar sparks on the tips of my fingers which made my heart beat a bit faster than usual.

“You should be able to wash this off with some soap and water.” I put my notebook and pen back in my bag. “I should get going now… see you tonight.” I gave him a small smile as I exited the room leaning on the wall next to the door coughing out a few smaller begonia flowers and fallen petals mixed with blood into my palm.

I rushed to the bathroom while hiding my hand behind my back. When I made it to the first toilet I started vomiting out a mixture of begonia flowers, petals and blood. Fuck… “(Y/N)? Are you okay?” I heard familiar voice, which belongs to no one else but Takemichi Hanagaki, cry baby hero.

“Yeah…, I’m fine just a little sick I guess.” I mumbled.

“Will you go to the club tonight then?” He asked. “Should I tell Mikey?”

“No… I’m fine, I’ll sleep it off and be as good as knew.” I flushed the toilet cleaning up blood off my face and exiting the bathroom stall. “See you tonight Takemichi.” I patted his shoulder and left the bathroom.

~☆~☆~☆~

Like planed all so called important members of Toman met up in front of the building, which was a five minute walk from the club where we had a meeting or a good time. Because tonight we had a special guest I decided to go a bit harder on the makeup and the clothes I was going to wear.

A skin tight silver dress that came to my mid-thigh, exposing my cleavage to an inappropriate extent with nothing but thin straps keeping my chest from being exposed and all that tied up with a low cut on the back. I kept the make up in the nude section with a bit of sparkle on the eyes, eyeliner and mascara. My lips were colored with a darker shade of a nude lipstick and not to forget high heels which were matching my dress in color.

I was never scared that I would be touched or even looked at inappropriately. After all I had all of the Toman’s most dangerous men to watch over me. Some of them had date’s some of them were going alone and I jumped form the one dateless man to the other like a slut.

But tonight was a bit different, no one dared to bring a date just I case because of the important work that we were going to discuss tonight. Well except for Mikey who is known to be a man whore, keeping his bed warm every night with a different woman rarely doing any of them twice or longer than a week.

As I left the cab I was met with ten men that were assembling in front of our main building waiting for the rest of the division captains to show up. Their backs were facing me so no one has noticed me yet. “Evening boys…” I made my appearance known which made most of Toman’s division captains turn their stares towards me. Their eyes widened some more than others but noticeably wider than usual. “What? Did you see a ghost or something?”

I made my way next to Draken gently wrapping my arm around his. He was the man I felt to most safe with after all so it wasn’t unusual to see us together.

“Whoa… Is that who I think it is?” Mikey mocked.

“What I wear a dress and I’m a different person?”

“No… It’s just that I usually see you in sweatpants while running on two hours of sleep and three shots of espresso.” He smirked. “By the way…” He grabbed a hold of my wrist pulling me closer to him. “I’ll be your date for the night so you shouldn’t cling to any other men yeah?” He winked at me.

“What about Hannah?”

“Let’s just say she couldn’t make it.” He showed me his hand where I wrote her number earlier but it was gone. “Shall we?” He offered me his hand like any gentleman would which I took.

Like usual it took us five minutes to get to the club where a massive line was already formed. Behind the black rope barrier stood many people in one line trying to get in showing their ID’s and paying for the entrance. Right next to it was a red rope barrier which was for the VIP’s aka us.

Mikey led me to the line for the VIP and stopping next to a dark skinned man that had muscles for days and the aura of a hungry grizzly bear, who was also practically a marshmallow on the inside.

“Mikey!” He smiled raising his tone just a bit. “Oh?” His look stopped on me. “Is that (Y/N) I see? Damn momma.” He laughed. “Lookin’ like a million bucks over here!”

“Hello to you too Jonny.” I smiled back.

“Listen folks before yall go in hear me out yeah?” His expression turned serious. “This dude came in some time ago, I’ve never seen his name on the list but now here it was. Wait a second let me check.” He lowered his sunglasses which were just an intimidating effect to hide his kind eyes while scanning over the names. “Here he is. Tetta Kisaki, I’m tellin’ yall he’s bad news; the whole vibe got me this uneasy feelin’ ya know what I mean.”

“Kisaki…” I whispered as I eyed Mikey who clenched his fist. Jonny was right, Kisaki was really bad news. Now he will be in the same room with us. But I can’t worry about that now. “It’s fine…” I rubbed gently Mikey’s fist to try to calm him down. “Baji and Fuyu will keep an eye on him yeah?”

“We got it.” Baji confirmed.

I noticed Mikey relaxing just a bit. “Good idea.” He sighed. “See ya later Jonny.” Mikey added as he was about to go in Jonny stopped both of us.

“Ya know what ya gotta do yeah?” Jonny asked while staring at me over his sunglasses.

