#Giving the slap/punch anon the look of shame

[everyonesfavoritenotetaker]

Any luck with Broccoli yet?

[🍋]"Nothing yet..." Lemon sighs, still sitting in the same spot he was when he first sat down.

"Somebody told me I should slap him to try to wake him up, but- That just seems like more harm than good."

There was a short movement from the other, along with a pained noise.

Broccoli is up!

"....Ughhhh- Where-" Broccoli pauses, looking around- Taking a moment to realize where they are.

"....How long was I out-?"

[🍋] ".....2? 3- Maybe 4-" Lemon has lost count at this point.

"3 what? Minutes? Hours?"

[🍋] "DAYS-"

"OH."

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

lati lati i'm curious

among all the genshin men we have so far, who do you think would be an incubus??

(i got this thought when i was listening to a vocaloid song called dream demons and if you're ever interested i totally recommend the song hehe)

also can i be lotus anon if it's not taken? :'D

hi hi lotus!

ooh incubus genshin men!! i love that idea! also i listened to the song and it was really nice! thank you for the recommendation lotus! („• ֊ •„) as for the incubus, i can totally see kaeya, childe, and ayato as incubi! yes i chose the teasers, hush.

kaeya is a pretty obvious choice, considering his charming and flirtatious personality and how much sex appeal the man has. he's perfectly integrated into human society so anyone who has heard of or experienced his charming and sultry words just brushes it off as kaeya being kaeya, and nothing more than that. but what they don't know is that kaeya is the main reason why so many people wake up with soaked underwear and their dripping sexes throbbing with a faint heat. kaeya is rather good at making his nighttime appearances more like a tucked away and forbidden dream rather than reality.

he's always trying out his charming and sultry attempts on you, pinning you against the wall, holding up your hand and pressing a soft kiss to it, you name it and he's done it. you know what he is, so do diluc and rosaria, and the three of you often have to hear his very detailed and explicit stories when the wine hits him hard. sure he's handsome and he's good with words, but a man that gets more ass than an entire generation probably isn't even worth the effort or time. well, kaeya begs to differ, and he'll be dammed if you manage to crawl out of his grasp.

childe is an absolute horndog, and being an incubus just makes it even worse. anytime he picks a fight and wins, his arousal spikes through the damn roof. and he doesn't help that the fatui already have a nefarious enough reputation all throughout teyvat, and childe does little to help that. he's either the one clapping cheeks or he's getting his cheeks clapped. either way, he's like kaeya, but with less shame and he much prefers to start a fight to get his blood and adrenaline flowing.

he's so fucking annoying, always pestering you to fight him and following you around like a lost puppy. he's so clingy, hugging you when you least expect it and getting a reflexive punch to the face for it; he could be a creeper for all you knew. but all it does is just turn him on even more and he looks ready to cum in his pants that very moment. somehow he's zhongli approved and a part of you wonders how many meals and stuff childe must've paid for to be approved as boyfriend material by zhongli of all people. not that he cares; if that's what it takes to get your attention, then to hell with it.

ayato is much more low-key about his being an incubus since he has a reputation to keep up after all. so it would make sense that he tends to be much more pent up than the previous two before him. sure he can be a tease and has a silver tongue, but he ain't getting much since people can talk and well, he can't have that going around now can he? so he can only rely on so much self-help before he eventually snaps and sucks the most delectable person nearest to him dry.

he's always somehow in places you'll be, acting and speaking oh so sweetly and brushing up against you softly like you two are long-time friends. no matter how many deadpan insults you throw at him or the judgemental stares you give him, he just brushes it off and makes it clear that he ain't going anywhere. when nobody is looking, he'll brush his lips across the shell of your ear, but you can't bitch slap him or you'll be getting stares from everyone all around. you know it's not his fault that he's like this, but you'd prefer it if he could at least be horny when you're away from a crowd.

and yes, they all have long tails and cute horns. and if they finally manage to win your hard-ass over, don't be surprised when you feel said tail curling around you in excitement. literally, anything you do riles them up and gets them going faster than the speed of light. they may or may not use the incubus mark on your tummy to make you feel so so good when they're pounding their cock into you, your cute wails and moans sending erotic pleasure to their erections. and you look so cute with their mark on your tummy too♡

[earlgreydream]

training.

| stucky x reader | smut | fluff |

anon requested. plz write a squirting fic with stucky & Bucky holds the reader down

dom!stucky helping you train & things get steamy

“Y/N, let’s go,” Steve called, watching you stretch in the corner of the gym. You nodded, bouncing to your feet and walking up to the mat in the center of the room. 

The training room was empty, barring you, Steve, and Bucky. School kept you busy during the day, leaving you to practice your fighting and defense at night. You didn’t mind, preferring to have the gym to yourself, able to train privately with your two super-soldier boyfriends. 

“Driving me crazy watching you stretch like that,” Bucky stated, taking your hand and helping you onto the sparring mat. 

Both boys struggled to keep their eyes off of you when you showed up to train in tiny spandex shorts and a sports bra. It was easier to move that way, and you needed all the help you could get during their intense sessions. Both men were shirtless, and your adrenaline was pulsing with sexual energy. You pushed the impure thoughts out of your head, trying to focus so you didn’t get the life beaten out of you. 

Steve watched as you practiced dodging hits from Bucky, moving swiftly out of the way of the blows. He tried to grab you, and you dropped low, managing to sweep him off of his feet by grabbing his ankle and yanking it out from under him. 

“Damn,” Steve smirked at you proudly, and you jumped on top of Bucky, shoving him back down before he could get up. 

“Think you’re so fucking smooth?” Bucky asked, flipping the two of you over, pinning you down to the mat. The surface was cold against your back, and amusement flashed in his silver eyes, along with lust, his eyes trailing down your body. He loved pinning you below him, proving that your body would bend to his will, even during your training. Steve adjusted himself, knowing he couldn’t get this hard while you worked, because he was up to work with you next. 

You used the instant of Bucky’s distraction to bring your knee up to his abdomen. He shouted, loosening his grip on you, unintentionally allowing you to slip out from under him. You kicked him down, standing on top of his back with a pleased grin. 

“How was that, Captain?” you asked Steve cheekily. 

“Very good, honey,” he tried not to laugh. 

Bucky knocked you off, and you fell hard against the mat. 

“Hey! You’re not allowed to be mad that I’m doing well!” you cried, the breath knocked out of you from the impact. 

He slapped your ass, not caring that you were succeeding in combat training. You shrieked at the sting that spread through your skin, and you gave Bucky a vicious look. You were annoyed at how aroused you were getting, at the action certainly didn’t help. 

“Buck, that’s enough.” 

Steve walked over, helping you to your feet. You thanked him, giving Bucky another scathing look. 

“Hey, cut the attitude. Go run,” Steve said, pointing to the padded track that stretched around the perimeter of the gym. You sighed but obeyed, jogging around the room. 

“Fuck, she’s going to kill me,” Bucky whispered, watching your body bounce as you ran. Steve agreed, definitely admiring your ass. You could feel their heated gazes, and it made you slick between your thighs. You had to train, but you were quickly going hungry for sex. 

You joined them once you finished your lap, sweat giving your skin a sheen. Bucky whistled at you, and you couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping your lips. 

“Come here,” you said, pulling him into a kiss. You were startled about how starved it was, his tongue instantly pushing into your mouth. He gripped your ass in his hands, and Steve scolded the two of you. 

You boxed with Steve, doing the drills that Bucky shouted out at you. Your breathing increased, your chest rising and falling quickly and your body bouncing on the mat as you delivered punches and kicks to the pads he held. 

The boys didn’t care as you grew tired, and you wrestled with Bucky, rolling around on the mat. Your thighs went around his head as you tried to roll the two of you over, but he knocked you down, his hands pinning you to the mat as he buried his face between your legs. 

“I want to fuck you so damn bad,” he growled into the spandex, making you moan with need, unable to hide it any longer. 

“Please, Bucky,” you begged.

“Sergeant, to you. We’re still training,” Steve corrected, your eyes rolling back at the command. 

Your hips were shoved to the ground, and Bucky climbed over you, kissing up your bare torso.

“Doll, you wanted to get fucked, didn’t you? Wearing the one you know I like,” he growled, nipping at you through the sports bra that held you in place. 

“Yes, Sergeant,” you answered, trying to roll your hips up into his. 

Bucky pulled down the zipper with his teeth, freeing you as the sports bra fell open. Steve swore, tossing his sweats off, kneeling down behind your head. 

Bucky couldn’t keep his hands from your chest, tugging at your nipples and making you squeal and writhe under him. 

“Want your Captain to fuck your mouth?” Bucky asked, smirking at you. 

“Yes, please!” You parted your lips, making Steve laugh darkly and cradle your head in his large hands. 

“So needy, honey. You’re so horny you’ll take dick anywhere you can get it, huh?” Steve teased, and you felt yourself growing even more soaked.

You moaned as he fucked into your mouth, burying himself in your throat. Steve groaned as you opened your jaw, running your tongue along the veins of his cock. 

“Fuck,” he swore, his blonde head falling back. He struggled not to slam into your throat, being careful as he rolled forward steadily.

You jolted as Bucky lightly bit down on your soft skin, delighting in the sound you made. He let off you, kneeling between your legs and pulling the spandex from your hips. 

“She’s fucking soaked, Stevie,” he gasped, running his fingers through your glistening slit. 

“All that from being thrown around by us?” Steve asked, knowing very well you couldn’t answer with your mouth still full of him. 

Bucky held your thighs open before his tongue replaced your fingers, the muscle dragging through your folds and pushing inside of you with shallow thrusts. You moaned around Steve, making the soldier’s hips stutter.

Bucky ate you out, holding your hips still and pressing his tongue flat against your cunt, making you squeal around Steve.

“I’m going to come, honey,” Steve’s voice was deep and raspy, sending heat shuddering through you. 

You gripped his thighs on either side of your head as he spilled down your throat, filling your mouth with his taste. You swallowed all of it, your eyes glassy as you gazed up at him. 

“So good for your Captain,” he praised you, leaning down to press a heady kiss to your lips. 

“Bucky!” You yelled as you came, gushing onto his chin, gasping as he lapped it all up. 

“You look so hot when you come, doll,” Bucky wiped his mouth, letting you catch your breath. 

You started to get up, but Steve stopped you, his hand wrapping around your neck and pulling you into a messy makeout session, distracting you as Bucky pried your legs back open. 

Steve laid you back down on the mat, groping your tits as Bucky knelt between your thighs. 

“Beg, doll,” Bucky smirked, brushing his tip against your clit, through your folds, teasing you.

“Please fuck me, Sergeant. I need to feel you in my pussy,” you whined, biting your lip and arching your back off of the floor. Steve smirked as you shuddered under his touch.

He rolled forward into you, stretching you out and satiating your throbbing need to be filled. Pleasure erupted through your body and you moaned, pushing your hips against his, trying to pull him deeper inside of you.

The air was thick and sexually charged. You were sensitive from your first orgasm, and you shuddered as Bucky’s tip brushed against your g-spot. The pressure was quickly rebuilding in your belly, and you were dangerously close to a second orgasm as Bucky rocked steadily into your pussy, encouraged by Steve’s teasing hands. 

“I’m close, I can’t hold it,” you warned, unable to fight it off. 

“You’re going to wait until we tell you, doll,” Bucky ordered, squeezing your thighs. Tears threatened to fall as you tried to hold back, and a choked shriek escaped you as he came inside of you, riding out his own orgasm with shallow thrusts, painting the inside of your velvet walls with his release. 

“Thank you, Sergeant,” you squeezed his wrist, your vision blurring. 

“Go ahead,” Steve granted you permission, and the pressure gave way, sending a powerful orgasm rushing through you. Your legs were shaky under Bucky’s hands, all of your nerves sparking like a live wire. Tears slid from your eyes, and Steve kissed them off your cheeks.

“You look so gorgeous when you fell apart, honey, all spread open and getting fucked here on the floor,” his deep voice shot down your spine and settled in your cunt. Bucky felt your walls seize around him at Steve’s lewd words rolling from his lips.

“Does it turn you on to hear Steve tell you filthy things?” Bucky asked, his gaze alerting you that he demanded an answer. 

“Yes!” you confessed, blushing.

There was no reason to be embarrassed about it, especially given what you were doing. They reveled in seeing you so shy, tearing your walls down as they took turns fucking the doubt from your mind. Neither of the boys teased you to shame you, they ate up your confidence in your sexuality, and they wanted to know how best to please you. Despite their dominance over you, they did everything for you, striving to extract as much pleasure from you as possible. 

And fuck, they were so good at it. 

You’d never experienced anything like the two of them, and any relationship or sex that predated them was rendered completely irrelevant. They blew your mind over and over again, taking you to heights of pleasure you had no idea were even possible. 

“I know you have another one in you, doll,” Bucky grinned, and you blushed, shaking your head.

“I’ve already come twice-”

“You can do it again, it’ll feel so good, I promise,” Steve kissed you, dragging you back onto his lap. He pushed his legs between yours, spreading you open on top of his body. 

You were hypersensitive already, and out of breath from the training and sex with the men who had superhuman stamina. Steve’s fingers pushed inside of you, curling forward and brushing your spongey walls, making you writhe on his lap. Bucky’s lips caught yours, tasting Steve still on your tongue. You moaned into his mouth as Steve fingered you quickly, lewd noises filling the gym as his fingers slid in and out of your pussy, slick from both yours and Bucky’s come. Bucky’s hand went between you, rubbing your clit as Steve pushed two fingers deep inside of you. He leaned back on his heels, watching you squirm and beg incoherently for more. 

“Captain!” you shrieked, about to snap. 

White-hot euphoria burned through you like fire, searing everything inside of you and swirling in your clit. You screamed and pulled on Steve’s hair as it shattered, electricity sparking through every inch of your skin. You squirted all over their hands and the padding below you, soaking everything between your legs. You panted, trying to draw air into your lungs and recover from the intensity, melting back into Steve’s arms.

“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life,” Bucky praised you, making your cheeks rosy. You’d never done that before, and you were suddenly shy around them, hiding your face.

“You alright, baby? That was a lot, huh?” Steve chuckled softly, kissing your cheek and hugging you tightly against him. 

“Yes, holy shit,” you swore, closing your legs and curling up into Steve. 

Your legs were still trembling slightly, even once they’d cleaned you up enough to slide your shorts back up your legs and rezipping your bra so you could walk through Stark Tower back to your room. 

“You did great, doll.” Bucky kissed your cheek before following you back to your room, turning on the shower as Steve set you down.

“I’m not letting you shower with me, I can’t go another round, and I know you two. Go shower and come back,” you laughed, pushing them out of your bathroom. 

You got clean, sitting on the tiled seat in your shower, still weak on your feet. Once the water started to go cold, you got out and dried off. You searched through your things, pulling a clean pair of cotton shorts on your legs and Bucky’s NASA hoodie, letting the fabric swallow you up. You wrapped your arms around yourself, breathing in Bucky’s scent that lingered on his clothes, like sandalwood and lemons. It instantly relaxed you, taking the edge off of your raw nerves. 

Your muscles were a little sore, and you grabbed a bottle of lotion from your dresser. The door opened and Steve and Bucky entered, Steve immediately going to stretch out on your bed. Bucky smiled when he saw you in his hoodie, and he hugged you from behind, kissing the back of your head. 

“Do you mind?” you asked, handing him the bottle. 

“Of course not.”

You sat on the bed and Bucky massaged the lotion into your muscles, patiently listening to you talk about your day. Steve’s soft blue eyes never left yours, playing with your fingers, his head resting in your lap. 

“Can we skip training tomorrow? I’m exhausted,” you asked, and Bucky smirked.

“Yeah, I suppose you can have one day off.” 

“So generous,” you giggled, leaning into his side as he settled down next to you. 

“We can always work out another way,” Steve suggested teasingly. 

[ebelwrites]

could you write the soulmates fic where both make a mistake? and then them fixing it?

