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hotpinkhoshi · 5 years

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the pact (1)

pairing: jinyoung x reader

genre: romance, smut, a lil angst

warnings: sexual content, cursing, alcohol, cliche fwb to lovers, fuckboy!jb

word count: 6.5k

summary: you desperately need to get over your decade-long crush on lim jaebeom, and your close friend jinyoung needs to get over his ex—so the two of you make an arrangement: just sex, no feelings. what could go wrong?

A/N: this is the first fic i’ve posted in yearrsssss so please be kind! also, if there are any weird formatting issues please let me know, i had a hell of a time posting this and mostly could only edit on my ipad so it’s been rough. hopefully it looks normal on both the app and desktop website but if it doesn’t, send me a message!

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This was not how movie night was supposed to have gone.

You’d had a rough day at work, only looking forward to one thing all day—having all your friends over for your monthly movie night that inevitably always ended up as a mess. Your co-worker, Yugyeom, and his best friend Bambam were usually the culprits, turning every movie into a drinking game. You’d come to expect it after the third time you’d had to push Bam out before he puked on your carpet.

Your two bedroom apartment was barely big enough for you, your roommate, and your four closest guy friends, but you made it work every month and it was just what you’d needed tonight after the day you’d had.

It wasn’t usually difficult work managing a bookstore, but this week had been one of your lowest yet with sales, and you’d had to field multiple customer complaints as well as employee drama. It’d been enough to build tension in your shoulders and make you especially thirsty for Yugyeom’s special sodas—three parts alcohol, one part Sprite.

It didn’t help that you’d just seen your longtime crush, Jaebeom, post on his Instagram story that he was out with a mystery girl you didn’t recognize but had everything you didn’t. Stylish clothes, ridiculous curves, natural beauty, and most importantly, she had Jaebeom.

You’d been pining after Jaebeom for as long as you could remember—since you were in middle school with him and Jinyoung, at least. You’d had a decent amount of boyfriends in the ten years that had passed since then, yet you couldn’t shake your infatuation.

To make your infatuation even worse, three weeks ago, you’d been out with the guys and when you ran into Jaebeom, he was three shots deep and you ended up making out with him in the men’s bathroom. It wasn’t quite the romantic encounter you’d built up in your head, but still. He had a way of kissing you that made you feel like maybe he’d been wanting you just as badly this entire time. But then that was it—besides a couple of random text messages, you’d barely spoken to him since then.

So you’d gone a little overboard and ended up on the kitchen floor, your head resting on your roommate Sana’s lap while Transformers played in the living room and the boys argued over autobots and decepticons.

“I just—he texted me last week, I told you, right? He asked what I was doing, but it was two in the morning so I didn’t see it until I woke up...”

Sana stroked your hair and let out an exasperated sigh. “You want me to be honest with you, right?”

“Yes, please.”

“Jaebeom is a textbook fuckboy. He texted you because he was horny and his other playthings probably ignored him, so you were likely the first female’s name that he saw while scrolling through his contacts.”

It was a harsh truth, but deep down you knew she was right. Still, it wasn’t so easy to just brush it off and forget about it. You couldn’t help wondering what exactly was wrong with you, why you weren’t good enough for him. Sure, you were a little bookish, and you weren’t skilled in the art of seduction, but he had kissed you. That meant something, didn’t it?

“Besides, I don’t even get why you like him so much. He doesn’t even have a real job—“

You interrupted, “He’s a musician!”

“—I said a real job. He’s not a musician, he’s a DJ that sometimes posts half assed thirty second clips on Soundcloud with vaguely sexual titles.”

You pouted, knowing that she was right, and buried your face into her lap. “But he’s so pretty,” you whined.

Sana rubbed your back like the good best friend she was. “I know, Y/N. I know. But he’s a scumbag, and there are better guys out there. Like, millions of them. He’s not worth laying on your kitchen floor crying over.”

“Who’s she crying over?”

You lifted your head to see Jinyoung standing in the kitchen doorway with the empty bowl of popcorn. Sighing, you pulled yourself up from the floor and slumped against the counter. “Is Jaebeom dating someone?”

Jinyoung raised an eyebrow and set down the popcorn bowl, then grabbed a fresh beer out of the fridge. “How should I know?”

“I don’t know, you’ve known him forever,” you replied with a shrug. “Don’t guys like, tell each other that stuff?”

“No,” Jinyoung answered with a snort. “We say, ‘hey, what’s up, man? How’s life?’ And then we give a noncommittal response, say we should grab a drink sometime to catch up, and then we never do.”

You pursed your lips together, crossing your arms. “Well, he posted one of those mirror selfies with some girl I’ve never seen before. The caption was ‘late night with bae’.”

You were saved a snarky response from Sana when there was a sudden raise in the volume in the living room, indicating the guys were getting out of hand again. Someone was yelling about spilled soju and Bambam was making noise simply to make noise, it seemed.

“If they stained the couch, I’m going to kill them,” she muttered before huffing off, prepared to put her foot down and wrangle the boys back to a reasonable sound level. Your neighbors had already called the landlord last week when Jackson stood out on the balcony belting out Boyz II Men at passing men and women.

While Jinyoung rinsed out the popcorn bowl, you scrutinized him. He was an acceptable man, right? He had a steady job at a publishing house, he was polite, kind, and made you laugh. He always surprised you with advanced copies of your most anticipated reads and he was probably the source of half the sales at your store. And yet, there were no butterflies when you looked at him. Not like there were when you saw Jaebeom.

But he was attractive, objectively. Jackson had told you the last time you’d bothered him for advice that the best way to get over someone was to get under someone new. And sex didn’t always have to mean anything between friends...

“Why are you staring?” Jinyoung asked when he finally noticed you were practically studying him.

You shook your head quickly. “Nothing.”

After grabbing a water bottle to sober up, you headed back into the living room to finish watching the movie. Clearly this train of thought was the result of too many special sodas, considering you’d never once in your life looked at Jinyoung as more than a close friend. It had always been about Jaebeom for you.

Besides, he’d dated Yeri for five years. Two of those were long distance while she studied in the states, and they’d broken up just a couple of months ago not long after she returned. Maybe that was why you’d never seen him as an option.

Two hours later, Bambam and Yugyeom had abandoned your movie night after being invited out to a new club by some pretty girls. It was predictable at this point, and you’d rather have them getting smashed out on the streets than in your apartment.

Sana had left you, Jackson, and Jinyoung with the task of cleaning up fallen popcorn and throwing away the many empty bottles scattered throughout the apartment. She’d cleaned up last month, it was your turn this time.

You felt almost sober by the time everything was cleaned up and Jackson left to meet up with the other boys, unable to resist a night out. By the time you collapsed onto the couch and switched the TV off, the only remains of your alcohol was the heaviness in your limbs.

Jinyoung dropped onto the couch next to you, propping his feet up on the coffee table. “Tired?” he asked you, brows raised.

“A little.” You shrugged and pulled your legs onto the couch underneath of you, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Mostly just exhausted from the week. I think it’s just now hitting me.”

“Mm,” he agreed, letting his head fall back against the back of the couch. “Me too. Tonight’s the first time I got to leave the office before eight o’clock.”

You scoffed, shaking your head at him. “You work too hard.”

Jinyoung chuckled. “I like my job. I enjoy the work, most of the time. Keeps my mind occupied.”

That, you understood. You’d always been one to ignore your life’s problems by throwing yourself into work, and you knew it was one of the reasons you’d never had a successful relationship and found it hard to keep friends outside of the circle you’d always had.

Or, there could have been one other reason you hadn’t ever been able to stay with one person for too long—Jaebeom. As pathetic as it sounded, you’d always compared other guys to him, and they fell short every time.