“I know, don’t worry about it.” I patted him on the shoulder to reassure him.

“Repeat it.”

I sighed. “Don’t take any drinks from strangers no matter how hot they are or how kind they seem, never leave the side of one of the boys especially if wearing revealing or sexy clothes, don’t let your drink leave your sight and try to drink it as soon as it’s made by the bartender who I have to watch while making my drink. Did I forget something?”

“Ya did baby… Do not go home with any man which ya do not know, leave through the same door ya entered the club and lastly never ever drink and drive, get a cab instead.” He eyed me up and down. “Ya can go in now baby…” He patted the top of my head before removing the rope letting us in.

“Does he do that every time?” Mikey whispers into my ear.

“Every time…”

Mikey made that face that I knew all too well. It was one of those faces he made when he acknowledged something or was impressed. He made the similar face when he saw Takemichi stand up to that idiot who dared to hurt Draken.

We made our way to one of the VIP lounges, the kind with red couches and expensive drinks. The man who we were supposed to meet already sat there with some of his men. Their staring did make me uncomfortable a bit but I kept myself close to Mikey doing what he wanted Hannah to do. Sit still, look pretty, without making a sound or any type of reaction while they talked.

“Do you think that’s possible?” Mikey turned his attention to me. They were discussing something about finding the information about the neighboring gang or Kisaki's gang which was messing up jobs of thise fine gentelmen.

What they needed me for is to get into their system and find out whatever they were planning on doing or did in the past. When I say system I mean the phones of the members. Valhalla was a nasty gang to mess with. Kisaki was a special threat.

“I need to plant a bug or something on one of their phones. Kisaki would be the perfect target. If I have access to his phone I have to every phone he has contacted via number.”

“Can you do that now?” Mikey asked.

I sighed. “Ken, my bag.” I extended my hand out in which was placed a bag I entrusted to Draken for the time being.

I was a genius when it came to hacking and make-shifting small items used for hacking. That is why I always carry tools with me just in case. That is what I did. Placing all the things I needed for a temporary bug, on the small coffee table I got to work. I could feel the burning stares from the men in the room. Mikey’s kept their looks forward well most of them. There are always curious fellows among the stoic facades. They probably weren’t surprised as much as they were taken aback by my exposed cleavage which was more visible because I was leaning forward.

I had it done within twenty minutes admiring my handy work. “I should test it… Who cleared their search history?” I asked and I noticed nervous looks looking away from me. “Fine…” I sighed placing the bug in the charging port of my phone. If I were to put my phone to charge the bug would break leaving barely any trace at all. “Who’s got my handy machine?” I asked and I noticed the smallest laptop on the market being placed onto my lap by none other than Draken himself. That ten inch thing could probably fit in the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

Like explained I showed off my work letting them know the full access I had to my phone just because of a simple bug. I noticed impressed looks glimmering on their faces.

“Now all we have to do is put it into a charging port of Kisaki’s phone.” I leaned back on the couch.

“He hasn’t seen you in some time, and tonight Jonny barely recognized ya…” Mikey put his arm around my shoulders. “Can you do it?”

For an understandable reason I had an urge to cough. Clearing my throat I looked at Mikey. “I can try.” I got up from my seat. “But don’t leave me alone with him.”

“He can’t just stand next to you…” One of the men spoke up with an irritation clear in his voice.

“Don’t you think I know that?” I glared at him. “He knows what I meant.” I turned to walk down out of the VIP lounge making my way to the bar. It was crowded like always and Kisaki was nowhere in my sight.

I leaned on the bar next to a bartender. I wouldn’t have to wait long to get any type of attention from any man in the room and one of them approached me. “Aren’t ya a treat.” He smelled like alcohol almost making me puke out every last flower and petal I had in my lungs.

“I might be.” I continued to scan the room looking for a son of a bitch.

“If I buy ya a drink will ya go somewhere more private with me?” He made one of those disgusting smirks.

“You’ll have to buy me a bit more than one.” I turned to the bartender. “Give me whiskey. The best one you got. He’s paying.” I smirked. The guy didn’t say a thing and the moment the cup got in my hand I drained the liquid into my stomach.

As soon as I turned around I saw Kisaki talking to a girl who was much too drunk. With fake wobble I made my way to the girl and grabbed her by the waist right in front of him. “Oh my god baby, where did you fund him?” I giggled while wobbling on my feet. She was much too drunk to realize I was not her friend. “He is so hot.” I whispered loud enough for him to hear into her ear.

I was pretending to lose my balance which resulted in Kisaki catching me with a smirk. “Careful there.”

