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bitchesuntitled · 19 days

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When It Rains

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+ MDNI, go on get! PWP, mostly porn but some plot, unprotected PIV(Don't do this IRL, be safe, make smart choices), kissing, fingering(f receiving), cream pie, flirting.

I'm trying to practice smut more, be kind. This is for @undercoverpena's April Showers prompt!

Thank you so much to @notjustjavierpena for helping me with the moodboard and the grammar stuff, @strang3lov3 for editing and leaving encouraging comments, and @beefrobeefcal for also betaing! Don't know what I would do without you lovely people! ❤️

@jay-zzle is my Spanish expert and dear friend who has helped me with a lot of my translations. Plus she's also one of the main reasons I'm trying to learn Spanish 🥰

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You’ve been assigned the stakeout with Javier Peña at a nightclub, where it’s been rumored that some of Escobar’s sicarios frequent regularly. It’s not a problem per se, but it could just be a tad distracting considering the circumstances. No one, not even Murphy, has seemed to catch wind of what has been going on between the two of you; the late-night meet-ups, the storage closet, the file room, hell - there was even one time late at night in the office the three of you share. You’re professional though, work always comes before play. That’s been the rule since the beginning.

“Looks like it’s gonna rain,” Javi comments, pushing his head to the car’s window, and looking up, “We could definitely use it.”

You hum in agreement, watching the nightclub like a hawk. As you listen to the pulsing music radiating from the club, watching people file in and out of the building, none seem to be any of Escobar’s crew just yet. The night seems to be growing darker as the clouds glide across the sky, covering the bright moon's light. Soon enough, small drops of rain begin to fall, turning into fat drops within minutes, downpour to follow.

“Fuck,” you hiss, gripping the steering wheel and peering out the dash window, “Of course.”

“Nothing wrong with some rain,” Javi smirks, looking at you.

“Except for the fact we can’t see shit!”

“Maybe we could do something else with our time?” Javi suggests, laying his arm against the back of the bench seat and scooting his hips forward to get more comfortable. His hand creeps onto your shoulder, rubbing small circles against the bare skin there, skimming past the hem of your tank top.

“Javi,” you scold, shrugging your shoulders to get your point across, “No, we’re working.”

“Can’t see shit in this rain,” Javi grumbles, crossing his arms across his chest, “Least we could have some fun.”

“Maybe it’ll die down,” you suggest, looking at him. He matches your stare with those pleading eyes of his. Those dark eyes, the way they make you want to melt every single time they land on you.

It’s been 20 minutes and the downpour hasn’t relented. After seeing how you wouldn’t be doing something else with your time like he suggested, Javi’s beginning to become restless.

“When it rains it pours, hermosa,” Javi says, grinning at you. Your pulse jumps at that word. Hermosa. He knows exactly what he’s doing. That’s how it always starts.

“Javi,” you warn, reminding him again, “We are working. You know the rules, work then play.”

He moves closer to you, leaning over to whisper in your ear, “We’ve played at work before, cariño.” Goosebumps pebble across your skin. You hope he can’t see them with how dark it is. You crane your head away from him and grab the binoculars from the dash, choosing to ignore the burning desire between your thighs. You just need to focus on work. You feel Javi lean back in the seat, his eyes boring into the side of your head. You put the binoculars against your face, grunting in annoyance when you still can’t see anything.

“Bebé,” Javier says, grabbing the binoculars from your grip, “Let’s call it night, hmm?”

He throws them into the back seat with a smirk, leaning closer to you, grabbing the back of your neck, and gently urging you toward him. His index finger sweeps against your cheek, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. He smiles warmly at you before dipping his head to meet your lips. Your hands rest against his chest, fingers fiddling with the open V of his button-up.

You moan against his mouth when he licks your bottom lip, allowing him access to slip his tongue inside. Your tongues caressing each other, your hands move to the nape of his neck. Your lips make their way to his jaw and down his neck, your teeth lightly scrape his pulse point.

“Mira que duro me pones(look how hard you make me),” Javi says, pulling you onto his lap, grinding against your center to let you feel his growing bulge. “Te deseo(want you),” he growls.

You let out a faint gasp. Javi has a firm grip on your thighs to keep you against him, one hand finding its way to your center, palm pressing firmly against your clit through the denim of your jeans. You moan against his throat at the sensation.

“Javi,” you whimper as he flicks the button of your jeans open and begins to tug on them impatiently. “Fuck, Javi. I gotta get my damn shoes off first.”

He grabs your jeans, helping you out of them after knocking your shoes off. Javi brings his hand back to your center, rubbing precise circles against your clothed clit, moving down to pull your panties aside. Javi hums, capturing your lips again, tongue tangling with yours, enjoying feeling the slick against your slit.

“So wet,” he says, teasing two thick digits against your entrance. You hum with a nod of your head, crying out when he pushes them into your wet heat.

“Javi,” you moan, putting your head into the crook of his neck, rolling your hips in time with his fingers. “Fuck.” Beginning to feel the coil in your belly tightening.

“¿Así, bebé?(just like that, baby?)” He asks, moving his thumb to massage small quick circles on your clit. You whimper his name when he curves his fingers just right, hitting that spot he knows you love. His mouth leaving open mouth kisses along your neck, reaching your pulse point he begins to suck lightly. You can feel the coil in your belly tightening more, your walls beginning to flutter against his fingers every time he hits that spot with the pads of his fingers.

“Eres mía(you’re mine),” Javi whispers against your neck.

“So close,” You whine, moving your hips faster, his fingers sinking in deeper with each roll of your hips. He moves his head from your neck to look at you, gripping the back of his neck, crashing your mouth into his. Javi moans, beginning to feel your walls clamp around his fingers. The coil in your belly snaps, shooting white-hot lightning through your entire body. Your hand pulls onto the hair at the nape of his neck, causing Javi to let out a guttural groan, pulling you back down from your high.

“Fuck me,” you sigh against his lips.

“That’s the plan, cariño(honey),” Javi smirks, kissing you again, scooting to lay his back against the seat.

Your hands slide down his chest, popping open the buttons of his shirt. You smirk, leaning into his collarbone and placing soft kisses before biting down gently.

“Fuck, bebé(baby),” Javi says sucking in a breath, moving his hands between your bodies to fumble with his belt, “Te necesito(need you)”

You lift up, swatting his hand away to work his belt and jeans open. He lifts his hips and helps you lower his jeans, his stiff member slapping against his stomach.

“Javier Peña,” you tsk, shaking your head at him, “Commando? Did you miss laundry day?”

“Knew about this assignment for weeks now. Asked to be paired up with you,” Javi smiles, wiggling his eyebrows. “Figured this would happen.”

“Oh, fuck off!” You laugh, playfully smacking his chest.

“Awe, come on now, chica sucía(dirty girl)” Javi says, placing your hands on his chest, “You know it’s—“

You grind against his cock, hands pressing firmly against his chest and he lets out a groan.

“That’s one way to get you to shut up,” you grin, slowly grinding your wetness along his shaft, the tip catching your bundle of nerves with every roll of your hips. Javi shifts up grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you to his lips in a hungry kiss. He moves his hand down to line his cock up to your entrance and you slowly sink down on it, taking it inch by inch. You're no stranger to Javi’s cock but each time feels like the first with how thick he is.

“Estás tan apretada, mi amor(you’re so tight, my love)” Javi growls, against your throat, “No pares(don’t stop)” holding onto your hips as you sink further down on him, ass cheeks finally resting on his thighs. You kiss him, both of you taking a minute to savor the feel of one another, Javi gently rubbing his fingers up and down your spine with one hand while the other holds your cheek.

“You’re so beautiful,” Javi murmurs, caressing his nose against your cheek before capturing your lips again, moaning into the kiss as you tentatively roll your hips. His hand settles on your lower back, letting you take control at a slow tempo, letting you enjoy the way his cock massages your inner walls. You moan feeling your nipples beginning to harden between your layers and his chest.

“Javi!” You gasp when he snaps his hips holding onto your lower back firmly.

“Need to see you,” Javi huffs, moving his hand from your face to your shoulder and pushing you to sit up, breath hitching as you swallow more of his length into your core. He rids you of your tank top and pushes the cups of your bra down. You begin to lightly bounce on his cock, moaning at the feel of his hands on you, fingers from one hand beginning to pinch your left nipple while his other hand slides down your ribs, gripping your waist. “Eres mía(you’re mine),” he growls. You can feel your climax nearing, your thighs beginning to shake, feeling the heat running through your body as you bounce.

“Want to take you out,” Javi grunts, your walls begin to tighten at his words, “Make sure that ev-fuck-everyone knows you’re my girl,” he rambles, gripping your waist tighter, snapping his hips into you. “Eres mía(you’re mine).”

“Javi,” you cry out, wanting all of those things and more, your walls fluttering around his shaft, “Fuck, Javi- yes, yes, yes, yes!” Your walls clamp down on him, milking his cock while your vision blurs.

“Fuck,” Javi whines, hips stuttering, emptying himself inside you. He sits up, wrapping his arms around your back to pull you closer to him. Your arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him softly, leaning your forehead against his, trying to catch your breath. Javi looks into your eyes and grins as his softening cock slips out of you.

“I’m serious, corazón,” Javi says, “Want it all.”

“Me too,” You nod, a grin stretching from ear to ear on your face.

“Peña?” You hear the radio chirp against the dash, Murphy beginning to call for you as well. “Anyone there?”

You giggle as Javi leans over, keeping a grip on you in his lap to reach the receiver. “Peña here.”

“The hell are you guys?” Murphy asks, “It’s been raining like cats and dogs for a fuckin’ hour, and no word from either of you!”

“Heading back now,” you say, shaking your head and laughing.

#UndercoverAprilShowersChallenge #pedro pascal characters #javier peña fanfiction #javier peña x reader #javier peña narcos #javier pena smut #javier peña x you

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coolmayordamien · 8 months

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Writing Request (if you're still taking them):

Dark/Wilford sick-fic with comfort? I don't mind if it's Dark or Wil that's sick, but I can imagine either of them being reluctant to stay in bed for different reasons, lol

You got it!

Darkiplier/Wilford Warfstache

Summary: Dark isn't feeling well. Wilford knows what to do.

Tags: Sickfic, silliness, this is way longer than it has any right to be,

Wilford's eyes flashed with concern as he pressed the back of his hand against Dark's forehead. The man with the pink mustache dutifully ignored his grayscale partner's rumbling complaints, although he did pay careful attention to the deep, wracking coughs that Dark couldn't seem to repress.

"That's a fever, sugar," he said regretfully. "And that there's a nasty sounding cough. You, my dear Dark, are not only merely sick--you're really most sincerely sick."

"I'm perfectly fine, Wil," Dark scowled, trying to duck out of Wilford's grip. The pair had been together long enough for the entity to know what happened when he became unwell. He wanted to get out of that situation as fast as he-

Without having taken a single step, Dark found himself tucked securely into bed, trapped by sheets that had been arranged with military precision. He was also dressed in his pajamas-nope, actually, those were Wilford's pajamas. Dark's closet definitely didn't contain such things as a hot pink long-sleeved sleep shirt covered in flaming black hearts. He bet that if he could manage to un-tuck himself, he would find out that the pants matched.

"Don't pout," Wilford warned from above him, wagging a finger. "You just lie back and look pretty. Ol' Wilfy's gonna take good care of you."

Dark absolutely did not pout, although he did release an annoyed huff as he flopped back into the pillows. He flushed a little as Wil fussed with his coverings, making sure that he was warm enough, and then moreso when his partner pressed a loving kiss to his forehead.

"I'm going to get you some soup! Soup is what you need to get better. And lots of kisses, but that will have to wait until after the soup," the madman rambled. "You be good now, alright?"

"Alright," Dark agreed pleasantly.

Dark finally managed to wiggle his way out of his partner's restrictive blankets, refusing to acknowledge exactly how long that it had taken him. He didn't want to upset Wil, but he really needed to get some work done. And stretch his legs. And basically do anything other than just sitting in bed, bored to tears.

Besides, he wasn't that sick. It was just a cough. He didn't even feel that tired, he thought quietly pulling open the door.

Only to reveal Wilford standing on the other side, holding a steaming bowl of soup and a glass of water. They stared at each other for a moment in perfect silence before Wil's eyes crinkled cheerfully.

"Hello, my love!" He sang out, gesturing with the items in his hands. "If you'll just let me put these down, I have a question for you."

"I can explain-" Dark said hesitantly, breaking out into a cold sweat as Wilford moved into the room, carefully placing his burdens on a side table. The mustached man spun on his heel, hands on his hips and a grin on his face.

"Don't be so nervous, darling, it's not a hard question. I just want to know where exactly you think that you're going," Wilford wondered, tapping a finger against his own cheek in contemplation.

Dark searched desperately for the right answer before slowly saying, "No...where?"

"Good answer, my love," Wilford laughed, tucking him into bed. Dark really wished he'd stop teleporting him around; it was sort of making him dizzy. "Now eat your soup before it gets cold. I'll just be down the hall, filming an interview."

Wilford checked his temperature again, kissing his cheek. "By the way sugar, that was strike one."

Fuck.

Dark slid open the window as quietly as he could, making sure that there were no witnesses down on the ground. He coughed twice, painfully, and his head whipped around to search for his looming lover. There was no sign of him, thankfully.

He was only on the second story. It couldn't be that hard to climb down two stories.

He made it about two feet before a voice called out from below him, "Strike two, love."

He shrieked. He fell. He was caught in strong arms, and then gently placed into bed.

Damn it.

He could just open a portal-

"Strike three, Dark. You're out."

Shit.

Dark coughed so hard that he retched, slumping back into the pillows with a groan. He was drenched with sweat, burning up from the inside out, and everything ached.

"I know, I know," Wilford crooned, dabbing at his forehead with a warm rag. "I'm sorry to say that you did this to yourself, my love."

"Yeah, I know," Dark sighed, cuddling into Wilford's side. "This is a little...much, though."

The madman smirked, stroking his dark love's damp hair. "It's just until you feel better, sweetheart. I can't have you sick. It upsets me."

"I don't want to upset you," the monochrome man said softly. "Thanks for taking care of me, Wil."

"Silly," Wilford teased, gently tapping his nose. "I love you."

"I love you too," Dark's voice was muffled, as he had buried his face in his lover's side to prevent further boops. "Can you unchain me now? The ankle cuff itches."

"Not a chance."

#darkstache #darkiplier x wilford #markiplier egos #wilford warfstache #darkiplier #wilford motherloving warfstache #warfstache #markiplier fanfiction #fic prompt

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himedachi · 4 months

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renjunphile · 2 years

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Far Away, So Far Away | Yoon Jeonghan

⇢ word count: 6.9k ⇢ pairing: svt's yoon jeonghan x female reader, slight svt's joshua hong x female reader ⇢ tags&warnings: college!au, best friends to lovers!au, coming of age!au ⇢ synopsis: cat plasters, blonde angels at the library, free pepero from the vending machine and café study breaks; medical school is not exactly how you thought it would be. enter your best friend's best friend from LA and it all goes to hell. ⇢ notes: some scenes are shorter than others and follows y/n through many years. i may or may not return with various scenes in a spinoff that explores other happenings in this time frame and beyond :) yes they are in medical school but that very much does not appear significantly in this story sorry about that hehe im a medical student tho so i wanted to feature it heheh

You meet Yoon Jeonghan on the first day of Medical Studies, thus your third year at university. You had just completed your two years of pre-medical education and was excited to start your degree properly. It was 9PM, yet the library was deserted. To be fair, why would anyone be at the library on the first day of the semester? You had been there since 6PM, furiously typing away to write up your lecture notes and then recapping on the previous year. You had only noticed him when you walked in, but his back was turned and all you saw was glossy medium-length blonde hair. You had thought the hair colour was bold for anyone, but you hadn't expected a skinny boy with sharp cheekbones.

"Excuse me?" his voice was high pitched and airy, "Do you have a band-aid?"

You were stunned to find that the boy who had been behind you, who rolled his chair closer to you, had an angelic face to match his angelic voice. It took you a few seconds to snap out of your trance.

"Oh, yes. I do. Are you ok?" you quickly scrambled through your bag, pulling out a pack of plasters with small cartoon cats, "Sorry, I only have these."

He held up his left hand, showing a small gash across the side of his index finger, "Just a paper cut, but they're the worst and I don't want to get anything in the cut. Thank you; they're cute."

You unpeeled the longest one you had and made the move to put it on his finger. In hindsight, it was probably a bit awkward for Jeonghan and you should have given him the plaster instead, but you weren't thinking straight because his whole demeanour was distracting you.

"I'm Jeonghan, by the way. 3rd year medical student or first year clinical. Are you a medical student too?"

Ah, that's right, you were in the library in the medical building, "Me too, 3rd year."

"No way! We should be friends," Jeonghan grinned, showing off a set of pearly white teeth, "You know people say to me that it's weird finding friends after first year, but I think that's ridiculous. I make friends every year of my life. You know, I only met my best friend Seungcheol last year."

"Choi Seungcheol? Who's resting face either looks like he's grimacing or wants to cry?"

"Oh, you know him? Yes, him. I'm gonna tell him you said that," Jeonghan laughed, and his laugh matched his aura.

"You don't even know my name. But he was in one of my sociology classes last year. Didn't speak to him a lot though. And what if i'm a really horrible person? Do you go around asking everyone to be your friend?"

He cocked his head in thought, "I mean yes, I kind of do and never actually properly befriend them, but I think you're probably a nice person."

"How do you know?" you furrowed your eyebrows at him.

"You gave me a plaster, for one. That's a nice act. Your plasters also have cats on them and your laptop wallpaper is cute," he winked, "You're cute too. But i'm not flirting."

Your cheeks heated up and you quickly closed the laptop screen behind you, "I'm Y/N."

"Well Y/N, do you come here often? I've never seen you around here."

You shrugged, "From time to time. Usually, I go to the floor above, but I felt like having a change today. And I like to go to cafés to study more."

"Well, i'm always here. I'll get your number if I see you again. That means we're destined to be friends," he got up and swept the things off his desk and switched the lamp off, "Go home soon and rest well, okay? Hope to see you again."

He sauntered away without another word and you were left with your mouth hanging open in intrigue. He was so open, which wasn't the case with most people you met. He seemed really nice and he just have a cloud of positivity around him. You also wished to see him again.

You were ashamed to admit that in the week after meeting the mystery that was Jeonghan, you were looking for him everywhere you went- in your lectures, in your walks to and from campus, in your nighttime library sessions- but he never appeared. You wondered if you actually made him up as a result of exhaustion and excess caffeine intake, because how hard would it be to spot a tall boy with platinum blonde hair in a crowd?

"Y/N," you heard the voice again Tuesday the following week in the same spot at the library, "Hi."

He sat in the cubicle next to you this time.

"Are you real?" you squinted at him, resisting the urge to swat your hand out to see if it would just go through him.

He burst out into laughter, "Excuse me? Am I real? I would hope so.

"I didn't see you in the full cohort lecture Wednesday morning and i'm really good at Where's Wally," you humphed.

He took out his laptop chuckling, "You were looking for me, huh? I overslept. Got Cheol to take the notes. Sorry for worrying you."