Look who’s finally back to writing! Sorry for the big gap. You know how you try to write something and it’s just not coming but you keep trying to force yourself to write it anyway? That’s what I was doing; until I finally decided to give up and write something else, which got finished in two days. So, to the anon who asked ages ago for some Bad Sans Poly, I’m sorry, but that ask has been pushed back yet again. I think the idea I was trying to write was more suited for headcanons, so I’ll try again later with a new idea.

I’ll edit this later to link to the first two stories, I don’t have the time right now, sorry. But I will do it once I get home from work. In the meantime, I hope you guys enjoy this.

{EDIT}Here are the links: Reviving Something Dead and An Old Promise And A New Future

Nightmare’s fist collided with the punching bag hard enough to make his knuckles sting. Without pausing, Nightmare swung his other hand around to hit the bag just as hard. He barely noticed the twinges of pain, his mind lost deep in thought. Last night hadn’t been kind to him; he’d tossed and turned for hours, trapped in memories of more painful times. A time when the glow of his soulmate’s wings meant pain instead of comfort. Every time he closed his eyes to try and get some rest, he’d see Dream’s face looking at him in disgust. The attacks, the tests, the pain; all of it had played over and over to him.

He’d abandoned his attempts at sleep in the early hours of the morning, long before Error or Cross had been awake. He’d downed a few cups of coffee before heading off to find something to take his emotions out on. The castle’s gym was proving to be a very effective recipient to the anger he needed to unleash. The place was deserted; too early for the earliest of risers to be there, yet too late for the insomniacs and late-workers. The solitude suited him just fine.

A brief shout escaped his throat as his mind drifted back to his dreams, his memories, and he kicked the bag in frustration. He quickly moved back as the bag jerked erratically on its chain, before turning away entirely with a disgusted noise. He felt both frustrated and ashamed to be so affected by this; Dream had apologised, he’d been making amends, they’d been working through this, they had been doing great together. So why did some freaking nightmares have to make him feel like there were bugs crawling under his skin?

“Nightmare?” Oh, great, exactly who he didn’t want to see right now. Dream stood in the doorway of the gym, looking rather confused. “What are you doing here?”

“What? Am I not allowed to be here?” Anger burned like a fire inside him, sarcasm heavy in his snap at Dream. He saw the other straighten in response to his tone, his expression only growing more confused. Understandable, since Nightmare had gone from affectionate in their last encounter to snappish and angry now. But his continued presence only fueled Nightmare’s anger.

“Is something wrong, Nightmare?” Dream stepped inside the doorway, and Nightmare felt like someone had taken an electric jumper cable to him. “What is going on?”

“No. Shoo. Go away.” Nightmare couldn’t decide whether he wanted to hide away from Dream in the corner or go marching up to Dream to scream in his face. Rationally, he knew neither would end well, but reason had very little say in his mind right now. “I don’t want to see you today. Leave.” But Dream wasn’t listening to Nightmare’s words right now, it seemed. He stepped closer to Nightmare, and Nightmare could feel himself growing more and more ready for a fight with every step Dream took.

“Did I do something wrong, Nightmare?” Dream’s voice remained soothing and calm, not that it was having much effect on Nightmare at this moment. “I can’t do anything until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“Oh, only everything.” Nightmare spat back. “And, unless you’ve got a time machine stashed away, your chance to make things better has long gone.” Now Dream’s face held more understanding, and his expression saddened.

“Ah, that.” Dream paused before walking closer to Nightmare. “I deeply regret the past, you know I do. And I’m going to spend an eternity making it up to you. But I can’t change it, I can only try to do better. Nightmare, I love you so much. I always have. Can we talk it out, moment to moment? Perhaps it will give you some closure.”

“Love me, huh? Always loved me, huh? Loved me so much, it took almost no time at all to replace me!” He spat the last two words, taking a step towards Dream. He wasn’t going to be scared into a corner.

“What are you-” Dream seemed even more confused and rather worried. Nightmare didn’t even let him finish speaking.

“I know about Ani.” The room fell silent as Dream put the pieces together. Even then, it looked like he still didn’t really understand what Nightmare was talking about. Well, Nightmare wasn’t going to let him guess any longer.

“Sure didn’t take you long to find someone better, did it?” Nightmare could feel tears starting to creep into the corners of his eyes, and he angrily shook them off. “Someone kinder, someone sweeter, someone who had more of a hero worship for you; I’m sure it didn’t take long for you to forget all about me. Not when there was someone more perfect to take my place.”

“Nightmare, that is not true.” Dream sounded more frantic now, and part of Nightmare relished in the fact that Dream was upset. “I never replaced you, and I never forgot about you! Whatever made you think I wanted to replace you?”

“Because you are ashamed of me.” Dream looked like someone had punched him in the gut.

“I am not asham-”

“Yes, you are! You always have been!” Nightmare was screaming now; he wasn’t sure if the tears in his eyes were from anger or from sadness anymore. “Why else would you never have told any of the villagers you were my soulmate? Why else wouldn’t you have told anyone now?”

“Shame was not the reason I never told them, Nightmare!” Now Dream was angry, and the few feet between them felt like inches.

“Says the one who lied about me for decades to the entire multiverse! You’re always happy to twist the truth when it makes you look better! What did you tell Ani when they asked about your soulmate? How quickly did you skip over me to look better to them?”

“Do not bring Ani into this!”

“If you won’t talk about them or admit the truth, then we’re done here!” With that, NIghtmare stalked off towards the exit, only to be stopped by a hand around his wrist.

“Do not walk away-”

“Get your hands off me!” The sound of Nightmare slapping off Dream’s hand echoed loudly in the room, startling both of them. Nightmare looked at their hands, separated by only a few inches of air, Dream’s fingers starting to turn red from his slap, and felt the grief he’d been desperately trying to hold back rise up within him.

“Leave.” Nightmare’s voice was quiet and shaky, but it was the loudest sound in the room. “And don’t come back.” There were a few moments where Dream stood frozen, quiet, before he turned and walked out the door. Once Dream was gone, Nightmare dropped to his knees on the cold floor. He felt grief and sorrow whirl within him, and the sense that he’d just lost something precious to him. And then he cried.

“Go away.” Nightmare mumbled into his pillow, too exhausted and spent to even lift his head at the knocking on his door. His blankets cocooned him and his pillow was wet from tears. He didn’t know how long he’d been hiding in his room. The knocker paused, before opening the door and walking over to the bed. Nightmare groaned and turned his head to glare with one eye at the intruder.

“I told you not to come in.”

“Yeah, you did. But someone needed to talk to you.” Cross seemed entirely unrepentant at the intrusion and sat on the bed next to Nightmare’s feet. “So, Ink told us what happened.” Nightmare let out another groan and turned his face back into the pillow.

“How did he even know?”

“Security cameras.” Nightmare felt Cross’ hand on his ankle. “He saw it, then told me and Error. Wasn’t pretty.” Nightmare made a sad noise and sunk further into his mattress.

“So, what got you all riled up before the fight? I know it wasn’t feather bastard, since you last saw him before you went to bed and you were pretty happy then. But then, even before you met him in the gym, you were spoiling for a fight. What happened?” Nightmare made a pitiful sound into his pillow.

“Bad dream?” Another sad noise, and he heard Cross sigh. The hand on his ankle began rubbing his leg and Nightmare felt himself purr a little at the touch. “So, you had some bad dreams, I’m guessing they were actually bad memories, and you decided the best way to deal with it was to take it out on wingboy.” Nightmare grumbled and turned his face out of the pillow again.

“You make it sound like this was over nothing. I did have some pretty big issues with some things he’s done.”

“Yes, you did. But you didn’t go in there wanting answers and resolutions, you went in there wanting to punch his face in. There’s a big difference in those two approaches.” Nightmare let out another grumble.

“What are you trying to tell me?” There was a long pause, and Nightmare could see the internal struggle on Cross’ face, before he finally spoke again.

“I’m saying… I think you should hear him out.” Nightmare gave him an incredulous look and Cross rolled his eyes a bit in response. “I’m not saying pretend nothing happened and continue on your merry way. But, you would never be content without closure. Arguments happen, and so do misunderstandings. You would never be okay without knowing for sure. Hear out his reasons, and then decide if he was a jerk.”

“If this was a misunderstanding, why hasn’t he come to talk it over?”

“Because you told him to leave, and to not come back. So he did.” Nightmare growled, but he had to admit that Cross had a point.

“Why are you pushing this so hard?”

“Because, I may not like Dream, I may still have my own issues with him, but,” he pauses, looking somewhat disgruntled, “since you got back with him, you’ve been the happiest I’ve ever seen you. I don’t want you to throw that away over a mistake.” Nightmare couldn’t speak; that Cross thought that way, it was rather touching.

“However, if this was him being a prick, I’ll kick his ass for you, okay?” A laugh escaped Nightmare at that and he gave a nod.

“Okay, I’ll go see him.” Cross gave him a grin and a pat.

“Good. But first, you might want to clean your face up. You look like you cried a biblical flood.” Nightmare guffawed and gave Cross a mock punch.

“You jerk!”

Nightmare knocked hesitantly on the door to Dream’s office. He got permission to come in, and he opened the door. But he couldn’t bring himself to go beyond the doorway. He let out a cough and Dream’s eyes snapped over to him. There were bags beneath the other’s eyes and he looked a bit rough. Dream opened his mouth, then closed it again before looking down. Silence hung in the room; Nightmare shuffled his feet before he managed to gather the courage to speak.

“Dream,” the other’s eyes lifted to him again at the sound of his name, “can we talk?”

“Of course, come in.” Dream stood from his chair, seemed to think twice about approaching Nightmare, then sat again. Nightmare sighed, took the chair on the other side of the desk, and brought it next to Dream. They both shuffled in their seats for a moment before realising that it wasn’t going to get any more comfortable.

“So,” Nightmare held Dream’s gaze as he spoke, “we have a lot to talk about. And I am ready to talk about it this time. Properly. I need answers.” Dream gave him a nod in return..

“Whatever you need; I’ll do my best.” Nightmare felt the edges of his lips drift upwards at that, feeling somewhat braver.

“You said that shame wasn’t the reason you didn’t tell people about us; what is the reason?”

“I was never ashamed of being your soulmate, Nightmare. Never.” Dream’s eyes never strayed from Nightmare’s face as he spoke. “I was worried about how they would react if they knew. It might have made them more accepting of you, but more likely-”

“More likely, it would only have made things worse.” Nightmare finished for him. Dream nodded solemnly.

“I was afraid that they would hurt you if they found out.” Nightmare looked down, feeling rather ashamed at the wrong conclusion that he’d first jumped to and then argued as truth. Hearing the actual truth was bittersweet.

“I do have something to admit,” Nightmare looked up again as Dream continued to talk. “Our argument has made me realise that I am now hiding our relationship out of shame; not of you, never of you, but of myself.” He took a breath then continued. “There are many people here who would be, rightfully, furious with me if they found out I was your soulmate. Without thinking about it, I became worried about the backlash of such an announcement, so I kept our relationship hidden. That was wrong of me, and it wasn’t fair to you.”

“If it is alright with you, regardless as to whether we continue on being together after this, I would like to announce that you are my soulmate.” Nightmare thought for a while, taking in everything he’d heard. He turned over everything in his mind, then reached out and rested a hand on top of Dream’s hand.

“I’m okay with you making that announcement. And,” he gave Dream’s hand a small squeeze and gave the other man a small smile, “I would like for us to keep going on together. I don’t want to let something like this break us; I won’t let something like this break us.” Dream blinked, then a smile lit up his face. His other hand came around to cover Nightmare’s.

“I would like for us to continue being together as well. Thank you.” Nightmare gave a nod, his smile growing wider and wider. The corners of his eyes stung once more, but this time, at least, he knew they were happy tears. They sat in comfortable silence, hand in hand, enjoying the moment.

“I am sorry, Nightmare,” Dream said, giving him a glance, “for pushing you to talk when you didn’t want to. And for grabbing you.” Nightmare gave a shake of his head.

“I’m sorry for picking a fight when you were only trying to help. And for taking my bad mood out on you.”

“Nightmare,” his hand was clasped between Dream’s, the weight grounding him to reality, “if you have concerns, or questions that need answers, please let me know. If you ask, I will answer.”

“Okay; if you’ll do the same. I don’t want another fight like before.”

“More communication about things that are bothering us,” Dream’s thumb was rubbing gentle circles into the back of his hand, and Nightmare felt himself becoming more at peace, “rather than staying quiet about them and hoping they’ll go away. I would rather a hundred little discussions and arguments than another big fight.”

“So would I.” Nightmare’s gaze wandered to the window; the sky was a bright blue and there were almost no clouds. It was a beautiful day. “Do you want me to give an interview or something after the reveal? Have me explain that things are cool now between us?” He could see Dream shaking his head out of the corner of his eye.

“No; this, all of this, has been my mistake. I will deal with it on my own. It is what is right.” Nightmare wondered if that should really be how it is, but chose not to disturb the peace for now. He could discuss it further with Dream later and see what agreement they come to. Nightmare leaned back in his chair with a sigh, drawing Dream’s gaze back to him. Nightmare turned to him with a hesitant smile.

“So, as good as all this has been, I do want to talk about another thing.” Dream gave him a nod to go on. “I would like to talk about Ani.” He felt Dream stiffen, then relax. There was a moment where they both prepared themselves for the conversation, then Dream spoke.

“What do you want to know?”

“Did you love them?” Nightmare swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Yes, I did. I still do.” Dream gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “But I was not lying when I said that I always loved you. I love you both so dearly. You were never in competition with each other. My love for one of you did not diminish my love for the other. I felt terrible, guilty, that I still loved you when I was with Ani; and now I feel the same for still loving Ani while I’m with you. I am sorry if this is hard for you to hear. Ani might not have been my soulmate, but they were very special to me; you both are special to me. I don’t think I could give up loving either of you.” There was silence as Nightmare processed all that Dream had told him, and he could see the other growing more and more concerned the longer the silence went on. The hands holding his own began to tremble.

“Tell me about them,” he said, at last, eyes locked to their hands. “What were they like?”

“Compassionate. And generous. Always thinking of others.” A tiny hint of a smile had begun to return to Dream’s face. “They smiled so brightly, even when they were in so much pain. They also reminded me a lot of you. So smart, and quick-witted. They might have been quiet, but they refused to take anyone’s nonsense.” Dream gave a small chuckle, his eyes growing sad. “They would have been… horribly disappointed in me, if they had ever found out about you. I imagine they would have had some rather choice words for me regarding my treatment of you.”

“They sound wonderful,” Nightmare said, wetting his lips. Dream’s eyes closed, joy and sadness mixing together on his face.

“They were. I wish you two could have met. I think they would have liked you, and I think you would have liked them too.”

“…Did you ever confess to them?”

“No. I only knew them for seven months. I fell for them, but I thought I would have time later to say everything. I did not know they were in such bad health.” Nightmare nodded, not that Dream could see it, and thought.

“You love us both, equally?”

“Yes.”

“And loving one does not take away from the other?”

“It does not.” Nightmare took a deep breath.

“Then,” he turned to Dream, closing the distance between them, “then I think I’m okay with them holding a piece of your heart.” He pressed against Dream’s side, leaning into the other’s body. Dream’s arms wrapped loosely around him, the touch warm and comforting. “Will you take me to their grave later? I want to say hello.”

“Of course.” Dream gave him a sweet look full of love. “Thank you, Nightmare, for understanding.”

“Yeah; thanks for being honest.” Nightmare yawned and snuggled further into Dream. “We going to keep going forward together? And do things better this time?”

“Yes; less silence, and more talking. We are going to do this right.” Nightmare gave a happy nod, feeling himself start to fall asleep in his soulmate’s arms. He had his answers, and he had his peace. The world felt right once more, and he was certain there would be no nightmares tonight.

No matter how well people get along, there were always going to be problems, stumbles, pitfalls, and arguments. No one is perfect; therefore no relationship was going to be perfect. But the ones that last, are when the people are always willing to make things right again afterwards.

[rendezvousroger]

First (Ben Hardy x Reader)

Summary: The reader is younger than Ben and she is also a virgin. (Sorry I’m never good at summarizing.)