“Oh shoot… Sorry I guess I had a bit too much to drink.” I giggled again. “Whoa…” I pretended to lose my breath. “Even hotter up close…” I mumbled. I turned my attention to his lips then back up at his eyes.

“What?” He had an amused smirk dancing on his face.

“Can I kiss you? Consent is important you know.” I giggled.

“Yeah…” a girl next to me had a dreamy look shimmering in her eyes. “Can I get a kiss next?” She wobbled grabbing me around the waist and onto his arm for support.

“Sure if you want it that badly…”

With those words I pressed my lips onto his. I was rubbing my hands over his torso and lowering them onto his crotch. Thanks to my rubbing I realized his phone was in his pocket. The charging port was right at the entrance of the pocket. He was getting hard too.

“Whoa... the best make out in my life.” I giggled. “Your turn baby…” I said it to the girl next to me who turned his attention to her lips and groping her by the waist. Like a slut I kept touching him over his erection and without him noticing sliding a bug into his charging port.

Now I need to make my escape… “Oh god… I don’t feel so good.” I said like any drunken lady would, while rushing away from the pair. His attention is on the girl so I bet he didn’t even mind my escape to the bathroom.

Of course I did puke but not everything I ate but mixture of begonia flowers and blood.

“(Y/N)…? You okay in there?” I heard Draken’s voice on the other side of the door.

I wiped the blood off my face and exited the stall where a tall man stood holding my ten inch laptop in his hand. I took it from him opening it and leaning myself on the wall while holding the laptop in one hand while typing with the other.

“I’m in…” I mumbled after a few minutes. “I should leave before Kisaki notices me and brings me to bed.” I sighed.

“Sneak out so he doesn’t notices you.” He took my laptop placing it in his inside suit pocket. “I’ll send Mikey to take you home. He’s bored here anyway.” Draken patted my head and left the bathroom.

I did as he told me and when I made my way outside I chatted with Johnny while waiting for the blond midget to show up. He eventually did get out with many lipstick marks on his cheeks and neck. Of course he got jumped by the ladies inside.

“Wanna go to my place?” He asked as we were walking away from the club. He lived in a pent house at the top floor of the building where we worked.

“Sure, if you have any liquor?” I smirked.

“Alcoholic…” He mumbled.

“Womanizer…” I mumbled.

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miracleonice87 · 4 years ago

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For the evermore prompt list can you do number seven with nathan mackinnon, please 💞💞💞💞

from the evermore prompt list

“And you asked me to dance / But I said, ‘Dancin' is a dangerous game’” - cowboy like me

When you’d pictured yourself at Sidney’s wedding, you always imagined you’d be happily tucked under Nate’s arm, celebrating right along with the bridal party as his date, dreaming of the day when the two of you would be at the center of such excitement.

And why wouldn’t you picture it that way? Years ago, you and Nate had met in California where you grew up and where he trained, and you’d started dating shortly before he got drafted. You’d been together ever since.

That is, until about six months ago.

So now, here you were, dateless, in Cole Harbour, Nova Scotia, wearing a pretty pink dress, watching the happy couple while desperately trying to remind yourself to just keep breathing. No matter how much it ached.

Every summer since Nate entered the league, you and Sid’s girlfriend — later fiancée, and now wife — had spent the long, hot days together in Cole Harbour, bouncing between the boys’ houses when the two of you weren’t traveling for your own respective careers. You cherished the years’ worth of memories you’d made painting the town red with her, shopping and swimming to your hearts’ delight while the boys trained during the day, then getting ready and heading out for date night, all four together more often than each couple separately.

Every summer for the past six was spent in much the same way.

Every summer but this one.

After you broke up with Nate and left Denver, both Sid and his fiancée had called you individually, assuring that the change in your relationship status should not keep you from celebrating their wedding. Of course, being the angels they were, they both repeated over and over that they also completely understood if it was something you felt unprepared to do. But in their voices, you heard the deep sincerity as they each told you what it would mean to them if you did choose to come.

They had both done so much for you, acting as the older siblings you never had, both while you were with Nate and ever since. You eventually came to the conclusion that you couldn’t not go, despite the anxiety that riddled you for weeks leading up to this date.

Despite Nate being Sid’s best man.

Despite the agony you felt as you maneuvered the ceremony, cocktail hour, and reception alone.

Despite the entire ordeal looking nothing like you thought it would.

You were happy to have been seated with the Penguins contingent, though you didn’t know most of them all that well. But, they provided a welcome distraction, one that you were grateful for. Sid’s teammates and their significant others were warm and welcoming and, though they well knew your connection to Nate, didn’t try to pry. Of anyone, they understood the delicate balance, and the oft inevitable failure, of relationships involving hockey players.