You scoffed and turned away, "I wasn't 'worried'. Just curious."

"Hmm, okay. Study well," he started typing on his laptop, and the clicking forced you to stop staring st his high cheekbones and fair skin and start doing your actual work.

It was earlier this time- only 6PM- but you had been there since 4PM already. You were planning to leave soon, do your grocery shop and probably waste the rest of your evening in bed, but you decided against it and continued typing on your essay due in a few weeks.

It was an hour later when Jeonghan spoke again.

"I'm going to get coffee from the vending machines. Do you want anything?" he asked you kindly. You had slowed down your work by this point, but more than anything you could have achieved at home.

"No thank you," you smiled, "I'll watch your stuff."

"But what if you're the one that steals?" he teased before walking away, "Be right back. Thanks."

You didn't want to be creepy by staring at his things, which only consisted of a closed macbook, a water bottle and a black rucksack under the desk, so you tried to focus on absolutely everything else. By the time he came back, you were staring outside, eyes focused on a light in the distance.

"I got you some Pepero. You had these on your desk last time," he offered out the cardboard box.

You shook your head, "Thank you, but I can't accept that. You're so nice. Have it for yourself."

He rolled his eyes, "Take it. You can offer me one if you really feel guilty but it was like less than 2000 won," he dropped it on your desk and sat back down.

"Are you sure this isn't a bribe for me to be your friend?" you joked, opening the box and tearing open the plastic.

"As if. I have tons of friends," he took a stick from the box you had presented out over to him.

"Humble, Jeonghan. Humble," you smiled, turning away, "Focus on your work. Thanks for the Pepero."

So Jeonghan did get your number and your social media. And so did all his friends apparently, because one by one, more and more people "followed by jeonghaniyoo_n" followed you too. With each boy, you would frantically DM the boy asking him what he had been telling them. Each time, he would just say that he just said he met a friend in the library.

Jeonghan got funnier and more chaotic the more time you spent with him. He would comment obscene things under your posts and upload the most unhinged stories on his socials. For the rest of the semester, you and Jeonghan would meet and cross paths in the library, sometimes planned and sometimes unplanned. If it was early enough, he would sometimes suggest a coffee or a drink in the café across the road when you left the library together. You studied, but you also found out a lot about Jeonghan considering he was so open.

You found out that he had about 10 times more friends than you and he seemed to somehow find time to spend with everyone even when the two of you would be at the library 3 or 4 times a week. You started meeting his friends two or three at a time. First, it was Seungcheol (who didn't recognise who you were and felt terrible that you knew you had a class together and he didn't) who came along to a library study session. To say the least, absolutely nothing got done in that hour and you were soon told off by the librarian for being so loud, after which you left (voluntarily). Next, Junhui and Minghao - 2 Chinese exchange students who both studied Dance. Jun was hilarious to you and Minghao was so captivating even with the little words he spoke. Jihoon and Soonyoung seemed total opposites when you bumped into them at the café, but Jeonghan told you that they were the best of friends. You had met Wonwoo, Seokmin and Mingyu just in passing when you saw Jeonghan in the halls of the medical building and decided to say hi. You got kicked out of the library for the 2nd time when Seungkwan, Vernon and Chan came to pick up Jeonghan for dinner and made so much chaos in the 5 minutes they were there that the librarian actually asked the group to leave. You joined them for dinner that night. You had only been told stories about Joshua, or Jisoo as they sometimes called him, but he was Jeonghan's best friend from 1st and 2nd year who was doing a year abroad in Los Angeles before starting his Medical studies.

Still, he did things that made you wonder how such a person like him exitsed. He would always get you a snack when he went to get coffee in the vending machines and squeeze your shoulders whenever you collapsed at your desk in frustration of the difficult content you were facing. They always said that 3rd year was the hardest.

Jeonghan was incredibly smart, but incredibly kind too. He would explain and re-explain content that you couldn't grasp and never look down at you for anything you didn't understand. He took notes for you when you couldn't be bothered to attend lectures and he brought you food for 3 days straight when you were down with the flu.

Over the year, your life changed and the boys began integrating themselves into your life. At one point, you even found yourself at lunches with his friends without you. Sure, you had friends before Jeonghan and you still do, but Jeonghan and his friends were so randomly welcoming to you and such great company that you started spending more and more time with them.

"Y/N. You're not even working," Jeonghan scowled, "Let's go to the café and work there."

He snapped you out of your trance and you began packing your things up, "Sorry. I was up late last night."

It was the end of the year and finals week. To say the least, no one had been getting sufficient sleep and you were ingesting copious amounts of coffee.

"Shua is coming back at the end of winter. End of February, I think. Just before the new year starts in March," Jeonghan said as you two strolled slowly to the café, "The group will be complete."

"I can't wait to meet him," you replied politely.

"Don't fall in love with him okay? You're my best friend!" he pouted, hanging onto your arm.

"Jeonghan! You've never said that about any of your other friends!" you exclaimed, laughing.

"But Joshua is handsome. And he's from LA. Has this whole cool vibe around him but he's actually a dork."

"Okay, you date him then."

"Just promise me!"

"I'm not going to date him, Jeonghan."

You met Joshua on his third day back to Korea when Jeonghan dragged you out to lunch with them. His Korean was rusty after a year back at home, but he spoke so softly but with so much excitement. He too was a medical student, but since he did the year abroad, he was an academic year behind you, Jeonghan and Seungcheol. He asked all about the year and all the exams and everything under the sun. Unsurprisingly, he too was great company and you put it down to Jeonghan being an amazing judge of character.

"Y/N?" Joshua hovered over you in the library in the second week of the new term, "Do you mind if I sit?"

You nodded enthusiastically and smiled at the boy, "How are you? How's it going so far?"

"I've done a week and a half of content and i'm already overwhelmed," he sighed, "I won't even ask you if it gets better because I know it doesn't. Have you seen Hannie today?"

You pondered, "No, I think he went home right after his classes today."

"Are you guys dating?"

You were taken aback by his abrupt question. You almost couldn't get your words out at the way you got flustered, "No. Not at all. He's my best friend and I'm one of his many. He would have told you if we were, right?"

"I don't know about that man sometimes," Joshua chuckled, "But okay, phew."

"Phew?" you raised your eyebrows.

"Phew," and then he turned away and began working.

Over your 4th year, Joshua and Seungcheol seemed to join your library sessions more and more often. Only the 3 of them were medical students in the group, so it made sense. Sometimes, Jeonghan got pouty about it since he wanted his alone time with you, his best friend outside that huge group (as much as he tried to convince you that you were part of that group, you weren't) and he liked the way the pair of you functioned in the year before. It was just routine to be together silently typing away slash crying in your little corner of the library.

You were at the library every day since you hated working in your apartment, but Jeonghan worked some evenings of the week. Soon, Joshua started turning up every day too, usually with coffee in hand for you or a snack. Soon, Joshua started to also do all the things Jeonghan had always done for you. Whenever Jeonghan would be working, Joshua would ask to go get dinner at the café across the road as a study break, and you never refused because you got hungry when studying.

It seemed as if Jeonghan never noticed and you never thought anything of it either since you were used to the treatment by Jeonghan, who never insinuated anything, so you thought it was all out of Joshua's kindness.

Joshua asked you out at the start of your 5th year, his 4th. You had noticed him get more and more forward at the end of the previous year, but you never thought too much of it. He was just being nice, right?

It was during a late night study session after hours had passed since Jeonghan and Seungcheol returned to their shared apartment. There was no one else at the library so late since it was again, the start of term, so it was just you and Joshua and bright lights illuminating rows and rows of pristine books.

"Hey, Y/N?" Joshua called over to you. You were falling in and out of sleep and his next question certainly woke you, "What do you think about going on a date? With me?"

A date? With Joshua? You had never considered it; well maybe once or twice whenever he'd do something flirty that Jeonghan had never dared to do, but you always dismissed the thoughts. You thought hard about it. Joshua was incredibly handsome and incredibly kind. He treated you often and you could hold a conversation. You were comfortable with Joshua, but were you comfortable in the same way as with Jeonghan? No- you had pushed those feelings away already that came up for Jeonghan every so often. You were allowed to explore. Besides, you were already 23 and never had a serious boyfriend nor had you tried dating as someone in their 20s often do ; those high school jerks didn't count.

Joshua looked at you with waiting eyes- hopeful eyes. You just couldn't say no.

"Han, can we talk?" you had encountered Jeonghan on his way into the library. He gave you a grin and hooked onto your arm as he changed his course to the café.

"Of course. I missed you! I haven't seen you in like 3 weeks! Work got so busy and I was always too tired to come to library," he pouted. You knew- he texted you everyday.

It had been 2 months since yours and Joshua's first date and he had taken you on 3 more since then.

"I have something to tell you," you treaded carefully. You didn't know how he would react but you hoped he would be happy for you.

His smile dropped, "What is it? You're making me nervous."

"I- um. Joshua asked me to be his girlfriend yesterday," you finally declared, your stomach turning in all directions.

His whole body stiffened as his arm fell from yours, "What?"

"We're- we're dating now. Officially," you clarified, "I ho-"

"I asked you not to date him. A year ago. You said you wouldn't," Jeonghan was looking at the floor, "Y/N?"

"It just happened, Han. He asked me on a date two months ago-"

"Two months ago? And you didn't tell me?" he spat, stepping away from you. You were metres away from the café, destined to never make it in, "What kind of a best friend are you?"

Your mouth dropped, "Jeonghan! I just wanted to see where it would go before I told you. And you were so busy with work-"

"It's my fault now?"

"No! Jeonghan, why are you acting this way?"

"What if you break up? And I have to choose between you? And you know I would choose you a million times over, but then I'd have to lose him," Jeonghan turned away from you. You hoped he wasn't crying.

"Han, don't think like that please. Are you made at me? I thought you'd be happy for me."

"I'm happy for you, Y/N, but I can't believe you both kept this from me."

He started increasing the distance between the two of you, still with his back turned.

"Han, I love you. You're my best friend. I don't want to lose you over this."

"I love you too, and that's why this is so much worse."

"Han-"

And then he walked away.

Joshua was the perfect first (real) boyfriend. He took you on dates, he called you beautiful, he supported you when you were struggling and he never did anything wrong. He always made you smile and blush and you really just couldn't fault him.

Jeonghan stopped appearing at the library. He did once, a week after you told him. You were even alone with seats around you, but he walked past you and put his headphones in. You wished that you had the courage to approach him and beg him to speak to you again, but you couldn't bring yourself to.

Four months after you told Jeonghan, Joshua had told you that Jeonghan stopped coming to things, or that he'd give excuses or cancel last minute. You had even called Seungcheol, but he softly asked you to not call about Jeonghan again before you could even say anything.

Six months after you lost your best friend, Joshua only attended every other meet up with the boys, because he knew Jeonghan wouldn't attend if he did.

You had asked him one day, cuddled into his chest if dating you was worth it to lost his best friend.

"But I got you," he rubbed the pad of his thumb on your cheek and pushed the hair back behind you ears, leaning in for a soft kiss, "Han will come around eventually."

You closed your eyes and burrowed yourself closer, "Did you ever talk to Jeonghan? After I told him?"

"I did," Joshua admitted softly, "He said the same things to me."

"Yeah? I hope he comes around for the sake of you and the boys," you mumbled against his hoodie. Inside, you just wanted your best friend back.

5th year crawled by slowly and felt more lonely than usual even though you had Joshua by your side. You got even closer with the friends you had before Jeonghan and you threw yourself into work. Somehow, in 6th year, you stopped seeing Jeonghan around, but that was probably because you got allocated to different hospitals to do your rotations in. He was probably enjoying his time away from you on the other side of the city.

"So," you began.

"No. Y/N, let's just be normal friends and talk about medical things like the medical students do," Seungcheol groaned from across you, grasping his steaming coffee mug in the middle of the hospital cafeteria.

"I wanna know how he is, Cheol," you pleaded, "He doesn't answer any of my messages and it's almost been a year! Cheol, I thought he'd be angry for like 2 months."

"You hurt him, Y/N. Both of you did. It felt like you betrayed him, even if that wasn't your intention."

You sighed and placed your head in your hands, "I just don't understand why, Seungcheol. I thought he'd get over it and be happy that his two best friends got along and were dating. I would never have excluded him or anything. I never cancelled any plans with Jeonghan for Joshua when me and Joshua were going on dates and hanging out. Just because I had a boyfriend didn't mean he couldn't be my best friend anymore."

Seungcheol's bleep started vibrating and he sighed deeply at his still half-full mug, "Joshua started doing things for you that Jeonghan had always done right? Think about that. See you at the wards, gotta take this."

Seungcheol's words plagued you for months after. You were confused by what he meant. Did he mean Jeonghan liked you? Or Jeonghan was hurt that Joshua would be replacing him? Even still, you knew that Jeonghan couldn't have liked you. He was so straight forward with everything else so if he did, he would have at the very least shown it.

You had just celebrated your one year anniversary with Joshua and you felt like you were happier than ever, but it always just felt like something was missing from your life. You guessed that Jeonghan's departure had a bigger impact on you that you thought.

Halfway through 6th year, you were coming to the end of the semester and preparing for end of semester exams again. You found yourself spending more and more time at the library and in your little corner of the school. Joshua had texted you that he would be going out to dinner with some of the people that he did clinical rotations with and Seungcheol was too tired after your own rotations at the hospital in West Seoul.

You mindlessly took a seat, leaving an empty seat between you and the next person. When you turned you head, you were shocked to find Jeonghan, head tilted down and headphones in.

Mouth agape, you almost scrambled up to leave before he noticed you, but he did.

"Y/N?"

You grinned awkwardly at the boy, "Jeonghan! You changed your hair!"

His hands reached up and fumbled with the short, dark strands, "Yeah, I guess I did."

You liked the blonde on him, but his dark hair suited him in the same way; it was just different to the Jeonghan you knew.

"How's rotations?" you asked, not wanting to cut the conversation despite his eyes practically begging you to.

"Um, it's okay. Just how rotations are. Cheol says you have a good hospital," he replied. It hurt that he wasn't speaking to you in his normal, enthusiastic voice. He seemed diminished, or dimmed around you.

"Yeah, it's good," you gave him a tight lip smile.

"I- um. Happy birthday, by the way. For yesterday?" he offered, "I saw a video of Shua, Jihoon, Seungkwan and Seokmin performing that song. 20?"

Your heart melted at the fact he remembered. Or at least was kind of enough to greet you. You had spent the previous night at a swanky bar surrounded by all your friends.

"Thanks, Jeonghan. I wish you came."

From: Yoon Jeonghan | 3:00 AM

Y/N!

From: Y/N | 3:01 AM

Jeonghan? Why are you still awake? Are you okay?

From: Yoon Jeonghan | 3:05 AM

You kndow thayt song that youir boyfriend perfordmed for your birtday 2 months afgo

From: Y/N | 3:06 AM

Are you drunk?

[Call incoming from Yoon Jeonghan. Decline / Accept]

"Y/N. I'm drunk. I got drunk because we went out but I got sad."

"Jeonghan, why are you texting me?"

"Jihoon is a traitor. I hate him now too. And Seungkwan and Seokmin."

"Why? Over the song?"

"I wrote that song Y/N. Not Shua. Not even Jihoon. Not even the other two."

"You did?"

"At the end of our 4th year for Jihoon's final year project. It's mine, Y/N. It's mine."

"I'm sorry, Han. I didn't know."

"Don't call me that. I wrote that song. For you."

[The phone makes a noise to signal the phone being hung up.]

"What's wrong?" Joshua traced circles with his thumb onto your skin as he held your hand. It was the vacation after the end of the year and Joshua was leaving for Los Angeles the day after.

"You know the song you guys performed at my birthday 3 months ago?"

"Yeah?" Joshua visibly retracted from you and pulled his hand away, sensing your mood.

"Jeonghan called me drunk last month and he told me th-"

"That he wrote it about you?"

"You knew?" you sat up, "And you still made me think it was yours? Or Jihoon's? And you dedicated it to me knowing Jeonghan wrote it?"

"Y/N, why are you upset? Jeonghan never gave you the song, so why would I waste it?"

"Joshua, you knew that Jeonghan liked me?"

"Everyone did, Y/N. It was so obvious," Joshua scoffed, rolling his eyes, which infuriated you.

"And you still chose to ask me out? Without asking him first?" you gawked, standing up to leave.

"He never confessed to you. It's his fault for not confessing after 2 years, Y/N. Besides, would that have changed your mind?"

Your silence told him everything.

Joshua sighed, "I knew I could never be your Jeonghan no matter how much I tried. I love you, you know?"

"I need some time, Joshua."

"Are you breaking up with me? Over a song? Over Jeonghan? Seriously?"

"I'll see you after you get back from LA."

"I heard that you and Shua broke up," Seungcheol began warily. The two of you were at a coffee shop, catching up after Christmas, two days before your graduation.

"From where?"

"Shua."

"Ah. Yeah. Just issues about um, plagiarism?"

Seungcheol stifled a laugh unsuccessfully, "Plagiarism? Did he steal your work from your previous year and pass it as his own?"

"He sang the song Jeonghan wrote for me on my birthday and he knew Jeonghan wrote it about me," you sighed, "Why did everyone know apart from me?"

"I don't know Y/N. We all thought you were in love with him too and then you suddenly started dating Joshua," Seungcheol shrugged.

"In love?"

"You'll have to ask Jeonghan about that."

"Congratulations," Jeonghan approached you, flowers in hand, "For you."

"For me?" you gawked at the gorgeous bouquet of your favourite flowers, "Thanks Han. You too."

"You're coming to lunch right? With everyone?"

You paused, "I don't know Han. I don't wanna ruin your-"

"You should come. I want you to come," he gave you a small smile.

"Best friends! We did it!" Seungcheol was hyper as he swung an arm around each of you and pulled you in tight, "Eomma! Take a picture!"

You and Jeonghan were groaning in secret delight and mid-grin, you caught Jeonghan's eyes that softened.

"Jeonghan, you better smile or I swear to God- cheese!"

Seungcheol's mother indicated she topped taking pictures and continued talking to Jeonghan's parents.

"Y/N, are you coming to-"

"She is," Jeonghan interrupted, "Let's get these robes off and get going. Jihoon's and Wonwoo's cars just left. Is Shua here, Y/N?"

"No, he's still in Los Angeles." He had texted you congratulations that morning though.

"He didn't come for your graduation?" Jeonghan's eyes were wide as if he were offended.

"We broke up a couple of months ago."

"You did? Oh."

Seungcheol grinned awkwardly between the two of you.

"Happy first day of residency, Dr. Y/L/N," Jeonghan breathed next to you, looking up at the looming hospital building the same way you are.

"You too, Dr. Yoon," you mumbled, "I can't do this. They're going to shout at me. I don't know anything."

Jeonghan chuckled, shoving a disposable coffee cup in your cold hands, "6 years of medical school for you to doubt yourself? C'mon, Y/N. Let's go inside. Lunch together, yes?"

It was by pure luck slash fate that you and Jeonghan were allocated the same hospital in Seoul to complete your residencies at. Unfortunately, Seungcheol was an hour commute away just outside of Seoul, but still lived with Jeonghan in their bachelor's pad.