A/N: This is probably one of my favorites, I loved writing this a lot so thank you anon for requesting it. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did. (I will fix any grammar errors when I get the time!)

Warnings: Probably a little smut. *wink, wink*

The sun rays peeking through the window and hitting your face made you slowly open your eyes after an amazing night’s sleep. You always found it hard to wake up so early in the morning but the sight of your blonde, sleepy boyfriend next to you in bed, made it easier.

You lay in bed for a few minutes just admiring the gorgeous man laying next to you. Taking in how peaceful he looked, how his eyes fluttered by the sun hitting his face and how his blonde hair was a beautiful mess. You could spend the rest of your life staring at his beauty.

“Why are you up so early?” His eyes remained closed as his raspy voice brought a smile to your face.

“The sun is too bright.” You whispered, softly running your hand through his blonde curls.

“I love it when you do that.” He murmured.

You knew already how much Ben loved it when you played with his hair, it either makes him fall asleep or turns him on, there’s no in between.

“Wake up sleeping beauty,” you said as you got on your feet, “I’m hungry and you know I always burn the waffles.”

Ben smiled and slowly opened his eyes and stared at you for awhile too, loving the sight of you wearing his favorite grey hoodie. 

“I’ll be up in a minute love.” Ben said and closed his eyes again.

You decided you would let your boyfriend sleep a little more and headed downstairs to try and make breakfast. Since you didn’t want to burn the waffles, you decided on making scrambled eggs and French toast. 

“Smells like you didn’t burn anything this time.” You heard his voice and looked at his sleepy yet beautiful green eyes.

“I made it all with love.”

“Hmm, then it will be very tasty.”

Once the two of you were finished having breakfast, you both headed over to the sofa to drink your second cup of coffee, your usual morning routine.

“I love my mornings with you.” Ben said out of nowhere, making your heart flutter.

“So do I.” You smiled at him.

Moments like these never failed to remind you how in love you were with Ben. It hadn’t been that long since you started dating, but there had always been something going on between the two of you. The reason why it took some time for you both to make it official and become a couple, was probably the fact that you were younger than him. 

“It’s only seven years Y/N,” Ben said one night you were discussing about giving it a shot, “Joe and I have a bigger age gap!”

“I know but what if-“

“I love you.” He whispered as he gently grabbed your face and made you look straight into his eyes.

“I love you too.” You replied.

“Whatever people have to say, won’t matter. You’re 21, you’re an adult and so am I, it’s alright.” Ben reassured you as he softly kissed your lips.

Yes, it was mostly you the one overreacting about your age gap most of the times, but the truth is you were very self conscious about yourself. You knew your age wasn’t such a big deal since Rami and Lucy were perfectly fine and in love and their age gap was way bigger than yours with Ben, but the fact that you were pretty unexperienced on the whole being in a relationship thing, was what truly made you so insecure about being with Ben who on the other hand, was very experienced on it.

Ben was pretty much your first serious boyfriend, sure you had had your flings with other guys, but never something serious, something real. 

You were also a virgin and that made you so extremely nervous since you knew Ben definitely wasn’t one. You two had already talked about it and it calmed you down but you were still nervous about being so unexperienced on it.

“Ben,” you whispered as you pulled away from his kiss, “Ben wait.”

“What’s wrong?” Ben asked.

It had been two months since you officially became a couple and things were getting heated after getting home from one of Joe’s parties. You and Ben were on his room and things were starting to go further as he took off your panties. He didn’t know you were a virgin by then, but you knew it was time to tell him.

“I don’t know if I can do this.” You said as you avoided looking at him.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s too soon.” He softly pecked you on the lips as he pulled the covers over your bodies and lay down next to you.

“It’s not that Ben.” You whispered, closing your eyes and snuggling up next to him, your heart beating faster as you thought about telling him the truth.

“What is it then?” He gently lifted your head up so you could look at him, “Are you alright?”

“Are you sure you won’t laugh at me?” You asked him and saw his face fall in confusion.

“Why would I laugh at you love?” He questioned.

“Because I’m lame.” 

“Lame? What are you talki-“

“Forget about it.”

“Wait,” Ben said as he grabbed your hand and softly kissed it, “I think I know what it is.”

“Do you?” You asked and felt your cheeks heat up.

“You haven’t done it.” He nodded at himself and smiled.

“Congratulations, you’re the winner!” You jokingly said and covered your face in shame.

“Hey, hey, hey..” Ben whispered as he pulled your hands away from your face, “there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Are you sure it doesn’t bother you?” 

“Are you joking?” He smiled and kissed your cheek.

“I’m not.” You said seriously.

“Y/N,” Ben cupped your face, “I don’t care if you’re a virgin, for some reason it turns me on even more.”

“Ben!” You playfully punched him on the shoulder, making him laugh and leave kisses all over your neck.

“I’ll wait for you.” He whispered and you kissed him.

You went to your house and couldn’t stop thinking about it. You loved Ben and you felt ready. You wanted him and you knew it was time. 

Even though you had stayed over at his place last night, the both of you still had plans to hang out tonight. You were planning on going to Joe’s house and have drinks but you decided on calling Ben and telling him you’d rather stay home with him. 

“Miss me already love?” Ben said on the phone.

“More than you think.”

“I like to hear that.” He said and you knew he was grinning.

“Will it bother you if we change tonight’s plans?” You asked, a little nervous.

“Is everything alright?” His voice suddenly changed.

“Yeah, everything’s great,” you calmed him down, “I just feel like spending some alone time with you, that’s all.”

“So you want me all to yourself huh?” 

“Could be.” You said.

“Alright then,” Ben said, “I’ll give Joe a call and tell him we’ll see him some other day.”

“Sounds good!” You said a little too excited, “See you later love.”

“See you babe.” And he hung up.

You felt the nerves kick in as you thought about what was going to happen tonight. Ben had absolutely no idea about it and you knew he probably thought you were just going to watch a movie together and make out and do other stuff. The fact that you were a virgin didn’t mean you left Ben without some action.

While you were taking a shower you made sure to shave and exfoliate your whole body so you could feel more confident with yourself. You wore your favorite red lingerie which had never been worn before since you were saving it for this special occasion and you also covered your body with Ben’s favorite perfume on you.

You felt so confident and sensual you definitely knew you were ready. 

Once time went by and it was ready for you to go to Ben’s place, you took one last glance at yourself in the mirror and smiled at what you were seeing. Even though the whole way to Ben’s house felt eternal since you were pretty nervous, you were excited for tonight.

“So what are we watching tonight?” Ben asked as he let you inside.

“Bohemian Rhapsody?” You joked and he playfully slapped your bum, “I’m joking!”

“Sure you are.” He smiled.

“What if we just go to your room and talk while we listen to music?” You said innocently, making Ben a little confused.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” He asked.

“Not really,” you said and kissed his lips softly, “I just want to relax with you for a bit.”

Ben followed you upstairs to his room, his heart beating faster every step since he thought there was something wrong going on with you. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked as you watched his confused face.

“Are you breaking up with me?” He asked and you almost choked.

“What?!”

“I don’t know, you’re acting a bit weird so I thought maybe you felt li-“

You cut him off by crashing your lips to his. At first Ben didn’t respond since he was a little shocked by your sudden move but he then kissed you back hungrily, making you pull his hair as he moaned.

“Does this feel like I want to break up with you?” You whispered once you broke the kiss.

“Not at all.” He replied and pressed his lips against yours again.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and Ben placed you down on the bed as he passionately moved his mouth from your lips to your neck and left a trail of hickeys all over your neck.

He took your blouse off, revealing your lace underwear and making him grin at you.

“Is this why you wanted me all to yourself?” He said as he kissed the hollow between your chest. 

“Mhm” 

Ben was quick to take off your leggings and blush at your matching lace underwear as you made him take off his own clothes too.

“Ben.” You moaned as he made his way down your stomach.

“Yeah?” He whispered, his lips still pressed on your skin.

“I want you.” You whispered.

Ben stopped and looked at you.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m ready.” 

“Y/N,”

“I love you and I want it to be with you.” You whispered and stared straight into his green eyes.

He smiled and slowly kissed your lips, gently stroking your cheek as you ran a hand through his hair. 

“I love you Y/N.” He said and grabbed a condom from his bedside table.

“I see you’re prepared.” You laughed.

“They’ve always been there, I swear.” He smiled and put on the condom.

Ben placed himself on top you and ran his hands up and down your body before unlatching your bra and taking it off. You grabbed one of his hands and placed it on the hem of your underwear, making him bite his lip and take them off.

Once the two of you were completely naked, he started rubbing you, making you moan. He put two fingers inside you as you felt yourself getting wet. Ben kept kissing you hungrily and you pulled away to speak.

“I want you, please.” You begged, your lips brushing against his.

“If it hurts too much, tell me to stop.” He whispered as he positioned himself.

You nodded and connected your lips to his. You placed your arms around his back and he softly kissed your neck before moving inside you. You felt his tip rub against your entrance and you felt so desperate.

“Please.” You moaned.

Ben slowly and carefully pushed himself inside you, whispering a few ‘I love you’ and ‘You’re so beautiful’ as he felt your nails scratch down his back. 

“You okay?” Ben asked softly and you nodded.

It was painful at first, but the feeling of his wet lips on your neck and his calming words made the pain fade away. Ben started moving a little faster and you whimpered, making him moan in pleasure. You pulled on his hair as he went even faster.

“Keep going.” You reassured him, the both of you a sweating mess.

“You feel so good,” Ben moaned, “I’m so in love with you.”

You felt Ben’s hands tighten on your hips as he reached his high. 

He slowly pulled away, never taking his lips away from yours even though the both of you were out of breath.

Ben brought his hands up to your face as he pulled away from the kiss and looked straight into your eyes. You could see how in love he was with you and it made you want to kiss him again, so you did.

“I love you Ben.” You said after breaking the kiss.

He smiled and you smiled back, Ben gave you a final peck on the lips as he lay in bed next to you, trying to catch his breath.

He pulled you in close to him and you pressed your head against his chest, snuggling even closer to him. You felt yourself slowly catch your breath again as Ben softly played with your hair.

“I’m exhausted.” You said and he laughed.

“Just wait until I’m actually rough with you.” He murmured.

“Benjamin!” You laughed and slapped his chest playfully.

He just poked your nose and kissed your temple. You felt your eyes start to get heavier and you let yourself fall asleep next to the love of your life, feeling safe and warm wrapped inside his arms.

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- would absolutely love to hear your thoughts about this!! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! sending love, L. -

[vagrantblvrd]

Where the Shadows Lay (1/1)

Summary: Someone wanting them dead isn’t a new experience. Someone wanting them dead badly enough to sic the Vagabond on them is just all kinds of uncalled for.

Notes: Prompt fill for Anon who wanted Freewood with the Vagabond hired to kill the crew. (And bonus Drama, because reasons. :D?)

(Read on AO3)

They’ve definitely had better days.

Botch job and the cops chasing them until Michael lost them a few blocks back, but the damage had already been done. Tires shredded from bullets and reckless driving and it’s just as much luck as skill that leaves them alive at the end of it.

“Gavin, you need to shut the fuck up,” Michael says, pained wheeze to it as Gavin drags him from the wreck of their getaway car.

Used to be a lovely little thing. Shiny and fast and expensive as balls to hear Michael talk, and now it’s so much scrap metal wrapped around a light pole. Gas leaking from the tank and a hazard to be around.

Gavin ignores Michael because he’s the one who crashed the car and Gavin is not having it from him right now.

Not after that stunning display of skill and ability and total lack of turning to avoid obstacles.

“Oh my God,” Michael mutters, stumbling hard against Gavin who takes more of his weight without protest. “Oh my fucking God. Gimme your gun, asshole, swear to God I’m going to kill you myself.”

Gavin snorts, and focuses on hauling Michael out of the blast range. Not the easiest thing he’s ever done, body protesting every step of the way and Michael's breathing all wrong in his ear, but they don’t have a lot of choice in things at the moment.

When Gavin judges they’re a reasonable distance away he settles Michael against a wall because he’s a heavy bastard and Gavin’s ribs are not happy about it. (His ribs, his back. Everything, really.)

Mind churning, trying to figure out where they go from here.

The others got away – they did - and Gavin’s phone is lost in the wreckage of the car, too risky to go back for it. God knows where Michael’s is after the tussle with the Merryweather goon before they got out of the building.

Michael’s earpiece went the way of his phone, most likely, and Gavin’s is fidgety, fussy. Bursts of static in between snippets of conversation from the others.

Not the worst situation, but they’ve been better.

There’s a safehouse not too far from where they are.

Good place to go to ground until things settle down out here. Contact the others to let them know they’re still alive, patch each other up best they can.

Just. Need to rest first, orient themselves before they set off.

“Getting a bit fat there, boi,” he murmurs, because Michael’s not doing well. Bleeding all over and looking like he just came out of the fight ring again. Worse. “Too many fast food runs with Jeremy, I reckon.”

Michael scowls at him, but doesn’t argue the point, which is worrying in itself.

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Gavin says, sitting back on his heels. Feels blood spilling from his split lip when he grins, slipping into the scruff on his chin but it’s a small hurt. Slight sting compared to everything else. “Michael Jones, agreeing with me.”

And there, there is the Michael Gavin knows. Snarl on his face and mouth opening to retort, slap Gavin down a peg or two in this little back-and-forth game of theirs.

“Fuck.”

There’s a sound behind Gavin. Footsteps. Michael’s gaze skipping past him to focus on something behind him, eyes narrowing. Hand coming up to grab the front of Gavin's shirt, jerking him down so their eyes meet.

Gavin flails, throws a hand out for balance. It puts them closer together, lets Michael speak without fear of his words carrying past them.

“Get the fuck out of here Gavin,” he says, no levity to it. “Go.”

Gavin stares at him, sees the worry, fear, in his eyes quickly hidden because Michael's like that, isn’t he. Glares at Gavin to make sure he knows Michael’s not fucking around here, to goddamn listen to him for once. Please.

The footsteps slow. Stop altogether, and Gavin hears a gun being cocked.

Not the cops, because they would have shot by now. Yelled a bit too, unimaginative threats and insults, but whoever crept up on them hasn’t bothered with that.

Puts the hair on the back of Gavin’s neck up, chill down his spine.

“Alright,” Gavin says, just for Michael. “Alright.”

There’s a flash of relief, determination, in Michael's eyes as he lets Gavin go. Shoves him to push him away, and Gavin uses the slight momentum to start things off.

Just -

“Sorry, boi,” he says, and snatches the gun he can see tucked into Michael’s waistband hidden by that jacket of his. Gets to his feet and turns, gun raised to see a figure standing a few feet away.

Everyone in Los Santos knows who the Vagabond is, of course they do. Too many stories, rumors, floating about the city not to.

Somehow the reality of the man is more intimidating than all the horrible stories that go along with the name, his reputation.

Black of his skull mask terrifying in the dim light of the alley, and Gavin can hear Michael bitching him out behind him. (Fear, desperation. Anger.)

“I don’t think we’ve been introduced,” Gavin says, lays the charm on thick as he spots the Vagabond’s gun aimed at him, lovely little standoff going on. “Which is a shame, I’ve heard about your work. Amazing stuff.”

Horrifying, too, if you just go by the stories.

If you bother to do a little digging, you get a better idea of the truth. Glimpse of the larger picture and all that.

Still a big, scary bastard, but not quite the monster people like to paint him as.

Ruthless, yes, but not a monster. (Los Santos, though. Loves to twist things just so, turn things on their heads and backwards.)

The Vagabond’s watching them, nary a flicker of emotion to give him away. Tall and dark and menacing and Gavin will be honest here, no reason not to, but this isn’t how he thought he’d go out.

And he’s thought about it, since he got into this life. Scraping by on his own by picking pockets and dabbling in night-time robbery. Picking up hacking almost by accident and on and on and on, all the ways he’d die and never once something like this.

Oversight on his part, surely.

The crew’s gotten big enough to be a problem for people here in Los Santos. Rocking the boat, as the says goes. Shaking things up and making people uneasy and of course someone would think of sending the Vagabond after them before too long.