So, they all simply chatted and laughed and shared stories of Sid and his now-wife and their adventures with the team through the years — European vacations and charity events and Stanley Cup celebrations. Instead of sharing similar memories of your own, vignettes left behind in your former life, you were content to listen politely and laugh along as you sipped at your chardonnay, all the while fully cognizant of Nate’s eyes practically burning a hole through the side of your face from the head table.

His gaze had hardly left you all day, and you kept pouring drinks down your own throat in an attempt to distract yourself from the sadness in his stare.

But the only thing that that had really done successfully was make your head fuzzy.

After the meal, the DJ asked if the best man and maid of honor would make their way to the microphone for their speeches.

At that moment, you noticed several sets of eyes flash your way from around the table, a few concerned, but most just sympathetic. You offered a small smile — really all the more you could muster — and reached for your glass, breathing a sigh of relief that you had just requested a fresh refill. As you brought it to your lips hastily, Kelsey Rust, whose husband Bryan was also one of Sid’s groomsmen, squeezed your knee reassuringly from the seat beside yours. Though you weren’t close with her, you instinctively held onto her hand to ground yourself, and she gave you a kind, understanding nod.

From all the way across the dancefloor, Nate noticed the desperate way you reached for Kelsey, and his throat tightened. He longed for the time in the not so distant past, when he was the one you reached for. The one you leaned on. The one you turned to instinctively, without giving it another thought.

As he stepped to the mic, he tried his damnedest to push those thoughts aside and focus on giving Sid and his bride the tribute they both deserved.

It had taken him weeks to write this damn speech. For all the memories he wanted to share with the guests about Sid and his fiancée, there were still dozens more that he wanted to speak to, but they were tinged with you. He couldn’t possibly get up in front of Sid’s and his fiancée’s families and friends and wax poetic about the ex-girlfriend who they all knew had left him behind after he’d pushed her away.

So, instead, he started with a simple introduction and the expected niceties about the couple and the evening, followed up with a few funny stories about his own relationship with Sid — their competitiveness and their parallel paths — before wrapping it up with what he hoped would be the bow on top.

“I’ve learned a lot from Sid,” Nate spoke. “More than I’ve probably admitted to him. Not just hockey stuff — everybody knows I grew up obsessively watching him play and copying his every move. I mean, hell, I even went to Shattuck just because he did, for Christ’s sake.”

At his dry delivery, the crowd laughed, especially Sid, whose eyes crinkled at the corners as he lit up the room with his grin. Then, Nate cleared his throat and continued as the room quieted. Try as you might, you couldn’t pull your eyes away from him through the entirety of the speech, even when it wrecked you.

“But, uh, no, Sid’s taught me so much,” he said. “About life, and about love. About how to treat the people around you. About never taking anything for granted because you never know when something is going to end.”

With that, you knew Nate was looking at you once again, and your soul ached with regret. You couldn’t bear to look at him again, instead sitting motionless in your chair, barely even breathing. If you could have slipped under the table and out the door without being noticed, you would have, but leaving now would only draw attention to you, and you couldn’t do that to Sid and his wife. So, you sat there in it, praying for Nate’s speech to end soon.

And then, it must have, because people around you were suddenly raising their champagne flutes and clapping as Sid and his bride embraced Nate in the front of the room.

You took that opportunity, with everyone focused on the joy of the moment, to make your escape, sending Kelsey an apologetic glance which she acknowledged with a whispered, “it’s okay.” You didn’t allow yourself to look at the other faces at the table, Kris’s and Catherine’s and Jake’s and Natalie’s and Brian’s and Kayla’s and more. But you knew that they were offering caring looks — you could feel it. You just... you couldn’t handle it right now. Couldn’t handle any of it.

So, you left the grand ballroom of the elegant lodge and found yourself pushing open the nearest doorway, one that led to a balcony overlooking the golf course. The rolling hills and the sweeping fairways, now overtaken by nightfall, allowed you the space and silence you needed to collect your thoughts.

But before you could begin that futile process, you heard a familiar voice behind you — the most familiar one.

“It was you, you know.”

Your eyes fluttered shut. It had been months since you’d heard him speak without the inhibitions of cell phones and hundreds of miles.

Slowly, you turned to face him, your back pressed against the cool, cement railing behind you as you tried to put as much distance between your bodies as possible, for fear that getting too close might just obliterate any semblance of the strength you’d been trying to hold onto all day.

“What was me?” you asked coolly, feigning composure when in reality, the way he looked in the smart grey suit he wore made you dizzy — well, that, combined with your generous consumption of alcohol throughout the day.

Nate noted your hesitance to come close to him, so he left several yards between him and you as he walked forward and leaned his elbows on the railing. He cleared his throat.