The two of you joined the group of junior doctors awkwardly hanging around in the foyer. Eventually, you were given an introductory talk and sent off into separate wards to begin your training. Jeonghan was separated from you, as suspected, but you were told everyone would be given the same lunch slot.

Since it was the first day, the staff took it easy on you and arranged the day to mostly be about getting to know your surroundings and the actual processes for the ward. There were a few other older residents who gave you advice (don't even dream of nice, long sleeps and make sure you have a big water bottle) and consultants who greeted you warmly.

"I think my consultant hates me already," Jeonghan slammed his tray on the table, causing it to shake.

"It's the first day, Jeonghan. What have you done?" You knew the boy could cause quite a ruckus due to his incredibly big brain but incredibly snarky tone and large pride.

"It wasn't my fault! I just said that the paracetamol brand he described wasn't in regular use anymore after a study done last year. It's not my fault these old hags can't keep up with their fields!"

You looked around to see if anyone heard you, "Jeonghan! Don't say that around here. You probably said it in your mean tone so lay off it for a while okay? We're bottom of the barrel here."

Jeonghan groaned deeply and started stabbing into his food, "Maybe i'm going to die, Y/N. Before we even date."

You punched his arm and turned away as your cheeks heated up, "Who says we're gonna do that?"

"Me. I said," he huffed, "Just wait."

A month into residency, you begin having lunch with the other residents. You and Jeonghan were the only ones who came from your university and the others all didn't know each other either. They all seemed to be nice, except a little problem you liked to call: Jeonghan's insane ability to attract crushes on him wherever he went. Enter Yoona, a Yonsei graduate with gorgeous, long black hair that whipped back and forth in a pony tail as she strutted wherever she went. The worst part is, she just wasn't that bad of a person. So, when Yoona started sitting next to Jeonghan at lunch and asking about his day and giving him coffee, you felt guilty feeling jealous.

You and Jeonghan hadn't said anything about your relationship ever since you and Joshua broke up. Sure, you started hanging out more after graduation and yes he'd buy you coffee and snacks and go grocery shopping with you and invite you to cafés or to go shopping and was sending you memes and texting you every day. But he never said if he liked you.

To be fair, when he was drunk, he only said that he wrote that song for you in 4th year. He liked you in 3rd and 4th year. He never said anything about now.

"Y/N," Yoona caught up to you in the corridor one day after lunch, "You've known Jeonghan for a while now, right?"

"Yes, we went to SNU together."

"Do you know him well? Do you know if he has a girlfriend?"

You grimaced as you shook your head, "Nope. He doesn't."

Her eyes lit up, "Really? Okay. Don't tell him I asked. Gotta run." Her pager began beeping as she started running, "Thanks Y/N! Bye."

You hadn't intended to say anything to Jeonghan at all, until he encountered you also in the corridor two days later.

"Yoona just asked for my number," he deadpanned with glaring eyes, "Because you said that I don't have a girlfriend."

"You don't. Yoona is gorgeous and smart. You'd look great together."

"You're impossible," he rolled his eyes and stomped away, "Dinner at our flat. Cheol is cooking."

"Should I invite Yoona?" you called out teasingly after him, to which he flipped you off.

"Yoona asked me out on a date," Jeonghan mentioned casually as the two of you walked up to his apartment 3 weeks later.

"Did you say yes?" you hummed as if you weren't that interested. You were.

"No, i'm not interested in dating at the moment," he said.

"Oh?"

"I'm not interested in dating her," he clarified, "We should go on a date soon."

You laughed, "That's not the way to ask a girl, Yoon Jeonghan."

He rolled his eyes at you, "Do you want to go on a date with me, Y/N?"

"Say it like you mean it."

"Stop torturing me. You know I hate this."

"Yeah, I enjoy it," you smirked, "Jihoon gave me a copy of that song you know? Of just you singing it."

"Oh yeah? Did you like it? I'm sure their voices were better than mine when they performed it at your party."

You had reached the front door, but before Jeonghan could unlock it, you grabbed his arm and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, "I really loved it. You should sing it for me some day."

Jeonghan's arms were wrapped around you tightly as you cuddled on his couch. Seungcheol had groaned at the sight of the two of you when he returned from the hospital and stomped into his room, pointedly slamming the door on his way. An episode of Friends was playing on the TV, but neither of you had been paying attention.

Jeonghan had taken you out on the most tranquil and beautiful first date the day before at a flower field just outside of Seoul for the morning. He then paid for your lunch at the farm kitchen and took you for an afternoon coffee at the café you used to frequent across the street from the library. By the end of it, the both of you were staring up at the third floor of the building across the street, reminiscing each memory you had in your little corner of the library.

He placed a kiss on your forehead to snap you out of your trance, "What are you thinking about?"

"University," you hummed, "A good time."

"Not so good for me when I had to spend 2 years away from my best friend," he huffed, glaring at you, "Did you ever like me though? At all?"

"Mhm, loads. When we first met, when you took care of me when I was sick, when we did that road trip in the summer, when we had that snowball fight on campus, when-"

"Why did you never tell me?"

"I wasn't going to tell someone I thought didn't like me that. I just thought you were really nice and treated everyone else the same. Why didn't you tell me?" You countered.

"Have you ever seen me buy coffee for Cheol? No. You haven't," Jeonghan replied, "I liked you so much and I was going to give you the song at the start of 5th year, then you told me you were dating Shua."

"I know. I'm sorry. Miscommunication lost us 2 years," you sighed, "Speaking of, Shua needs help with the KLME and he asked for help. Have you spoken to him recently?"

"Mhm, unlike him, I had the courtesy to ask if it was okay if I took you on a date," Jeonghan nodded, "Except you were mine first."

"No I wasn't," you rolled your eyes.

"Yes you were," he argued.

"I'm still not yours," you pointed out.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Nuh-uh, I told you. You have to say it."

"No!" Jeonghan groaned, "Stop torturing me!"

"Say it. No, sing it."

"Fine. I hate you," he huffed, but kissed your forehead before he started singing, "I wanna be your morning baby. From now on, be alright. Spend it together, morning baby; I want you to be my night. Everything you think of will become all of me. Look at me and be my lady. You're my twenties."

You grinned at his divine vocals and nodded furiously, reaching up and connecting your lips to his for the first time.

MID CREDIT SCENE

3RD YEAR

"Absolutely not," Jeonghan fumed as he saw your figure that tried to recoil away as you saw him approaching, "Absolutely freaking not."

"Han! I need to study! Leave me alone," you whined, closing your laptop as you knew you weren't getting out of this. You got a good hour of work done anyway.

"It's your birthday," he emphasised and tugged on your arm, "C'mon, let's go to the café. I got you a cake," he held up the small box he carried by the ribbon.

You rolled your eyes and bit back a smile. It was your 21st birthday and you had planned to celebrate with your friends for dinner at your flat, but you thought you could try to sneak in a few hours of work before the party. Jeonghan had realised this when you said you'd just meet him later at the party instead of get lunch with him.

"I can't believe you went all the way across campus," you muttered, hooking your arm along with his, "We're celebrating later anyway."

"But I want to celebrate with you alone too," he pouted, "Because you're my best friend."

"Seungcheol is your best friend."

"No, you're my best friend too," he kissed your cheek as you exited the elevator. The poor woman coming in must have wondered why you were the colour of a tomato.

Sitting down at the café and served with free drinks from Chan, who had got a job there, Jeonghan revealed the cake. It was just a small lunchbox cake but in your favourite shade of pink, rose quartz. There were small little white flowers and clouds dotted around, along with thick, chunky icing reading "hbd bestie. ily<3". There was a small angel drawing at the top, resembling what you always called him, and a cat to represent your cat plasters.

"Do you like it?" Jeonghan grinned.

"It's cute. I love it," you returned the smile and pinched his cheeks, "Thank you, Han. You're an angel."

POST CREDITS SCENE

5TH YEAR

"Jeonghan? Are you crying? I thought you were going to the library with Y/N?"

Jeonghan cried all the way home. Like a baby.

"I hate him, Cheol. He betrayed me."

"Who did?"

"Shua and Y/N are dating," Jeonghan spat out and collapsed face down into the couch, still crying.

Seungcheol's eyes widened and he raced to the boy, patting his back, "Shua knows you like Y/N. Why would he do that? I'm sorry Han. Maybe if you tell her how you feel-"

"No. Why would she agree to date Joshua if she liked me? I'm never talking to her again."

"Jeonghan, don't be rash. She's your best friend."

"She betrayed me," he cried out, at the verge of wailing at this point.

"She doesn't know how you feel, Han," Cheol tried to comfort the sobbing boy softly.

"But it's so obvious. She's the only one I buy Pepero for," Jeonghan sniffled, "What if I beat up Shua?"

"No, Jeonghan. You can't do that."

"I'm going to jump Joshua Hong."

YOON JEONGHAN WILL BE BACK (maybe)

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this is probably gonna be really really weird (also sorry if you dont answer questions like these) but if you havent talked about this already- what are your thoughts on sunny's and mari's parents? like, as in how they treated their children. i only saw a little bit in the tags of another post so i was wondering if you had a more in-depth explanation because it sounded interesting!

It's not weird! I answer pretty much any type of question, so feel free to send whatever you want. I have loooooots of thoughts about Sunny and Mari's parents, but I'm only going to talk about Mari's relationship with them here, because this got really long. Maybe I'll talk about Sunny and his parents if there's an interest

TW: Bad Parenting. I don't really know if it's abusive per say, but Mari is golden child, and so there's a lot that goes with that. I'm giving the bad parenting warning and putting it under read more. If there's some tag I should be adding, just send me an anon!

So I have lots of feelings about the different match ups here so I'm going to go based on each parent first, and then the things Mari never said

Mari's Mother always wanted a daughter. She had a strained relationship with her own mother, so she spent a lot of her childhood dreaming about what she would do differently when she had a daughter of her own.

She and Mari do a lot of little activities together. They do flower arrangements, sew and embroider, and sometimes scrapbooking too. Mari's mother was always happy because she was getting to live out all of the dreams that she had, and Mari is everything she ever thought her daughter would be.

Mari on the other hand sometimes feels stifled or pushed into a box by her mother. She adores her and she wants her mother to be happy, but it sometimes feels like her mother won't be happy with her unless she can make Mari exactly as she wants. Her mother never liked her playing softball, or playing pranks, or doing anything outside of what a 'good daughter' would do, but those were all parts of Mari.

The memories that always stood out to Mari was going shopping for new clothes at the start of every year. Her mother would take just her and it would be a girl's day for the two of them. They would go get new clothes, and then have dinner together at the nice restaurant in the mall. Her mother loved these days and treasured the memory after Mari was gone.

Mari hated them.

Mari didn't like going clothes shopping with her mother, because it was her mother shopping for her. Even when she got to be in her teens it was always still the same. Her mother would drag her around the mall and push her into store after store. She would pick out dress after dress, sensible skirts and dainty blouses, all with a childlike glee that Mari could never bring herself to ruin. Her mother treated her like a doll, and Mari just felt like she had to take it, because if she didn't, then there would be a space between her and her mother. She wouldn't know what to do with that space.

Mari's Father sees her as his star. He is incredibly proud of her, and he's always telling people how bright her future is. He went to every softball game, and after she couldn't play anymore, he helped her to find other interests. He never feels like he has to worry about her, because she's going to come out on top no matter what.

Their father wants Mari to succeed to her highest potential, so he pays for every extracurricular he can that she has the time for. He was the one to suggest she start taking college prep courses. He doesn't realize how damaging his perfect image of her is for Mari, because he loves her and he thinks that she thinks that love is unconditional.

He never even considered that his love might not be, but for Mari, it isn't. She's so convinced that she can't fail, and if she does, her father won't see her the same way anymore. He won't be proud of her, or tell his friends about how amazing she is. Her father just thought he was always building her up, but in reality it was more like a teetering pillar that he put her on top of that was always dangerously close to collapse.

After she's gone, the idolization of Mari only gets worse with her parents. They both know the truth, even though neither of them is willing to say a thing about it (for their own separate reasons) but in their eyes Mari can do no wrong. They both had wonderful perfect relationships with her that were stolen away. They never get the chance to see where they might have gotten some things wrong

#omori #omori headcanons #omori mari #omori sunny mother #omori sunnys father #tw: bad parenting #anon #I like to think that Mari and Sunny's parents were flawed but obviously loving #Like they clearly cared so much about their children #They just also didn't see their children as unique people outside of themselves and their ambitions for who their children would be #But when you're that kid who is constantly given praise like that #For being 'perfect'#Man it does stuff to your head

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amindofstone · 3 years

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Match up No. 13

glasses-and-bandana-s hat gefragt:

Hi, I was wondering if I could ask you for a match up if you don't mind? 👉👈

My name is Nille, I'm 20, bi and I use she/they pronouns. I'm a college student in 3D animation 😊 I'm a pretty passionate person and hiding my emotions is not smth I'm good at or like doing for that matter. Aside from that, I try to be more laid back and relaxed. Being the mom friend, putting myself aside and stressing over everything for 6 years was enough for me 😅😂 I'm naturally curious and I try my best to be kind and helpful.

I like learning languages, all art forms (making and history), traveling and baking. I am a MASSIVE movie nerd, especially when it comes to animation.

I don't like my dad, feeling lonely, being underestimated and the snob mentality we have towards animation in the West (I can and will fight ppl over it).

As for a short physical description: I'm 1m69, have an hourglass figure and I'm as pale as a sheet of paper. My hair is a dark brown pixie cut and my eyes are green/grey. Oh and dem freckles lol.

Thank you a lot for your time and energy. Please take your time (not just with this request, but with all of them), your health goes first 💕 Take care and thank you once more 💕

~quartermera

a/n:

Hey! How are you doing? I hope your doing good. First of all I apologize for making you wait for so so sooooooo long. It´s just that I had a lot to do for college and was really worn out after I was done with the biggest exams I had. I am really sorry. Like I really felt bad when I started to work on your request and that of the others. Thinking about the fact that I still have a lot do finish makes me actually want to cry… AnYwAySSSS. That’s not the point. Thank you so so much for requesting. You seem to be a great, creative, super nice and fun person. Therefore I really hope you will like with what I came up with. But if not let me apologize in advance. Tell me when your disappointed or if there is something you do9n´t like. I will work on it.

Other than that my dear requester, happy reading!

Match up rules can be found HERE.

Warning(s): Maybe grammatical or spelling mistakes since English is my third language and I´m still improving in every aspect (Please have mercy on that.)

!!! Please do not steal my idea or work. Credit me if this is shared or published in any other platform or any other way. Please respect me as the writer and my work. Picture is not mine. Credits to: please tell me when you know who made this beautiful masterpiece so I can give credits and tag them. Found it in google pictures(?). Thank you in advance. !!!

- I´m gonna be honest with you. I was struggling. Like struggling real hard. Like was sitting in front of my laptop with a picture of Shanks and Ace in front of me while trying to figure out who to choose. But then Luffy popped up at some point but then vanished only to be replaced by Sabo. He at some time vanished too and I was back at wondering if I should take Shanks or Ace. But then I thought about Vivi and I was getting nervous. BUT. A FTER A MENTAL BREAKDOWN. I MANAGED TO CHOOSE! And here we are my dear. I will be pairing you up with Bartolomeo.

- ….

- No! Jokes aside now. I´m pairing you up with Ace. XD

- You were part of the Whitebeard pirates since a year now. You enjoyed every single day o sea while living your best life.

- You got along with every crew member, no matter if there were male or female. You were one of the youngest members and one of the most loved one. Not gonna lie you sometimes were even called Pops little princess. The way he always called you to sit next to him during meals was always adorable. But everyone understood why. You were a chill and cheerful young lady. You were easy going and sweet. You always tried your best to help wherever you could. There were a lot of days in which you did the least liked tasks what always got Pops to get mad at the boys for making you do it. But you never cared. You enjoyed and liked being helpful.

- You took care of every crew member. Mostly when some of them came back from a missions /fights. You loved all of them and always genuinely showed it what made everyone appreciate and respect you for being with them.

- And whenever you did not help out any crewmate you would be hanging out with Ace.

- Ace. That reckless and sometimes clumsy man was the best part of being out on the sea as a pirate.

- They say that a princess would never leave her comfort zone voluntarily. For nothing and no one. But if it´s a person that is able to make them forget who they are and treat them like a normal human being, they would drop anything and anyone to be with them.

- And exactly this was the case. You were part of the royal elite on a island that was located at the first half of the grand line. You were an intelligent and open minded young royal, that was liked by the civilians but hated and despised by the royalty for being hard working to achieve your dreams and fulfill all of your wishes. They didn´t like the fact that you did not make others work for you while you did nothing but enjoy life as a royalty. (Not gonna lie I was inspired by a character of another anime I recently started. XD). They wanted you to follow the words of the elders and simply focus on your appearance so the prince can fall in love with you.

- You hated your life there. You hated your family. You hated the norms and values they lived there. The only thing you wanted was to get out and live your life as a normal human being when Ace appeared out of nowhere and dragged you around the island in hope to find a good restaurant that served good meat.

- This might sound ridicoulus but that was your first encounter. Your first encounter with a man that did not bow in front of you, placed a kiss on your knuckles, made you tons of compliments and had a stupid conversation about the weather.

- He came up to you and asked if the old grumpy looking man was botheting you and if you wanted him to punch him. He was ready to fight the stranger for a stranger. But when you told him that the grumpy man was your father he shrugged his shoulders and just repeated his question. His beahviour made you laugh and you told him that as much as you wanted him to be punched in the face he still was your father. So you asked for his name and lead him around the park you currently were at. But the poor man got bored and made you lead him to the market so he could eat.

- Whenever you would think about your first encounter with him you would be smiling and thanking the gods for sending you such a good hearted and nice man. A man that slowly and with more days and weeks passing turned into your boyfriend who turned you, a well mannered and raised royal into a navigator of one of the strongest pirate crews.

- Ace never held you back from doing what you liked or wanted to try. In fact he always encouraged you to keep doing that and always made sure no one was bothering you.

- There was one think you really appreciated. And that was his habit of always being around you. No matter what the circumstances were. There was a party? He always made sure to keep an eye on you. The whitebeared pirates were docking on one of their islands? Ace would be holding your hand and show you around. He would go out to eat. He would always drop by at your cabin to ask if you wanted to join him.

- Ace knew that you didn´t like being alone since you were always left alone by your family so he alwys tried his best to accompany you.

- As much as you loved and appreciated him, there was one thing that always and forever will be overwhelimg to you. and that’s the fact that the most energetic and reckless man was able to fall asleep in a blink of an eye. Like you could be talking to him and look away for a second just to find him snoring on the ground when you searched for his eyes. Like WtF! How is he able to sleep on the ground so peacefully?!

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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acquainted | eight

> series masterlist | series playlist <

summary: the biggest goal of a grad student is to get through school in one piece - no petty drama involved, no sweating over the little things. however, that plan almost always never follows through. sometimes, you can’t help but fall into the most unthinkable, unexpected traps and learn the hard way. like, exhibit a: being unable to resist your engaged, substitute teacher, kim seokjin.

pairing: jungkook x reader x engaged!teacher!seokjin

genre: grad school au, student life au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.6k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, jealousy and slight possessiveness, making out

tags: @laurynne5 @yiyi4657 @miinoongi @teamtardis-notdead @bluesharksandfish @photographic-girl @yonkoghan @moonchild1 @thebeebi (pls msg me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

"Should we go to that charity event the school is holding on Friday? It sounds kind of fun." Ryujin sipped on her drink, while you went through your closet, showing her different outfits over the facetime call.