“Gavin, what the fuck?” Michael hisses, sound of his voice drawing the Vagabond’s attention as he switches his aim to Michael.

Nice fat target siting on his arse the way he is, and Gavin won’t have that either.

Moves to put himself between Michael and the Vagabond’s gun, smile full of teeth when the man tips his head to the side, just so.

Not expecting Gavin to do that, or the way Michael's full-on bitching at Gavin out for being this kind of stupid. (Might stand a chance if he ran, popped off a few shots at the Vagabond and fled. Left Michael behind as a sacrifice and everything would be fine, yeah? No worries at all.)

Gavin’s earpiece decides it’s going to be good, and he gets a loud burst of static in his ear followed by worried yelling – the others demanding to know what’s going on – and it’s distracting. So. Gavin reaches up and pulls the mangled thing out of his ear. Tucks all nice and safe in his shirt pocket and gives the Vagabond a little smile.

“Sorry, that was rude of me,” he says. Shrugs. “It was giving me a bit of a headache too, to be honest.”

There’s a burst of muffled yelling, shouting, cursing from the earpiece, and Gavin smiles brighter when the Vagabond gives him this look.

Well.

Gavin assumes he’s giving him that look anyway, so used to the particular vibe he gets when someone does it.

“Where were we?” Gavin asks, shuffles to keep Michael squarely behind him when Michael moves around.

Tries to pull the Vagabond’s attention back to him, and Gavin’s certain they must look like a pair of lunatics, but nothing about this is funny.

The Vagabond says nothing, but after a moment he lowers his gun.

Gavin is...confused, to say the least.

Figures the only reason the Vagabond would track them down like this would be to kill them, and since the man has a zero percent failure rate this is odd behavior from him.

“Fucking shoot him!” Michael hisses, like one of those damned shoulder angels you see in the cartoons. “Gavin!”

Gavin huffs, shifts his grip on his borrowed gun and thinks about it.

He’s a better-than-average shot, and from this distance there’s not much chance he’d miss. Assuming the Vagabond is half as good as the rumors say, he’ll still lose precious seconds bringing his gun back up to aim it at Gavin. (Or, Gavin thinks. He could go for Michael instead. Cost him less time to aim and all that.)

So.

Gavin lowers his gun, decides it’s the safer bet here. Show of trust or faith, or maybe just Gavin being a naive bastard about to get them both killed. (Flip a coin, take a risk.)

The Vagabond could have shot them any time he wanted. Killed them before they even knew he was there, those deliberate footsteps and accompanying drama. Little standoff that’s taken a strange turn.

He doesn’t know why the Vagabond hasn’t, but Gavin’s not about to question it. (Not yet.)

The Vagabond inclines his head – smug bastard – and walks away without a word spoken.

Gavin stares after him, no idea what to make of the whole strange situation.

“Jesus fuck, Gavin, what was that?” Michael demands, struggles to get on his feet, and Gavin tucks his gun away to help the idiot before he hurts himself.

Takes the glare Michael shoots him, the frustrated punch to his shoulder without complaint because he knows Michael.

“Safehouse isn’t far,” Gavin says, feeling shaky after that confrontation with the Vagabond, the aftermath of the chase and resulting crash. The whole damn day. “You going to faint on me before we get there?”

Teasing edge to it, mocking, just enough to get Michael fired up. Stubborn as hell and angry about it as he berates Gavin for being an idiot and not running while he had the chance, and Gavin bites down a laugh as he points them in the right direction.

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They get one hell of a dressing down from Geoff and Jack when the others come get them. Lecture about why you don’t just go radio silent on them like that Gavin, Jesus fucking Christ. (Too soft when it comes down to it, this crew. Care about each other too damn much and it’s bound to get them killed one day.)

Gavin listens to it all with half an ear, well used to Geoff’s lectures and the things he won’t, can’t, say that go into them. Too busy watching Jack handling Michael, quiet words and the way the two of them just get one another.

And then -

“He what?” Jack says, tone of his voice derailing Geoff’s lecture, drawing everyone's attention.

Gavin winces as Jack pins him in place with a look. Expression hard to read as always.

“What’s this about the Vagabond?”

Yes, that.

Gavin clears his throat, all too aware of the way everyone’s watching him.

“Did I forget to mention that?”

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Geoff puts the crew on lockdown, once everyone’s accounted for. Hides them away in a safehouse only the crew knows about until they get this mess sorted, and Gavin goes along with if for the first few days.

Hurts too much to get up to any shenanigans, as Jack phrases it. Waits until he heals up a bit, until Michael's moving around under his own power. Gotten more vocal about things and doesn’t make Gavin worry so much.

Doesn’t stop him from getting restless from being cooped up, sneaking out to wander the perimeter. Old habits and paranoia, and it pays off in its own way a week down the road when he realizes there’s a sniper out there.

Little red light sweeping along the asphalt to land over his heart, wink of light against the scope on a rooftop in the distance.

Gentle warning, Gavin knows. Rooted to the spot, all too aware of how vulnerable he is.

Could be anyone out there, the bastards after them or some other enemy with incredible timing.

The way the dot vanishes without warning, there and gone, and Gavin still standing tells him it’s not.

Knows the Vagabond’s too smart to hang around after that little...whatever it was, but he still goes to check it out.

Slips past the B-Team members guarding the perimeter and makes his best guess where the Vagabond would have set up his sniper’s nest. Spends half the night looking for it before he stumbles on that damn thing. Finds cigarette butts and empty cans of diet eCola. Candy wrappers. Nothing helpful, and it’s driving Gavin mad.

So.

Gavin sneaks out.

Does a proper job of it after he lets slip they might want to consider the threat of snipers. (Plenty of viable spots for one to set up shop, pick them off one by one, and all that.)

Plays dirty and calls on a favor with Lindsay, bribes Matt with guaranteed good behavior from Gavin for a solid month to be redeemed when Matt sees fit.

Lindsay’s too much like him, fire in her eyes about protecting their boys and she knows how Gavin works by now. Makes him promise to check in regularly. Not do anything stupid like getting himself killed, and sends him off with a kiss to his cheek and the keys to one of her cars in his hand. Winks as she tells him no one knows it’s out of the shop yet, won’t be missed.

And Matt -

He’s Matt.

Too clever by far, saw it coming from the moment Gavin and Michael told the crew about the Vagabond’s appearance.

Demands Gavin send him everything he finds out and maybe not die out there, huh? Be a shitty way to go out.

Gavin leaves his gear at the warehouse because that would be a dead giveaway of his intentions, and he’s got plenty stashed elsewhere. (Never know when something will go wrong, after all. Best to be prepared for anything.)

He goes to a safehouse even Michael doesn’t know about. Hidey spot from before his days with the crew he hasn’t needed in ages. Dusts everything off and starts planning.

Gavin goes to see Maddy down by the docks. Ignores the rumblings from her boys who are the closest things to pirates Los Santos has these days.

Wheels and deals, sells off favors like it’s going out of fashion and gets names, a motive, in return. (Bit of debt he can’t handle, the way of things in a city like Los Santos.)

Bastards the Fakes tangled with a year back, broke their crews down to kindling when they tried to move in Fake territory. Killed some of their allies in the area, made a mess of things that forced them to treat more harshly than they would have otherwise. (Geoff coldly furious, and the rest right there with him.)

“Ah, well then,” Gavin says, does a little more digging after sending off a message to Matt with what he’s learned.

More than enough reason to hold a grudge. Want to hit back at the Fakes, make them hurt.

Go after them one by one, let Geoff watch his little empire crumble and burn, supports knocked out from under him.

Maybe hire the Vagabond, offer him a significant amount of money to make sure someone did the job right, but.

Why let Gavin and Michael go?

Why not kill Gavin when he had him in his cross hairs? Or go after the others when he had the element of surprise on his side?

==========

Turns out, even the Vagabond’s got enemies too big to handle on his own.

Rival crew to the Fakes, funding the bastards who are taking the revenge game to a far more personal level than most they’ve dealt with until now.

Hired the Vagabond on to deal with them because they didn’t trust those idiots to get the job done, or maybe they just wanted to watch the chaos unfold.

Weaken the Fakes, get them looking the wrong way and move in for the kill. Use the Vagabond as another distraction in the meantime.

Big enough threat to make him agree to work for them, and not one of theirs so why worry what happens to him? (Might want to lump him in with the Fakes before it’s all said and done, remove another obstacle in their way.)

“Did I get that right?” Gavin asks, arm pressed to his throat and point of a knife resting under his eye.

Vagabond in his space and most likely the stupidest risk Gavin’s taken to date. (Hopefully not his last.)

“I don’t have all the details, so I hope you forgive me. I did the best I could with what I had.”

And oh, the favors he owes now. Gonna be a long time in getting back to where he was before all this.

The Vagabond is staring at him, using that damn mask and this whole knife thing of his to intimidate Gavin, but honestly.

The man’s been leaving them a trail of breadcrumbs to follow this whole time. Doing what he can to lead them to the right answers without outright telling them.

Well, alright.

He’d taken a more roundabout way of doing things than most people would, but Gavin figured it out, didn't he?

Tracked the man to his little safehouse and almost gotten past his security before being caught.

And now here they are.

There’s a nail digging into Gavin's back, stabbing into his shoulder blade and he wriggles a little. Tries to get the pressure off it – and the Vagabond makes this...noise.

Alarmed, has him yanking the knife away from Gavin’s face and moving back a little, head cocked as though he has no damn idea what to make of Gavin.

“Sorry, sorry,” Gavin mutters, using what room he’s been given by the Vagabond backing off to get more comfortable. “Nail poking me in the back. Annoying.”

He looks up at the Vagabond, and goes still because the man seems confused.

Holds the knife up where Gavin can see it and waggles it to remind Gavin of the precarious position he’s in. (Looks like he can’t believe Gavin isn’t in the least bit concerned.)

“Yes, yes,” Gavin says. Soothes. “You love your knives. I understand. Very shiny and sharp.”

The arm against Gavin’s throat presses harder, punishment for making light of things, and Gavin -

“Rude,” Gavin wheezes, going lightheaded. “Also, not helping your case.”

There’s a little snarl, frustration to it as the Vagabond eases up.

Looms.

They stare at each other for a long, long moment, and then the Vagabond just...deflates.

Doesn’t sigh, no, but he pulls his arm away from Gavin’s throat, takes a few steps back and his shoulder slump.

Watches Gavin, completely baffled.

Knife in his hand like a child who’s thrown a tantrum and didn’t get the reaction he expected and no idea what to do next.

And Gavin.

Gavin grins, straightens his shirt and runs a hand through his hair. Plays off the Golden Boy’s reputation, borrows a little of Geoff’s theatrics.

“What do you say,” Gavin says, bounces on his heels. “What do you say we team up, yeah? Make those bastards sorry they thought they could get away with this?”

Using those poor bastards with a grudge against the Fake, strong-arming the Vagabond into working for them. Everything they’ve done to get things to this stage, send the Fakes into hiding and damn near kill Michael.

All of it.

Turn everything around on them and let them know who they’re messing with, remind them how the Fakes got where they are. Why everyone in the city knows the Vagabond’s name, his reputation.

Rude wake up call, as they say, and too long in coming.

The Vagabond snorts, tucks his knife away and looks at Gavin.

Nods his head, and Gavin laughs.

Knows he’s a damned idiot, taking the risks he has, but he’s got a good feeling about this.

[forever-dancing-in-a-daydream]

Ethan Dolan- “How could you?!”

Part 2 is here

Requested: Yes

Prompts: "I made a mistake." "Why are you shaking?" "Are you going to talk to me?" "I miss the way things used to be" "Please shut up. Just shut up" "Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything"

a/n: This is the first time I've written in awhile so please let me know what you think in the anon or something. Also feel free to leave requests. Hope you enjoy xx

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The second you spoke to Ethan you could tell something was off. He was shaking, kept biting his nails and wouldn't look you straight in the eye.

You two had been dating for almost  2 years so you could always tell when there was something wrong with him. And today you could tell it was something very bad.

"What is it, E?" You asked softly as you poured both of you a drink.

"What do you mean?' He took a sharp intake of breath "I'm fine"

It was so blatantly obvious he was lying straight to your face. Part of you wanted to believe maybe he was hiding a surprise from you, a present or maybe a vacation. But deep down you knew, you could just tell that it definitely wouldn't be something good.

"Then why are you shaking?" You gestured to the glass you'd just handed to him that was practically vibrating in his huge shaking hand.

"Drank too much coffee," He said quickly and shoved the glass on the side.

You cocked an eyebrow knowing again, he was lying.

"For god sake, Ethan!" You snapped, you never used his full name so immediately he knew he was in shit "I know you're lying so just fess up right now"

He sighed deeply, trying to keep himself calm.

He shifted in his seat and finally looked up at you, still not making proper eye contact but he could feel your eyes boring into him which made him feel rather uncomfortable.

"Um, I-" He began to talk and that's when you noticed it.

A deep purple hickey just under his jawline.

You felt like your heart had just cracked straight in half like someone had just punched you in gut.

"Oh my.. god" You breathed out slowly hardly believing what you were seeing.

He knitted his eyebrows together in worry and confusion.

He finally looked you in the eye as he tried to work out what had shocked you that's when he realised where you were looking.

"Shit" He muttered and bought his hand up to the hickey.

You reached over and tugged his hand away.

"Tell me it's not real, tell me this is a prank please Ethan. This can't be real." You pleaded are you rubbed at this hickey to see if it would come over.

Tears began to fog your vision as you rubbed frantically at his neck becoming more and more distressed.

He moved your hand away and gently pushed you back into your seat.

"It's real," He said quietly, hanging his head in shame.

You stared at him, jaw hanging open, not being able to comprehend the words falling out his mouth. 

"I made a mistake" He sighed and rubbed his face "I don't know how it happened, I wasn't thinking straight if I could go back and change it I would. That's, not me you know that y/n. I love you I'd never hurt you on purpose it was a mistake. Please forgive me"

You remained silent despite the thousands of thoughts rushing through your brain.

He stared back at you silently begging you to react to what he'd just said, praying you wouldn't be too upset, hoping everything would be ok.

The room fell silent for several tense seconds. Both of your heads for spinning.

"Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything," Ethan begged, he was holding back tears. 

When you didn't reply he spoke again "Are you going to talk to me?".

Fear swept over him and his heart began to beat rapidly. He realised that he could lose you, that everything could be over for you two, all because he made a dumb mistake. He entirely slapped himself in the face.

"I hate you," You said, it was the only thing you could muster up, the pain in your heart was so strong; you could feel it shattering into tiny pieces.

"W-what?" He stuttered, so taken back by your words.

"How could you?! How could you put me through this?! Did you ever fucking love me or was it all fake because I've heard if you genuinely love someone you won't even be slightly interested in anyone else. So that says a lot about how you really feel." You replied, so many emotions were bubbling up inside you; you couldn't decide if you were more upset or angry.

You stood up quickly and rushed over to the bedroom. 

"Where are you going?" He said as he followed after you.

You grabbed your bag off the floor and began shoving all your things inside it.

Ethan grabbed your arm and stopped your actions, you tried to fight against him but he was so much stronger than you so your efforts were pointless.

"Listen, stop, we need to talk you can't just walk out." He tried to sound authoritative but it came out more like a plea.

"Watch me Ethan!" You almost yelled as the anger got the best of you.

"Don't yell at me" He said harshly, almost making you feel like a child as he toward over you spitting out commands.

You glanced over at the bed covered by a crumpled duvet and the anger rose again.

"What it in the bed we shared last night?! Did you fuck her right here, where I lay just hours before?!" You growled and felt the tears begin to come back.

"Y/n please let me explain, it was a mistake it meant literally nothing. Like I've said I'm not like that!" He replied "I'm so sorry"

"You say you're not like that but you've done exactly that, the thing that has hurt me the most!" Your voice began to crack as tears streamed down your face "You're exactly like that Ethan."

He had no response he just stood there regretting everything, he'd hurt and possibly lost the person that meant the most to him; you.

You continued collecting your possessions as your cheeks became more tear-stained.