“It was you I was talking about when I said Sid taught me never to take anything for granted. People probably thought I was just talking about hockey, maybe. But I wasn’t,” he spoke, and you felt your hands start to tremble. Nate sighed, standing up straight, and looked you square in the eye for the first time since that day when you kissed him goodbye in his living room in Denver. “I took you for granted,” he continued, his voice strained. “I know I did. I just... I never thought you would actually leave. Looking back I realize how stupid that was. You had every right to go.”

You felt a drop of water on your chest and realized that at some point you must have started crying. You dabbed at your skin, trying to dry the tears, but a sob bubbled through your lips as you admitted, “Well, I’ve been fucking miserable ever since.”

Nate blinked, taken aback.

“Have you really?” he asked softly.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, still trying to control your crying.

“Yes, Nate,” you confirmed. “I know I was the one who left in the end. But that didn’t mean I wanted to. Leaving was the exact opposite of what I wanted.”

Nate ran a hand through his hair and gave it a tug, pacing around the balcony.

“It was the exact opposite of what I wanted,” Nate concurred. “But I know I pushed you to it.”

You gave a half-shrug, preparing to reply.

But just then, you heard the strains of a song you knew well flood the ballroom, spilling out the doors to the balcony.

You shouldn’t have been surprised that Sid and his fiancée chose “In Case You Didn’t Know” as their first dance song. But damn it if you hadn’t all four gone to Brett Young’s concert together a few summers back, when you danced with Nate in your suite to this very song, knowing full well how cheesy it was and not caring a bit.

You knew Nate’s mind had gone back to that night, too, as he stopped in his tracks and looked at you wide-eyed. Neither of you said a word for a few lines of the song.

Finally, Nate stretched out a hand.

“Dance with me?” he requested.

You cocked your head at him, though your feet were already moving toward him, betraying your display of faux indecision.

“Dancing is a dangerous game,” you warned.

Nate gave a sad smile.

“We don’t have to, if you don’t—“

You answered him by snaking one arm around his waist, grasping one of his hands in yours, and resting your head against the lapel of his jacket. It was quick and abrupt and it shouldn’t have felt so goddamn right but it did and you felt whole again, if only for this moment.

You felt Nate tentatively wrap his other arm around you, pulling you in close, his lips resting fixed atop your hairline. Both of you hardly moved your feet as the song played on, content and heartbroken all at once to be intertwined together like this again.

“Maybe you did push me,” you suddenly thought aloud. Nate glanced down at you as you pulled your head from his chest to look up at him. “But maybe I didn’t have to leave. Maybe I should’ve just stayed. Maybe we could’ve worked harder on us.”

Nate’s lips parted in surprise, and you thought he may speak up, but he didn’t, so you pressed on.

“Or maybe that’s just the emotions of the wedding talking,” you suggested, leaning further into him — deeper, deeper, as close as you could get. You’d so missed the way he stood so tall above you — this gentle giant of a man constantly making you feel safe, protected, unafraid, by just his form alone, not even to mention his steadfast nature.

“Is it?” Nate inquired somberly, his hand rising up from your hip to brush your cheek before winding its way into the thick hair behind your ear.

You swallowed, lost again in his gleaming blue eyes — blue like his backyard pool that he used to throw you into mercilessly with a belly laugh, blue like the ocean you walked along together on nights both here and in California, blue like the only hue that came to mind when someone asked your favorite color.

“No,” you whispered, and instead of wanting to take it back in the next instant like you feared you might, you wanted to repeat it again and again and again. Scream it from this balcony overlooking his hometown and from the dock behind his house and from center ice at Ball Arena.

No, Nathan. No, it’s not just because of the wedding. No, it’s not just from the alcohol. No, it’s not temporary or fake or fleeting.

“You mean it?” Nate whispered back pleadingly.

You nodded furiously, your chest flush against his as your fingers gripped the dress shirt beneath his jacket.

“I mean it,” you replied. “I miss you. I need you.”

A gleeful, tearful, incredulous chuckle escaped Nate, and he cupped your cheeks in his large hands, bringing his face nearer to yours.

“I miss you so much,” he breathed before his lips found yours. “I never stopped needing you.”

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haikyuuwaifu · 5 years ago

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Miss Independent

Genre: Crack, Humor, Drama, NSFW, Mild Angst

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual Innuendos

MASTERLIST

THE ONE WITH THE DRESS| THE ONE WITH THE DRESS 2

THE ONE WITH THE DRESS 2

-Kenma really was planning on showing up in his merch sweats; like he did the year before, but the idea of Y/N in some fancy gala dress literally won out. LMAO. Osamu isn’t wrong though; the three of them could wear a garbage bag and still look good ;) Y/N was just joking about showing up naked, but they could dream right;)

-Suna really thought he could wear something that UGLY LMAO. He really isn’t one for fancy attire; and you can’t really blame him:) Everytime Suna has a fancy event he has to get a new tux for it; because he always finds a way to ruin the actual night of wearing it. This Charity will be the first one that the three men will be arriving “dateless”. Y/N thinking about these three fine as men in suits is doin something to her she hasn’t felt in years. LITERAL YEARS! She might be in danger.