"What's it for again?"

"I don't remember, but the Golden State Warriors dj is going to be dj'ing. He's pretty good."

"Yeah he is. I mean, I'm down, especially if it's for a good cause."

"Okay, I'll grab us tickets when I head to campus."

"You're not even gonna ask Jimin or Tae?" You chuckle.

"Why would I? They do everything we do, they don't know anything outside of us." You shake your head.

"Cut them a little slack."

"Boohoo, they'll say yes regardless. Bring Jungkook!"

"I mean, I'll ask, but I'm not gonna force him."

"Oh quit, I'm sure he'd be happy to spend time with you." She looked at you through the camera. "K, let me see that outfit."

"He said casual." You showed her your outfit in the full length mirror.

"Absolutely, yes! You're fucking hot." She squeals, automatically solidifying your outfit for tonight. It, thankfully, wasn't too cold in the Bay today, so you throw on a grey distressed denim mini skirt, a low-cut light grey longsleeve, a belt and some heeled combat boots. You ruffled and fixed your hair a bit until you were satisfied with your look, picking up the phone once more to turn your attention back to Ryujin.

"Thank you."

"No problem, babe. I hope you have fun! Did he say where you two were going?"

"Nope, it's apparently a surprise."

"Ugh, I love him already." She gushes, causing you to shake your head. You dabbed a bit of lip gloss and pressed your lips together to spread it out before spraying a perfume cloud for you to walk through. Sooner or later, knocks came at the door.

"Okay, I think that's him. I'll talk to you later?"

"Call me as soon as you get home. I want to know how big his dick actually is."

"You're sick. You sound exactly like Tae, you know that?"

"We're not talking about him."

"Love you, bye!" You abruptly hang up on her, unsure of why the hell you deal with her and Taehyung's crude comments. You grab your bag and open the door to see Jungkook standing there with a small bouquet of flowers. He peeks his head over the bouquet with the cutest smile you have ever seen.

"Hi." He slightly scrunches his nose and pulls you into a hug. Goddamn, does he smell good. "These are for you." He hands you the bouquet.

"Jungkook, they're beautiful. Thank you." You take it into your kitchen and place it into a vase really quickly before stepping out. You eye him from head to toe, and boy is looking like a whole ass meal in the denim outfit he has on. Like, who in the world could pull off this outfit like that?

"You look amazing." You blush. "If you ever get cold, just let me know, alright? I can spare my jacket."

"You're so sweet."

"Just want to make sure you're comfortable." He shrugs. "You ready?"

"Depends on what you have up your sleeve."

"Nothing extreme, if that's what you're thinking." He laughed. "I hope you enjoy it, though."

"Thanks for planning all of this, by the way."

"No biggie. I'm just glad to finally spend some time with you." He does a little run to open the passenger car door for you before hopping into the driver's seat. Immediately, he gets the car started and turns up the heat to make sure you're comfortable. The radio is softly playing Zayn's sHe, with Jungkook softly singing along.

"Wait a minute," You chuckle. "Do you sing?" He smirked.

"Maybe."

"Hey, that's not fair. Sing louder."

"No, now I'm shy." He chuckled.

"Why? It's just me."

"Yeah and I just wanna impress you and not make a fool out of myself."

"You won't! Please." You pouted, making him shake his head.

"Ugh, Y/N. That's going to easily become a weakness for me if you keep pulling that pout." You keep pouting. Eventually, he gets over himself and starts to sing a little louder than earlier, causing your heart to flutter at how angelic he sounds. He ends up laughing towards the end and shrugging it off, his cheeks tinted with a rosy tint as you shower him in compliments. Swoon. You were so into the moment that you didn't even realize Jungkook was taking you across the bridge to San Francisco. You and your friends don't come to the city much, strictly because there's too many goddamn hills, parking is expensive as fuck, there's too many one way streets and people just get crazy as hell [like crossing the street when it's not time to walk?!]. It was a little calmer back home and that's all you guys needed. You watch as he parks the car effortlessly on a steep hill before coming over to your side to open the door for you.

"Whew, that's gonna be a workout later." You look back at the steep hill that you're gonna have to climb after eating dinner, you assume.

"Don't worry, I got you." He laughs. There's actually a lot of people out for a Tuesday evening that you end up hanging onto his arm to get navigate the random sea of people. He walks into Brenda's French Soul Food - nothing too fancy, but nothing too casual. The waitress brings you both towards the back end of the restaurant and out into the patio, where there are christmas lights hung around the fence and outdoor heaters posted. He pulls out your chair before sitting himself down, the waitress putting down your menus and cups of water.

"Ohhhhh, my god." You say with heart eyes looking at the menu. You had heard about this place from so many people, and you were impressed that Jungkook was able to score reservations being that it's always so busy due to its popularity. "I'm so excited! I've been wanting to try this place."

"Goodjob, Jungkook." He says, patting himself on the back. "If you're happy, that's all I could ask for." The waitress comes back to offer recommendations, which you both include in your orders in one way or another. Although packed, the restaurant was able to pump out orders quickly and efficiently so you and Jungkook weren't sitting around for too long without food.

"So, how's Jin in class?" You almost choke on your food even though this is something you should have expected. You really wanted to avoid speaking about him tonight, but you knew it was inevitable being that you were out with his brother.

"Um, he's alright."

"Just alright?" He rose his eyebrow and chuckled.

"No, sorry. I mean, he's a really good teacher. Definitely better than our last professor. Everyone in class loves him."

"That's cool. Yeah, he's really smart and wise. I've always looked up to him."

"How long has it been?" You weren't sure how to ask the question, but Jungkook understood what you were asking.

"I was a sophomore in high school when my mom met his dad." You're silent for a moment, allowing him to continue on if needed. "I had a really hard time at first, you know? The whole stepfather thing. My anger was moreso directed towards my mom and my stepdad for awhile. But Jin helped me out a lot. He helped me come to terms with my feelings about everything and he stuck by my side, always had my back whenever I got into arguments or bickered with one of our parents." You nodded, suddenly feeling guilty even though you and Jungkook weren't a couple.

"So, you two are really close." He nodded.

"Yeah, we are. I really don't know what I'd do without him. He's taught me a lot and helped me grow. Plus, Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi have been around too. They treat me like their own little brother.”

"That's sweet. It's nice to have that kind of relationship with your sibling and their friends." You chuckle.

"It is." He nods. "Do you have any siblings?"

"Ryujin, Taehyung and Jimin." He laughs.

"From the club, right? I met your friends, they're fun people."

"They're too much, honestly. I'm the only child, but we've all been stuck to the hip since freshman year in college."

"That's cool that you guys have been together since then." You give him a toothless smile. "I think it's pretty awesome that you guys are tackling grad school together too."

"Initially, we all had different plans, but Jimin had some big goals for himself including grad school, and it played a huge role in my decision to do grad school, too. Then Ryujin followed, then Taehyung."

"Cute."

"Speaking of friends, there's this charity event at school on Friday." You look up at him, a small smirk growing on his face.

"Uh huh?"

"And I was wondering if you wanted to come along with us. They really want you there."

"That's sweet. But, what matters the most is that you want me there."

"I wouldn't be inviting you if I didn't, right?" You bit your bottom lip.

"Touché. Of course I'll go with you, beautiful." He does a small nod before sipping his water. "Should we show up in matching outfits?" He joked, causing you to snort.

"Honestly, that seems pretty entertaining. Cute, and entertaining."

"I'm down if you are." You stuck your tongue out playfully.

"I'm game too."

"Let me know what you're wearing then."

"I will, whenever I figure that out."

"Take your time. Just know you'll look good in anything." You blushed. You both continue to talk over the remaining bits of your food before Jungkook calls for the check. You watch as he scribbles his signature onto the receipt before standing and sticking his wallet into the back pocket of his jeans. While exiting the small and crowded restaurant, you hold onto his hand, feeling him grip it tighter as you both successfully make it out. The night isn't too cold, and you sure as hell knew it wouldn't be after you conquered the hill that Jungkook parked on.

"Fuck." You say as you stand on the street, eyeing the steep hill in front of you.

"Come on." He says, slightly bending down for you to hop onto his back.

"Ouu, I don't know if that's a good idea--"

"Y/N, I promise it's okay. Come on." He laughed. Hey, if he was willing to do this, then why not? You hop onto his back, his arms wrapping your legs tightly around his waist, while you clung onto his neck. "See, not so bad, right?" He says, sprinting up the hill, making you laugh and hold onto him tighter.

"Shit, I am so sorry. That was probably a workout. Right after we ate, too."

"Nah. It wasn't anything." He scrunched his nose. On the way back over the bridge, Jungkook is heading towards Lake Merritt. You both are singing along to songs and joking around about topics that pop up here and there. When he parks his car, you notice a whole crowd of people gathered by the lake, which was a little unusual for this time of night. He grabs your hand and gently caresses the top with his thumb as he walks you over towards the crowd. To your surprise, you realize people are gathered here for a water lantern festival. Your eyes light up, making Jungkook smile at how excited you look.

"Jungkook, what the hell! How did you know about this and I didn't?" He shrugs.

"I have my ways." He says, his voice low and deep. You playfully shove him before you make your way over to grab lanterns to decorate. You and Jungkook sit off in a more quiet, calmer part of the lake, silently decorating your lanterns and writing your wishes along with it. What exactly did you want to wish for?

Happy friends, happy family. Happy you.

Whatever happiness meant to you.

To have Chance look over you.

Jungkook is done pretty quickly, but he waits for you to finish, not questioning what you've written since he figures it's a private matter. He shows you his lantern and his cute little stick figure drawing of his family and friends. You giggle, watching him gently lay his lantern in the water, giving you leverage to do the same with yours. You stand closely to him, his body providing you some warmth as you watch your lanterns float off into the lake and illuminate the night along with the others.

"Ready? We have one more thing to catch." He snakes his arm around your waist and gives your side a gentle squeeze. You simply nod, following him back to his car. He takes you about 30 minutes away, exiting and pulling right into a lot two street lights down from the exit. He pulls up to the ticket booth, buying 2 tickets for Tenet at the drive-in movie. You squeal and clap in your seat excitedly, also not knowing this was still around.

"Did you really do your research to plan this date?"

"Yes and no? I've been here before, and I thought it would be fun to take you. The restaurant and the lantern festival though, yes." He parks his car as instructed, turning the radio to the correct channel in order to hear the audio. "Wanna hop in the back so we have more room?" You nod, getting out of your seat just to hop into the back. He leans over into his trunk, grabbing water bottles and assorted gummy candies for you to snack on in case you wanted some. "I hope you're having fun so far."

"I am." You respond softly.

"Okay, beautiful. If you say so." He chuckles. He moves the driver and passenger seats forward so that you both have room to spread your legs a bit. At first, Jungkook made sure to give you enough space so he wouldn't make you uncomfortable, but over time, you felt yourself sinking closer and closer to his body until he had his arm draped around your shoulder, while part of your body rested on his. His hand gently caressed your arm, occasionally sending goosebumps through your body at how soft his touch his. You glanced over, admiring at how focused he was on the movie. He must have felt you looking at him because he quickly looks over and blushes as he nibbles on a gummy worm. "What?"

"Nothing, it's just cute how focused you are."

"Damn, are you not into it?"

"I am, but it's kind of hard to follow sometimes."

"Yeah, it's definitely one of those movies." This time, his gaze on you is a little longer than before. You don't know what takes over you, but you plant a kiss on him, making him smile into the kiss. He doesn't say anything, but proceeds to rest his free hand on your neck, pulling you close and into another deep kiss. Your hand grips onto the side of his shirt, your tongues slowly fighting for dominance. The sounds of wet kisses fills the car and tunes out the movie audio. You can feel the moment intensifying, both you and Jungkook letting out breathy moans in between kisses. Suddenly, the thought of Seokjin quickly flashes in your mind, the past nights you've spent with him and the nasty shit you both have done to each other.

You lightly gasp as you pull away, but it wasn't obvious to Jungkook that something had disturbed your peace.

"Sorry, I—" He tries to save face just in case he was in the wrong about something.

"No, I just— I wasn't expecting it to get that intense." You lied. You knew damn well.

"It's okay." He chuckled. "I would never rush you into anything, Y/N. Okay? We can take this slow." He gives you a genuine, warm, reassuring smile that causes you to swoon. Why the fuck was he so good? Just why? How was this even fair right now?

All you do is simply smile and lean back onto him. He's back to caressing your arm and shoulder, giving you small pecks on the top of your head every now and then to reassure you. Part of you wondered if this is what Seokjin had taught him over the years - how to properly love a woman and be a gentleman. But then, that quickly fades when you remember the situation you're in with him.

Well no, you're not in anything with him. You needed to stop doing this to yourself.

When the movie ends, you both climb back into the front seats to make your way back home. You feel the exhaustion hit you, all the fun and adrenaline you felt today slowly come crashing down. Jungkook parks in the passenger loading zone, throwing on his hazard lights before walking you up to your apartment.

"Jungkook, thank you for tonight. I really enjoyed it and had a ton of fun with you."

"I'm glad." He cups your face and gently places a kiss on your forehead. You weren't satisfied with it though, so you tippy toe as you hold onto his hand and kiss him on the lips. He leans into the kiss, deepening it for a quick second before pulling away. "Let me know the details about Friday, okay?"

"Okay."

"I'll call you tomorrow. Sleep tight, beautiful." He smiles and licks his lips as he watches you walk in, feeling utterly content with how the day went. You feel the same way, smiling to yourself as you throw your bag onto the floor and prance into the bathroom to get ready for bed. You felt the butterflies in your stomach every time you thought about Jungkook and his smile, or his soft lips against yours.

Butterflies that kept your mind off of—

[jin] 10:04pm: Are you still with Jungkook?

You roll your eyes at the text. You hadn't pulled out your phone all night, so you're also seeing the numerous messages from your friends in the group chat, too.

[jimin] 7:45pm: have fun tonight, Y/N!

[taehyung] 7:50pm: ^ ditto. use protection, young lady

[taehyung] 7:50pm: think about mr. kim's feelings

[ryujin] 7:56pm: taehyung kim, shut the hell up. do you have anything better to do?

[jimin] 8:01pm: i really hope she doesn't pull out her phone during the date -__-

[taehyung] 8:05pm: lmfao you guys, chill out

[taehyung] 8:06pm: i'm sorry y/n, im just kidding. have fun tonight and be safe, love you

[ryujin] 8:10pm: CALL ME WHEN YOU GET HOME Y/N! i wanna know deets, remember! and ask him if he wants to join us on friday!

Unbelievable. Your friends were unbelievable, and that was an understatement. You don't respond to the group because you figured you'd call Ryujin in a bit and update the boys over the week. But to Jin's text - fuck.

You were literally just tucking him away in the far, far, far dark, deep depths of your mind.

[y/n] 11:38pm: I was, but now I'm home.

[jin] 11:39pm: Yeah, he just texted me back. Sorry.

[y/n] 11:40pm: It's okay.

[jin] 11:43pm: Okay. Have a good night.

He hates this. Why the hell would you do this to him? Grace is upstairs sleeping while Jin is trying to clean the kitchen up like he promised. Suddenly, his phone goes off, signaling a call coming in.

Jungkook.

"Hello?"

"Oh shit, yes! You're awake!" Jin chuckles a bit.

"How was the date?" Not only was he asking out of curiosity, but wanted to know how you were doing during the night. Completely none of his business but he couldn't help himself.

"God, she's fucking amazing. A-and-and beautiful." He yells into the phone excitedly. "She's so exciting. I can't wait to take her out again. I just wanna keep spending time with her." Jin is pretty unamused on the other line. Thank God he isn't on Facetime so he didn't have to fake this facial expressions hearing about Jungkook's feelings for you. "S-she- I mean, we kissed."

"Oh?" Jin asks, tongue pressed against his cheek. What the fuck.

"Yeah, we were making out during the movie. It got pretty intense, but it didn't get any further than that. I didn't wanna rush her into anything."

"You think it could have escalated?"

"Yeah honestly, but I wanna do right by her, you know?" Jin can tell how serious Jungkook was starting to become about pursuing you, and he had never felt more competitive until this day. He just wanted you to himself, and he wanted to be the one to kiss you and make you feel things you've only dreamed about.

Not his brother.

He, too, wanted you just as bad. If anything, more.

"It sounds like it was a pretty successful first date." Jungkook is beaming through the phone, he didn't have to see his face to know that.

"It was. It was such a good night." Jungkook chuckles. "By the way, I'm going to that charity event on campus on Friday. Are you and Grace going?"

"Probably not."

"Well, if you both are free, you should swing by. It'll be nice to see Grace."

"Yeah, I'll ask and see what's up." Jin sighs. "I should probably get to bed, I'm pretty tired. I'm happy to hear the date went well, kid."

"Thanks, dude. I'll talk to you later, get some rest."

"You too." Jin hangs up the call, silently hitting his fist against the kitchen counter as he lets out a deep sigh. More than ever, he wanted to keep you wrapped around his finger. He wanted to keep you there, no matter how selfish that sounded. There was no way he was going to let you unravel.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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JACKSON ‘JAX’ TELLER x READER ⨟ PROMPT

Anon #1 asked: Helloo! Could I request a jax teller x reader! A Jealousy one💕 Thank you

Anon #2 asked: 87+104 w/ jax teller please?

Prompts:

87. “Put on my kutte”.

104. “Don’t ask me to stop, I’m just gonna go harder”.

WARNINGS: NSFW, SMUT

Word Count: 2.5k

Author comments: This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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“Having fun with Rafi?”

His voice doesn't surprise you, giving him your back while you look for the tequila Marcus has asked for. You know exactly what's happening and you're trying to not laugh in his face, or this shit is going to be serious. But it's the same situation when Sons of Anarchy and Mayans have a party together. Rafi, president's right hand, is pretty kind with you and an interesting man, so yes. You have a lot of fun talking about something else than motorbikes, drugs, guns and bitches. Before you can turn around to leave the warehouse, a hand surrounds your throat, feeling Jax's chest accommodating against your back.

“I. Asked. You. A. Question”. He says into your ear, sounding a little angry and upset.

You know exactly how it works, how he works. But you're not in this shit anymore. It's been six months since you fucked for the first time. Sex is good. So fucking good. But you're catching feelings and you don't know if he cares about you in the same way. His jealousy confuses you, because no man can touch you but you gotta put up with whores flirting with him.

“Yes”. You just say, keeping some seconds of silence. “I'm having fun with my friend. Are you having fun with those bitches, uh? All th—”.

“We are not talking about me, darling”. His free arm wraps your abdomen, pushing you a little more closer, while his fingers squeeze your neck.

“We should”.

You know that these words have confused him when he puts away his hands to let you turn around. You're frowning your eyebrows, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I'm not… gonna blame you for anything. But if I don't have the right to tell you who can or who can't touch you, you're not gonna do it, Jackson”. You say with a firm tone of voice.