You caught your mind wandering to him yet again and mentally slapped yourself. That was it, you had to find a way to forget about him. Once and for all.

“How did you get over Yeri?” You asked, somewhat abruptly. It caught Jinyoung off guard, you could tell. He’d been broken up with her for almost two months now, and hadn’t mentioned her in almost as long.

Jinyoung furrowed his eyebrows, chewing at his lip for a moment as if carefully choosing his words. “I don’t— I mean, maybe I’m not. Over her.”

Now it was your turn to be surprised. “You’re not? But it’s been two months, and I just kind of figured...”

He shrugged. “Some days are better than others. But every now and then, I feel like... like I’m still waiting for her to come back, and my whole life is on pause until she does.”

As far as you knew, Yeri had been the one to end things. Jinyoung was just too busy with work, he stayed late almost every night and she’d gotten tired of trying to schedule quality time with him weeks in advance. At least, that was as much as Jackson had told you.

You had no idea it would still be weighing on him, though. Jinyoung, of all people, was rarely shaken by anything. Always calm, calculated, and steady. No matter how long you’d known him, this was possibly the most he’d ever opened up to you.

“Sana thinks I need to get over my crush on Jaebeom,” you said as a slight change in subject, mostly because you had no experience in comforting Jinyoung and couldn’t begin to think of a proper response. “You know, for good.”

“You do,” Jinyoung responded with a light chuckle. “You’ve been obsessing over him since we were teenagers, and I have no idea why.”

You propped your sock covered feet on the coffee table, tipping your head back against the couch. “I don’t really know, either. I guess I just always thought... he’d settle down and want something serious, you know? He’d be done with the partying, the one night stands, the DJing, and he’d want...”

Trailing off, you chose not to finish the sentence because it was just too pathetic to say out loud. He’d want me.

Jinyoung was silent for a while before he leaned his shoulder into yours, a subtle gesture of comfort. “You deserve a lot better than him.”

When you were silent in response, Jinyoung nudged you again, more firmly this time. “Hey, you believe me, right? Don’t waste your worries on him, Y/N. There really are millions of better guys out there.”

Truthfully, you wanted to believe Jinyoung but there was still that nagging voice at the back of your head. Every relationship you’d ever had, and there weren’t many, had ended terribly. You’d been cheated on, lied to, and straight up ghosted. It was hard not to think maybe you were the problem.

You weren’t the most beautiful girl out there, you’d accepted that long ago. Not that you were hideous, but you knew there wasn’t much about your appearance that stood out to the average passerby. Looks weren’t everything, but they were still important.

“Would you have sex with me?” You blurted, realizing maybe you weren’t so sober after all. “I mean, hypothetically?”

Jinyoung’s eyes widened and he stifled a cough, looking at you like you had two heads. “Sorry?”

“I mean,” you cleared your throat and stood up in front of him. Long sweater, leggings, faded makeup and all. “You’re a guy. If you saw me at a bar, or just walking on the street. Would you want to have sex with me?”

The tips of Jinyoung’s ears instantly turned a deep shade of pink and it looked for a moment as if he was trying to keep his eyes anywhere except your body. “I—“ he shook his head, then finally made eye contact with you. “Yes.”

It was a new feeling, seeing Jinyoung flustered like this. It didn’t happen often, but you had to bite your lip to keep from grinning. It occurred to you, suddenly, that Jackson might have been onto something.

“Do you want to... now?” You asked, faking confidence. Sex between friends didn’t have to mean anything, and you both had people you needed to get over. It made sense, at the end of the day. And you trusted him, you realized—a lot.

“Stop being ridiculous,” Jinyoung replied, shaking his head once more. “Why are you asking this right now?”

You took a deep breath. “You want to get over Yeri. I want to get over Jaebeom. It makes sense, right? We’re adults, we’re friends, and it wouldn’t be anything more than physical. Whenever we need to let off some steam or get our minds off of them, we can help each other.”

He looked away again, but you could tell with the way his jaw worked that he was considering it. Still, maybe he was the wrong person to ask. Jinyoung had never had casual sex, at least not that you knew of. He was a serious relationship kind of guy. You may have been better off asking one of the other guys.

“Okay.”

When he answered, your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Really?”

“You might have a point,” Jinyoung admitted. “Part of the reason I can’t get over Yeri is because she’s the only girl I’ve ever been with. Memories of her are everywhere. But maybe,” he sighed, running his tongue over his lips. “Maybe we could make some new ones.”

The corner of your lip quirked up and you felt the satisfaction of winning, which truly didn’t happen often with Jinyoung. He was one of the most stubborn people you’d ever known, always having a comeback or a way to turn it around in his own favor.

“So...” you started, trying to hide your fidgeting fingers in the sleeves of your sweater. You decided to just go for it, lowering yourself onto the couch with your knees on either side of Jinyoung’s hips.

It felt awkward. This was your childhood friend, and you were about to have sex with him with absolutely no feelings involved. But as you settled onto his lap and he slid his hands up your thighs, you began to relax.

“So,” Jinyoung repeated, gripping your waist under your sweater. His hands were big and warm, and you instantly felt safe in his grasp. “I’m going to kiss you now. Is that okay?”

When you nodded, Jinyoung leaned in slowly and carefully until his lips just barely brushed yours. He was gentle at first, until you tilted your head and kissed him back, your hands resting experimentally against his solid chest.

To be honest, it wasn’t bad. Jinyoung’s lips were soft and plump, and he kissed politely, waiting for permission to deepen it further.

So you gave it to him, sliding your arms around his neck and bringing your body flush against his, allowing his tongue entrance into your mouth. The two of you kissed until you were breathless, and you silently thanked the gods that Sana was a deep sleeper and there was little to no chance she’d walk in on you with your tongue down Jinyoung’s throat.

As polite as Jinyoung was, he didn’t hesitate to trace his hands up your bare sides, leaving goosebumps in his wake. It had been so long since you’d been touched like this, you’d forgotten how good it felt to be pressed up against a warm body, both of you desperately trying to get closer.

Even though he’d agreed to sleep with you, for some reason you were still surprised when you felt him harden underneath you. Part of you had been expecting him to end up repulsed or chicken out.

Something about the way he felt underneath of you had you rolling your hips into his, the obvious bulge in his pants pressing between your thighs just right. You let out a breathy moan into the kiss and Jinyoung pulled you down against him more firmly, one of his hands slipping down between your legs to rub you through your leggings.

A surprised moan slipped out and Jinyoung pulled away abruptly, his eyes searching your face for any sign of discomfort. “Is that okay?”

You nodded quickly, grabbing his wrist and pressing his fingers back against your clit, sending warmth throughout your entire body. “Feels good,” you whispered, and you swore you felt Jinyoung’s cock twitch in his jeans.

“Bedroom?” Jinyoung asked, his fingers still drawing slow circles that were starting to make your brain fuzzy.

“Please,” you responded, and before you could make a move to stand up, Jinyoung was grabbing your thighs and wrapping them around his waist, lifting you from the couch like you weighed nothing. When had he gotten so strong?

He somehow got you to the bedroom smoothly, only stopping once to press you into the hallway and scatter kisses across your neck. Then he finally set you down after shutting your bedroom door behind you and you took the opportunity to lift his shirt up over his head.

You knew Jinyoung worked out regularly, but you had no idea he looked like that under his clothes. A firm chest, wide shoulders, and an actual six pack. If you’d known he was this ripped, maybe you would’ve tried to make this arrangement sooner.

“Seriously?” You asked, running your fingers down the lines of his abs. “Have you always looked like this?”

Jinyoung’s ears flushed again. “You know I like exercising. What did you expect?”

Shrugging, you settled your hands at his belt and ran your fingers along the metal of the buckle. “I don’t know. Now I’m a little scared to take your pants off, I mean, what have you got hiding there?”