-Y/N can be just as cheeky if she wants to be, and she floored the three of them when she showed what would be underneath her dress. Atsumu blew up Osamu’s phone trying to get him to talk about the nickname. Shoyo and Bokuto were ready to throw hands at practice the following morning, too bad Suna predicted it and already let Iwazumi know he’d be giving them a beat down of his own*which he did* Now the two of them are lowkey afraid of the Middle Blocker.

-As much as Makki would like Kuroo to “get his friend” Kuroo is fully aware of what Kenma is capable of. He’s gonna ask questions; but he’s not going to confront him cause he’s not stupid enough to provoke Ceo Kenma Kozume.

*At dinner the group discussed their plans for the after-gala event and talked about Y/N’s new flirtatious friendship. They couldn’t wait to see where it would go for their friend.

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katcadecascade · 5 years ago

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Dumplings Before this World Ends (ORV oneshot)

*spoilers up to chapter 235

Summary:

First Murim is known for their dumplings. It's a shame that Kim Dokja mostly remembers that this place is gonna be destroyed later but for right now he'll enjoy the dumplings with Yoo Jonghyuk.

Kim Dokja is a bit ashamed to admit that he has never been asked out for dinner.

As a man in modern society that clings to traditional (heteronormative) relationships, Kim Dokja attempted to ask out a few women in his life. They all declined to no one’s surprise.

It didn’t discourage him to purse romance. It just reinforced his daily solitude to keep reading Three Ways to Survive the Apocalypse.

There wasn’t much else in his life to emotionally invest into.

So majority of his life is spent diverging into the words of a fictional world.

Then to everyone’s surprise, Three Ways to Survive the Apocalypse became real. There is a lot to unpack there, the whole reality shaking knowledge of trying to understand how any of this is possibly and how so far Kim Dokja has not been dead.

Like permanently because he promised to his companions that he’ll come back.

Kim Dokja is still trying to make his way to them, currently preparing for the Demon King Selection. His plan right now is to get the Breaking the Sky Sword Saint on his side by shoving Yoo Jonghyuk back onto First Murin against the protagonist’s wishes.

It’s a good plan right?

So far, the only kink in the plan is the unexpected invitation to the Gourmet Association.

Oh and the fact that the Breaking the Sky Sword Saint forces Yoo Jonghyuk and Kim Dokja out of her temple to go have dinner.

[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is ecstatic of these turn of events]

A bit dumbfounded, Kim Dokja tried to refuse all of this but instead Yoo Jonghyuk simply started walking to the town district and said one thing as if everything was normal.

“Are you coming or not?”

Kim Dokja could’ve just go back in the temple, pretend that Yoo Jonghyuk didn’t just ask him out for dinner in the rudest way possible, and remain as a dateless nobody he has always been.

After all, who would ever ask out Kim Dokja?

But this is Yoo Jonghyuk, a protagonist that he has followed and practically knows like the back of his hand.

Kim Dokja accepts the invitation and starts walking by Yoo Jonghyuk’s side.

First Murin’s nightlife is a pretty scene to witness in person. No amount of written words it has been described in the novel matches the way Kim Dokja is feeling. He feels otherworldly for stepping into this supposed fictional world, a real tourist in actuality, but as much as he enjoys the scenery is can’t help but morn.

Both he and Yoo Jonghyuk await the fated destruction of First Murim. This place of forsaken tradition is simply not to be. One day this place will fall as depicted in the original novel.

But before then, dumplings.

Yoo Jonghyuk leads them to a hole in the wall restaurant. The restaurant perfectly matches the one in the book, a small place filled with many people and yet the power of the protagonist guarantees a table in the corner for them.

A server quickly gets their order for the all-you-can-eat dumpling special and thus leaves Yoo Jonghyuk and Kim Dokja in silence. Obviously, Yoo Jonghyuk opted to stare out the window rather than the awkward shape before him.

As mentioned before, Kim Dokja has never been asked out on a date and he’s hesitant to even call this one a date. He will always be an introvert at worst and yet with Yoo Jonghyuk he feels weirdly comfortable, sort of.

Any time they’re together it was only to barely make it past a dangerous scenario.

Right now, the biggest danger is probably making it through this night with Kim Dokja’s dignity intact.

“So,” Kim Dokja idly traces the condensation on his glass of water, “how’s earth?”