The man turns his legs to stretch a hand and close the door, locking it to not be bothered by anybody. You can see how his face turns from confusion to incredulity, from zero to one hundred, in just one second.

“I don't want anyone else, (Y/N)”.

“Then, prove it. But don't demand me a respect that you don't show me. You wanna be fuck friends? Cool. I don't have any… compromise or a relationship with you, I get it. But then, I can do whatever the fuck I wanna do”.

“That's it? It's a question of status?”

“It's a question of that I love you, Jax. I truly do. For who you are to me, not for who you are to them. I don't give a shit about your club and your matching outfits of badass bikers. I'm more into what you make me feel when we're alone, without having a knife hanging on your belt”.

“So, you're basically asking me to be my Old Lady”.

“No, Jax! Why the fuck you end up bringing everything to the club business? You're not the fucking president of the United States, and I'm not that… bitch. I wa—”.

“The club is my life. And if you don't understand it, it's because you don't know me, (Y/N)”.

You nod. You don't want to think about these words, because it's enough pain what you are feeling without thinking about it.

“Then, I don't know you. And I don't want to”. You sentence, before leaving the warehouse. And the party.

You would be lying if you say that you slept last night. Even if you didn't want it, his last words were chasing you the whole time, walking through your house and touring every room trying to get tired to sleep. But there you are, sitting at the table in the kitchen, holding a mug of coffee and having a sip. Your gaze is in the middle of nowhere, not knowing if you are disappointed or dealing with a broken heart.

The door ring pushes you back to the real world, dragging backwards the chair to get up from it. Covering your mouth with a hand, because of a loud yawn, you open the main door to find Jax there. He looks like shit too, with the same black bags under his eyes, the same clothes and messy tufts of blonde hair falling on his forehead. Supporting a shoulder against the frame, you cross your hands on your abdomen.

“Can I come in?”

“No”.

He nods biting the inside of his lower lip.

“I'm sorry about last night”.

“Yeah, me too”.

“Are you…?”

“Yeah. I'm sorry for telling you about my feelings. The last thing I was expecting was you shitting on them”.

“Listen…” He says rubbing his face with both hands, pulling back his hair. “I'm sorry for talking to you as I did. I really want you to be my girlfriend, or whatever you want”.

“Why now do you want it? What you didn't want it like… seven hours ago? What changed? That I sent you to hell? Is that? I didn't know you were the kind of child who wants his toy back, when someone else is playing with it”.

“Could you please stop being this rude?”

“This rude? Oh, do you mean the same ‘rude’ you were last night, Jackson?” Rolling your eyes, you chuckle.

“I'm telling you that I love you, (Y/N)”.

“Good, thank you. Anything else?”.

“Shit… If you were one of my brothers…”

“What? You would punch me?” Standing up from the door, you raise both eyebrows. “Try me, blonde bitch”.

Adopting the look on your face, he can't believe what he's hearing. But he likes it. He likes the fact that you're talking to him without giving a shit about his club, his job, or whatever other thing. Touring his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, he gives a quick step to grab your throat with ringed fingers, pushing you into your house to close the door. You're not scared, you're not even thinking about defending yourself because you already know what it's going to happen.

The blonde man crashes your lips with his, tangling your fingers on the Reaper Crew shirt under the kutte, while you walk backwards to the sofa. He urges you to sit on his lap with his legs among yours, pawing your body desperately while your hips swing over the growing lump under his jeans. The rage because of your behaviors and the feeling of alleviate get mixed inside your mouth, and your tongues giving a pulse to each other. Taking you off the shirt over your hair, his teeth attack one of your nipples to suck and bite it, while the other receives the attention it needs pinching it with his fingers. Yours getting tangled on his hair, gasping with closed eyes, looking for some friction for your core.

“Fuck, Jax…”

“Don't ask me to stop, darling, I'm just gonna go harder”. He growls onto your skin undoing his belt and the zip of his jeans.

Without asking for it, nor expecting, Jax thrusts two ringed fingers inside you using all his strength, until his hand finds your limits. A pleasure scream comes out from your mouth, with his pace speeding up.

“You're the only bitch I'm gonna fuck”.

“Call me bitch again and…”

You can't stop the threat, when he pounds you harder.

“You what, honey? I didn't hear you”.

You try to speak two times more, having the same result. Jackson is teasing you and chuckling because of your reactions, until you slap his chest.

“Fuck me, baby”. You get to say, looking for his blue eyes.

“Get up, take off those panties and put on my kutte”.

Following the instructions in silence, the Son takes the advantage to roll down his jeans and his boxers to his ankles, throwing away his own shirt. His right hand goes to his hard dick, the one you love to ride and suck, watching you so focused on the way you have to wear the leather kutte of his club. And he can swear that he hasn't seen anything more perfect than it. Jerking himself off, Jax looks at you kneeling over the sofa to sit on him.

“I would let you be my president”. He jokes rubbing the head of his cock against your clit, provoking you a soft moan. “I love how your pussy feels, darling… Warm as fuck, suffocating me, suffocating my cock. I wanna fuck it every night. I wanna fuck you every night”.

“And every morning”.

“All the time”.

Moving your waist from back to forward, you focus your attention on his parted lips begging for something else.

“Ride me, darling”. He asks, getting a little more comfortable on the sofa.

You bounce onto his cock without waiting for any single word, separating your legs over the cushion to go deeper. Jax is big, so big, and when you're more than one day without being fucked by him, you need to take some seconds to adapt your tightness to how hard he is.

“This pussy drives me insane… You're so fucking wet I could drown myself in it”. He mumbles putting a hand on your pelvis to bring his thumb to your clit, stroking it to make you feel better. “I could eat you out the whole time. You're fucking delicious”.

“I'm gonna fuck you like no one else can, my prince”. You mutter resting your forehead on his, before starting to move.

And you don't work him slow like sometimes, you go rough, fast and anxious hitting your g-spot every time you let your body fall down. Every pound brings you to heaven, drinking his pleasured grunts when your wetness wraps his sensible skin so fast that he doesn't have time to finish a moan and start another one. Your hips dance furious above him, trying to show to the Son one of the things you can offer him, although he already knows it well.

His free hand slaps your ass hardly, making your back get arched because of the stinging, screaming out his name every time he does it; as if he was punishing you. But you like it. You like that he doesn't control himself, wanting to please you every single second, while you ride wildly his cock. Your cock. He has you bewitched, rapturous, out of the world with his thumb jerking off your clit with the same speed that you're fucking him. No mercy, non-stop, careless. Just you two giving in to your most primal instincts.

Leaning over him you catch his mouth with your teeth, biting his lips before kissing them, with all his fingers getting nailed on your buttocks. Squeezing and pinching them, leaving some beautiful marks that are going to hurt like hell.

“Shit, darling… Look at your fucking precious pussy, engorging my big dick once and again… to the limit.. Does it feel good? Do you like my dick, uh?”

“Yes… I fucking love it. I fucking love when you grab my hair and fuck my mouth inside my car”.

“Yeah, you like it? How much, my princess? Tell me”.

“Fucking much, Jackson… I love when you wake me up fucking my pussy, always ready for you. And when you're so fucking jealous, grabbing my throat and impaling me until making me cum”.

“Do you like that much?”

You nod in silence, feeling your legs starting to shake close to the orgasm.

“What about my mouth? Do you like it?”

“Fuck… Yes, Jackson. I love when you eat my pussy… When you come from the club and eat my wet pussy on the counter… Your tongue licking me, oh, shit…”

“You taste so good, my love… I love your little pussy”.

“Fuck, Jax… I'm gonna fucking cum…”

“Go harder, baby. I wanna feel you”.

You speed up with every thrust to your center, being wrapped by the sweat and the heat of the moment, crying out his name with your back arched at the moment you reach the orgasm. He fills you up, maintaining your gaze and enjoying the look on your face. So pleased, so ecstatic, running out of air.

“Put on your knees, darling… I'm gonna fuck your mouth as you like”.

You have to take some seconds on top of him to process the order, before doing it, settling yourself between his legs over the floor. Jax grabs your head with both hands pounding your mouth with fury, while your lips wrap all his extension, hitting your throat once and again. It hurts you sometimes, but you love it. The Son presses his swollen glans against your limits when he fills your mouth up, feeling his hot cum spilling inside it. He growls loudly lifting up a little his pelvis, with your nose touching his skin, forcing you to take it all.

“Fuck, darling… Fuck… It feels so fucking good…”

When he frees yourself of his cock, and some threads of your saliva mixed with his seed falls down by the corner or your lips, Jackson urges you to lie down on the sofa while you try to recover your breath. And when you're trying it, cleaning your mouth with the back of your hand, his tongue finds your throbbing core sucking it as if it was going to be the last thing he was to do in his life. Placing both legs over his shoulders, he cleans every trail of your juices, drinking them so delighted that you're about tu cum a second time when he slides three fingers inside you.

“Oh, fuck, Jackson!”

Shrinking under his caresses, you bring down your hands to his hair, sinking his face into your pussy. He's devouring it like no one else could do it, keeping his eyes on you with his ringed fingers fucking you so painfully pleasant that you can't help but find the ecstasy again. The heat is suffocating you, but he doesn't stop. His tongue toures your entrance, before catching your clit among his teeth biting it gently.

“FUCK, JACKSON… JACKSON, PLEASE, STOP”.

You're inside a bubble of pleasure and you are about to cry. You have never felt this good, but he's making it up to you as hard as he can. Pulling out his fingers of your tired pussy, he licks them crawling above your body before tucking them inside your mouth.

“Taste them… This is the most fucking delicious thing I ever had the opportunity to relish, darling”.

Tasting yourself, you spread your legs to give him some space for his body.

“I fucking love you, keep it in your fucking mind, (Y/N)”.

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jaycewrites-192000 · 3 years

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Growl: Ch. 11

Warnings: None

Tag List: @theravencawsatmidnight @etroman @kaariqueen

(What I write about Kyotani's dad is completely made up)

It was Saturday afternoon, meaning it was time for Kyotani's punishment. But to him, it wouldn't be as nearly as bad of a punishment since Y/n was with him. She really didn't have to be here, but she was anyway. The two got to work at cleaning, Kyotani would mop the floors while Y/n would clean the windows. "You know Ken, this is a really weird first date." Y/n chuckled as she sprayed more window cleaner on the dirty window of the gym door. Kyotani's heart fluttered at the new nick name. "Yeah? Well, guess I'll have to really make up for it huh?" He said.

"Yes you will. I'm a lady, a lady shouldn't have to clean smudged windows." Y/n said, placing her hand over her chest in a classy way. "Shame on you." Kyotani rolled his eyes. "Pardon me madam. But you could have stayed home." He countered. "And miss out on time with my boyfriend? As if. And I never said this was a bad date." She moves onto another set of windows after finishing the first. "How sweet." Kyotani smirks.

"Oh hey, I bet your mom will be thrilled to know that we're together now. She was really laying it on thick how much she wanted us to date." Kyotani paused. That was right, his mom was desperately trying to get him and Y/n together. Well, mission accomplished then. "Yeah, it's going to be so annoying to hear from here how she was right. And my sister is just gonna be a bi-a jerk about it." Kyotani caught himsef.

Y/n giggled and made her way over to him. "How about after we finish this, you take me over to your place? We can all celebrate together." Before Kyotani could give her an ok, he stopped and thought about something. "Ken?" Y/n tilts her head. "Oh, uh, not today." He muttered. Y/n raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

Kyotani hesitated before answering. "My dad is visiting tonight..." Y/n blinked a few times. 'Does...he not have a good relationship with his father?' She thinks. The last time his father was brought up in conversation, he acted this was too. "Ken, do you and him...is there something going on?" She didn't exactly know how to word it other than that. "We don't hate each other, if that's what you think." He tells her.

"Then what? If you don't mind saying." She asked. Kyotani sighs and sets aside the mop he held. Y/n walked behind him and sat on the stage part of the gym. She pats the spot next to her, Kyotani walked over and sat next to her. "He left when I turned 15. My mom and him just kinda...fell apart. And they got a divorce."

"Oh. Kentaro, I'm so sorry." Y/n placed her hand on top of his. "It's fine...I mean, I don't hate either of them for it. And they don't hate each other either it's just...weird you know? He only ever comes by ever few weeks during the weekends. Other than that, I get phone calls and letters from him. He moved to another city so, we don't see each other often. So you can imagine how awkward it gets." Y/n nods as she listens. She looks down at her lap and lets out a soft sigh.

"I wish my situation was even slightly like yours." Kyotani looks at her confused. "Divorced parents too?" Y/n nods. "Yeah but...me and my father...we don't talk at all. It's rare I even get a phone call from the deadbeat." Her eyebrows furrow, and a light scowl formed on her lips. "I'm sorry." She shakes her head. "This isn't about me."

"No it's fine. I've already explained my story. Go ahead." Kyotani insists. "Ok well...He left me and my mother when I was only 10. Mom caught him cheating with some woman he worked with. And apparently, he had been a bit of a drinker before I was born. After that, he would only drink now and then but whenever he did, me and mom didn't see much of him. After my mom found about the affair, she divorced him. And I hadn't seen him since."

Y/n continued. "My father was the one with the well paying job so, after the scandal he was fired. That's when my mom started working a lot more, so we don't talk as much as we use to." By the end of the story, Y/n was crying. "I'm sorry...I haven't really talked about this so..." Kyotani wiped her tears and held her close. "It's fine, you don't have to be sorry." He said in a hushed tone. Y/n laughs weakly, trying to lighten the mood. "Wow, when did cleaning the gym turn into a therapy session?"

Kyotani chuckles lightly and stroked the back of her head. "Since now I guess." Suddenly Kyotani's phone started to buzz. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the screen. "Speak of the fucking devil." It was his father. "He can wait." He was about to send him to voicemail before Y/n stopped him. "No it's ok. Go ahead. I'll get back to cleaning while I wait." Y/n hopped up and grabbed her cleaning supplies again. "You sure?" Kyotani asked.

"Yep!" Y/n beamed before getting back to cleaning. Kyotani looked at the screen again, sighed and then answered. "Hey dad..."

Y/n could catch small bits of the conversation. "Yeah....yep....Wait, really? Oh uh, I can't just yet....I'm at the school I uh, got into a fight so they're making me clean....I know...I know. Yeah ok, I'll be there ok? Alright bye." Kyotani sighed heavily before putting his phone away. "Looks like my dad decided to come early. Damn it said he wouldn't be here until later tonight." Y/n turns to him. "Was he upset? That you had gotten in trouble?" She asks.

"Yeah, but it's whatever. I'll just have to hear more about it later. Fuck." Kyotani leans against a wall. Y/n set aside the cleaning stuff and strides over to him. "Sorry." Kyotani looks at her. "You need to stop apologizing for things that aren't you're fault." He pets her head. "Besides, I did it for you. It's well worth the lecture." He then leans down and kisses her head softly. "Mhm." Y/n blushes brightly. Then a thought suddenly made it's self present in her head. She fiddles with her hands for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to ask this.

"Ken?" Kyotani hums. "Um...would you be opposed to me...meeting your father?" She mumbles the last part of her sentence. Kyotani eyes winded, he wasn't sure how to take that. You already met his mother and sister, so meeting his father shouldn't be such a bad idea. But, he wanted to spare her the awkwardness the night was sure to bring. "Y/n..." He says with a sigh.

Y/n shook her head. "N-nevermind. It's ok. That sounded a bit pushy, sorry." Kyotani scowled slightly. "What did I say about apologizing for things you shouldn't be sorry for?" He rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes looking everywhere but her as he thinks. "Ok. You can come meet him."

"Really?" Y/n asks. "Yeah, just, don't say I didn't warn you." Y/n smiles and hugs him tightly. "Thank you Ken!" Kyotani couldn't help but smile and hug her back. "Don't mention it."

That night, Y/n were heading home with Kyotani. Unlike before, an overwhelming wave of nervousness came over her. She was actually going to be meeting his entire family this time. Before Kyotani could bring her to his home, she made a quick stop at her place to change into something more suitable. Kyotani told her it wouldn't be necessary, but she was not about to show up at his place and look a hot mess in front of his family. On the way there, she kept fiddling with heer outfit, making sure it wasn't wrinkled.

"You're nervous." Kyotani spoke up. Y/n paused her actions momentarily. "Yeah, no duh. I want to make a good impression. I know I've met your mother and sister already, but now I'm meeting your father too. And, we're dating so that makes this twice as important." She bring her hands down at her sides. "I want them to like me." Kyotani reached down and held Y/n's hand. "Come on, you're worrying over nothing. You know how much my mom likes you. And my sister does too, she just doesn't want to say."

"And as for my father, who cares if he likes you or not? I like you, that's all that matters. I wouldn't have fell in love with you, if I thought you were a shitty person. There is so much about you that I love. The way you smile, the way you laugh, you always know how to cheer me up, you make me feel loved Y/n. Not to mention you're really cute." Y/n's face turned bright red at his words, he was also a little red. "That should be enough for them. And if it's not, then screw 'em."

Y/n laugh. "That's a little mean, don't you think?" Kyotani smirked and let go of her hand, so he could snaked his arm around her waist. "Not when it comes to you." Before the two teens knew it, they had arrived at Kyotani's home. Kyotani glanced at Y/n, who was holding his hand tightly. "You ready?" He asks. Y/n nods, a determined smile on her face. "I'm ready." Kyotani knocked on the door, and waited. Shortly after, the door opened, revealing a tall man with the same buzz cut as Kyotani, only his was black and not blonde. His golden eyes, that matched Kyotani's too, fell from him to Y/n.

Assuming that was Kyotani's father, Y/n bowed her head in respect. "Nice to meet you sir." She greets him politely. "I apologize for suddenly showing up, but I thought it was time I formally met Kentaro's father." She looks back up, half expecting the same glare Kyotani had when she first met him. But instead, there was a warm and kind smile. "Ah, so this is the famous Y/n Kaori was talking about! Nice to meet you too young lady, the name's Botan." He held out his hand, Y/n smiled softly before taking it. "And just as pretty as I thought she was. Nice work son." Kyotani's dad gave his son a thumbs up.

Kyotani rolled his eyes, cheeks red. "Yeah yeah." He muttered. "Let's just go inside." Kyotani's dad lead the two in where they were greeted by Kaori and Natsuki. "Y/n! What a surprise! Come on in!" Kaori waved her hand, motioning her to come closer. "Hey." Natsuki nods at her before turning her attention back to her phone. Y/n couldn't help but wonder just what kept her glued to that thing. A boyfriend? Girlfriend? A stupidly overrated meme?

"See, didn't I tell you she was beautiful?" Kaori says to Botan. "Yep! Our son sure knows how to bag a good one!" He laughs. "You two...cut it out!" Kyotani hides his red face. 'Wow...they're so alike...' Y/n thought with an awkward smile. "Thank you for having me."

"Like I said, you're welcomed here anytime Y/n." Kaori smiles. "Now, have a seat. Dinner is almost ready. I hope you like (favorite food)!" Y/n's smile brightens. "I do, thank you so much!" It was a nice gesture, but she couldn't help but wonder just how Kaori knew that was her favorite meal. Maybe it was just insane luck? Whichever, she was excited!