"No no stop" He insisted as he grabbed both your arms and shoved you back into the wall behind you and pulled your chin up gently forcing you to look at him.

You sighed and raised your eyebrows but didn't bother trying to fight against him as you knew you'd lose.

"Look I don't want you to leave like this," He said as he used his thumb to softly wipe the tears off your face and the other hand gently ran through your hair and pushed it behind your ear. His warm touch made you weak, almost made you want to forgive him but you fought against that feeling.

"Why do you care? The sooner I leave the sooner you can call your side chick right?" You hissed. 

"Stop it" He demanded, "I'm so fucking sorry why can't you just calm down so we can talk like adults?"

“I need to calm down?! I'm not the one who just hit a wall"You responded as the argument got heated again.

"For god sake" He groaned as he let one of his arms slip down the wall. "I just don't want to lose you, you don't understand; I don't know what I'd do without you.

“Well, maybe you should have thought about that before you cheated on me" You threw your arms up in anger and accidentally hit a picture frame. 

You caught it as it flew off the drawer. As you flipped it over you realised it was a picture of you and Ethan. This broke your heart even more if that as possible, you both looked so happy there. Part of you wished you could just go back to that moment.

“I miss the way things used to be." He whispered as he looked down at the photo.

“Well, you fucked that up didn't you" You replied, "So you won't need that anymore."

You're not exactly sure why you did it but you threw the photo at the ground with all your strength and watched it shatter, it was like a visual of what Ethan had just done to your heart.

“What the fuck" He muttered.

“I don't know if it's clear to you or not but I'm done, E," You said and the way you called him his nickname instead of his name bought tears to his eyes.

“No, you're not fucking giving up on us" He almost raised his voice.

“I don't have to you already did that for me.' You said and couldn't help but glance over his shoulder to the messy bed behind him.

“ love you more than life, you're my world. I-"

"Shut up just shut up!" You yelled.

“How many times do I have to say don't fucking yell at me" This time actually raised his voice making you jump again.

“You don't get to tell me what to do anymore Ethan cause you're not my boyfriend anymore. I'm breaking up with you why can't you get that in your head" You shouted back.

He stared at you in shock as your words finally sunk in, that was it he'd actually lost you.

You shoved past him and picked up your bag.

As you headed out he spoke again, "Please don't go, I love you" he whimpered.

You sighed and looked down, you wanted to turn around and throw yourself into his arms. But you couldn't.

"I loved you too, E"

He broke down into a puddle of tears as he heard the door click shut behind you.

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[tomminowrites]

Mac whump - unconscious

Anon prompt selection: “They’re so cute when they’re asleep.” (heads up: nonconsensual touching. that’s pretty much the whole fic.)

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Jack checks the timestamp in the corner again. The seconds on the videostream still tick away in a perfect match to the clock at Phoenix. Confirmation that their missing agent is still alive.

And torture for Jack.

Murdoc’s fingers trail across the IV line, lazily following the dip and curl of the plastic until it disappears beneath the delicate skin of Mac’s arm. The blonde is slumped sideways in a metal chair, eyes closed and breathing slow. He gives no reaction as Murdoc’s fingertips slide up the smooth stretch of his wrist. Mac doesn’t even shift.

Murdoc glances back at the camera, a derisive smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Jack grips the war room table hard enough that the plastic edging creaks.

Jack’s in full TAC gear, weapon heavy on his hip and feet ready to leave hours ago. But instead, he’s been stuck in this damn room, waiting for the team to scrounge up some clue on Mac’s location. Trapped here in front of the screen. Watching.

Riley has been pulling plugs and tapping displays since the link went live. She doesn’t glance up at the stream anymore, trusting Jack to watch the feed while she scours the code.

Murdoc tilts his head to consider Mac’s still form. “Sleepy Angus doesn’t even care I’m here,” the assassin coos. He presses down on the IV site, and Mac furrows his brows at the sensation - but still doesn’t stir.

Murdoc sighs happily. “One of my favorite cocktails for keeping a hostage docile. They’re so cute when they’re asleep...” His gaze shifts sideways to the camera, flat black irises reminding Jack of the dead eyes of a shark. “Don’t you think, Dalton?”

Jack can barely growl his answer. “He’s not asleep, he’s drugged to the gills, you psychopath. Get your skeevy hands off him before I damn well r-”

“It’s almost a shame I can’t hear your snappy retorts,” Murdoc says. “One-way connection and all that. But I can savor the fact that it’s just me and MacGyver down here.” His hand drags up Mac’s arm, outlining one shoulder and tickling across Mac’s collarbone. His fingers hesitate at the edge of Mac’s splayed shirt collar. “No yapping guard dogs to interrupt our… quality time.”

Murdoc rolls the edge of the fabric against his thumb, pulling slightly to bare more of Mac’s neck. Mac shivers at the first cold touch of the assassin’s fingertips, and Murdoc gives a sharp inhale of pleasure. Jack fights a wave of nausea at the sound.

He’ll kill him, he’ll tear this maniac limb from limb for every second he laid a hand on Mac.

But Murdoc just keeps reaching. Pale fingers flare across Mac’s windpipe, coming to rest lightly above both pulse points. Murdoc stares down at his captive as if transfixed by the steady rhythm of blood beneath his grip. Fingers curl in agonizing slowness... gently, carefully circling Mac’s neck as Murdoc’s palm presses forward. The edge of Mac’s tan skin fades to white as the pressure starts to increase.

Jack watches Murdoc squeeze and sees red.

Murdoc huffs a laugh as if he can sense the boiling fury under Jack’s skin. He releases his grip, and Jack can breathe again when the hand moves away from Mac’s throat. Murdoc hums, turning to brush the backs of his knuckles along Mac’s neck. The touch is almost tender - a disturbing mockery of a lover’s caress.

Mac shifts, and for a second Jack thinks his partner is waking. But Mac’s eyelashes barely do more than flutter. As the blonde’s head turns restlessly, Murdoc sweeps a caress across the roll of his jawline. The hand lingers at his chin, tipping Mac’s face upward for a better look.

One finger traces the curve of Mac’s lower lip, pressing in the middle to catch and drag at the soft swell of his mouth. Murdoc leans closer, fascination clear on his face.

Jack can do nothing but watch.

A small part of him wonders over the ringing in his ears… Is it better or worse that his partner is unconscious? Mac is helpless right now, face slack and body defenseless in the assassin’s grip. Jack itches to slap the hands away, to throw a punch and twist the offending arm behind Murdoc’s back until he screams.

But would it be worse to watch Mac recoil, see the disgust on his face as he pulls away from the lingering touches? Watch him struggle to fight back as Jack stands here uselessly?

As it stands, Mac may never know just how dangerous the line of Murdoc’s obsession runs.

Murdoc traces absent circles against the skin of Mac’s jaw, thumb moving to press against pliant lips again. A sudden beeping interrupts the motion, and the assassin jolts.

He turns his focus away from manhandling Mac and looks at something beside the camera, scowl clouding over his features. “I see Miss Davis has been muddling around in my code. She’ll be be able to tell you in a minute that the signal is bouncing through too many towers to track.”

Riley mutters a curse and types faster, but it's all the confirmation Jack needs.

“So let me just save you the trouble,” Murdoc continues. Mac's head lolls when his captor turns to reach toward the camera. The extended arm hovers as if ready to flip a switch.

“No!” Jack's feet move on instinct, moving toward the screen as if he could somehow step through to grab his partner. Before it’s too late.

Every trace of perverse joy on Murdoc’s face has dropped, voice chillingly serious. He speaks directly into the camera. “I’m in control here. Keep digging, and I’ll cut the stream immediately.”

No. No this is their only clue, their one lead.

Murdoc finally blinks, eyes narrowing menacingly. “And then you’d be leaving little Angus alone with the big bad wolf, now wouldn’t you?”

Riley freezes, eyes wide as she looks up at Jack. Murdoc’s not bluffing. Riley must be able to see it in the sprawling code. They could lose this feeble connection to Mac at any time. And right now it’s their only chance at finding MacGyver before Murdoc is done with him.

Jack shakes his head in warning, and Riley slowly lifts her hands from the keys.

“That’s riiiight. No more poking and prodding, Miss Davis.” Murdoc moves to stand behind the metal chair, one hand gripping Mac’s shoulder possessively. He reaches over to the bag feeding the IV and fiddles with a nozzle on the side.

Murdoc’s excitement bleeds back into his words. “Always such a tricky thing, finding the right dosage. Balancing just on the edge of consciousness.” When he finishes adjusting the drug, he brings his hand over to sweep through Mac’s hair. Blonde trickles through Murdoc’s fingers slowly, ending with a firm grip on the strands at the back.

Jack’s heart pounds as he watches the assassin tilt Mac’s head slightly, lifting back to expose his throat. Mac’s fluttering pulse has sped up, breaths stronger as if in distress.

“Now that I have your full attention...” Murdoc winks at the camera. “Let’s wake him up, shall we?”

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[saccharinedanganimagines]

Falling in love - The fake and real way (Pt ½)

“can i get ouma, hoshi, fuyuhiko and twogami making a bet that they could pretended to like s/o so they could learn her secret/s and when they did they already have fallen for s/o for real and confess.”

Hello hello! Yes you can, anon!

You didn’t specify how the confession goes, so I’ll leave the acceptance or rejection to you guys.

Part 2 here!

~ Mod Ouma

Falling in love - The fake and real way (Pt ½)

Kokichi Ouma

He was suuuper duper pumped for this!

Getting someone to fall in love with him? That’s too easy, almost boring.

With the few encounters Kokichi’s had with you, he knew you were hiding something. Who knows what kind of harm you could do on people.

Obviously, you wouldn’t trust anyone, not even a best friend with whatever you’re hiding. The only way was to get you to fall oh-so helplessly in love with him so you could tell him aaaall your dirty secrets!

Getting you to do that took months, it was a slow but consistent process that almost mechanically bore results. You started dating him not too long ago. You grew a sense of safety and trust with the liar every time he revealed a tiny bit of himself to you- unbeknowst to you, he did it in exchange for first-hand information about you. It was sooooo boring and easy! Kokichi felt like he was playing a really bad dating game.

… That was a lie.

At first, he was only wary and curious. Then, after a few months pestering you, he became invested. The ones following after that made him respect and admire you.

Kokichi could pinpoint the exact moment when he realized the beating of his heart wasn’t just born out of the danger surrounding you anymore.

It was when he kissed you the first time, he felt his resolve weaken.

... Welp. That doesn’t matter now. Kokichi had a plan. And he intends to see it through.

This is a game. He wins games. He has to.

“Hey. Hey, S/O. You’re hiding something aren’t~? Something… Dangerous?”

“Jeez, S/O, don’t look so scawy! Or scared. What I mean to ask is, are you hiding a Justin Bieber poster in your room? Ooh also- what’s your favorite type of tea?”

He unceremoniously brings up the topic of secrets. Sometimes you suspect that he’s purposely prodding at you- but you can never tell for sure with that impish grin of his. Kokichi was being blatantly obvious, even though he brushes it all off as lies.

Because deep down, he was hoping that you’d call him out before the feelings broke through the wall he built for himself ruined him.

And the latter happened.

So here he is, forcing himself to act in his own brand of normal. Kicking his feet back and forth as he stringed words together in his head, before his heart beat him to it. He’s giving you his admission of guilt.

“I’ve always tried to warn you, y’know. I’m a liar, and yet, you’re still here. Am I that cute S/O~?” He feels shame in him for batting so innocently at those attentive, loving eyes, trained at him.

“I told you. Never trust liars, stupid.” his grin twitched contemptuously. Not at you, but at himself.

“So, I’m gonna come out clean, okaaayyyyy~?” He took in the chance in your expression.

“… Our relationship started because I wanted to know your secrets.”

There. It was out. Done. Fini ou fini.

“You win, S/O!” Kokichi bubbly, giggling sardonically at you, at this situation. At his feelings.

A flicker of hesitation coats Kokichi’s forcibly malicious gaze. He must be pretty tired of this to let even let a sliver of his true feelings peak through his mask.

“You win this little game of ours,

because I’ve fallen in love with you!”

Not like a confession will help. Yup. If he’s lucky, you’ll take that as a lie and storm off.

“.. I’ve fallen in love with you.” He tried to spit venom, but all that came out was a weak chuckle.

“Only an idiot like me would fall for an stupid nice idiot like you!” Not the best coverup, but it was something.

Time slowed down. He can’t help but cling to the hope that you might return his feelings.. Cut through his words and see his true intentions, his change of heart- the real one.

“I don’t want this game to end.” He wanted to punch himself for how weak that sounded.

Kokichi shook his head, slapping on a million dollar grin.

“... Welp! That’s my piece. Hit me up, or don’t,”

After examining your expression with a steely mask, Kokichi pivots to hide his expression from you.

He’s slow, a little hesitant as he walks away.

Waiting for the universe to somehow turn this around.. But only you could do that.

Ryoma Hoshi

Getting you to fall in love with him brought both chaos and peace to Ryoma.

He had to know your secrets, it was for the greater good. He didn’t know if he was capable of even staying friends with anyone. Not after everything bad he’s done.

He couldn’t deny the slight sense of purpose he found in this small mission.

Everytime he asked you to spend time with him, he felt anxious, keeping his feelings under wraps.

But… You were so kind to him. What could you possibly hide under that sweet smile of yours?

It didn’t take much at all for Ryoma to love you more and more. You actually got to know him, see past his flaws and not be afraid of him. You accepted him.

It was either you were like him and empathized with untrustworthiness or… your relationship was genuine and you really cared for him.

Ryoma both wished for the latter to be true and false.

Then, it finally dawned on him. What if what led you to grow closer to him was his depressive nature? It led you to grow closer to him, comfort him.

He felt absolutely guilty. It was only a matter of time till he cracked.

What if you find out? On your own? What would you do? God, he’s hurting you and you don’t even know it.

Not willing to string feelings born out of deceit, Ryoma got himself to the point where he thinks he could pop the question.

He just didn’t expect for that question to change words so drastically.

He wanted to say, “I’m sorry, but I haven’t been honest with you.”

But instead he asked,

“What would you do if I told you I loved you?”

He realized that he had been so caught up with his emotions that it must have been so sudden for you. It’s too early in the relationship- wait- that’s the least of his concerns!

“Sh-Shit. I meant- I-I guess there’s no turnin’ back huh?” Ryoma chews on his candy cigarette stick.

“I’m… not sure if you know but… We didn’t just... start dating for a reason, S/O.” Ryoma swallows the lump in his throat.

Maybe inanother universe, that sentence could be taken as some cheesy romantic pick-up line. Ryoma found himself desperately wishing to be in that universe instead of this one.

“I.. I wanted to know what you’re hiding.” He looks you intensely in the eyes, taking in your reaction.

“I thought you were hiding bad secrets. But I thought, there’s no way someone.. Someone like you could mean harm.”

“And for that, you’ll never know how sorry I am.” Ryoma sentenced his glassy eyes to gaze at the floor.

“.. And somewhere along the lines, I fell for you.” Ryoma had his lips pressed together, mumbling his confession while tugging his hat to his nose.

A silence envelops the room as you take in what he said to you.

“I know you probably won’t believe me, but.. I didn’t wanna hurt you, S/O. I was just.. Heh, curious, I guess.” Time to stop beating around the bush.

“I love you.” He said, choking near the end.

Ryoma wasn’t sure why he confessed. Maybe he wanted to let his feeling go and entertain the possibility of you returning them.

“And I don’t wanna keep secrets about it. But it’s up to you.. If you want a relationship or to leave. I’m not stopping you.” Ryoma flashes you a weary yet reassuring smile.

“If you wanna stay... I’m more than happy to continue. If not, that’s fine too..” Ryoma was already shovelling the familiar thoughts of rejection and deprecation into his mind as he avoids your gaze.

But he decided to sit and wait for your response. You at least deserved to make a decision.

Ryoma patiently waits for what might just be your rejection.