What he really meant was how the others was but he already asked that back in the Demon Realm. If Kim Dokja knows anything about Yoo Jonghyuk, and he does, then small talk is the last thing the protagonist will indulge in.

Yet this is Kim Dokja and he’s known to annoy Yoo Jonghyuk.

“I wouldn’t have to tell you if did not die.”

“Look, I was fated to die.”

“By the one you love most.”

“Do you have to remind me?”

Yoo Jonghyuk’s eyebrow twitches. “I killed you.”

“It was a group effort.”

“Do you have any idea,” Yoo Jonghyuk begins hotly but like a star it dies out fast with a muttered, “…never mind.”

“Huh?”

Before Kim Dokja could question further, a server delivers them a big amount of steamer baskets. Yoo Jonghyuk wastes no time to take off the lid, releasing a puff of hot steam of the most delicious smelling dumpling ever created in a once fictional world.

As much as Kim Dokja wants to copy Yoo Jonghyuk on just happily eating the dumpling, he wants something else first.

“You were gonna say something.”

Stubbornly, Yoo Jonghyuk ate a dumpling in silence. In retaliation, Kim Dokja did the most suicidal thing he could ever do (discounting all his previous deaths of course). He stole the next dumpling Yoo Jonghyuk was aiming for.

The protagonist glares at the reader munching on the savory dumpling. It’s very good. A part of him melts at the sheer taste.

Before Kim Dokja could pick out another dumpling, Yoo Jonghyuk says something that shakes the constellation to his core.

“They miss you.”

Kim Dokja remains frozen for an impatiently long time, long enough for Yoo Jonghyuk to grab the next basket for a new set of hot dumplings.

“Bastard, why are you shocked?”

“Because I am.”

If there was another curse in mind, Yoo Jonghyuk doesn’t say it. He just studies how Kim Dokja is currently working his brain in overtime.

Truly, he is shocked because this would be the first time he has ever heard that sentiment directed towards him.

(Did his own mother ever say that to Kim Dokja?)

The concept of someone actually missing Kim Dokja has never occurred to him. It is a genuine surprise to a person lonely and new to friendships. It’s a strange detachment to reality for the reader, especially since he techniqually ‘died’ before them all.

So not only do they miss him, they have grieved for Kim Dokja.

It really is a strange idea to think about, especially since it’s Yoo Jonghyuk presenting all these facts.

Kim Dokja know that Yoo Jonghyuk can’t ever know if anyone has ever grieved for him because the moment he dies, it’s a new timeline. Meaning his friends forget all about the scenarios and sufferings, they all endured. Besides, they usually die before Yoo Jonghuk.

It’s harsh to suggest that maybe Yoo Jonghyuk and the others should get used to Kim Dokja’s death. However, Kim Dokja doesn’t think like that. Instead, he still trying to comprehend the idea that people miss him.

He who is out casted and unremarkable. He who prefers the words of a lonely book. He who has made friends in the first time in his life.

Kim Dokja died for them multiple times already with no regret… well except for this new one.

A ringing ache settles onto his heart, still struggling against these new feelings of something soft and precious.

“I’m going to see them again.” He swallows down a lump of that weird feeling, “I promised them.”

“I know,” Yoo Jonghyuk glares, “You better keep your promise.”

Kim Dokja forces a smile, ignoring the present jumble of emotions trapped inside, “Did you miss me too?”

“You bastard.” Yoo Jonghyuk’s glare is harsher than ever.

The man’s insult is a relief to Kim Dokja. This blunt rudeness is more familiar to him than the warm guilt-ridden idea that his friends miss him.

He orchestrated them to kill him. It’s a bit difficult to remember it.

Kim Dokja will die by the one he loves most.

In the end, Yoo Jonghyuk did the last blow.

Kim Dokja thinks Han Sooyoung will tease him about this ‘poetic’ event.

“I miss them too,” he finally says.

Yoo Jonghyuk stops glaring and nods.

Under his breath, Kim Dokja adds, “That includes you.’

He stuffs another dumpling in his mouth.

It took a lot of boldness to breathe that out. Kim Dokja can’t look at Yoo Jonghyuk.

Yet over Omniscient Viewpoint…

[He missed me?]

If Kim Dokja looked up from his food, he would’ve seen the smallest of smiles on Yoo Jonghyuk.

[…that bastard.]

Eventually the rest of the dumplings are gone but that warm feeling remains inside Kim Dokja.

#my fic #kim dokja #yoo jonghyuk #dokhyuk #orv fic #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint

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alaenawrites · 5 years ago

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Falling For You

You got ditched at the last minute before prom – who will your date be?

In which Remus and Sirius are strangers, left dateless during the Yule Ball.

lmk if I should do a part 2!!