He cringed, grabbing your hips and pulling you against him once more. “Oh, god. Please never say that again.”

Your giggle was cut off by Jinyoung’s lips pressing into yours again. This time the kiss was more heated, wet and punctuated by little nips to your lower lip. When he finally rid you of your sweater, you were so turned on you forgot to be insecure about him seeing your body for the first time.

Jinyoung laid you down on the bed, cradling his hand behind your head as it hit the pillows. His lips were on your collarbone in an instant and you slid your fingers through the soft strands of his hair, tugging in appreciation when he started sucking a hickey into your skin.

Tracing your sides with his fingertips once more, Jinyoung squeezed your hips and pulled back, sitting back on his heels to look down at you. His eyes raked your body from your face down to your waist, to where your legs were spread for him to lay between.

“Should we—“ Jinyoung swallowed, rubbing his thumbs into your hips. “Should we make some ground rules?”

It was fitting that he would be the one to suggest boundaries, but he had a point. Just because you trusted him and were both aware that it would be just sex, no feelings, didn’t mean it couldn’t get messy.

“Good idea,” you breathed, pushing hair out of your face. You’d never done this before, you didn’t even know where to start.

“Honesty,” Jinyoung started, his face looking quite serious despite the fact that he had a massive bulge in his jeans and he was naked from the waist up. “We tell each other what’s working, what’s not... what feels good, what doesn’t.”

Nodding, you agreed, “And, we have to tell each other if we start sleeping with someone else.”

“Or if we start to fall in love,” Jinyoung said, catching you off guard. Love? It hadn’t even crossed your mind.

He seemed to catch himself and cleared his throat, and you tried to ignore the adorable blush that was creeping onto the apples of his cheeks. “No feelings, right?”

You held your hand out. “Deal.”

Jinyoung smirked, then reached his hand out to clasp yours, shaking it just once. “Deal. Want me to eat you out now?”

You coughed in surprise. Was he always this forward with girls? If so, what was Yeri thinking walking away from him like that?

When you realized he wasn’t kidding, not even a little, as his hands played with the waistband of your leggings, you nodded once. “Okay. But I’m not—I wasn’t really expecting anyone to see me naked...”

Though you knew there was no good reason to be insecure, it was just Jinyoung, you squirmed your hips regardless when Jinyoung started to remove your leggings. “You want me to be honest?” He asked, tossing the ball of fabric behind him once you were left in just your bra and underwear.

“That’s the idea, right?”

“Right.” He scooted down the bed and laid between your legs, his shoulders nudging your knees apart to give him more room. “I don’t care. Most guys don’t. Besides, the underwear is cute.”

Blushing, you turned your face towards the pillow. You vaguely remembered mindlessly picking out a pair of snowmen underwear, simple cotton hipsters that were far from seductive. Though he said he didn’t care, you couldn’t help the knot of embarrassment in your stomach.

“Shut up.” You chewed your lip, then lifted your head to look down at him. “Guys really don’t care? About... what it looks like down there?”

Jinyoung held back another chuckle. “No. You care way more than we do, apparently. At the end of the day, if it’s the right guy, we just want to be inside of you. And if it’s really the right guy, we just want to make you feel good. Nothing else matters.”

It relieved some of your anxiety, but you still couldn’t look at his face as he pulled your underwear down your legs and tossed them to the floor. You trusted him, more than most guys you’d ever met, but he was about to get closer to you than even some of the men you’d slept with.

“Relax,” Jinyoung whispered and you conceded, laying your head back against the pillows and closing your eyes. “Tell me if you want to stop, okay?”

You nodded, tapping your hands awkwardly against the covers until you felt his fingers intertwine yours, holding them against the bed next to your hips.

He started slow. Kissing your thighs, building it up, getting closer and closer to your heat before finally, he licked one single strip from your entrance up to your clit. You whimpered involuntarily, not realizing how sensitive you’d be.

How long had it been, anyway? At least six months since the last time you’d had sex, and much longer since you’d had a man’s face between your thighs.

Then he locked his lips around your clit, alternating between flicking his tongue and sucking, until you were squeezing his hands so hard you were sure you left nail marks in his skin. You had to remind yourself Sana was just a couple of rooms over, and though she was a deep sleeper she’d most definitely wake up to you moaning at the top of your lungs.

“Faster,” you told him, still unable to open your eyes but he listened immediately, quickening the pace of his tongue against your clit. You whined breathlessly, hips lifting in an attempt to just feel more.

Jinyoung let go of one of your hands only to slide it down to meet just underneath his chin, taking the wetness that had gathered on two of his fingers before slowly inching them inside of you.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, moving your now free hand to clamp onto the back of Jinyoung’s head, fingers tangling in his hair. “Deep. Deeper, with your fingers,” you told him, words rushing together because you felt like you were going a little bit insane.

So he obeyed, pushing his fingers through your walls until he couldn’t go any further. He let you adjust, then began a slow, delicious pace inside of you. You could feel sweat pooling in your collarbone just from the heat Jinyoung was making you feel.

“Pull my hair,” Jinyoung whispered, and you didn’t have time to question it before you were doing as he said. He moaned into your clit and you arched your back, your mouth gaping open just as you remembered you needed to stay quiet.

He knew what he was doing, you could tell that much. Not only that, he enjoyed it. You could tell just from the quiet groans he’d let out when you clenched your walls around his fingers, like he was getting as much pleasure from this as you were.

“J-Jinyoung,” you stuttered, feeling the pressure start to build in your belly, your toes beginning to curl. He stared up at you, mouth still buried into your pussy. “I’m... I’m close, but I—“ you groaned. “I want you. Please.”

Within a second, Jinyoung was slipping his fingers from your folds, popping them into his mouth to get a taste and using his other hand to undo his belt. He worked fast, pushing his jeans down his thighs and kicking them off the bed with his underwear.

“Nightstand,” you breathed, taking your opportunity to check him out, head to toe. His dick was pretty. And that was truly the first time you’d ever thought that about anyone. You shifted your hips on the bed, desperate to have him fill you up.

It was new to feel this needy, and for Jinyoung of all people. The guy you’d known since you were both in your awkward phase, scrawny limbs and terrible clothing. He’d seen you throw up on your own shoes, and you’d seen him dance to Backstreet Boys at your high school talent show.

And yet, here you were, naked and wet underneath of him as if none of that mattered.

Jinyoung shoved his hand into your nightstand drawer until he found the box of condoms, grabbing one and tossing the nearly full box to the floor in his haste to get inside of you. You watched as he rolled it on, and it finally hit you that this was happening. It was almost too late for either of you to change your minds.

“This is your last chance,” you said, finally looking up from his cock to his eyes. “If you want to stop, if you think it’s a bad idea—“

Jinyoung cut you off with his lips once more, his hand grabbing onto your thigh to hook it around his waist. “I’m not changing my mind. Are you?” He whispered against your lips and you felt him hard against your stomach.

“No,” you answered. “I want it.”

He pulled away and locked eyes with you, a smirk on his lips. “Oh yeah?” His tongue ran over his lower lip and he reached down, guiding his cock up your folds until the head nudged your clit. “I can tell.”

Even though he was clearly just as desperate, you blushed and pinched his arm. “Are you going to fuck me or what?”

Jinyoung’s eyes lit up and he chuckled, lowering his hips until you felt him at your entrance. “I had no idea you had such a dirty mouth on you.” He paused for a moment, making sure you were ready, then pushed inside of your heat.

While you’d just had his fingers inside of you, you would’ve never been able to tell with the way you squeezed around him. It was uncomfortable at first, but the feeling ebbed away quickly the more of him you took inside.

“Oh,” you breathed, and Jinyoung echoed your reaction with a groan.

“Tight,” he whispered, dropping his head down to your shoulder.