Ryoma’s Good Ending

[snaggle-chamsae]

Protect you | Woojin & Jaehwan

genre: fluff

member: woojin & jaehwan 

requested: yess!

summary: just when you thought you’re never going to make past each day because of park woojin, your savior comes along. 

side note: thank you so much anon for requesting this 💓 it’s been a while since i wrote a jaehwan scenario so here it is :> i think this is really bad because my mind isn’t functioning well and i’m really sorry ㅠㅠㅠ hopefully this meets your expectations :>  

warnings: bullying is mentioned 

“did you hear about the news? woojin will be in our class” you overheard your classmate’s conversation

that caught your attention because woojin is always a hot topic in school

woojin is known to be that bad boy 

and what makes him even scarier is his personality

he acts really cold in front of almost everyone 

because of that, everyone is afraid of him 

no one and i really mean, no one dares to go near woojin

while there’s you 

unlike everyone else, you are not scared of woojin

whenever your friends see woojin approaching, they would look down or even run away 

but for you, you just couldn’t understand a thing

so what if he looks like a bad boy? 

“woojin is okay! what about him is so scary? as far as i know, he isn’t picking on anyone!” you openly told your friends

“keep quiet y/n! woojin might hear you!” your friend gave you a tight slap on your back 

that instantly made you rolled your eyes 

you sighed at your friend’s behavior 

you just don’t understand

eventually, woojin really did appear in your class 

and that itself caused a lot of commotion

when he entered the class, everyone went quiet 

the volume in the class immediately went down to zero 

just when you wondered what happened, a fist slammed hard onto your desk 

you immediately frown and when you look up, it’s none other than park woojin 

woojin is already staring hard at you 

“i heard you’re not afraid of me huh” 

you could feel stares from your classmates 

and you couldn’t help but to gulp nervously 

“we’ll see about that, y/n” 

with that, woojin took a seat behind you 

at that moment, you still didn’t realize how much trouble you got yourself into with park woojin 

not until class starts 

while you’re trying your best to catch up with class

someone started kicking your chair 

you know it’s woojin

and when you turn around, he pretended it’s not him 

that carried for a few times and as usual, you did try to ignore him

looking at how you’re not giving woojin response, he continued annoying you 

just when you thought he would stop, you felt something hitting your head 

woojin is starting to throw crushed paper ball at your head 

and soon, your table got filled with trash 

“woojin, it would be great if you stop disturbing y/n” your deskmate, jaehwan said

your eyes widen as you never expected jaehwan to stand up for you 

both you and jaehwan are friends but you guys are never that close 

“and why should i do that? are you feeling jealous?” you heard woojin laugh and felt another hit on your head

the day has barely started and yet woojin is making you suffer already

that’s when you realized you offended the school’s bad boy

woojin is really scary 

be it in class or anywhere you go, woojin is bothering you 

just when you thought you’re going to have a quiet lunch 

think again 

woojin slammed his lunch plate and sat opposite of you 

“i don’t remember saying that you can eat here” woojin started 

you started getting annoyed at his nonsense which made you stare at him 

“then what do you want me to do?” 

what you least expect is push your head down onto your lunch plate 

“nothing, i just want to have a good lunch, y/n” woojin laughed at the sight of your appearance

you felt nothing but shame 

because you’re pretty sure you got kimchi all over your face 

you heard some of the students snickering at you while you heard some of them trying to pity you 

you quickly run off to the toilet to hide 

thankfully, the food stains are easy to wash off your face

and as you exit the washroom, jaehwan called you

“i saw what happened... are you okay?” he asked as he placed his hands on your shoulders

“yeah i’m fine! why wouldn’t i be!” you forced a smile 

you told yourself that after today, woojin would be done

as long as you’re ignoring him, you thought woojin would get bored and eventually give up 

but guess what 

as each day pass, things are getting even worse 

woojin would always push his boundaries and start doing dirty tricks on you

everything you can think of, woojin is doing it

things like finding your books in the bin instead

casually pushing you and tripping you 

tearing your notes apart 

basically, anything and everything woojin has done it to make your life terrible 

and even though your life is miserable, jaehwan is also there for you 

without fail, jaehwan would stand up for you

you could tell he is trying his best to protect you 

but woojin would still have his way 

and it has become a habit that jaehwan would send you home 

even when none of you said anything, his accompany is more than enough 

it makes the atmosphere is warm 

you’re so thankful that jaehwan is there for you 

and he would always check on you if you’re doing fine 

not to mention, he is also someone that you could definitely lean on 

“are you sure you’re okay, y/n? i just want you to be fine” jaehwan asked

and that is all is needed to make you break down

you felt your tears filling up your eyes and everything became so blur

jaehwan noticed that and immediately brought you into his arms 

he gave you a tight hug and you cried even harder on his shoulder

“just let it all out, y/n... it must be hard for you” 

jaehwan would occasionally pat on your back and that small gesture did make you feel better 

“thank you for being here for me...” you sighed 

that’s the first time you actually cried in front of jaehwan 

you always wanted to keep your troubles to yourself 

but when you see how jaehwan care for you, you just couldn’t help but to think of all those times where woojin is making your life tough

and when the next day arrives

you did feel a little better 

but the moment you see woojin, your mood went straight down again

you’re just sick of his tricks 

or maybe, just sick of seeing him 

and as usual, woojin carried on disturbing you 

but what you would least expect is jaehwan to fight for you

it was the end of the class 

and your teacher have dismissed everyone 

woojin was pulling your ponytail all along

until you heard jaehwan slamming his hand hard on the task 

“PARK WOOJIN STOP!” 

seeing jaehwan shout is already shocking enough

but seeing jaehwan punching woojin across his cheek is a whole new level 

“how many times must i tell you to leave y/n alone?” jaehwan yelled while woojin is busy trying to get a grip 

“who the hell are you to tell me what to do!” with that, woojin gave jaehwan a punch back 

although you’re in a shock but you know you have to stop them 

just before jaehwan wanted to push woojin away

you quickly went over to jaehwan and stop him 

“p-please stop” you stuttered

jaehwan took a good look at you and that’s when he realized he made you scared 

when the both of you exchanged eye contact, you also realized his lips is bleeding 

“let’s go jaehwan, let’s not waste our time here” you ushered jaehwan to the school’s clinic 

knowing that the nurse is out for lunch, you started mending jaehwan’s wounds on your own 

at the same time, you don’t know if you’re thinking too much or not

but you could feel your heart beat accelerating 

the distance between you and jaehwan’s face is probably less than 10cm 

and knowing that jaehwan is looking at you is making you even more nervous than before

“thank you for being there for me... but you don’t have to get into a fight because of me, i got really worried for you” you sighed

“do you know why i wanted to get into a fight?”

“because i can’t stand seeing you get hurt, i don’t want the person that i like getting hurt” 

you swear your eyes widen when you heard jaehwan’s words

“w-what?” you looked into his eyes and that is when you know what he said is real 

“i like you, y/n and i don’t ever want to see you get hurt” jaehwan confessed 

just then, the school’s doctor came back and the both of you had to leave 

while the both of you walked back to class together

the atmosphere turned awkward for the first time 

you didn’t know how to reply to jaehwan’s confession

and you wondered if you feel the same way 

out of 10 times, you know for all 10 times, your heart is beating fast whenever you’re with jaehwan 

does this means... you like him too?

in the midst of trying to figure out your feelings, woojin stopped you

“can we talk, y/n?” 

“i don’t think there’s anything we can talk about, woojin” 

“just 1 minute, please” 

“i’m sorry for making your life terrible... i got so carried away and i didn’t know how to stop”

“when i first heard you’re the only girl that isn’t afraid of me, i got interested in you already” 

“and seeing how you’re getting closer to jaehwan each day makes me even more jealous of him... and that’s when i realized my feelings for you is real”

after hearing what woojin said, you’re just so overwhelmed

2 guys just confessed in a row 

but when you listen to your heart, your heart is telling you a clear answer 

“i’m sorry woojin but i have someone else in mind...” with that, you walked past him and started running towards your happiness

“jaehwan!” you giggled as you called him 

you’re more than sure he is the guy that you want to be with

you’re more than sure he is the guy that you want to protect

and also, you’re more than sure he is the guy the right guy for you 

“what happened! did woojin bully you again?” jaehwan asked

“no but he confessed to me...” 

you swear at that moment, you saw how jaehwan’s face drop and disappointment is written all over his face

“but i told him i like someone else and that someone else is you, jaehwan” you smiled 

“i’m going to protect you with all my heart, y/n!” with that, jaehwan wrapped you with his arms

[archieimagines]

Misery Loves Company | Jughead Jones One Shot

requested by: anon pairings: jughead x reader word count: 1884 words warnings: drunkenness, slut-shaming, jughead being soft and hurting my heart (where can i get a jughead?)

The commotion lit the room in chaos as if a firework had been let off. Archie landed a solid, drunken punch on the asshole's face but was smacked right back with tough knuckles. He fell back straight into you and you caught him, holding him back as FP Jones shoved the asshole outside, none too friendly.

The teens followed them out, some chanting for another fight.

You pulled your twin to his feet and into the kitchen. The punch had cracked the skin of his jaw and you couldn't have him bleeding everywhere when he got it for defending you.

Clearly a little too drunk, he slumped against the sink and held his head for a minute, mumbling your name.

"I'm here," you soothed, reaching for an empty cup and filling it with water for him. "Here, have this. You'll feel better." He took it from you and glugged it straight down.

You took his arms and settled him into a chair, taking a look at the split in his jaw. It wasn't too deep, but there'd be a royal bruise there tomorrow.

You wet a cloth and began to dab the blood away. It was quiet, only the shouts from outside to be heard. Archie watched you with an odd light to his eyes as you cleared him up. You tried to ignore it, but you knew what was coming.

"Did you?" he asked.

You raised your brows, not meeting his eyes. "Did I what?"

"Sleep with all those guys over the summer."

You pursed your lips and felt tears threaten to fall, but you took a moment to make sure your eyes were clear before you looked up at him. Voice strained, you asked, "Does it matter, Archie?"

"Yes."

"Well it shouldn't. I'm your twin. You have to love me no matter what, it's the law." You tried to crack a smile, but it didn't catch on. Yet another silence ensued as you pressed the cloth to his jaw, making sure the blood had stopped.

Archie cut the silence, "What about Moose?"

"Moose? He's got a thing with Kevin."

He shrugged, "Something tells me that wouldn't stop you."

You blinked at him, brows pulled together. "Are you... Are you calling me a slut?" It was hard to push the words out - you didn't think you'd ever have to prove yourself to your brother, of all people.

But all he did was shrug again and reach for the beer keg. "Maybe."

You knocked his hand away from the keg, "If you hadn't been drinking you wouldn't be saying any of this."

He gave a drunken sigh and took your shoulders in his hands, holding you to look in his eyes. "Look, I love you and that's why I want to know. You're my twin. I'll defend you to the end - hell, you know that! I just punched a guy for you. But I just want you to be honest with me."

Your anger subsided. He was right; he did punch someone, and he did love you. But that didn't mean he had to ask. You sighed, raising a hand to pat his arm. "I've already told you, Arch."

"Did you sleep with Jason?"

The question startled you as much as the severity with which he asked it. You took a moment to gather yourself beneath his stare, but your voice came out all scratchy and strained when you tried to speak. "J-Jason?"

His eyes narrowed a little, his lips set in a firm line as he nodded in all seriousness.

You couldn't help your glare. "You're asking me something else, aren't you?" Silence. "Aren't you!?"

Another fucking shrug.

"Oh my god, Archie." You pushed his hands off your shoulders and a sad laugh fell from your lips as you pinched the bridge of your nose in pure exasperation. "I can't believe I'm hearing this!"

The corners of his lips turned down as if it wasn't a big deal. "I'm just asking a question."

You reeled on him, eyes blazing and tearful. "No, Archie. You're asking me if I killed a man! Sorry, but after being with you my whole life I'd think you'd have known me a little better than that." Absolutely fuming, you headed to the door.

Archie, seemingly coming to his senses, rushed after you and made a grab for your arm once you'd opened the front door. "No, wait- I didn't mean-"

You tore your arm away, hurt to the core. "Don't fucking touch me, Archie." You voice was ice and froze him long enough for you to step outside and slam the door in his face uninterrupted.

You stumbled out to the stairs, which were now deserted, and couldn't keep the tears from coming, as much as you tried. If your own twin could believe you would kill someone, what did that say about you?

But you couldn't stand here outside your house weeping, so you took slow steps out to the sidewalk, careful not to trip down the stairs because of your tears and lightheadedness.

"Hey, hey," a rough voice reached your ears and careful hands fell on your shoulder. You looked up to see the familiar face of FP, concern written over his features. "Why are you crying, Andrews?"

FP had been like an uncle to both you and Archie growing up, and honestly seeing him caring about you now just made you lose the grip you had on your emotions. You tried to keep the sniffles in, but in trying to tell him "Don't worry", they wouldn't stop coming.

"Oh no, no," he sighed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and rubbing your back somewhat awkwardly as you cried into him. A few moments passed until he spoke, "Oh look, Jug's here. Jug, come help me out."

And the next thing you knew you were being turned around to look into the eyes of the crown-headed, black haired best friend you'd loved for years. His eyes were a little puffy and he had a red cut on the side of his face, too. You weren't the only one who had a hard night, you realised, and your heart ached.

He settled his eyes on your tear-ridden cheeks and red nose and found his hands gravitating towards your face. Ever so gently, he pulled you closer to rest your face on his shoulder, his arms tightening around you in a comforting embrace.

The pair of you stood there in silence, letting silent tears fall. Somehow this always happened. You always ended up comforting each other at the same - sometimes he joked that "clearly the world hates us equally".

But this time he didn't joke. He didn't say anything.

He'd never seen you like this before.

He glanced up at the Andrews house and found a red headed boy watching from the window with a frown on his face.

With a sigh, Jughead pulled away from your hug and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. You looked up at him with teary eyes and went to go wipe them, but he beat you to it. The pads of his thumbs brushed away the tear tracks ever so tenderly, and you could have swore you were suffocating. He’d never treated you like this before. With a sad smile, he pushed away his own tears with his sleeve and let his hands fall to your neck, his fingertips resting on your nape. "Come on," he murmured, "We'll talk in the car."

He walked you to his dad's car and hopped in the driver's side, noting that his dad was talking to Betty's mom not far off. You climbed in and, having now calmed down considerably, asked, "So what happened to you?"

He shrugged, not meeting your eyes. "Betty and I had a little misunderstanding, I guess. She didn't know I hate my birthday."

You sighed with a nod, feeling a little guilty. "Yeah, sorry about that. I tried to convince her not to but when Archie sided with her they were an impossible force."

Jug scoffed, "What else can you expect?"

He meant it as a joke, but you caught the disappointment in his tone and you couldn't help but say, "I'd expect a little respect."

He exhaled a laugh, "Huh. Well, there is that." He turned to look at you, dropping his hands on yours to stop you picking at the hem of your shirt. "What did he say?"

"Archie?" You gave a sad laugh, "He called me a slut and then asked if I killed Jason."

The shock on his face was impossible to miss. "No way. He asked you that?"

"Yeah."

He blinked for a moment in disbelief. It didn't sound like Archie at all, even if he was drunk. This murder really had people strung out and snapping.

However, you misread the thoughts in his eyes entirely, and wondered if he was placing you at the scene of the crime, fitting you into the mystery. So you asked, "Do you wanna ask me?"

"Oh, ha ha. Like you'd ever kill a guy. Wouldn't be surprised if you fainted as soon as you went to do it."

You slapped his arm, but laughed with him. Really, he kinda had a point.

"And the slut thing," he shrugged, "That's no big deal. Whether you sleep with them or you don't, whose business is it? As long as you're safe," he grinned, mussing up your hair, "You do you."

"Tch," you pushed his hand away and hit back with an attack of your own, grabbing his beanie and and messing his hair too. "Thanks, Jug."

He gave a theatrical shrug with the corners of his lips pushed down, "Anything for my best mate, huh? Now shut up and give me that damn hat." He made a grab for it, but FP opened the car door and made him jump, pulling a yelp from his lips. "Jesus!"