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Remus looked around, scratching the back of his neck where the itchy dress robes were rubbing against his neck. There was no sign of his date, Lucia, anywhere in the crowded Great Hall, and he figured that she must be inside already- or upstairs in her dorm, avoiding the dance altogether. He glanced at his watch again: half past six. The Yule Ball had started almost a half an hour earlier, but there was no sign of his date, only various students from different schools milling around.

He sighed. “She’s not coming.”

James patted his shoulder comfortingly, already half-distracted by Lily, who was growing restless and wanted to dance. “Sorry, mate. Maybe someone else doesn’t have a date?”

Remus shrugged. There wasn’t really any point now; James and Lily were already growing tired of standing around, his friend Marcus had decided not to come, and every other person seemed to have a date. Except him. You have a date, he reminded himself sternly. She’s just not here yet. He sighed.

“Go.” He waved his hand towards the Ball. “You two should go. I don’t want to keep you.” James made a protesting noise, but Lily was already half dragging him to the dance floor, sending an apologetic look his way before disappearing into the crowd. Remus tried to put on a smile, but it came out forced. He was just turning to go back up the stairs, back to the Ravenclaw dorms, back into bed, when he saw something- or, rather, someone. Someone standing, leaning against a wall, looking very anxious but covering it well. Someone very, very, alone.

He was dressed in silver and grey dress robes, fitting perfectly around his skinny, but well built, frame. His dark hair fell to just above his shoulders, curling neatly at the ends. His pale skin wasn’t ghostly but… rich. That was the only way to describe it. He looked as though he was trying very hard to be casual, but Remus could see where his toes were tapping the slightest bit, where his fingers were twisting inside the sleeves of his robes. With a start, Remus realized he couldn’t so much see those things as he could feel them. It was almost as though this boy’s every movement was ingrained in him, or like his brain had changed the dial on the radio station and tuned in exactly to him. He was glancing nervously around the room, almost as if he were looking for someone. Remus’s breath caught. All of a sudden he felt as though he were on fire, in the best possible way. His fingertips tingled, his chest grew warm, and it felt as though his brain were going to melt straight through his body. It took him a moment to realize why, but then he knew- the boy was staring straight at him. His grey eyes were sharp, but Remus could feel the mischievous undertones in every silver fleck. He let out the breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. With a jolt, he realized the boy was standing straight up. No, he wasn’t standing- he was walking. Towards him. He held back the urge to straighten his robes, to fix his hair, to fiddle with his wand. Be cool. He took a deep breath- in, and out. Then he put on a playful smirk.

Just as the boy was about to reach him, a student wearing heavy fur robes stumbled out of the ballroom, bumping into a few people. Remus’s eyes widened with what he knew was about to happen, but there was nothing he could do. He watched in horror as the large student tripped over another person’s foot, tumbling straight towards the boy. No. Straight towards me. For a moment all he could see, or hear, or smell was the faux fur of the boy’s robes. He waited for the hard landing to the floor, braced himself for the impact that… Wait. Why am I not on the floor? He blinked his eyes open and- there he was. The Boy. He felt his body ignite in all the places he was touching him, holding him. In a second, he realized what had happened. This boy, this beautiful boy, this beautiful boy whose face was now only inches away from his own, had caught him as he quite literally fell. Remus barely heard the Durmstrang student’s mumbled apology- he was far too focused on the Boy’s mouth, right above his own, with its pink, full lips. They looked soft. He wondered what it would be like to kiss those lips, to run a finger over them.

“Are you okay?” The words came out as a hoarse whisper, sending jolts of electricity up his spine. His eyes looked genuinely concerned.

Remus could barely respond. He nodded his head, still entranced by the boy’s face. He seemed to realize at the exact moment that Remus did that he had one hand dangerously close to Remus’s ass. Remus blushed as the boy quickly set him down, helping him stand up. He brushed off his robes, hoping he looked a little less dazed than he felt. Unlikely.

The boy offered his hand. “I’m Sirius.”

Remus stared at the outstretched hand, perhaps for a moment too long, before quickly pressing his hand to it. The hand was warm, rough with calluses. He probably played Quidditch.

“Remus. Thanks,” he stuttered out.

The boy cocked his head to one side, dropped his hand. “Would you like some punch?” He gestured towards the ballroom. Remus nodded, contemplated whether he should grab the boy’s hand again. Sirius. Sirius’s hand. He grabbed two cups from the table in the Hall and followed Sirius into the crowd.

#wolfstar #fluff #wolfstar fluff #yule ball #remus x sirius #should i do a part 2?#idk i kinda like it #the vibes tonight #remus and sirius #at the yule ball #in their dress robes #dancing together #wHEW

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