As soon as he’d filled you to the hilt, you couldn’t help the whimper that slipped from your lips. It was the best kind of stretch, putting every one of your nerves on edge. He stayed like that for a long moment, letting your walls adjust to his length.

When you couldn’t take it anymore, you shifted, tightening your leg around his waist. “Move. Please.”

Jinyoung’s movements were controlled and slow, but it was as if he knew all of the sensitive places in your body already. You gasped, your hands sliding up his back until they gripped tightly to his shoulder blades.

The way he fit inside of you felt incredible, and you weren’t sure it had ever felt quite like this, even with ex-boyfriends. Everywhere your body met with his felt like it was on fire, and as Jinyoung quickened his pace, you found it harder and harder to stay quiet.

His name fell from your lips over and over, and you could tell Jinyoung was holding back—when he lifted his head from your shoulder, his brows were knitted together in concentration. You slid your nails down his back, relishing in the way he shivered in response.

“God, you’re driving me insane,” he said, his voice low and strained. “Spread your legs more. Yeah, just like that.”

“Mm, faster,” you told him, clenching around him once he was all the way inside. “You don’t have to be gentle with me.”

“Fuck—“ Jinyoung groaned, hands squeezing the sheets where he held himself above you.

If someone had told you twelve hours ago that Jinyoung would have you covering your own mouth to muffle your moans while he drilled into you, you probably would have thought they were crazy. But here you were.

Jinyoung reached down, slipping his hand under your back to unhook your bra, pulling it off in one smooth movement. He cursed under his breath once you were exposed to him completely, breasts bouncing each time he filled you up.

“God,” he whispered, hand trailing down your chest until the tip of his index finger grazed over your nipple, a featherlight touch. You shivered, arching your back towards his hand. “Tell me what you like.”

Normally, it took you months to let your boyfriends know what you liked in bed and how you liked to be touched, but honesty was your number one rule in this agreement. There was no point in holding back.

“I like it deep, just like this,” you told him. Jinyoung seemed to just know already, or maybe that was how he liked it too. He was always the intense type, it made sense if it had transferred over to the bedroom. “I like it when you tell me how it feels, what you want to do.”

Your words were finished off by a moan that you were sure Sana could have heard if she weren’t asleep, and just the thrill of being caught was enough to send a wave of heat through your body.

When Jinyoung locked eyes with you, there was a hint of something new, like you’d unlocked a part of him that you’d never seen before. He smirked.

“Next time,” Jinyoung started, thrusting deep inside of you, “you won’t have to keep quiet. I’ll take you to my place, and when I’m inside of you, you can be as loud as you want.” His hand slid down your torso, over the sensitive skin of your stomach until it rested on your hip.

Next time. Just the idea of being with him again, though you probably wouldn’t admit it, excited you. It filled your mind with a flash of scenarios and possibilities, all the different ways he could make you feel good.

“Jinyoung, I—“ you moaned, biting hard onto your lip to silence yourself. Jinyoung brought his other hand to your mouth, thumbing your lip until you were forced to stop biting it.

“Would you like that?” he asked, the pace of his thrusts quickening. “Maybe I can bend you over the back of the couch, windows open for everyone to hear you crying out. Is that what you want?”

Your eyes squeezed shut, gasping as the mental image went straight between your legs where he filled you up so perfectly.

“Answer me.” His voice was deep but stern at your ear, and you knew his question was not rhetorical.

“Yes,” you replied, digging your nails into his back. “God, yes. Make me scream your name, Jinyoung.” And he almost did, as he attached his lips to your neck and bit down, teeth scraping against your tender skin just as he slammed inside of you.

You were close again, and you knew it wouldn’t take much more to send you tumbling over the edge. His thrusts were so deep and powerful that you knew you’d be aching tomorrow, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Can’t get enough,” he said, voice husky and low against your neck where you could tell he was working on marking you. He could’ve left the biggest, reddest hickey for all to see and you couldn’t have cared less right now. It didn’t even cross your mind that this was meant to be just between the two of you.

You whimpered when his hand drifted from your hip to the place where your bodies met. He placed his thumb right against your clit and pressed quick circles into your most sensitive spot, and you had to restrain yourself from moaning out.

Jinyoung must have sensed this, because he pulled away from your neck and stared down at you, slipping his opposite thumb into the wetness of your mouth. “Suck.”

If you weren’t close before, you were now. You wrapped your lips around his thumb and did as you were told, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking on Jinyoung’s digit as it rested on your tongue.

As his gaze locked on yours, you found yourself unable to look away. He commanded every bit of your attention, his eyes filled with desire and pleasure that you were responsible for. Your heart pounded in your chest, overwhelmed with need.

Although Jinyoung didn’t say a word, you could read it in his eyes—cum for me. He drew tight circles against your clit, his fast pace relentless inside of you. His stamina was something else, you thought to yourself. He didn’t even look mildly tired out.

You grabbed at Jinyoung’s wrist with your hands, needing something to grip onto but you also desperately needed to keep your mouth occupied so that you didn’t wake your roommate and the neighbors with your cries.

Then something snapped. The tension got to be too much and your orgasm crashed over you like a tsunami, causing your back to arch and your thighs to shake, caging Jinyoung’s waist in and slowing his movements.

He still fucked you through your high and kept his fingers moving until he was sure you had come down. Once he was, he brought a hand up to push your hair away from your face, pressing his lips into your forehead.

“Good girl,” he whispered and you sighed, your limbs finally relaxing in exhaustion. You would’ve never guessed that Jinyoung would be the one to give you what was possibly the best orgasm you’d had in years. Polite, calm, and serious Jinyoung. The same Jinyoung that could barely look you in the eye when you wore a bathing suit in front of him.

His climax wasn’t far away, you knew that much. And you were thankful too, because you were already starting to feel sore and overstimulated, and you weren’t sure how much more you could take.

You wrapped your arms around him, your fingertips gripping deep into his skin, undoubtedly leaving scratch marks down his back. It was only fair, you figured. You slipped one hand into his hair and tugged, harder than before.

“Shit,” Jinyoung moaned, his thrusts becoming less controlled and more shallow. You pulled his hair again, your nails scraping against his scalp, and that was it for him.

He pushed inside one last time, his cock so deep inside of you that you couldn’t help clenching your walls around him as he came. He was mostly silent save for one throaty groan into your neck, a sound you were sure you wouldn’t soon forget.

You felt him relax a long moment later and he slowly pulled back away from you, stroking the side of your face with his fingertips. “That was...”

All you could do was nod, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. “Yeah...” Your heart was still racing from your orgasm, but the haze of your desire was starting to fall away, reminding you of reality.

You’d just had sex with Jinyoung. One of your best friends. What would happen now? Would it be awkward from now on, now that you’d seen each other naked? You’d literally had him inside of you. Something told you it’d be difficult to come back from that.

Jinyoung finally pulled out of you a moment later to remove the condom and put it in the trash, and you were eternally grateful that you had the master bedroom with the attached bathroom. For one, you could watch his backside as he went to get a washcloth, and you also didn’t have to leave your bedroom until both of you were fully cleaned up.

You shifted on the bed while you waited for Jinyoung to return, trying to ease your worries. The two of you had been friends so long, you figured it would take more than one hook-up to ruin it all.

Once Jinyoung came back with a wet cloth and climbed onto the bed, you told yourself you’d worry about it tomorrow.

You both got cleaned up and while Jinyoung got dressed, you grabbed your robe and wrapped it around yourself so that you could walk him to the door. Both of your footsteps were as silent as possible, careful not to wake your roommate.

“Jinyoung,” you said, as he slipped his shoes back on.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks,” you whispered, chewing nervously at your lip. You didn’t quite know what you were thanking him for, but you felt the need to say it anyway. Some part of you felt so grateful to him that you couldn’t let him leave without making him aware.