"So you're really serious about my bro, huh?" Natsuki glances up at her. Y/n nods, placing her hand on Kyotani's. "I am. I intend on staying with him as long as possible." Natsuki sighs and turns her attention back to her phone. "Eh, hope you like dumbasses then, cause you're stuck with one."

"Natsuki..." Kyotani grits his teeth together. "What, it's true." Natsuki smirks. "Alright you two, no more fighting. We have a guest, we should make her feel welcomed." Botan says trying to calm the tension between the two siblings. "Oh I do feel welcomed, you guys are really the nicest family I've ever met. I'm a little jealous..." Y/n admits shyly.

"Well Y/n, you should start considering yourself part of the family now. Anyone who is willing to date our hot headed son, is family. Especially when they're so polite!" Kaori adds. "Now, who's ready for dinner?"

Y/n felt her chest fill with warmth, she hadn't felt this way in a long time. She had found herself a loving boyfriend, who loves her just as much as she loves him, and to top it all off, his family was so welcoming. It really felt like she was accepted into their lives as one of them. Who knows, maybe one day she really will become part of the family, if Kyotani decides to pop that oh so pretty question, and gives her his last name.

Until then, she was happy with what was right in front of her. And she didn't plan on letting go anytime soon.

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freddieslater · 3 years

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Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Liv Parker x Georgie Dowling (The Vampire Diaries)

"This class is a joke," Liv says bitterly, glaring at the textbook laid open in front of her.

Occult studies. Ten percent occult and ninety percent studies at this point. Honestly, they're too scared that someone's going to catch on that half of the class and the entire college is filled up with actual witches, not to mention vampires and werewolves, that they don't bother teaching anything interesting.

"Yeah, well, I told you that you wouldn't like it," Luke says without looking up from his own work. He's laying back on Liv's bed, steadily and easily making his way through his own assignments.

Liv directs her glare to him and wryly says, "Thank you, that was so helpful."

"It's what you get for refusing to let me take the LSATS because it meant I'd move away from you." He looks up at her now, flashing a sarcastic smile. "If I have to take boring college courses, like history and English lit, then you have to suck up the butchering of our entire existence. We're in this together, remember?"

Using her own words against her is a dick move. Still, there isn't exactly room for her to argue; she did talk him out of the LSATS in order for them to be able to attend this college. But in her defence, they were on a search for the dopplegangers at that point and she was pretty sure they weren't at Harvard.

Saying nothing rather than admit he's right, she turns back to her textbook. Then she slams it closed, to which Luke just chuckles at, evidently finding amusement in her frustration. A shock zips beneath her fingertips, she groans, and the textbook flies across the room -- just as the door opens. The girl freezes in the doorway with wide eyes.

"Whoa! Uh... sorry," she says uncertainly. Her eyes dart from Liv's sheepish expression to Luke. "I was just... coming to see if you were still up for that coffee we were talking about earlier?"

Luke breathes out a sigh of relief and immediately puts his books down, and swings himself off of the bed. "God yes. Free me, Georgie, I'm begging you, or else I will literally go insane."

Georgie laughs. She points at Liv, her eyebrows raising. "Hey, uh... you're Liv, right? God, you two really are twins, huh?"

Liv gives a thin smile. "As far as I'm aware. But I clearly got all of the good looks and about seventy percent of the intelligence."

Georgie's gaze lingers, giving her a subtle once-over as her smile stretches into a faint smirk. She nods.

"Yeah, I can see the looks part. Good is an understatement, though."

"I am right here," Luke says, throwing his hands out.

They both roll their eyes. Georgie turns back to him.

"Shut up, you know you're adorable," she tells him, to which he rolls his eyes back at her but smiles. "But as a flaming bisexual who leans more towards girls, your sister is winning this competition of attractiveness." She looks back over at Liv and shrugs, grinning at her. "Sorry to be blunt on our first meeting. I'm sure you have a really nice personality as well."

Luke scoffs. "She does not. Trust me."

He ignores the rather impolite hand gesture Liv aims at him. Grabbing his coat from the chair, he motions his head to the door.

"You coming?" he asks Georgie.

"Mhm." She pauses to ask Liv, "Do you wanna come with? We're probably just gonna go to that little cafe across from campus."

When Liv hesitates, glancing at the textbook now on the floor on the other side of the room, Georgie gestures at it.

"Oh, I can, you know, help you make up for any lost time studying," she says. "What classes are you taking? I don't see you in history."

"Occult studies."

Georgie's face lights up like a kid on Christmas day. "Are you kidding? There's a class for that? Oh, I am so switching my major, what the hell?" She swats Luke's arm. "Why didn't you tell me that was an option?"

"Because I didn't want you two meeting for this exact reason," Luke responds, joking. At least partially. "Now, can we please go?"

Georgie gives him another eye roll, and starts to speak. Liv beats her to it, talking directly to her with bright smile, "You know what? I would love to come with you. Some caffeine could really help me focus."

"Doubtful," Luke mutters with a displeased look, but he doesn't complain any further about her tagging along. Just throws her hoodie at her and motions for her to be quick about getting ready. "I'll be downstairs. Georgie?"

She's still staring at Liz, a curious look on her face to match that twitching smile on her lips. Okay, Liv thinks, merely raising her eyebrows back at her. This could be interesting. Whitmore has been fairly boring ever since they stopped the travellers, prevented Kai from destroying their coven, drove some crazy-ass heretics out of town, and took down a supernatural hunter with a shaman curse to kill all vampires. Her life could use a little more mystery every so often, and it's been long enough since the last one.

"Georgie," Luke repeats, exasperation slipping into his voice.

"Yep." She backs away now, biting her lip, then turns to leave. She pats Luke's shoulder on the passing, and in what is probably meant to be an attempt at a whisper, says, "Tell me she's single."

Luke closes his eyes and groans. Liv tries to supress a snicker but fails, even as the base of her neck heats up, a gentle flush creeping up to her cheeks. She just presses her lips together in a pleased smile, but raises her eyebrows in a facade of nonchalance.

"Get out," Luke says, shaking his head. "Just... go, before I start looking for a spell to make the earth swallow me."

Georgie throws her one last glance before walking out of the room. Luke sighs, then wheels right around to point a finger at Liv.

"I do not want another Tyler situation, all right?" he warns. "He was actually my friend until you started dating him, so, if you have any feelings for Georgie at all, please, for the love of god... just don't do anything dumb, okay?"

Liv rolls her eyes. "I won't! I don't even know the girl."

"Mhm." Luke just gives a certain kind of stare that she knows very well -- the same one she's given him on multiple occassions as well. They're used to trying to steer each other clear of friends that could become potential hook-ups. "Just dial down the flirting."

"That's my natural personality," Liv quips, shrugging.

Luke's expression is mildly pained. He just waves her off, evidently not able to deal with any of this right now, and follows after Georgie. Liv quickly pulls on her hoodie and follows, scraping her hair out of the back of the hoodie and into the scrunchie tied around her wrist as she hurries after them. She can just take Georgie up on her offer to help her with her assignment later.

#tvd #tvdedit #the vampire diaries #liv parker #georgie dowling #liv x georgie #rowing the rarepair rowboat #myedits*#I just think they'd be neat together

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super-unpredictable98 · 3 years

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Reformed Teen Idol (Rock Rivals AU)

Fandom: Rock Rivals (if you can call that a fandom... LOL)

Pairing: Addison Teller x Reader

Word Count: 950 give or take

Warning: Strong language, mild sexual content, mention of drugging people.

a/n: Alright, I don’t know where this idea came from, but here it is... I hope you like it and no one tries to come into my room and kill me tonight lol

(Masterlist)

gif by: @circumstellars

You have been married to Addison for almost three years now. He was sweet, funny, loving, dedicated, hard-working... Pretty much anything you could ask of a husband.

You two met at a pub, about five years ago, you were hanging out with your friends and this charming, handsome guy wouldn't take his eyes from you the entire night. He was really a sight to see and you found it hard to look away as well:

- Hey, what would it take for you to give me your number? - He asked.

- It would take you asking...

- Wow, just like that?

- You're in luck - you shrugged while writing it down on a napkin.

- Would it be too much to ask for your name too?

- y/n - you smiled - you are...?

- Addison, nice to meet you.

Ever since that day you fell for him and he fell for you, it was like a perfect match. At this point, living together for so long and sharing every bit of your lives, you knew everything there is to know about Addison Teller... Or so you thought.

One day, while he was working late at the office, you were going through some junk in the garage, checking for things to donate or throw out. It was mostly old clothes, broken stuff that you forgot to repair, and home videos.

Suddenly, a small box caught your attention. You have never seen it before, it was filled with DVDs, no writing or tag indicating what it was.

You decided to take it inside and put it on. Oh boy... It was definitely not what you expected! You could barely believe your eyes as you saw the contents of those DVDs. It was almost like a fever dream.

- Hey, sweetie - you heard Addison coming and immediately turned off the TV - I've been thinking about you all day.

- In the room, baby!

He ran to give you a hug and a kiss, just like he always does, but he could tell something wasn't right:

- What's up with you? Did something happen?

- Um... Addi, what is Rock Rivals?

His smile disappeared in less than a second, he lost every last bit of color on his face, it looked like he was gonna be sick or something.

- Where did you hear about that, y/n? - He mumbled.

- I found some old videos in the garage... Why did you never tell me?

- If that was you, wouldn't you like to forget it ever happened?

- Well, part of me would, but I don't think I'd resist telling people. It's a really funny story... You have to admit it.

- Oh, God, this is so embarrassing - Addison covered his blushing cheeks and turned away from you.

- Hey, Addi, come on... I'm your wife - you embraced him from behind - I love you. The day we got married we said "in sickness and in health", I think that includes public humiliation.

- Jesus - he shook his head, the ghost of a smile tugging on his lips - I can't believe you've seen that.

- Honestly, me neither - you laughed.

- You know, I probably deserved it... - He turned back around to face you - I was such an arsehole.

- Really?

- Yeah, I terrorized everyone in there, trying to win at all costs, I... - His expression darkened - I've done some things I'm not proud of, horrible things.

- We all do stupid things when we're young, I did some very dumb shit in my teens. I was just lucky there wasn't a camera around to record it.

- Well, let's just say I've done more stupid shit than the average teenager - he shook his head.

- It’s been almost 15 years, it doesn't matter, I love you, Addi.

- I love you too, y/n - he leaned in to kiss you.

- Can I ask what exactly happened? Why did you get...? You know - you tilted your head - a boner?

Addison snorted with laughter at the way you put it, it was a relief to see that after how horrified he looked a few seconds ago.

- I'm pretty sure I was drugged. The twins slipped viagra in my drink.

- Oh - you gaped, widening your eyes - that's horrible!

- Yeah, I know... To be honest, if half of the stuff that I've been through happened today, I think we'd all go to jail.

- Wow, never imagined you of all people as a controversial reality tv star.

- Eh, I might've been responsible for someone getting drugged too - Addison grimaced - and he ended up falling off the stairs, which maybe I also contributed to.

- Addison... Is he ok?

- Yeah, yeah, he was alright. I mean, he got hurt, but he was fine after the casts came off.

- You know, if it makes you feel any better, my teenage self would've been all over you.

- Oh? - He chuckled - Even with that hair?

- Especially with that hair - you teased - you were a straight-up hottie.

- No, you're just saying that. I was ridiculous, I couldn't carry a tune, my dancing was rubbish...

- I swear - you smiled - Justin Bieber who? Harry Styles? Never heard of her. I'm only interested in the sexiest Irish popstar, Addison Teller.

- Well, that must be your lucky day - he lowered you to the bed - because I'm pretty sure he's also interested in you.

- Oh really?

- Yeah, I'd love to take you backstage with me...

- Sounds good, but how about you serenade me first?

#rock rivals #addison teller #robert sheehan #fanfic #imagine #drabble #i'm sorry

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coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe · 3 years

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Dancing In The Dark or Jealous Rage

Quick Tag List: @kuruumiya @spacelizardtrashboys @stupidbluegirl @enigmaticandunstable @nattinngrst

This Passage contains potentially: swearing, violence, blood, angst, whump, fluff and smutty content.

Summary: Kirby goes with the girls out to a night club while Roddy is away, jealous escapades ensue after he gets back and hears about her antics.

Kirby's POV:

I woke up the following morning (The 24th) alone, no sign of Rod, I was confused until I saw the clothes laid out and a note on top of my leather jacket.

'I've gone to do some work in Pennsylvania. Don't worry, I'll be back later this week. Love You, Mo Chridhe. Roddy.'

"Mo Chridhe, that's, that is Scots for … yeah, Scots Gaelic for my heart … Aww, Roderick you romantic eejit."

I went about my usual morning routine and the rest of the day was thoroughly uneventful, but the night, oh the night was fun, or at least it was when it started.

Billie had suggested we go out for drinks and have a good time, and so we did.

About three Espresso Martinis in I started to loosen up.

"So," Vickie inquired, "How's Piper?"

"I'm not sayin' nothin'"

"Oh, c'mon Kirbs," Sam begged, "Tell us."

"No, mind your own business."

"Kirbs, ya gotta tell us at some point." Holly added, the alcohol making her New Jersey accent thicker.

"Alright, fine, but don't tell anyone." I warned

They nodded in agreement and let me continue.

"When we came back to New York, we started dating and one thing led to another and we 'made love' but regardless of all that, I think he's the one."

"So, you'll marry him?"

"If he asks, Vic, if he asks."

Holly butted in, "I need to get you around other men, you know, to see if Piper's the real deal."

She took me by the arm and dragged me, drink in hand, over to a gaggle of men, all of whom looked like they were either construction workers or American football players. Holly let go of my arm and sat on one of the guys laps, whispering something I couldn't hear before getting up and walking off.

I felt like a piece of meat being thrown to a pack of tigers, it didn't take long for one of them to take the drink from my hand, place it on the table and lead me to the dancefloor.

Now, you must know, I'm not one for dancing, I'll sway to a relaxed beat or head bang along to some rock but, dancing with someone who I don't know in a provocative way isn't my thing, but without hesitation this guy started hitting on me and trying to get up close and personal.

It took all of my mental strength not to sucker punch the guy in the face and walk back to the hotel, I held out for as long as I could. hours passed without me realising and I had gotten quite tipsy, Vickie walked me back to the hotel and dumped me on the bed in the pitch black of the room, closing the door behind her and her footsteps quickly faded out of hearing range.

The next day (25th January 1984) was much like the previous, get up, morning routine, grab some coffee, wait to see if I had any matches booked, hear nothing from Damien, go out with the girls that night for some 'fun' but to me that 'fun' was ever so slightly turning into heart-breaking torture.

Any time I danced with these random guys in clubs, I wanted to be able to slow dance with Rod, to hold him close to me as the music played in the background. I didn't get as drunk as the night before and got back slightly earlier, trying to call Roddy to hear his voice, but he didn't pick up. I went to sleep alone again and had a nightmare once again.

I woke up on the morning of the Twenty-Sixth to the sound of the door opening and closing, hearing a distinctly Scottish voice whisper out the phrase 'Mo Chridhe'.

"Rod, is that you?"

"I didn't mean to wake ya, it's just, well," His voice faltered, as if he didn't know what to say, "Billie stopped me in the hall and told me everything." He sounded hurt.

"I tried to call ya. I tried to be the first to let you know what we had done." I got up and took my sweat-stained shirt off, tossing it to the floor and heading to the bathroom, still half asleep.

"Ya did? Ya went out and danced with strangers two nights in a row while I was gone and thought a phone call could patch things up?"

That set me off, I rushed out of the bathroom to confront him, "I fucking hated doing it! Both times! I wanted to reel back and sucker punch those bastards in the face! Roderick Piper, would you fucking listen to me! I am your girlfriend! I am YOUR fucking woman! Would you just fu-"

A rough but passionate kiss broke the stingingly lonely silence from him, his hands caressing my arms and holding me close. I hadn't realised I was crying until then, I hadn't realised he had let a few tears slip himself until he pulled away and wiped his eyes.

"I'm sorry I ever brought it up. I know ya wouldn't do anything without a good reason and I'm so, so sorry I left without telling ya before I did."

I sat myself down on the edge of the bed, wiping the tears from my eyes and feeling Rod put his arm over my shoulder.

"Schultz told me to buy you roses, ya know. An' I told him I didn't think ya liked roses, I told him that I thought ya would like chrysanthemums instead."

I let out a small 'uh huh' and Rod continued.

"I also told him that when we got back I was gonna take you out for some blueberry waffles and a hazelnut cappuccino, cause I know how ya like those an' we could be together and just relax an-"

"Roddy?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Can you dance?"

"I'm not a great dancer, why?"

"Well, can you just sway to the rhythm of a song?"

"With you, absolutely."

"Thank you, f'anwylyd."

"Anytime, mo chridhe."

He kissed my cheek and my temple, whispering out a gentle 'I'm sorry' before using his other hand to make me face him and kissing me gently but lovingly. He got up, pulling me off the bed and turning the clock radio on and increasing the volume.

"And now, a big hit from last year, this is Big Country with 'In A Big Country'."

'I've never seen you look like this without a reason'

Rod twirled me around in his arms, a smirk already on his face.

'Another promise fallen through'

I could hear Rod mumbling the words in unison with the radio.

'Another season passes by you'

He twirled me back around, stepping closer and intertwining his fingers with mine and curving his other arm around my back.

'I never took the smile away from anybody's face'

Rod had stopped mumbling the words and started humming along.

'And that's a desperate way to look'

The sweet smile on Roddy's face made me smile lovingly in return.

'For someone who is still a child'

He cleared his throat, spinning me away from him before pulling me close to his chest.

"In a big country dreams stay with you" Rod sang in unison with the radio.

"Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside" I joined in.

'Stay alive, here we go'

"I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered" We sang in unison with the radio.

"But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered"

"I'm not expecting to grow flowers in a desert"

'But I can live and breathe'

Rod misstepped and fell backwards onto the bed with me landing on his lap.

'And see the sun in wintertime'

"Are ya alright Roddy?"

'In a big country dreams stay with you'

"I'm fine, sweetheart, are you okay?"

'Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside'

"I'm okay. Everything's fine in the world again."

'Stay alive'

I stood up and helped Roddy off the bed, turning the radio down slightly and humming before singing along.

"In a big country dreams stay with you"

Rod soon joined in, going back to a simple two step and trying not to stumble again.

"Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside"

"Stay alive"

"So take that look out of here it doesn't fit you"

"Because it's happened doesn't mean you've been discarded"

"Pull up your head off the floor, come up screaming"

A knock at the door quickly silenced the two of us and Rod turned the radio off completely, giving me a quick kiss on the lips and walking over to answer the door. Upon seeing the frame of the guy leaning against the wall, I sighed heavily and Rod looked between me and this nobody.

"Hey, I was told this was Miss Kay's room, who are you, her brother?"

"Wrong, Idiot. I'm her husband."

I wanted to interrupt Roddy but held my tongue, trusting that he knew what he was doing.

"Yeah, right, small fry, and I'm the Pope, move outta the way." the guy's mood shifted from confusion to anger.

"No really," Roddy pressed, his voice getting more gravelly with rage, "I'm her husband ya slovenly low life, now fuck off before I hurt ya."