FP shook his head, "Hm, no, just me I'm afraid." Jughead gave a sarcastic laugh and FP sent him a sarcastic smile back. "But really, kids, I kinda need to get home tonight. Stuff to do tomorrow and all."

Jughead nodded, "Just gimme a sec, dad," and pulled the door shut again. He turned to look at you with his beanie in your grip and made a mad lunge for it, which involved him hitting his elbow on just about everything and laughing like a madman. He sat back in his seat, listening to your laugh with his prize in his lap and his cheeks beginning to ache.

A minute or two passed as you both calmed down, and you looked out the window at your house. "What do I say when I go back in?"

Jughead looked out at the house too. "Hm. I don't know. But you don't have to."

You looked at him, "What are you talking about?"

A smile lit his face. "Shall we crash in the garage? Old time's sake and all."

The memories of the two of you sleeping in the garage as kids played through your mind and his smile caught on. "Yeah, that'd be great," you agreed.

"Awesome." Somehow his smile grew and he fiddled with his beanie before leaning over and placing it onto your head. "I'll take the floor."

written by: archie

[innerkonics]

I Hate You More

Request: I loved the last story you wrote for anon :) I was wondering if I can request a Hanbin story too :D! If so can you please write one about him cheating on you and you catch him because you go the studio late night and find him with a girl :) you can add more to the plot if you like I'll leave it up to you :). Please and thank you :)! ILYSM!!!

Genre: So much angst, I swear you’ll die

Word Count: 2590

You pressed the button to the buildings main elevator and waited patiently as you heard the faint buzz of the contraction working. It was late, past midnight, and there was virtually no one around apart from a few cleaners here and there. You had decided to come to the YG building to see your boyfriend - Kim Hanbin - who had been working so hard recently. You texted him a few hours ago asking him how he is and if he had eaten and he still hadn’t read it. You spent the time that you should have been finishing off your own work worrying about him and his wellbeing. Hanbin has this habit of over working himself when he feels stressed. He doesn’t sleep, eat, or even talk to anyone until all his work is done. He just shuts everything and everyone out, and even though you’ve never brought it up to him; it hurts. You know that it isn’t his fault, and just a coping mechanism but him not talking to you as if you are just as important to him as everyone else hurts. The elevator finally arrives, opening its doors slowly - as if a warning not to proceed. You step in and balance the pile of containers filled with food on one arm so you can press the button to the third floor which is where Hanbin’s go-to studio is located. You’ve been there so many times that you know how to get there exactly. Third floor, a left and then another and then it’s the third door on the right. You were bringing him food, knowing that he wouldn’t have eaten and just wanting to see him and cuddle him to let him know that you’re always thinking of him. You just wanted to tell him that all his hard work would pay off and maybe he should take a small break and sleep for heaven’s sake. You knew that he wouldn’t listen but at least you would be able to force him to eat. 

You walk out of the elevator, humming some song that had been stuck in your head for the past few days and instead of trying to get it out you just stuck with it figuring that it would go on its own, but obviously that hadn’t happened. As you got closer and closer to Hanbin’s studio you felt more and more excited to just hug him and kiss him and hear his voice. It felt as if it had been a whole lifetime since you had last seen him. You reached the door and didn’t bother to knock since you never do. You edge the door open slowly, it’s half way open and all feelings of excitement leave your body and is replaced with something else. A feeling that is indescribable. Was it sadness? Anger? Betrayal?  You stared at the sight in front of you, your mouth open and your eyes not blinking. You couldn’t speak. You watched as Hanbin had his lips on another girl, kissing her passionately just like the way he kissed you. Her top was off, revealing her black bra and smooth skin which he was running his hands up and down, caressing just like he did to you. His own top was off also and she had one hand in his hair while the other was resting on his chest. You just watched him kiss her. Suddenly your arms gave in and the containers of food that you had been trying so hard to not drop, and had taken you so long to prepare for the boy you loved and whom you thought loved you back, toppled to the ground with a crash, its contents spilling everywhere - a bit of it even ending up on the cuffs of your jeans. You watched as their lips parted and they both noticed you. The girl had a startled and confused expression on her face, she grabbed her top and used it to cover her bare chest. Hanbin however, had an expression of complete shock and horror. You were stuck there. You couldn’t move. You stared at him, you noticed his mouth move but no words came out. Your heart felt as if it was being used as a punching bag and you noticed how its rate had increased. The building which felt slightly chilly a few seconds ago, had suddenly become unbearable hot. Coming to your senses you turned and walked as quick as you could in the direction of the nearest exit. You couldn’t believe what you just saw. You shook your head, trying to get a grasp of it all. And then you heard his voice and all the pieces of the puzzle fit together. 

“Y/n! Y/n wait.” He was running behind you, you could hear his footsteps. You didn’t even notice how fast you were walking until you stopped. You couldn’t breathe. It was too hot. He stopped also when he saw how abruptly you had stopped. He watched from behind as you just stood there, not doing anything. And then it hit you. You crouched down and began sobbing into your hands out of nowhere. You didn’t even have the dignity left to do it quietly. You sobbed in the middle of the corridor loudly with no shame. He still stood there and watched. You couldn’t stop. You loved him. You love him. All you did was think of him. Even when you had work to do, you thought of him. And what was he doing while you were thinking of him? What was he doing while you were texting him and calling him and making him food? Cheating on you. You felt a hand on your shoulder and then the sobbing stopped. Feelings of anger overtook your feelings of sadness and stupidity you immediately rose and turned around to face, wiping you tears. Your face was flushed but you stood there and stared him right in the eye. “Y/n I...” he began but you didn’t want to hear it. Before you even knew what you were doing your hand clashed with his left cheek, making a loud and echoing clapping sound. His face jerked to the side revealing the red mark your slap had left behind. 

“Fuck you.” You stated, your voice a bit shaky but filled with no remorse nonetheless. He turned to face you, his face contorted with guilt. His eyes were watering also, maybe because of the slap or maybe because he felt guilty. Or because he loved you too. 

“I’m sorry” he almost whispered. You didn’t reply. You felt the waterworks coming again, and they did. You started to cry bending your head instinctively. Tears ran down your face as you couldn’t help but remember every single second of what you had just witnessed. He pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you. You pushed him away from you harshly, you rose your finger, pointing it directly in his face, 

“don’t you dare. Don’t you dare touch me.”

“Y/n, I...”

“I don’t care, don’t speak to me. I hate you. I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING! I HATE YOU SO MUCH! I HATE YOU!” You practically screamed. It literally felt as someone was tearing you heart from your chest as you screamed. The sobbing didn’t stop. Hanbin watched you, finding it hard to prevent his own tears from falling. How could he be so stupid. He pulled you again, and you responded the same, but this time he didn’t give up. He grabbed your wrists to prevent you from fighting back and pushed you against the wall so that you were forced to look at him. He had frantically put his top on before coming to chase after you. He stared down into your eyes and you glared at him, unable to stop the tears. He looked away from you briefly, his hands still on your wrists. He looked back, 

“Y/n I’m sorry. I know that you don’t believe me but... I am. I don’t know what I was doing. That girl... I don’t even like her, I barely even know her! Please forgive me baby. I’m sorry. I love you. More than anything... I’m sorry.” He started to cry mid-way through his explanation and in contrast you stopped. You watched silently as tears streamed down his face. Was this supposed to make you feel sorry for him?

“You don’t betray someone you love. Especially with someone you don’t even like.” You spat out, taking in his pathetic explanation which made you even more angry. “Now get off me.” You ordered but he just stared at you. 

“But baby-” 

“Hanbin get off me.” His name tasted sour in your mouth. He didn’t budge and you didn’t fight it. You felt weak with his hands on you, like you had no power. You were fully aware of the emotional power he has over you, but you also knew that you would not give in. No matter what he does in this moment. It’s over. Hanbin crashed his lips onto yours, as if he could read your mind. He knew it was over too, but he didn’t want that. He loved you. He wasn’t lying all those times when he would whisper that he loved you over and over again. His lips felt weird on yours, not like they usually do. Like they didn’t fit anymore. You didn’t kiss him back. You tried to wriggle your wrists out of his grasp, but that only made him hold them tighter. You pulled your head away from his, the back of it almost hitting the wall. “Get the fuck off me! I said don’t touch me!” You shouted at him, fighting more and more. 

“Y/N! I SAID I LOVE YOU! I’M SORRY!”

“I DON’T FUCKING CARE NOW GET OFF!” You were crying again now, frustrated that you couldn’t get him off you. He let go of your wrists, but quickly wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you close and crying into your neck. 

“I’m sorry! Please baby I’m sorry!” He sobbed, squeezing you tightly knowing that if he ever let’s go you’ll be gone forever. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” he whined into your neck loudly like a prayer. You stood frozen in his arms as he sobbed into your neck. He was pathetic. The sorry’s got quieter but they didn’t stop. You couldn’t feel sorry for him. All you felt was disgust and heartbreak. He had broken your heart just like that. You stared at the white wall as your former boyfriend still continued to whimper and hold you as if he was a child. You thought of all the amazing times you and Hanbin had together and how you had thought that you guys would be together forever. You remembered the first time he told you that he loved you. You remembered your birthday, when you bought you that necklace that you were too afraid to wear in case you lost it or broke it since it’s so expensive. You thought of your first date and how he instantly charmed you. But the most reoccurring thought in your head was how he kissed you. How his soft lips usually felt on yours. How a simple kiss could just turn your whole day around. How you usually melted in his arms and couldn’t even be angry when he touched you. How crying and hugging you only made you want to take him home and put him into bed. But not this time. 

“Why?” You whispered, silent tears falling from your eyes as he clung to your unresponsive body. His soft crying died down. 

“Because I... I was lonely. I missed you.” You felt his lips brush against your neck as he spoke. Unlike everything else, that still made you weak. But you would not give in. 

“Why didn’t you call me?” Your voice was emotionless. He didn’t reply for a while. 

“I don’t know.” Is all he could say. Of course he didn’t know. He’s an idiot, that’s why he didn’t call you. His hands moved to the sides of your arms and he rose to look at you. “I don’t know baby but I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you. I love you. I love you so much. And I can’t believe that I would do something so stupid. You’re my whole world and I can’t lose you. I won’t lose you. I can get my things and we can go wherever and we can sort this out...” you began shaking your head as your tears fell and another sob threatened to overtake your body. You looked at him while you sobbed, overtaken by feelings of sentiment. “We can. We can fix this. I know we can.” Your head continued to shake, telling him no. Tears fell from his eyes more. “Baby please! We can! Just let me fix this! Let me! I can!”

“You can’t” you whispered. “You can’t fix this Hanbin. We can’t fix this. I can’t do this. I can’t forgive you.”

“Baby please. Please. Please!” He shook you, trying to make you understand. You shook your head. 

“I can’t” you could barely speak. 

“But I love you.” That’s what broke you. At the end that’s all love is. A word. A word that he’s said thousands of times. A word that means so much. Elicits so many indescribable feelings. 

“I love you too. But soon I won’t. Soon I’ll forget about you and move on and find someone else. Someone who appreciates all I do for them. Someone who thinks more of that word than you do.” You stabbed him in the heart as you spoke. You could see the pain in his eyes but you couldn’t stop yourself; and to be quite frank, you didn’t care. You dug the knife deep, directly into his heart. And you left a scar that will be there forever. A scar, nowhere as big as the one he left you. You pushed him off you lightly and wiped your tears as he watched you. “Don’t call me or text me. Because I won’t reply. Don’t come looking for me because you won’t find me and if you do I’ll act as if I don’t know you. Because I don’t. I love you Hanbin. But I hate you more. And that will never change.” You looked at him one last time as his tears still hadn’t stopped. He was longing to hug you, to kiss you, to beg you to stay. But he knew that there was no point. He couldn’t do anything to stop this now. It was over and he knew it. 

He watched you turn and walk away. He fell onto the ground once you were no longer in sight and he just sat there, staring down the end of the corridor. He didn’t move when he heard the ding of the elevator and the doors open. He didn’t move when he heard the doors close and it descend downwards. He didn’t even move when that girl walked quickly past him silently. He didn’t move. But you did. You walked straight out of there with your head held high. You walked out and didn’t look back. Because you don’t need someone like him. And you will find someone who will treat you right and love you with all your heart, just the way that you loved Hanbin. Because that is what you deserve.  

This was easy because I’m a firm believer that men are trash.  But in all seriousness, writing this was easy but it broke my heart. I love this goof and he’s just a sweetie-pie. If this ever happens he’ll definitely write a heartbreaking song about it. And he’ll text and call you so block him!

Hopefully Hanbin would never do this to his girlfriend because he seems like such an angel and I really do love him. The last paragraph was just me reaching out to all those people who have ever been cheated on or treated like shit by their partner. Keep your head up, you’ll find someone who knows what you’re worth. 

Anyway I hope you liked this anon lol ( in other words, I hope it broke your heart!!!)

[jejublr]

Seatmate!Joshua

A/N: I AM BACK!! OH MY GOD??? How have you guys been?? How was your holiday?? Mine’s ending next week as school starts on Monday ^^ I’ll post requests in this following week so be sure to check them out! I’m sorry for this to tale so long but here is the requested Seatmate!Jisoo! 

(Also whenever I think about the Chocolate MV, I get reminded of that “Joystick” line Joshua sung lmaooo)

Ok everybody saw this coming

Joshua is the Good Kid™

The one the teachers love because he’s so respectful and always submits his homework and assignments on time * 

He’s that kid who says s*** like “I didn’t study for the exam” and “I think I’m not going to pass” but passes with a f***ing A++ anyways

Everybody knows him as a friendly face who always smiles and say hi to people in the hallways

Does a lot of volunteering

Can be seen with his guitar doing YouTube covers during recess

Very kind and would drop everything to help someone

Like that time when he was super late to school because he was helping a pregnant lady get to the hospital??

The teacher was like “lmao get in, Joshua, everything ’swell”

Which also means he gets away with things without even trying bc everybody knows Joshua’s a good kid

He knows it too but he never use it to his advantage someone protect this angel

He’s got quite some fans at school ok

The funny part is when you got Joshua as your seatmate

Maybe it’s just the Universe’s idea of a joke

Because quite the contrary, you’re every definition of a rebel

You sleep a lot in class

Gets into the occasional fights but nothing too serious

You’re a familiar face in detention (for various reasons)

And while you do submit your homework/assignments, they’re almost always late

Despite all that, you pass your classes with good marks, much to the teachers astonishment and irk

And while you don’t cause that much trouble, you do intimidate people

Which led you to having few to no friends

And it awes people when they see the contrast between you and Joshua

Bc the Church Kid and the Rebel? so cliche

But you never really talked to him anyways

Bc you’re just so different and basically the opposite of each other that you never found a common ground

It’s like mixing oil and water and you both fill the same space without truly mingling

You never minded it except it’s always a pain whenever people compare you to each other

“Why can’t you be more like Joshua?”

“How can Joshua sit next to someone like her”

You have nothing against the guy but it’s just a pain that you’re stuck with the guy everybody puts on a high pedestal

So you work at the local ice cream joint that your parents own

Not a lot of people know of it and it’s pretty low-key

Which also means not a lot of people from school knows of it

And while you despise going to school, you absolutely enjoy working there

Because there in the ice cream shop, nobody sees you as the Y/N that gets into fights or the Y/N the troublemaker

Here, you’re the Y/N that gives out ice cream to little kids and when they smile at you you beam back

Here, you help elders pull out their seats so they can enjoy a chocolate sundae as they talk to their spouses

Here, you’re just Y/N

No prejudice, no ugly sneers, just Y/N who serves ice cream

One day Joshua was walking around town when he spot your ice cream shop

So he decided to treat himself to some

And imagine his surprise when he found you giggling to a five-year old as you hand her her ice cream come

Your eyes meet and you went OH NO

Bc what is he doing here? You don’t need to be constantly reminded of the perfect Joshua Hong lol

Your smile was replaced with a frown and it’s a shame bc Joshua thought you look so sweet smiling

“Not a word, Hong.”