Jinyoung’s lips quirked just a bit. “You too,” he tucked your disheveled hair behind your ear. “I’ll talk to you later, alright?”

You nodded. “Drive safe.”

The moment Jinyoung was out of the apartment, your body leaned limply against the door as you stared up at the ceiling. No, this was not how movie night was supposed to have gone.

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bxthharmon · 4 years

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Never Go Home Again, Pt. IV || JJ Maybank x Reader

Words: 3551

Series Warnings: violence / talking about abuse / toxic relationships / talking about nudes sex tapes and sex tapes / drugs / underage drinking

Pt. Warnings: drinking / violence / the murder of JJ’s favourite rooster :(

Series Summary: A new girl, a shoebox of old memories, a past she’s trying to forget coincide with a hotheaded, but selfless, boy. teenagers getting in way over their heads

Pt. Summary: JJ, JB and Y/N investigate Ms Lana, and Y/N’s dad brings up old memories.

A/N: This is wayyyyyy longer than I expected so... oops? I was gonna have all the chapters around the same length but? oh well??? Also, i need to stop posting in the middle of the night, (it’s past 3 am where i live), let me know if you want to be tagged!

Chapters linked in masterlist.

“masterlist”

“I don’t know, man.” JJ sighed, popping a beer open, “I really fucking like her, but I don’t wanna rush it, or mess it up. Like last night, we were on the beach, talking about constellations and shit, and I wanted to kiss her so bad, and I pussied out.”

“I’d say that’s sweet, but you literally just need to do it, bro.” John B laughed. “I mean, what happened to you being the impulsive one?”

“But it’s also like, she’s super open, telling me about, like, LA and her friends, but anytime her family or the reason for her moving is mentioned, she closes right up.”

“Dude, don’t push her - she’s not pushing you. She’ll open up, give her time.”

“I know, I know. But I think it’s serious - I found police papers in her moving stuff.”

“You snooped?”

“Nah, bro! I didn’t snoop.”

“But you went through her stuff?”

“Nah, I was helping her move.”

“So you haven’t looked through her stuff? At all? JJ, something about the face your making makes me think you snooped.”

“Okay so I found a shoebox-”

“You snooped?”

“I snooped. She has a box with like, pictures of her and her mom and shit.”

“And?”

“And her dad got full custody! Her mom’s still in LA!”

“What do you think it means?”

“I don’t know, might be to do with her parents divorce. Like I said, her dad got full custody, so it was definitely something fucked up.”

John B shrugged, “Sure. But I think you’re reading into it too much.”

“I’m not-”

“JJ, chill.” John B pulled up at your house. “Let’s just go get her.”

The pair hopped out of the VW, walking through the battered front garden. JJ knocked on your door. He expected you to answer - your dad was never home and you always seemed to be the one to answer, but this time, he was greeted by the sight of a man, who looked the scruffily dressed pair up and down. “How can I help?” he asked.

“Uh,” JJ glanced at John B, who shrugged, “We’re here for Y/N, we got plans.”

The man looked the pair of them up and down. “Are you JJ?” the man asked, and JJ nodded, swallowing thickly and trying to ignore the surprised eyebrow raised that came from John B.

“Oh my God! Dad!” they heard from upstairs, “Stop! You’re embarrassing me and I’m not even there!”

“Well, JJ,” your dad continued, “Don’t hurt her, she’s been through enough without you.”

JJ looked at John B as if to say ‘I told you so’.

“Dad!” you yelled again, running down the stairs, “Stop inviting people into my problems.” you pushed JJ and John B out of the doorway, turning back to your dad, “Jeez Dad, I’ll be back later, love you.”

“Love you too.” he watched you run to the Twinkie, climbing in the back after JJ.

“God, Jay, I am so sorry about him.” You rolled your eyes, “Ignore whatever he said.”

“It’s cool.” he grinned, “But how did he know my name?”

“Oh my God,” You groaned.

“Have you been talking to your Pops about me?” he mocked, and you buried your head in your hands.

You piled out of the car, walking towards the house.

“You know what this house looks like?” JJ asked, “Whoever lives here smokes too much weed.”

“So like yours then?” You joke, and he glares at you playfully.

As you approached, you could hear glasses smashing, and JJ put a protective arm in front of you, signalling for you to slow down.

“Bullshit!” you heard from in the house.

“Maybe we should come back.” JJ glanced at you, “It’s a little too soon.”

“No, no, shut up. Shut up, JJ.” John B shook his head, walking quietly towards the house, you and JJ close behind.

“Tell me where it is,” the voice from inside yelled again, “or I’ll fuck you up!”

You could hear Ms Lana crying, and wanted to puke.

“I’ll sink you in the fucking-” the voice was shut up by a load crash, the three of you ducking next to the window and Ms Lana screamed.

“Where the fuck is it, you bitch!”

“I don’t know!” came the wail, and JJ looked at the tears building up in your eyes.

“Is it here in the house?” the crashing continued. “Is it somewhere else?”

You could hear Ms Lana begging. JJ left your side to pull John B back from the window.

“You still think we should stay?” JJ asked, and you shushed him, smacking him lightly with the back of your hand.

“The compass wasn’t in the boat! Where is it Lana?”

“I don’t know!”

You could hear the sound of wood breaking and glass smashing, like Ms Lana was being thrown around. Chips of painting were falling all over you.

“Is that paint?” JJ asked, trying to shake it out of his hair.

“Yes, it’s paint.” John B hissed.

“Let’s get the hell out of here, man.” you heard footsteps leaving the house.

“We should just go,” JJ whispered as you and John B crept to the corner of the house, “He’s got smuggler-”

“Shut up!” you whisper-creamed, whipping around to face him, forcing him to take a step back.

John B pulled back from the corner as two guys left the door. You watched them leave on a boat.

“Those are the guys who shot at us.” You pointed out. Once they were gone, you followed John B into the house, feeling JJ pull at your hand, you ignored him.

“Ms Lana,” you called softly. You darted to her side, grabbing a first aid kit from the cabinet over the bath and rummaging through it for painkillers, offering her them as John B knelt beside you “Do you need a doctor?”

“Call the Sheriff's department.” John B told JJ.

“N-n-no cops,” She stuttered, “Please.”

“Mm, that’s not good. Let’s just go.” he pulled at your shoulder and you shrugged him off.

“You shouldn’t be here.” she cried as you looked her over for any serious injuries.

“That’s enough for me, come on.” JJ grabbed at John B’s shoulder again, and you rolled your eyes.

“Wait, wait,” John B pushed him off, “What do you know about those guys?”

“They were looking for something.”

John B pulled out the compass, “Does it have anything to do with this? Do you know anything about this? This is my father’s, and Scooter had it. Why?”

“Scooter didn’t have it, okay? Don’t tell anyone that you have that.”

“Come on.” JJ urged, again.

“Don’t let anyone know that you have that! They can’t know that you have that!”

“What do you know about the compass?”

“You gotta get out of here, you gotta go!”

“What do you know about the compass?”

“Go! Get out!”

The boys ran, and you were about to follow, when you turned back, kneeling down beside the sobbing woman again. “Ms. Lana, please, call us if you need anything.” She nodded feebly, and yous sighed again, kneeling beside her again, reciting your number to her, as she nodded, repeating it. You heard JJ yell your name, and got up, scanning the wrecked house once more before jogging out of the house, following them to the car.

“... And we were right outside, like this,” JJ mimed how you had leant on the wall, “And all we hear is just ‘Bam! Bam! Bam!’ Knocking paint off the wall, G! From the inside! All right, and I’m looking at him like-”

“So dramatic.” You mumbled, Kie pulled her skeptical gaze from JJ and grinned softly at you.