The guy got further into Roddy's face, "What are you gonna do, limp dick."

Rod smirked, "Limp dick, huh," He mocked before poking the guy in the eyes, "Bye-Bye, asshole," He finished, slamming the door in the guy's face.

We could both hear the sound of the guy saying 'fuck that' and running down the hall.

"'I'm her husband'?" I raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Well I'm not gonna say 'She's my girlfriend'. Being your husband has more impact."

"Ya could've just called me over and kissed me, Roddy."

"Who was that guy?"

"Some fuck from one of the nights you weren't here. Ugly motherfucker too, surprised he knew where to find me…" I trailed off, knowing exactly who had told him where I was, "That little Greek bitch."

I stormed my way up to the door, only being stopped by Roddy mere seconds before I could leave the room.

"Woah, woah. Calm down there, Giantess. We don't want a massacre now, do we?"

I breathed out a heavy sigh and Rod pulled me into a hug.

"C'mere baby girl," He rubbed his hand up and down my back to soothe me, "Calm down baby, I know it may be aggravating to have someone ya trust try to split up a good thing, but just calm down."

"But she told them where we, or at least I am, Rod. I can't trust her after that. Especially after her trying to set me up with one of the ugliest motherfuckers I've ever seen."

"What about me?" He said pulling away and sitting on the edge of the bed

"Well, you're," I stopped, searching my mind for the right words, "Well, you're just, you are so handsome. You've got the most amazing blue-hazel eyes, and your hair is such a rich brown, and you're built, y'know, your musculature makes you look strong but not intimidating, however that may just be a giant to normal person thing. Oh, and your voice is calming to me, except when you're cutting a promo. I mean I would object to your choice in shirts, but only because the idea of other women seeing how muscular you are through the way your shirts cling to your body gets me a little pissed off."

"I make you get jealous, really?" he teased.

"Don't you dare." I warned, trying to stop him from aggravating me further.

"Does the idea of women fantasising about me gets you riled up with fury?"

"Rod, don't do this."

"Does the idea of me posing with another woman in my arms anger you?"

"Roddy, shut up."

"How about the idea of me kissing another woman while drunk?"

"Roderick. You shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you."

"What if I laid on the beach with just a towel coverin' my crotch, in full view of a bunch of ladies, how does that make you feel."

"I warned you, three times now, don't you go getting me angry, boyo. You'll see how vengeful I can be, Roddy," I pondered for a moment before changing into a knee-length amber coloured dress along with my spiked black heels, my leather jacket and a thin layer of apricot scented lip gloss and headed out, "Bye Roderick."

"Wait no, baby, come back."

I closed the door and fast-walked down the corridor, heading towards the stairwell, hearing Roddy open the door just as I started down the stairs.

He caught up with me about five minutes later, while I was waiting outside, handing me my wallet and pressing a kiss to my cheek, before whispering in my ear.

"I'm sorry I got you jealous, now can we please go out to somewhere, nice."

"If you're so sorry, you won't try that trick again, right?"

"Oh absolutely, I don't want you to do that again."

I kissed him and started walking down the street, Piper's hand just above my ass and his plethora of sweet nothings once again flowing from his lips. We headed out for the evening and by the time we got back to the hotel, a now drunk Roddy laid down and passed out before I even got the chance to kiss him goodnight.

END OF DANCING IN THE DARK or JEALOUS RAGE

#wrestling fic #Lucifarians #Spotify

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Wrong Universe

Part 6 - Trouble

Summary - When the actor of the show comes face to face with the characters, what can possibly go wrong?

Warnings - Swearing, angst verbal altercation and a cliffhanger

Characters - Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki and basically the entire cast and crew of SPN

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"AC/DC, nice shirt choice kid", Dean smirked at the young actor.

"Thanks? What is happening here exactly again?" Alex raised a confusing eyebrow.

"It's uh-a very complicated long story and there is uhm-no way to explain it to you what happened because"- "Just cut to the point angel, we got a spell to do", Dean rolled his eyes.

Misha put an arm around Alex's shoulder and pointed at the Winchesters, "See those two are not Ackles and Padalecki. Those two are the Winchesters, the actual Sam and Dean Winchester". The whole cast looked at Alex and tried to read his face.

Alex didn't say anything after hearing his fellow actor's shocking revelation and maintained a neutral expression on his face.

"Can we just perform the fucking spell before another actor pops up asking who we are?" Dean became impatient.

"Does this show even has a fourth wall now?" Alex finally spoke. "I'm Alex Calvert, I play Jack, incase you didn't already figure it out. It's cool though that I got to meet you guys", Alex smirked.

"Ooh, sassy! I like this kid", Dean winked, giving Alex an impressed look, "anyways, back to the spell".

"How long does the spell take to have an effect?" Jensen asked.

"It has immediate effects", Sam shrugged. The cast moved back to give the Winchesters the space they needed to do the spell. Sam started to draw a sigil on the floor. "Candles? Do we have candles? I need four", Within a few minutes, Sam was handed two pairs of candles. Dean made a cut in his palm and a few drops of blood fell onto the ingredients of the bowl.

"We don't cut our hands when we try to summon the angel on the show", Jared whispered.

"Yes. That's why we haven't summoned an angel yet fortunately", Jensen rolled his eyes.

Dean lit up a matchstick. "Here goes nothing", he mumbled and dropped the match stick into the bowl.

"Did-did it work?" Richard asked.

The Winchesters didn't say anything and they waited for another five minutes but no angel appeared out of thin air on the set.

"Son of a bitch", Dean huffed and left the set, Sam following his brother.

"It didn't work", Richard ran his hand through his hair.

"No shit Sherlock. What now?" Jared asked.

"No idea", Jensen sighed.

The Winchester came back to the set after a few minutes.

"The spell didn't have any effect maybe because Angels do not exist in multiverse. I think they are specific to a particular universe", Sam frowned.

"So what is plan B?" Rob inquired.

"There is no plan B, Chucky", Dean scoffed.

"Dean! We don't have a plan B now but we'll figure it out. You always say that", Sam said.

"I say that when we are in our universe where magic exists not when we are stuck in this nuthouse!" Dean let out a frustrated sigh.

"Listen, if you guys want a place to crash, my door's open for ya", Jensen pursed his lips.

"We don't need your help anymore. You guys have done enough", Dean snapped at Jensen.

"Dean! What the hell man?" Sam glared at his brother.

"We know how important it is for you to go back to your world. We're just trying to help here Dean. If you don't need our help, just tell us. It's cool. You don't have to go and act like an absolute douchebag", Jared glared at Dean when he saw the hurt expression on his best friend.

"You don't know anything about what I'm going through right now. You are just actors. So stop with your 'I understand you, I care for you Dean Winchester' crap", Dean gave Jared a slight shove making him stumble back a little.

Jensen was furious at Dean's reaction, "Fine! You can go but let me tell ya, you don't know shit about being an actor. In this universe we exist, you don't. You can't handle the attention from the media and fans".

"We can handle it just fine", Dean scoffed.

"Dean? What's wrong with you?" Sam glared at Dean.

"This is a normal world. Monsters don't exist here. So don't give us the crap that you don't need our help because you do", Jensen said.

Dean scoffed and left the set.

"I don't know what's up with him but my brother, he is-he needs some time to cool off and I'll take you up on that offer if it's fine with you considering my brother just acted like an asshole", Sam looked at the Jensen receiving a nod from him.

"I understand. Ya both are welcome at my house any time".

"Thanks.....I'm gonna go and check on Dean", Sam hurried off to the direction where he saw Dean go.

"Jared wasn't lying to me when he told me it was an absolute shit show over here", a very familiar voice spoke up from the other side of the set.

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We are not just friends — part 9

Chris Evans x bi!latina!character (Sofia is a person of color, she's brown.)

Chris and Sofia meet when their best friends started dating, it all started at friends with loads of bumps on the road.

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug use (weed), assault, Chris being Steve Rogers, commitment issues, my girl Sofia kinda messy, lots of fucking (eventually)

This is slow burn at its best, at least emotionally.

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“ It's not fancy, isn't it?” Sofia asked going through her suitcase in the middle of the bed, hoping to find something to wear.

“ Nah, it's casual. Like a get-together—” Chris answered her thought the phone, they were Facetiming as they both get ready.

“Alright, what about… this and this?” She said holding up a red mini skirt with a red crop top. “I feel like matching.”

“Love it, red suits you. “ Chris answered and Sofía wiggle on the bed and began undressing, not caring for modesty as Chris looked at her.

“Enjoying the show? creep. “ She laughed as Chris rubbed her beard watching her get undressed, she wasn't being sexy or anything close, Chris just find her fucking hot all the time.

“Sure, don't mind me.” Chris answered her smiling. “want me to pick you up?”

“No honey, it's okay. I'll Uber the rest so you can't have to drive back and forth.’

‘I really don't mind, Sof.’

‘I know, but you know how I am with getting ready. I don't want you running late and shit. It's fine, you go ahead and I'll text you when I'm there.”

‘You sure?”

‘Yes, dumbass. You go ahead I'll text you. “ She said kissing the screen making Chris laugh.

“Alright, I'll be going then. call me. “

They hung up and Chris go ahead and grabbed his things and went ahead to his friend's birthday.

And Sofia took her time and arrived forty-five minutes later cause she can.

Chris was already waiting for her outside, having a sly smoke and playing with his phone on the side of the building, high-end building on LA.

Sofia called him out and shake her head when she saw the cigarette on his hand and Chris put it out.

“Sorry, I know you hate it. “

“It's bad for you. “

“I know—You're pretty,” Chris observed her, she was wearing what she shows him earlier, looked much better on her, red was definitely her color.

“Do I? I feel a little silly. I nervous—I don't know.” She nervously laughed shrugging as Chris pulled her in for a quick kiss. “I don't know anyone.”

“Neither do I, really. I know some of them.” Chris told her and she hummed. “I'm a little anxious.”

Sofia smiled and kissed him again, he wrapped his arms around her waist and fight the urge to grab her ass.

“We should go in.” He said letting her go and she agreed, rearranging her skirt and walked in with Chris.

The party wasn't what she was expecting, you know like a get together a few beers and friends hanging out but no, it was a full-blown party with a lot of people.

She didn't say anything as Chris greet people and introduced them to her, it was a little taxing but she did it anyway because it's Chris.

“Dude, so many people.”

“Yes, I thought it wasn't like this.” He looked at her with an apologetic look.

“It's fine, you do your thing and I'll mingle with that bar over there.” She told him with a smile and almost pushed him towards his friends.

“You sure?”

“Yes, go.” Sofía pushed him again and Chris leans over and plants a quick kiss on the top of her head.

“You're the best, it will be just for a little bit. I'll be back.” He kissed her again and disappear on the crowd and she looked forward to the bar, maybe getting a little bit tipsy will loosen her up but the crowd here was way different to what she and Mandy hung out back at home.

She felt pretentious wearing matching top and skirt, she couldn't imagine what she would feel wearing a thousand-dollar dress like the bunch of girls over there.

She grabbed a beer and isolated herself to a corner, where she could observe the party—witch was absolutely cool with her, what she wasn't expecting was seeing Chris's ex-girlfriend chatting with some girls and pointing out exactly where he was.

“Oh boy.” She mumbles drinking her beer and looked at her walk through until she reached him and he acted amicable with her, hugs and cheeks being kissed.

At that moment she decided to get fucked up and dance if he was going to be with his ex might as well she find something to do at this stupid party. Sofia quickly drank her beer and head back to the bar to do a few shots, clearly catching the attention of a few guys hovering over there.

“Hey,” One of them says, he had a kind smile and was attractive enough.

“Hi.” She said back, smiling too.

They chatted for a bit, his name was Tom, he's a publicist and single.

“You came here with someone?” Tom asked as she sips her drink, the second one.

“Mm-hm, with my friend.” She vaguely said, not wanting to hint that it was Chris.

“Oh, do I know her?” He asked, trying to find out who and assumed it was a girl.

“It's a he and probably you do.” Sofía quickly answers and without thinking looked back at where he was before and his back was facing her while he talked to his ex's ear. Sofia couldn't help but sigh deeply and drank the rest of the drink. “Can I have another one?” She flagged the bartender and he quickly began making her another.

“You work on the industry?” He asked taking a sip of his own drink and Sofia realized that he really didn't like this dude anymore, she didn't want to talk about work of the industry.

“Not really—”

“You should, you've got this young Salma Hayek thing going on.” He said moving his hands and Sofia raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, we're both Latinas.”

“Really? where you from?”

“Yeap, Argentina,” Sofía answered back and quickly looked back at Chris and he kept talking with his ex, now drinks in hand and he had that pink on his cheeks and moving his hands.

man, am I jealous? She thought for a second but quickly shake her head and looked at Tom, trying to find out if she could possibly, at least, make out.

But he was a little off-putting and Sofia started thinking that he was recruiting or some shit—witch she wasn't interested at all. Leave that to the talented people, she wasn't that.

“—You know, I could introduce you to our manager. We're looking for someone with your profile, there's a lot of new—”

“I'm going to stop you there because I've got no interest in having a manager or working on the industry.” She said that with a mocking tone. “I'm good at my normal job.”

Tom actually scoffed at her then shake his head, “Then what are you doing at a party like this? are you an escort?”

Sofia was the one to scoff now and give Chris another look, and his ex had her arm around his waist they were going to make out anytime soon. Now she really wanted to get the fuck out of here.

“I came with a friend, whatever. Bye,” She waves him off and turned her back at him, not bothering to see if he walked away or not.

She pulled her phone and furiously text Mandy.

Christofer, it's all cozy with his fucking ex and people here are treating me like I am a fucking escort.

“I'm a fucking idiot.” She mutters to herself after she press sends, totally regretting that because she knows how she exaggerates things.

Baby, leave that party. Go to the hotel and we'll talk.

Sofia stare at the screen and decided that Mandy's idea wasn't bad, at all. She wasn't going to wait around as Chris fuck the girl—and she did felt bad like it wasn't enough for him. She looked one more time and indeed, they were absolutely making out.

“Yeah, fuck this.”

“I can't do this anymore,” Chris push her away and shake his head."I came here with someone, I can't be doing this. She's important to me,"

She scoffed, "Yet, you are here making out with me. Why then? " She asked and tried to resume the kissing.

"No, I can't—I shouldn't be here," He turned around and drank the rest of his beer praying that Sofia didn't see that.

Of course, she wasn't picking up, Chris began to panic actual panic as he quickly typed.

Where are you? can't find you.

Sof, are you okay?

Please call me.

Sofía was walking as she looked at the screen and scoffed, the hotel wasn't that far and she feels like walking trying to clear off her mind. For a moment there she had those awful flashbacks with Tiffany, she used to do the same shit, worst of all she allowed it. She knew that this was nothing, that they weren't absolutely nothing besides friends but if this is how he was gonna behave as friends.

"I'm walking to the hotel," She spoke softly at the phone, it was Mandy.

"What happened?" She asked and Sofia told her the whole thing. "Well fuck, he's calling me,"

"Yeah I should probably let him know that I'm heading to the hotel before he called the police," Sofia said softly and sighed. "Tiffany used to pull this shit—

"He's not Tifanny, "

"Yeah, I'll talk to you back at the hotel. I'm going to text him and buy booze." Sofia said and tell their goodbyes and hung up.

Chris was calling again and Sofia picked up.

"I'm fine, I'm going to the hotel."

"Jesus Christ, Sofia. I was freaking out,"

"Yeah, sure," She laughs bitterly. "Whatever, I'm going to sleep. I'll text your assistant the details for the contract and photoshoot. You still wanna do that?, or I call the whole thing off? no pressure."

"You saw, don't you?"

"Whole fucking party saw that kiss, dude." She said softly, "It's okay, but I don't wanna be in the middle of nothing. I thought you had figured it out and moved on,"

"I did fuck. I'm sorry Sof—"

"Did you? you were just fucking kissing her."

"It took me by surprised, I told her I was with you that—come on, can we talk about it?"

"We are,"

"In-person, Sof."

"I'm tired Chris, I'm kinda drunk and I'm about to enter the hotel lobby." She said softly. "Are you in for tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I'll be there," Chris answered defeated. "I'm sorry Sofia."

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow." She hung up.

He fucked up.

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"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Nikki, happy birthday to you!" We sing as Nikki's about to blow the candles out of his cake.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Steven interjects, holding a joint above one of the lit candles, lighting the end of it on fire. "Okay."

He takes a drag of his blunt as Nikki blows his candles out, Tommy patting his shoulders.

"A whole twenty-eight years and you're still kickin', man." Tommy tells him and he grins.

"Who'da thought." Nikki adds, laughing, taking a sip of his homemade margarita.

"Okay, who wants cake?" I ask them, getting up from Tansy's dining room table to go get a knife from the kitchen.

I come back in to see Nikki and Tommy cutting at random parts of the cake with their switch blades.

"Guys, c'mon." Sharise scolds them, lightly hitting their arms before plucking the cake and icing covered blades from their hands.

"Boo, mom." Nikki sarcastically lets out with Tommy and Steven both echoing in "boo!"

"Hey, you're the good child." Sharise snaps her fingers at Stevie. "Don't let Chip and Dale contaminate you." She states to him, motioning to Nikki and Tommy, brushing past me to go to the kitchen to clean their switch blades off.

I give pieces of cake out, which isn't that much work since there's only seven of us in total: Nikki, me, Vince, Sharise, Tommy, Steven and Tansy, and once we're done eating, Tansy's insisting on presents.

"Alright, time for presents in the living room." She claps her hands together and we all head there, Nikki falling back on a couch and pulling me onto his lap.

"I'm gonna let you open 'em, babe." He tells me, patting at my hips where I shift to rest on one of his spread knees.

"Nikki, opening them is the best part." I argue.

"Which is exactly why I'm letting you do it." He replies, smiling tightly, but I know it's really because he doesn't feel like doing it.

I just roll my eyes playfully and Tansy organizes the presents around us.

"Okay, great and mighty one, which present would you like to be opened first?" I ask him and he leans over a little to see past me to examine the various shapes and sizes of his gifts.

"I want...that one." He points in the direction of a small, rectangle shaped box wrapped in news paper and Tansy hands it to me.

"This one's from me and Stevie." She adds.

"Thanks." I tell them, taking it from her and I dig into the paper and unravel it, seeing a black guitar pick, with a tiny name etched into it with white ink, I have to squint to make it out, but when I see who it's from, I know Nikki will love it.

I hand it to him, and he struggles to get his eyes to focus before looking at Tansy.

"Marc Bolan?" He asks her, impressed. "I didn't even think you knew who Marc Bolan was." He says to Tansy.

"I didn't until he died and Vince went into a depression over it for a few months." She explains. "But Stevie and I were thinking of what to get you, and then Doc helped me get in contact with his wife earlier this year and she still has his things and sent us that for you." She explains.

"Aww, that's cool." Sharise pipes.

"Guys, you didn't have to do that." I state.

"Aw, man, thanks, guys, I really like it." Nikki tells the two blondes, keeping himself from tearing up as he plays it off by clearing his throat, handing the pick to Tommy and Vince so they can look at it.

"You're welcome, dude." Steven replies.

"Alright, next is from..." Tansy looks at the name tag attached to a box wrapped in black paper. "...Tommy and Heather."