He pretended as if he didn’t see that last scene but he can’t help but hide a small smile bc he just realized you’re kinda cute

He didn’t say anything and ordered

He was paying and without looking up to see your face, said “You should smile more. It looks good on you” 

And then he walked off with his strawberry ice cream like a f***ing boss

You never expected that from someone like Joshua so you can’t help but get flustered

Really flustered

Bc did he just flirt with you????? Holy crud

The next day you couldn't even spare a glance at the guy

Joshua acted as if nothing happened, like you guys didn’t totally meet at the ice cream shop but they way he looks at you?? He looks like he’s teasing you

‘The scary giant is actually’ soft his eyes seemed to say 

To your dismay, since that day, Joshua’s face frequent the shop more than you would like

Ofc your parents were overjoyed bc they got a loyal customer but dang it’s really distracting to have him hover around 

You couldn’t help but start to notice him

He usually would sit by the windows, sometimes reading a book or working on his laptop

You can’t help but memorize his usual order one scoop of strawberry ice cream with rainbow sprinkles in a cup

And little by little you couldn't help but warm up to him

And you’re like ‘Oh no do I have a crush???? on Joshua Hong????’

It gets better

There was one time Joshua notice you struggling during a test and he couldn't help but feel a little bad

So he wrote the answer on a little slip of paper and discreetly passed it to you

You looked at him incredulously and was like why but by then he had his back to you 

He totally did it bc he likes you

And hey it’s not like you’re a punk without a sense of gratitude

So after school, you treat him to free ice cream

You were in the middle of eating your ice cream when he drew closer and

“Oh, you got ice cream on your mouth.”

AND THEN HE FREAKING WIPED THE ICE CREAM OFF THE CORNER OF YOUR MOUTH WITH HIS FINGER ADDWEFLWLJF 

(thank god he didn't lick it amirite) holy shi* Nat keep it PG

You made eye contact and dear God if Joshua isn’t more beautiful up close

You noticed the moles that sprinkled his face but didn’t quite catch them as Joshua pulled back

The worst part of it was he had the audacity to smile innocently at you, acting as if everything is completely normal the freaking snitch

Y’all know his church oppa feel is just a facade he’s worse than Jeonghan tbh

And again he just looked away casually, which again made you feel flustered bc WHAT THE H***

It’s just that Joshua enjoys ruffling your feathers, getting to know the you that you don’t show to other people

He especially enjoys surprising you and taking you by surprise bc he could tell you never expect and aren’t used to others to be so vulgar towards you

The first day he saw you smile and he found himself wanting to see more of them

And fine, he’ll admit to himself that he might have a crush on you fffff

You started to notice how Joshua was warmer and kinder to you than before

I mean, he wasn’t rude before but you don’t have the best relationship either 

But holy crud if the guy isn’t setting you up for a heart attack one of these days

Although his antics does intrigue you bc??? you’ve never had anybody treat you like that?? you’re just not used having your heart ready to beat right out of your chest

One day at school, you saw a senior bullying a freshman and although you may be a rebel, you are definitely not a bully

So you called out on the guy and told him to stop

He went up to you and started to get aggressive and called you names

You held your ground and when he saw you didn’t flinch, he slapped you

The next thing you know, the guy was off you and was on the ground with a bloody nose

The hallway went dead quite as your gaze falls on Joshua

Joshua whose breathing hard with his hand formed into a fist 

To say you were shocked was an understatement because nobody would have thought Joshua would go that far

Did Joshua just punched a kid??? Really???

Is the world ending?????

So now you’re both stuck in detention together

And you're laughing inside bc Joshua looked like a sore thumb in the room full of troublemakers

“Are you ok?” he finally asked you

“Why did you punch that guy??”

“Look. Just because people think you’re a troublemaker doesn’t make them right.”

You raised an eyebrow at that

“Ok fine, not entirely true lol”

"Why are you so nice to me?"

Joshua was silent and then you felt his warm hand wrapped around yours under the table

“Because you’re more than that. They don’t know but I know. And you should, too. Because you’re more than what the label you as. Yeah, you might've made your fair share of mistakes but..I know deep inside, you're a good person. Don’t listen to them. Listen to me. I’m here for you.”

And he said it with so much conviction, so much sincerity that you looked at him, and I mean, finally looked at him and you realized

You think you might be falling hard for him.

You realized his warm hand is still clasped around yours, his thumb moving comforting patterns onto your skin and you felt the heat in your cheeks bc Joshua is holding my hand asdfhlkl

You looked at him and see his ears turning red and it’s so endearing

And then you smiled and Joshua felt like he’s going to bursts anytime now because he’s the reason behind that smile

And you didn’t do anything but hold hands under the table with Joshua throughout your time in detention

But you you don’t mind bc to you, this is enough

And this might be the first time you say this but detention isn’t so bad with him around

Because you know he’ll always be right there for you

A/N: I’m sorry if this was a flop compared to the other one.. Joshua ended up a bit OOC towards the end imo.. I tried to brainstorm but not much came up :( I might rewrite this if I have better ideas one day, though, so Anon, I’m sorry if I might've dissapointed you!

[jokers-sweethearts]

Jared Leto Daughter Imagine: Small Crimes

Request: (anon) Can you do an imagine where Jared is trying to help his daughter over come a drug addiction??

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You slammed an empty back pack down on your bed and began to throw clothes inside of it, not paying attention to what you grabbed just trying to move as quickly as possible. You heard your dad’s voice through the door as he pounded on it with his fist to let him inside. But you had enough, didn’t want to fight or go in circles anymore, just wanted to get out and away.

Jared ran his fingers through his hair keeping his eyes tightly shut trying to think of what to say to his daughter. When he realized it was no use he took the pin from the top of the door frame that he kept there for moments like this. He picked the lock and walked inside your room to see you packing.

“Oh no no no! baby we’re not doing this” he said in a state of panic and tried to take some of the clothes out of the bag.

You ripped them out of his hands and tossed them back in. Jared was stunned for a moment at the force you used and the anger on your face.

“Baby you’re not running away from from, not running away from me” he sighed trying to remain calm.  It wasn’t the first time he had dealt with someone in this state.

“Yes. I. Am.” you said blatantly.

Jared took a deep breath and tried to resist the urge just to grab you and hold you close to him like when you were little and everything could be solved with a hug. 

“Look I don’t care what’s happened or what you’ve done. I’m sorry I got angry and yelled earlier” he began referring to the fight that had erupted and began all this. “This isn’t your fault, I want to help you. There’s no shame in accepting help. But you do need it” his tone changed to worry but it only infuriated you more. “I know what you’re going through and..”

“That’s just it!” you interrupted him. “You don’t know!” Your screams echoed through the empty hollywood hills home. The two of you stared at each other not knowing who should make the next move. 

After a few moments of stillness you heard the horn of the taxi you called outside. You picked the bad off your bed and rushed to the front door. Jared snapped out of his shock state and ran after you. He chased you down the driveway pulling at your arm and pleading with you to stay. You tried to tune out his voice and ripped away from him. When you went to open the cab door he slammed it shut. 

“Where are you going to go?” he pleaded “You belong at home with your dad, I can fix this and help you get better. Things can be like they  used to be with us sweetheart”.

You stared him deep in his eyes and said as sternly as possible holding back the tears beginning to swirl. “I don’t want this to be fixed, I don’t want to get better, and I don’t care where I’m going as long as you’re not there.” Your words were harsh and Jared felt them slice right through his chest to his heart.

You slapped his hand off the door and got in and before he could process everything you were driving off away from him. He stood there still, wondering how and what he did to make the little girl he promised to protect want to get away from him so badly. How he went from being her knight in shining armour to the enemy. More than anything he was thinking about how the past was repeating itself. But instead of Constance beginning her son to stay and not go off on his own, now he was beginning his daughter not to leave. Jared always promised he’d be better than his father, better than his step father, and now he felt like he was the same. His worst fear that his daughter would look at him like he looked at them was coming true.

But he was never going to give up, that wasn’t who he was especially when it came to his daughter. He ran back into the house and tried to find his cellphone. There was only one person he could trust to help him with this, the same person who helped him raise his daughter since day one. As he got his cell phone off the couch he threw it on he was stopped by the sight of the coffee table. The cocaine was spread all over, the bag he found on his daughter had ripped open and her small crime laid exposed. part of him wished he had never found it, so he could continue pretending in their little world today. The sensible part of him, the stronger part however knocked him back into reality. He wished he had figured it out sooner. But now it was done and he was going to help his baby. Like he had helped the man he as dialing all those years ago. 

“Hello?” he hearad his big brothers voice on the other end of the line.

“Shannon, it’s (y/n) I need your help”.

Jared heard rustling on the other end, knew Shannon would immediately think of you and panic at the thought of his niece in trouble just like he did.

“Is she okay? What up?” he questioned with hunger in his voice.

“I found... “ Jared sighed deeply, it was the first time he was going to say it out loud. He almost didn’t want to, that would mean admitting that it was real. “I found... fuck man. I found fucking coke on her” Jared sat down on the couch and rested his elbows on his knees and head in hand. 

Shannon on the other end was puzzled at what he was hearing, but Jared couldn’t help but notice his voice didn’t sound too surprised.

“I’ll be right over” Shannon said before hanging up.

Jared felt his heart pounding and his head began to ache. He laid back on the couch trying to ease the pain. All the possibilities were racing through his head about where you could be or who you were with or if you were safe. He wanted to chase after the taxi but if experience taught him anything, he would only make it worse. The bags under your eyes, the wide pupils, the shakes you had, Jared didn’t need all his past memories of taking and being around people who took drugs to know that you were gone in that moment. He had to stop thinking about it or he would burst into tears. He felt like he had been sitting there forever when the front door opened.

Jared shot up when Shannon stepped in the living room. He knew his little brother wasn’t one for hugs much but he immediately wrapped his arms around him and gave a bear hug. Jared clenched his fists in his brothers shirt and rested his head on his shoulder. He would never openly admit it but he was exhausted. It was nice to be the vulnerable one in his big brothers arms again.

Shannon didn’t waste any time after that, “Any idea where she could have gone?” He didn’t even bother to check if you were at the house. If he knew his niece she was stubborn just like her dad and was gone, or else Jared wouldn’t have called.

“I have ideas but..” Jared pulled out of the hug and started pacing back and forth. “She wouldn’t go to a friends house, I don’t think she’d want them to see her how she was. When we fight she likes to be alone”.

“She wouldn’t go far” Shannon interjected. “She never likes to be too far from you even when she hates you” he tried to cheer his brother up slightly with his words while helping. Jared cracked a half smile in the corner of his mouth to show his brother he heard and appreciated it.

“I was thinking the Chateau it’s a hotel she knows and we weren’t there too long ago” 

“Well.. fuck it. It’s worth a try right?” Shannon gave his brother a pat on the back and Jared grabbed his car keys without hesitation and they headed out.

You laid back on the bed and felt the rush through your body. The drug, the antidote, the heroin was taking its affect and you finally relaxed and lost all the tension building up. You had only tried it a few times but today, today you needed to take a step up to drown out your thoughts. You felt so guilty about what you said to your father. You hated the moments in between binges when your head cleared and you had time to think about what you had done. You were ashamed that you let this happen, that you didn’t go to him when it got out of control, but each time you got nervous you’d say just one more... just one more... one more and soon it was too late. You felt tears welling up and sliding down your cheeks. No amount of heroin or cocaine could make you forget your fathers face after you spoke to him the way you did. You pulled the needle out of your arm and dropped it on the floor beside the bed and closed your eyes hoping you’d fall asleep.

Jared and Shannon rushed through the doors of the hotel and to the front desk. The woman behind the counter looked star struck recognizing who he was. Jared spat your name out the her and demanded to know the room number. 

“I’m sorry ehr I can’t give out that infor-”

“She’s my daughter” he said and the woman saw the pain in his face and quickly flipped through the book before whispering the number to him. 

When they reached the door where you’d be on the other side, they took a moment to feel the relief that they had guess right about where you’d be. Jared raised his hand to knock and Shannon put his hand on his shoulder to stop him. Hesitant to let him knock on the door afraid of the state you’d be in. 

“You have to prepare yourself” he said.

Jared stood there really thinking about what would happen when he went in there. Was he no better than his own father? Could he make it better?

But Jared couldn’t wait. He had to see his daughter and make sure she was safe. he had to get to work and make things right. He knocked as loud as he could to make sure that you’d hear him.

“Baby it’s me, it’s dad. Open up.” he said with hope in his voice, for the first time in a while.

You shook awake from your drug induced sleep barely grasping the words that were being said to you. Your mind was in another place not controlling your body, your mind was floating away somewhere as your legs seemed to operate themselves and you went to the door. As soon as the slight wind from the door opening past you hit your face it felt like you had been punched. Your body decided to join your mind. 

Jared saw his daughters eyes roll into the back of her head and she fell directly forward. He lunged over to grab her and swung her up in his arms. He rushed into the room to get her laying flat on the bed. Shannon went into the bathroom and got a wet towel to place on your head. Jared shook you gently trying to get you to wake up.

“Baby...can you hear me? wake up wake up please” the tears he had been holding back at the house stared to fall down his face.

 When he saw the needle on the floor he crushed it under his shoe to get some of his anger out. Jared placed his ear on your chest to listen for a heartbeat. He heard it faintly beating and grow stronger when Shannon put the cold cloth on your skin. Your eyelids were fighting to stay open and Jared gave your head one more shake to get them to stay.

“...dad?” you said barely audible 

“I’m here baby I’m here” he said through a smile after hearing his daughter say the word.

Shannon caressed her hair and ran the cool towel over her face, the color was flowing back into her cheeks. 

“I’m sorry dad” you were able to get out. You wished you could take it all back. When you felt him catch you, his hands on your face, saw his tears you wished you could take back the moment you ran away.

“shhhhh (y/n) you don’t have to apologize to me” he said. Jared wanted to tell her sorry a hundred times for not noticing the warning signs and getting her help sooner.

“We just want to make sure you get better” Shannon whispered.

“You said I don’t know, but I do. We both do. We’ve been here before” Jared never wanted to seem weak in front of his daughter, but this was a learning experience for him just as much as her. This was nothing to feel ashamed about, he revealed his small crime to his daughter that she should have a long time ago. “that’s why i brought your uncle, he knows just how bad this can be”.

Your eyes widened upon hearing all of this, you couldn’t believe that they did stuff like this. The story kept you on the edge and prevented you from drifting off.

“It feels like a lifetime ago, but your dad saved me from some really dark places. Helped me defeat serious demons. Let him help you” Shannon was always more quiet, kept things to himself, this sudden release of emotion brought you to tears. And to reality.

“What do I do dad?” you asked feeling him wipe the tears away with his thumbs as he held your head.

“Just trust me baby okay?” he waited to continue until you shook your head yes. “And never run away from me again. That’s not us. We don’t do that to each other”.

You mustered up all the strength you had in your body and reached up to wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him. He held you tightly letting his tears drop to your shirt. He looked over at his older brother who was leaning back on the bed taking in the moment of calm. He saw his baby brother holding his daughter and gaining back his confidence and strength. But he was still the younger  one and Shannon had to protect him while he protected her.

“You’re nothing like dad” he said.

Jared gave him a genuine smile before burying his face in his daughters hair. He was going to be better, do better for her. You pulled away from him and he held onto your hands in his to keep you close.

“What’s next?” you asked

Jared chuckled, you hadn’t changed much since you were little. Always curious and always questioning, he could never get anything past you like you did him.

“I’ll get a good doctor, I know a few people around LA. We can keep it private for you.”

“I don’t want to go away anywhere! Please don’t leave me or send me to some rehab place.” you grew scared and wrapped yourself back around him. jared started rubbing your back to comfort you.

“I would never. Never ever do that to you. those places are a fucking joke. I’ll be with you the whole way I promise. We’ll do things at home and I’ll take you in for visits to the clinic okay?” 

You held onto his shirt and took a deep breath to calm yourself down, you should have known your dad wouldn’t do that to you. You wanted to ask him a million questions and vent to him but when you opened your moth you could only get the words 

“okay daddy” out.

Jared closed his eyes and continues to caress your back and feel your heart rate steady. hose were the most comforting words he could ever hear.