“Wait, first off, look at this shit!” he shakes the paint in his hair onto the table.

“That’s dandruff, disgusting.” Kie muttered.

“Look at all that, all right? That’s paint.” he sighs, “At that point I was just like… I’m waiting for death!” You rolled your eyes.

“So you saw the guys who shot at us, right?” Pope confirmed.

“Yeah.”

“Did you get a good description of them? What did they look like? Anything we can bring to, like, a police report?”

“Burly.” JJ said simply, making you snort.

“Burly?” Pope confirmed.

“Yeah. You know, like-”

“That’s not very helpful.” Kie pointed out.

“Okay, well, no, like, the type of guy at my dad’s garage.” he sighed, “I mean you guys know he made cargo hides for drug smugglers.”

“He made cargo hides for drug smugglers?” you asked, and they all turned to you, faces telling you that now was not the time. You shrugged, “You’re explaining that to me later, okay?”

“Yeah, yes. No, we know.” Kie said, and you shook your head.

“I don’t.” You pointed out, earning a glare from Kie.

“Well I can tell you with full confidence, these boys, these killers,” he took a dramatic puff of his vape, “they’re square groupers.”

“They’re square groupers, like, narco square grouper?” Pope asked, “Like Pablo Escobar square grouper?”

“You guys,” Kie said, “Not everything was a kingpin movie.”

“So what does this square grouper look like, specifically?”

“You weren’t there!” JJ yelled.

“-because apparently you don’t know what to look for!”

“Dude,” You interrupted, “in fairness, we weren’t taking little mental polaroids the whole time. We were under duress.”

“But I can tell you,” JJ took back the centre-stage, “I can tell you from the way Ms Lana was screaming, that these guys are serious, serious hombres, man.”

“Hardcore motherfuckers.” You added.

“It’s a heavy vibe right now, okay?” JJ sighed, “I’m not liking this very much.”

“Why do they want the compass?” Kie brought the logic back.

“It’s a piece of shit.” Pope confirmed, “You couldn’t pawn it off for five bucks if you wanted to. No offence, John B, I know it’s your family’s-”

“The office.” John B interrupted. “My dad, My dad’s office.” he led you through the overly cluttered house to it. “He always left the office locked because he was worried about his competitors stealing his Royal Merchant research. We used to laugh at him all the time, like he was actually gonna find it, but now that he’s gone I’ve just kinda… I left it as he kept it.”

“Yeah, for when he gets back.” Kie nods as he unlocks the door.

“I’ve slept over here like six hundred times and never seen this door open.” Pope points out, and you all crowd in.

John B shows you all the history of the compass, showing how each guy died while they had it.

“Sounds like there's a recurring theme there.” JJ points out.

“Dude,” you look up from the corkboard, you and Pope sharing a glance, “You have a death compass.”

“No I do not-” John B argued.

“You have a death compass.” Pope confirmed.

“Seriously dude, just get rid of it.” JJ nodded. “It’s cursed, and it’s made its way back to you.”

“Look, my dad used to talk about this compartment in here, soldiers used to hide secret notes,” he sat down, untwisting the compartment. Kie pointed out some writing on the lid. “This is my dad’s handwriting.”

“How can you know that?” Pope muttered, full of skepticism.

“Because he does these weird Rs, see-”

You stopped paying attention, the continuous sounds of the rooster doing your head in. you looked out the window to the hen house, the shack blending in to the woods behind - well enough for you not to notice it until now. You looked over to the pontoon, and the HMS parked next to it. You scanned you eyes over to the beaten track to the front of the house, the black car breaking the pattern of greens and browns. “Guys,” you mutter, watching a car pull up. “Guys!” they looked at you. “There’s a car outside.” they walked to the window, squeezing beside you and peaking out.

“Guys, guys is that them?” Kie asked, “Is that them?”

“This is suboptimal.” Pope stated.

“Jay.” you turned to him, he didn’t hear you. “JJ!” you grabbed his arm, “Where’s the gun?”

“Gun?” he frowned, “Uh, I, uh, I can’t-”

“Now you don’t have the gun,” Kie panicked, “the one time we need the gun?”

“It was in my backpack, and then I-”

“On the porch.” John B guessed.

“It’s on the porch.” JJ confirmed. He went to leave, immediately backing straight into the room again, shutting the door after him. “Where’s the compass?”

“Where’s the gun?” John B shot back.

“They’re on the front porch guys.” he whispered.

“We gotta leave.” You swallowed.

“Guys, the window. The window.” Kie said, pointing to the sill. JJ and Pope tried to pull it open, but it wouldn’t give.

“What’s happening?” You asked, “Why is it taking so long?”

“It’s painted shut,” JJ snapped, “Okay?”

You stepped back, Kie grabbing a letter opener to cut the seal. You could feel yourself starting to hyperventilate. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you whispered, watching the window get pried open. As the door got kicked repeatedly.

JJ helped you all through, letting you out last, and then pulling the window shut behind him as the door bust open. Crouching, he pulled you along the side of the house, making a run for the henhouse. Once inside, you looked at him for the first time, sat in the hay, and he pulled you into the crook of his neck, eyes closed, steadying his breathing.

You watched the two men load the van, Kie panicking about shutting the rooster up. JJ reached forwards, two hands around its neck. You closed your eyes as the crowing stopped, and JJ let the dead rooster fall to the ground. The car doors shut. You could see Kie sobbing next to John B, and JJ looked up at you, both of your eyes full of horror and shock, breathing heavily.

“Fuck.” you whispered, for the hundredth time that day.

When you got home, you had a shower, changing into a pair of gym shorts and a hoodie. You wanted to refresh yourself after the eventful day you’d had, and food sounded like the perfect remedy. You went downstairs to find something to eat, and your dad was sitting at the kitchen counter, nursing a beer.

“Hey Dad.” you chirped, rummaging through the brightly coloured packets in the cupboards.

“Hey honey.” he responded, his tone colder than you were used to. You turned back to him, not bothering to swing the door back shut.

“You okay, Dad?” you frowned. He nodded slowly.

“Those boys,” he started, “From this morning, who are they?”

“John B lives down the road, and JJ’s his best mate.” you shrugged, not understanding the big deal. You turned back to the snacks.

“Y/N, honey, you need to be careful.” he insisted.

“I know, but it’s not like that.” you assured him, throwing an empty sweet packet in the bin, noticing the piles of cans inside. So he was drunk.

“Y/N,” he warned, “You can’t be friends with them.”

“What do you mean?” you frowned, your smile fading, “It’s chill.”

“No, Y/N, it’s not.” he stood up, “This is just how it started with Tyler.”

Fucking Tyler.

“Dad, they’re nothing like Tyler.” you countered, “Even if there was anything there, neither of them would hurt me like that. Trust me on this, okay?”

“But I can’t fucking trust you, can I?” he exploded, “Last time I trusted you to be ‘Just Friends’ with a guy, you decided to be a fucking slut!”

You stepped back, surprised by the uncharacteristic outburst. You could feel tears building in your eyes, threatening to spill over. Your throat felt thick and dry, and your face was contorting in your efforts not to cry.

“That’s not fair, Dad.” your breathing was ragged and shaky.

“Isn’t it?” he shouted, knocking the stool backwards. You stepped away, knowing he wouldn’t hit you, but scared that he might.

“Fuck you.” you mustered, the first tear sliding down your cheek, the dams opening for the emotions you had been pushing down for the past two months. He lurched, and you began to run up the stairs. He stumbled after you.

“Always running, huh?” he chuckled to himself, “From fucking Tyler,” he followed you through the bedroom door, “from your mom,” he watched you grab your phone and keys, “from this fucking conversation?”