"It's kinda for you and Vivian." Tommy tells us. "We were gonna wait for Christmas but I figured it'd be better for your birthday."

"Is it raunchy?" I ask him to make sure.

"No." He assures me, smiling excitedly as I start unwrapping it.

I get it unwrapped and open the box to see a thickly packed book, and open it up to see an old picture of Nikki and I, visibly scowling at each other, looking like we're in the middle of an argument. He's in one of their old stage outfits they played the clubs in, in their early days and his black hair is completely covering his eyes, while I'm not wearing a trace of makeup, my hair pulled into a ponytail and my middle finger in his face.

Under the picture reads "The Whisky, '81."

I start flipping through it, seeing more candids and pictures of the two of us, featuring the guys, Tansy, their girlfriends at the time, groupies, Ozzy and his band, us with Sharon, the guys of Ratt, fans, us standing in front of important landmarks in other countries and different states we've visited in the U.S., our wedding photos, our reception pictures, "Shout at the Devil" era, "Theater of Pain" era...practically an entire montage of some of our biggest highlights and smaller, more intimate moments in between, featuring all of our friends and people we look up to and admire, all up to this year because there's even pictures of us hanging out with them recently.

Every picture is marked with a place, month and year and I sniffle back tears.

"You were so cute." Nikki comments as I pass the album to him and he's looking at one of the first pages at a picture of me and Tansy from one of their earlier shows. "You look like a baby." He adds, chuckling, patting at my thigh and I look at Tommy, more tears spilling over my lashes.

"Viv." He starts, smiling goofily at me.

"Aww, don't cry or I'll cry." Steven states.

"I'm sorry." I laugh a little, Sharise handing me a tissue from the box on Tansy's side table beside the couch before I'm getting up to see Tommy.

He's sitting on the edge of a comfy chair, and welcomes me with open arms when I sit across his long, skinny legs, and hug him as tightly as I possibly can.

Tansy leans over to look at the pictures with Nikki and she smiles.

"This was the night you lost your virginity, Viv!" Tansy pipes, holding the album up to show me a picture of me with my hand on ice--because Nikki slammed my fingers in my car door on accident--looking like I want to strangle Nikki and Vince as they try to wrap my hand up like a bandage, using a sock, which didn't work out anyway.

"You lost your virginity with one hand?" Steven asks me and Nikki and I exchange looks.

"It was her first time so it's not like she was doing much work, anyway." Tansy states.

"Okay, we can change the subject." I reply, awkwardly.

"She was doing plenty without needing her hands." Nikki insinuates reminiscently. "That's when I learned her little prude act is a cover up."

"Babe." I complain as Tommy squeezes his eyes shut, not wanting to imagine me and Nikki having sex.

"Fine." Nikki chuckles, nudging at Tansy to get him another present.

Once he's done unwrapping the rest of them, Sharise and I are picking up the wrapping paper and throwing it in the garbage can, and cleaning the place up while the guys talk in the living room.

By the time we're finished, we're heading back to the living room and I'm sitting down next to Nikki, laying my head on his thigh because I'm sleepy.

His fingers brush against the red strands of my hair soothingly, and I maintain on the brink of sleep, but still able to hear everyone's conversation and sudden bouts of loud laughter.

I'm nudged awake as Vince, Tommy and Steven talk about taking Nikki out to a few bars here in Malibu for his birthday.

Nikki stands up and I just put my head back down on the couch when he gets up before he's chuckling to himself.

"Let me get her to bed and I'll be out there." He tells them. "Viv, baby, c'mon, let's go to bed." He says to me and I stretch, humming softly as I wake up, sort of.

When he sees I'm not getting up, he leans down, and picks me up bridal style as Tansy points him in the direction of guest bedrooms.

My back hits the soft mattress and I feel him pulling at my jeans to get them off and I find the motivation to try to fumble to get my constricting bra off.

He sees me struggle to unbuckle it in my hazy state and scoffs a little, helping me get it undone before I'm throwing it in the floor.

He's pulling the covers back so I can curl up underneath them.

"I'll be back later, k?" He asks and I nod with my eyes still closed, getting comfortable on the bed.

"I'm sorry I'm so tired, I'll give you the best blow job ever later on." I promise him, knowing he probably expected a fun night for the both of us for his birthday. "And can you ask Sharise or Tansy if they can sleep in here with me until you get back?"

"Okay, Viv." I hear his smile in his words before his lips are pressing to my forehead for a second. "Goodnight, baby."

"G'night." I mumble.

He steps to the door and switches the light off before stepping out.

He hadn't been that affectionate since we got married.

I blamed it on the fact it on the fact that he'd "sobered" up to focus on the album and kicked heroin.

He'd gotten back on freebase, yeah, but cocaine, in any form, never made him mean or vindictive.

He would hallucinate and get scared, but he wasn't consciously mean for no reason.

Heroin, however, turned him into the devil, and by that point in his addiction he functioned better on heroin, than not, because without it in his system he just couldn't think of anything else other than getting a fix and if you weren't apart of his aid for a fix, you weren't worth his time and he let you know.

So I thought he had kicked his heroin habit for the most part because he was being nicer than usual to me but oh, no.

He felt guilty for cheating on me so he compensated by not being an asshole to me as much--yet.

It makes sense to me, now. I'd feel like shit, too, if I were telling my mistress I was going to leave my wife for her because my wife was "suffocating" and "draining the life" out of me.

Which translates to, "I'm leaving my wife because she doesn't like or contribute to my addiction."

Christmas came and Jason was Nikki's Santa Claus.

Then came New Years...which winded up being near death experience number one of two involving my safety at the hands of Sikki.

Sharise, Skylar and I pull into the driveway in Sharise's car, and she's putting it in park as I grab my few shopping bags.

"Thank you for getting me out of the house." I tell her, unbuckling.

"No problem." She replies.

"Bye-bye, Sky." I say, waving to the baby tucked safely in her carseat with her fist in her mouth, leaning closer to her to press a kiss to the bottom of her foot, causing her to smile and kick a little. "Bye, Sharise." I add, giving her a hug as best as I can.

"Bye, Viv."

"Call me when you get home to me know you got back safe."

"I will. Love you." She calls before I close the door.

"Love you, too." I shut the door with my bags in hand and step to the front door, fiddling with my keys.

Just as I step inside, I furrow my brows at the sound of Rabid dog fight, until I realize it's Nikki screaming.

"You're not making any fucking sense so just shut the fuck up!" He yells and I start cautiously walking to our bedroom, putting my ear to the door, hearing a woman crying. "Stop whining and just go fuck yourself! Fuck you! Fuck Jesus and get the fuck outta my house!" He barks louder and the door is flying open and I'm met with a distraught, jittery Vanity, who's eyes are wide as can be, and the smell of burnt cocaine nearly knocks me to the floor.

She stumbles past me and out the front door, barefoot, and I'm dropping my things to go check on her.

"Hey, do you need me to call you a cab or your driver?" I ask her as she continues to walk to our gate at the end of the driveway.

"N-No, I got it." She assures me, shakily, and I feel like I'm looking at a beaten puppy.

"Vanity, I can call someone to take you back home. It's a long way from here." I try to persuade her but she keeps shaking her head.

"I'm fi...fine, Viv, I promise." She insists.

"Do you at least want your shoes?" I ask, my thumb pointing in the direction of our house.

"No, I'm fine." She wipes her tear stained cheeks frantically. "I'll get them later."

She turns to keep walking but I look down at her feet that are only covered by her thin black stockings, then down at my shoes.

"Vanity, here." I pull my sneakers off and she watches me, her eyes struggling to keep focus as I crouch down and put them on her feet, tying them in a double knot so they won't come untied and trip her up. "You can just give them back whenever you can." I add and she gives me a nod.

I step back into the house, and don't even bother Nikki.

I don't feel like putting up with his nasty attitude.

A few hours later, I hear the bedroom door open, and he's slowly coming into the living room, turning on the T.V. and flipping it to MTV.

"Vanity was here." I say to him, turning a page in my book, as more of a statement than a question and he just stares at the television. "I don't like when she's here while I'm not around. I always come home to you two coked out and fighting. It scares me." I tell him.

"I dont know why." He mumbles and I roll my jaw.

"Because when you freebase you always end up waving a gun around." I state. "I'd hate to be the woman married to the murderer of Vanity."

"If you knew the whole story you wouldn't care if she died or not." He scoffs to himself and I furrow my brows.

"Well, then, what's the whole story?" I ask, putting the book down and he sighs out, shaking his head a little.

"She just picks fights. She likes to pick fights with me." He says and I rub my lips together.

"Well, damn, Nikki, I do that. That doesn't mean you scream at her like you do to me." I take up for her and he rolls his eyes.

"Vivian, I'm not arguing with you so just shut up." He tells me, tiredly.

"Are you back on junk?" I ask next and he let's out a heavy breath.

"Vivian." He snaps, glaring at me. "Drop it."

"I take that as a 'yes'." I mumble.

"Why the hell do you not stop when I ask you to?" He asks me sharply.

"I'll stop picking at you when you want me to, when you stop the drugs when I ask you to."

"And this is why I liked you better a few years ago because you kept your fucking mouth shut unless I wanted it open." He stands up, walking away.

"Yes, because me keeping my mouth shut out of fear of my significant other was so much better than feeling comfortable enough to voice my concerns for you." I trail behind him as he steps to the kitchen and grabs a beer from the fridge. "Nikki," I breathe out and he ignores me, causing me to cringe as he cracks open the beer bottle lid with his teeth, and before he can spit it in the floor, I'm plucking it from between his teeth. "I'm not trying to be a bitch or piss on your parade." I tell him, softly, throwing the lid away as he takes a swig of the beer, leaning against the counter. "I'm worried about you. Our friends are worried about you. Doc is worried about you."

"Doc's only worried about me because the office is on his back because I'm apart of the label's money train and if they lose me, they lose Mötley Crüe, and all the money we bring in." He states.

I feel bad, because it's true.

"I'm fine, Viv." He lies as he puts on a fake smirk that tries to tell me he has it under control, but it's really telling me he needs help...even if he doesn't realize he does.

He puts his beer on the counter beside him before pulling at my hand, tugging me to him, wrapping his arms around me and I hold him with my arms around his waist, looking up at him, trying not to gag because he smells like straight cocaine and sweat.

"I wanna write a song about you for the album." He tells me, his hand running through my hair.

"Are you being serious or deflecting from the fact I'm not very happy with you right now?" I ask, raising a brow.

"If I wanted to deflect anything I'd just bend you over and go to town." He shrugs and I cut my eyes at him.

He licks his lips before leaning down, but I put my hand over his mouth, stopping him from kissing me.

"After you get a shower and brush your teeth."

I'd hoped his spat with Vanity was the last for the day.

I shouldn't have thought that highly of him to only have one freebase session.

The house is pitch dark, not even the lamp in the living room is on.

Nikki must've cut it off when he went back to our bedroom.

I ended up falling asleep as he was taking a shower, and he didn't bother to wake me up when he was done.

I wait for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, padding over the fluffy carpet of our living room after I get off the couch and stretch.

My hands carefully feel around to make sure I don't run into anything while my feet make slow, deliberate steps.

I get to the door of our room, that isn't locked, surprisingly, and I turn the door knob.

It lets out an eerie, growling "creak" as it opens and I smell bitter drugs and hear heavy, loud breathing coming from the closet, gasps escaping between each breath as Nikki scrambles around.

I can't see anything but the very faint glow of a small tea candle in the closet that he's using to see what he does, but I know he's in there.

I take one step into our room, and a wail of the deepest fear cracks through the air before a booming gun shot chases after it.

I'm hitting the floor as fast as I can, screaming as my ears ache from the noise as he just starts shooting repeatedly, and the house shakes, my only chance of protection is getting under the bed and I rush to get there, covering my ears as my spine paralyzes with fear and more shots fire out. I hear things in our house breaking and shattering from buckshot that flies through the open doorway as Nikki is shouting "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" with raw tears in his voice.

I keep a hand over my mouth to keep from crying too loud or else he'll open fire in this direction and keep his aim low.

I don't know if I'm hit or not, I'm scared to move around a little just to see, because he'll hear me shifting around on the carpet.

He thinks something is attacking him, he isn't thinking about it being me.

I wait for several minutes, trying not to breathe loud.

Thinking he's settled down, I shift from under the bed as quietly as I possibly can.

My ankle pops with my movement, and I immediately know I've fucked up the second he starts up again, and I feel the pressure of a smatter of shrapnel grip to my thigh and I fall on the ground, my instincts kicking in to get the hell away.

This time I crawl out of our room until I'm tucked behind the wall that leads to the living room then I'm standing and tripping over things in the floor to get to the phone in the living room, praying to God that Nikki doesn't get ballsy and get out of the closet to try to chase whatever he's hallucinating that I am, out of the house with more shots.

I'm turning on the lamp and dialing my emergency number before turning the lamp off and dragging myself to the christmas tree in the corner, holding the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" Fred croaks tiredly.

"Fred..." I whisper.

"Viv? Why the fuck are you whispering?"

"N-Nikki's got a gun." I say as calmly as I can, another "BOOM" zipping through the house and I put my hand over my mouth to keep myself from screaming.

"Vivian, what the hell is going on?!" I can tell the sound of a gun has woken him up as panic fills his voice.

"He's got a gun, he's hallucinating, I got hit with some buckshot but I don't know how much." I very quietly say. "Don't call the cops. He'll get in trouble." I add, taking deep breaths as the pain starts to set in.

"Viv, I'm coming, alright? I'm coming, get somewhere and get still. I'm coming." He promises.

"Please, hurry, Fred, I'm scared." I plead under my breath, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"I'm coming, I promise. I'm hurrying. I promise." He hangs up and a wave of quiet sobs rocks through my body, my eyes squeezing closed as I beg God to let Nikki come down.

I just got a sprinkling of metal pellets from the shell that the majority missed me, and it was in the side of my thigh, but I felt like satan had dug his nails into my leg, down to the bone.

By the time Fred's unlocking our door, and switching on the light, a angry look on his face as he has his pistol out, he heads to our bedroom before coming to me.

"He's out cold." He tells me, turning on the other light over the living room. "Holy fuck, Viv." He says and I look down at my thigh, fear gripping at my heart and I start crying.

My skin is torn to shreds, deep, black tails of metal are deep in my flesh and I'm bleeding everywhere.

"Alright, we gotta get you to the hospital." He tells me, scooping me up and my heart pounds.

"Is Nikki gonna be in trouble?" I ask him frantically, starting to get more and more worked up.

"We don't have to tell them how this happened, Vivian. You probably need fucking surgery to get that shit out of you or you're fucked. You don't have a choice." He states, carrying me out to his car.

Turns out buckshot is more brutal than I expected. I was rushed into surgery while Fred contacted Doc, and he got ahold of the guys before going to see notify Nikki he had shot his fucking wife.

Once I was finally out of surgery, they were pumping me full of morphine to ease the pain of my shredded thigh because they had to cut into more of me to dig around to get all the metal out.

"I want a divorce." I mumble to the sound of Doc and Fred talking quietly amongst themselves, as I come to, but keep my eyes shut.

"How're you feeling?" Doc asks me and I force my eyes open, squinting through my sleep.

"My husband just tried to fucking kill me. I'm not okay." I grumble, trying to sit up in the bed, expecting to feel the pain I felt before surgery from my thigh, but I don't feel anything.

I barely feel my emotions. "Am I drugged?" I ask them tiredly, glancing up at the IV drip they have me on.

Fred and Doc don't say anything, just observing my experience with the first strong drug I've been in contact with.

I lean back, actually relieved that I truly don't give a shit about anything right now.

"I get it, now." I scoff, closing my eyes.

"Vivian--"

"Did I hear Duff, earlier?" I cut Doc short. "Or was I dreaming?"

I recall hearing Duff slurring "where's he fucking at? I'll fucking kill the motherfucker? Where's he fucking at?" but can't decide if I was dreaming or if he was actually here at some point.

"He's in the waiting room with Steven and Slash." Doc informs me. "We had to get him calmed down before he got himself kicked out."

"He wants to kick Sixx's ass." Fred informs me and I smile a little to myself.

"I wanna kick Sixx's ass, too." I agree. "Go get them. I feel like I'm about to fall asleep again and I wanna see them before I go."

"Alright." Fred stands up and steps out of the room.

"The bullshit has got to stop, Doc." I tell him, hoarsely. "The heroin. The coke. The alcohol. All of it. I'm getting tired of fighting." I admit and he let's out a breath.

"I know, Viv."

"I'm so tired."

"When we get you out of here, I'll talk to him."

"Does he know where I'm at?"

"I tried to wake him up and tell him but he was too doped on smack." He explains.

"He told me he wasn't on smack anymore." I say, finding it weird that I know I feel sad, but unable to feel the weight behind the emotion.

Before he can reply, the knocking on the door signals Duff's arrival as he slowly opens it.

"Hey!" I greet him as cheerfully as I can, my eyes barely able to keep open.

"Hey, Viv." He tries to play off his feelings but I can tell he's been worried. "Uh, Slash and Steven had to head home but they're coming later on." He adds. "No, it's okay, you're here. That's all I cared about." My cold hand reaches out for his hand and he's taking it.

"I'll leave you two alone for a little." Doc tells us. "I'll see if I can reach Tommy and Vince, now."

He leaves us alone and Duff's rubbing his lips together.

"You've been drinking." I say with lack of filter.

"Yeah, I was out partying." He tries to play it off with a smile.

"I was, too." I reply, grinning lazily and he let's out a soft breath. "Oh, come on, if I can't joke about getting shot, I'll cry and I'm tired of crying so just humor me."

"I think I've been humoring you the past year, Vivian. Every time you've sworn he was gonna change." He says a little more seriously.

"He didn't mean to do this, Duff. He didn't. He gets high, and he gets scared, and he thinks something's after him."

"Fred told me if you would have been hit with the brunt of the shot, your leg would have been useless, Viv."

"But I didn't." I argue softly, a tear trailing down my cheek. "God keeps me safe."

"I don't think God wants you staying in a relationship with someone who fucking puts the life he gave you, in danger." He states.

"Do you even believe in God?" I completely belittle what he just said. "Because if not, it's in your best interest not to speak on His behalf." I finish.

"How the fuck are you so argumentative when you're on morphine?" He asks, managing to bury the argument that was brewing.

"I don't fucking know I'm just tired." I let out.

"I can go, I just needed to see you were--"

"--Can you sleep with me?" I ask him out of nowhere.

"I don't want to piss anybody off." He tells me, but I know he really means, "I don't want to risk Nikki finding out and getting the wrong idea."

"My ass is hanging out of this gown, thigh looks like a fucking piranha got a hold of it, and I've had to use the bathroom in front of a nurse so she can monitor the consistency of my shit. I feel violated in every sense. I don't give a fuck what people think of my best friend sleeping in the bed with me for comfort's sake."

"Scoot over." He says, and I gently move the best I can to make room for him.

He gets in next to me, lifting his arm to rest above his head so I can lay beside him comfortably, and before long, his soft snoring brings a peaceful blanket of serenity and wraps it around me as I give into the drugs in my system pulling me into a sleep so I can help myself heal.

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