“You were the one who ran from mom. Not me, I didn’t want to leave! And you decided I couldn’t deal with going back to school without even asking me! I’m stronger than I look, Dad! I could have managed, moved on! But no, you wanted to run! You!” You dodged past him, running to the door, letting him follow you into the street. You pulled your bike from the garage, vision blurred from crying. He stood on the doorstep, shouting profanities at you as you peddled away, unsure of your path.

You found yourself on JJ’s street. The houses were bungalows, squat with gardens that reached far back. His was rundown, unsurprisingly, from what you’d heard about his dad. There were weeds creeping onto the paved path to the door, and the porch was battered, some of the posts broken and splintered. The house felt dull, depressing, the kind of place that felt riddled with bad memories even if you’d never been there. You pulled your phone out, the white light making you squint in the darkness, as you sat on the cold curb, your butt beginning to ache. You pulled up his contact and pressed the call button, letting into ring until you were invited into his voicemails. You hung up and tried again, only to be answered with the same result. You looked at the house again. No lights visible from the front were on, and the windows were dark. You called again.

You kicked your bike, and it squeaked slightly as the gears and chain clattered. You pushed yourself up, grabbing your bike from where it lay on its side in the middle of the road, and made your way to the rickety sire gate, pushing through and onto the overgrown paving. You dropped your bike on the patchy grass next to the path, and stepped onto the porch, knocking lightly on the door. You stepped away, looking back over the frail neighbourhood. You heard talking inside, and the latch on the door clicked.

The door opened an inch, and after a pause, it opened all the way. JJ stood in front of you, still in his shorts and top from earlier, but a confused look decorating his features. You hardly hesitated to pull him as close as you could, inhaling his smell and absorbing the feel of his shirt against your hand. You pulled away, this time his face was a conflicting mix of worry and bliss. He stepped away, grabbing your bike and wheeling it to the back, reappearing and taking your hand, his thumb rubbing softly over the back of yours. You let him lead you, slowly and quietly, past the sleeping man on the sofa. You didn’t fail to notice the beer bottles and alcopop cans. You could almost feel the shame radiating from JJ. he guided you to his bedroom, shutting the door softly and turning off his games console. You stood in the small open space, taking in his unmade bed, and the clothes on the floor. You noticed the collection of band, gaming and surf stickers and posters, and the shelves of random shit, some of it useful, some of it decorative, some of it pointless. He had countless DVDs, CDs and a few bits of merch. He sat down on the bed, tugging on your hand lightly to indicate that it was okay for you to do the same.

“Are you okay?” he asked, smoothing your hair down.

You shrugged, not really sure yourself. “I’m sorry, I don’t really know why I came here, I just needed to get out of the house.”

He nodded like he understood the feeling. “Y/N, you know you can talk to me about anything, right?” you looked at him, eyes glassy, “Like, I’ve known you a couple of weeks and I can tell you went through some shit, and I get that it takes time, but if you need to talk or - or get anything off your chest, I’m here. Like, I’m not gonna judge you. I just, I haven’t known you long, but I want you to trust me, because I wanna help you.”

“Can you just give me some time?” you whispered, “Everything still feels pretty raw. I mean, it’s been a couple of months, but it still feels really present. I just, I wanna sort it out in my head before I invite someone else into it.” he nodded again, “I’m sorry.”

“You got nothing to be sorry for.”

He stood up, grabbing some joggers and a t-shirt for you to sleep in. You changed, and he held you the whole night, still having you pulled close in his arms when the morning rolled around.

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slothgiirl · 3 years

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try and walk on water 3

three: arielle

“So you don’t have a mark,” Arielle asks, red solo cup in hand and really this could be any party he’s ever been to from industry types to the ones after school in Sheffield. “Like at all,” she says with her flat california accent that's just a bit fried.

“None,” he nods, trying to sort out his own feelings. The breakup is still raw. Maybe he had gone about things all wrong, equating marks and soulmates with love. He loves Matt and he doesn't need a mark or a blood relative connection for that. He loves Miles. He loved Alexa. The lack of a mark didn’t make that any less real.

He’s at a pool party in leather boots and pomade in his hair. Miles had taken one look at him and sniggered before sending Matt a pic.

“Wow.” Arielle says with a nod. “That’s like, rare right?”

“Yeah.”

“Shit man,” she laughs humorlessly, looking ridiculously beautiful. With a filter, everyone could be instagram attractive, but Arielle looked as good in real life as she did her instagram.

They’d met in passing before.

They were friends of friends who’d partied together whenever he was in LA before and so its feels natural to be mopping on this lawn chair as she chats with him like an old friend. He’s a miserable bastard as Matt likes to complain about, but Arielle seems fine with it, all perky americana. Maybe it was something in the California sunshine that left everyone mostly mellow. New Yorkers could be rude wankers.

“That’s sadder than those poor fucking kids who’s soulmates are like eighty,” Arielle comments which puts things into perspective. “Like you go visit your grandma and bam! Her bingo rival’s your soulmate.”

Alex snorts, knowing exactly which click bait articles she was talking about. “Or having a soulmate that died a hundred years ago.”

Arielle laughs with her entire body, shoulders shaking, head thrown back. “Oh my god! There’s always some nerd in english claiming to have like Shakespeare on them! Or with twilight,” she blushes, “like all those tweens being all like, I have Edward Cullen!”

Alex laughs easily. “What if that ends up being you?”

She shakes her head. “Can’t be.” She nods her head over at some blonde man playing beer pong. “That's my soulmate.” She’s not Jamie levels of bursting with pride.

“Oh,” his eyes widen, “congratulations?”

“Not really.” She cringes, looking at him with a flash of pity before explaining with a hand wave, “we’ve been friends for forever but I've never really. liked him. like. that.”

“And he-”

“Does.” Agains, Arielle grimances with loads of embarrassment.

Tactically, Alex stops himself from saying something stupid about how she should just be with her soulmate. Things aren't as easy as a name, as the mark on your skin.

He only wishes he'd realized this sooner.

It’s not that he wants Alexa back. It’s been half a year. Tour is winding down with the last few festivals. But he only wishes that he had never lost her to begin with.

“Well shit,” Alex sips at his drink.

“Yeah. You could say that.”

They laugh easily.

Which is probably why Alex does the very ill advised thing of kissing Arielle, and fucking Arielle back in his hotel room. The lights are dim.

He no longer flinches when he catches sight of her mark on the top of her right foot like the Hollowood sign.

Arielle lays next to him, as boneless as he feels. “Not very sexy.”

“Do you wish you could hide it?”

“What! No,” Arielle makes a bemused face, “it would be like hiding my pinkie.”

Alex snorts. “No point in that.”

“Unless Kim Kardashian decides pinkies are out.” Arielle mimics cutting her finger off.

He laughs again, running a hand through his hair. It’s sticking up and messed up from the generous amount of pomade and sex.

“Do you wish you had a mark?”

It’s a sore subject. “Sometimes,” Alex admits honestly. “Less and less as I get older.”

“Well,” Arielle says with a grin, “anyone would be lucky to have you. Though you need to make sure to get a place with two bathrooms. I don’t want to know how long you take to get ready!”

Alex can’t seem to stop laughing around Arielle.

They’ve finished playing a show and Matt has already disappeared backstage.

Alex lights a cig, handing the guitar to the techie as he walks through a generous amount of people. Nick is already calling his girlfriend. Jamie is wiping the sweat away with whatever shirt ended up near him.

It was a pretty fucking good show.

He’s still on a strange high from performing the exaggerated version on himself that has slowly become the Alex Turner that people know. It started with wanting to put on a good show for the fans, showmanship, and has come to a head with his Americana rocker looks and the occasional guitar throw. Alex never consciously means to toss his short off, he just goes with whatever fits the mood.

Right now, he wants a play to lay back.

He heads into a room further backstage where all the techies and crew hang out. The opening act’s packed up their gear, shamelessly grabbing whatever food’s been provided for the Monkeys.

Alex lays on the floor as the blood stops rushing around his ear drums.

It’s strange.

The Arctic Monkeys has been such a huge chunk of his life. And now everyone’s all partnered up. They’re strewn around the globe and Alex feels like he should be more depressed about this than he is. Right?

Jamie’s back in London.

Nick’s moved back to Sheffield with his girlfriend who’s nice enough but obviously uncomfortable with the twilight zone of quasi famous no job crowd of people that grace The Sun and instagram. Alex finds the wave of influencers much the same as everyone in the entertainment industry where being papped is key to staying relevant and getting jobs.

Thank fuck he’s a musician.

Alex was not made to show off and he still doesn’t ever know what to say in interviews, turning into a stumbling mess that he doesn’t recognize in the rare case that he catches clips of himself on the telly. He lacks the presence of celebrities like Beyonce and Harry Styles who fill a room without saying a word.

If not for music, he’d probably still be working at a pub.

It’s one of the techies that finds a party in New Orleans to go to.

They all pile into a car and Alex nurses a beer and scrolls through his phone as they end up at someone’s house. It’s one of those big New Orleans mansions.

They all trail in as he stops outside to admire the view. It’s charming. The States usually lack this kind of distinctive charm. He can tell european and asian cities apart by their architecture, south america varying greatly by county, but so much of america is cookie cutter.

He likes New Orleans.

It won't be long before he’s playing here again for the next album that he still needs to write. The only song he’s been able to pen is too pathetically Alexa driven.

It also happens to be a b- side of the last album.

Once inside, Alex bums a joint and drinks and dances and lets loose in a way where he's not worried about the optics. He’s not performing. He’s young and single and there's nothing stopping him from snogging pretty men and women as he lets himself get lost in the haze of the party.

A beautiful woman with dreads and deep dark eyes shotguns a puff of weed into his mouth.

Alex is stumbling out for air with some bloke who can sway his hips better than Miles to the beat of Kesha’s latest song, when he comes across Matt going to town with his tongue down some woman’s throat when he has Breanna back home, Breanna who’s got his name on her skin and who moved to London with him and then they moved out to LA together. Breanna, his girlfriend.

Alex short circuits.

The man looks over at him. “You okay?”

“Yeah?”

Matt hears him, turning away from the woman dismissively, “Al? Enjoying the party.”

“No. Actually.” Fuck. What the fuck is he supposed to do? He likes Breanna. Hell, he knows Breanna’s sisters. Alex tagged along to Sheffield with Matt and Breanna: hung out with her when Matt had other stuff to do so she wouldn't be bored and lonely in an unfamiliar place. They’d gotten their nails done together for fucks sake.

He can’t just say nothing-

Only Matt’s his brother. . .

Matt gives him a weird look.

Alex stumbles out, wanting a cab back to the hotel. He wasn’t that plastered.

Walking turns out to be harder than he’d thought, as he steadies himself by the fence as he looks around the empty street. Bloody hell. He had to call a cab. He wasn’t sober enough for this.

Fingers clumsy as he googles the number for cabs in New Orleans, Alex realizes he doesn’t even know where he is.

He sits down on the curb.

Matt finds him minutes laters as the damp grass cools Alex’s back. It’s not exactly summer. The night is cold.

“There you are, everyone’s headed back.”

“You’re cheating on Breanna,” Alex says hollowly. He feels so distant from his own body at that moment.

Matt rolls his eyes. “So I kissed some random woman. It’s not a big deal.”

“So Breanna’s okay with this?” Alex sounds very much like he’s five. It's the weed and alcohol.

“Alex,” Matt says sourly, “what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Just be cool about this Al.”

Alex blinks.

He gets Arielle not being interested in her soulmate. So she could do whatever she wanted. He didn’t own her. He also gets Nick not waiting around for his mark to clear up. He gets Jamie settling down with his soulmate.

What he doesn’t understand is Matt being a dickhead to Breanna.

But he’s drunk so the best he can manage is, “but she’s your soulmate?”

His friend rolls his eyes. “She's not here.”

“But-,” because what the fuck Matt. How could you do something like that to someone you loved?

“Drop it Alex,” Matt snaps. “You don’t understand. You don’t have a soulmate so fuck right off.”

For a moment, they both just look at each other. Matt looks as surprised as Alex feels, caught off guard by a gut punch from the one person he never saw it coming from.

Then-

Alex launches himself at Matt.

They fall to the ground in a mess of limbs and he’s not sure what he’s trying to accomplish, only he needs to do something or he’ll be a sobbing mess for the rest of the night. It was a low blow. Alex could be forgiven for being touchy about soulmates when every single story he’d ever watched or read had interwoven happiness with a soulmate. He was allowed to feel bitter about not having one.

Matt tries to kick Alex off him. “Alex-”

But Alex isn’t having it.

“What the fuck!”

“I didn’t mean it!”

“Cunt,” Alex yells, pinned under Matt who’s much more sober and steady.

“You know I don’t care about it Al,” Matt rolls his eyes, grip firm on Alex’s arms, “It's just you're always such a little bitch about not having a mark.”

There’s still places in the world where people without marks get murdered. A hundred years ago, if anyone had known Alex didn't have a mark, he wouldn't have been allowed in school or any job. . .

Alex headbutts Matt.

“Fuck,” Matt reels back, clutching his bleeding nose.

“What the fucks going on here,” Nick asks, looking between them both. Jamie’s on his heels, rushing to Matt's side.

“Keep him the fuck away from me,” Alex snarls, pointing a finger at Matt.

“Al, mate,” Jamie tries. “I think you’ve had too much to drink.”

“Keep. Him. The. Fuck. Away. From. Me.”

Nick nods, “all right Al. Let’s go back to the hotel.” Nick supports his weight as they get a ride back.

He doesn’t feel any better in the morning.

They’re waiting at the airport, sitting on uncomfortable plastic seats, for their flight, when Matt takes a seat next to him. This is the longest he’s ever gone without speaking to the other man. They’ve been best mates since grade school. Alex is nearing thirty, sharing a business with Matt. You do the math.

Alex won’t be the one to go first.

Matt taps his foot.

Jamie keeps shooting them looks like he thinks Alex is going to lose his shit again. He thinks he’s being discreet as he motions to Nick who looks up once, then goes back to reading his kindle.

“Look, Al,” Matt starts, “I didn’t mean it-”

Alex cuts him off. “Then you wouldn’t have said it.” Or betrayed Breanna’s trust. Or stabbed Alex through the heart.

“I’m trying to apologize,” Matt says in annoyance.

Alex keeps his gaze fixed on the screen announcing which flights were arriving and departing. “You’re doing a shit job.”

“Can you let me apologize?”

No. Alex doesn’t feel like forgiving anyone today.

Matt rubs his face. “Look. I said dumb shit. I know I did. But you’ve got to know I didn’t mean it Al. And you got me good even drunk off your arse so can we just move past this? Fuck mate, I didn’t check all your moles so we’d end things like this. . .”

He swallows. Matt isn’t wrong. Hell, Matt’s the one that's always been there for him.

It’s-he gets the urge to say awful things because he himself has felt awful about his friends but it's rarely about them. When Jamie, the first of them to do so, had his mark cleared up. . .Alex sort of wanted to strangle him but it had less to do with Jamie than Alex’s own feelings of inadequacy.

“You need to tell Breanna.”

Matt shoots him a dark look. “It’s not your relationship.”

“Breanna loves you,” Alex says looking down at the ugly 90s carpet in this particular airport, “if you don’t-don’t break her trust like that.”

“But I do.” Matt purses his lips. “I do love her.”

Alex lifts a brow. “Then why-”

Matt rubs his temples, before letting his head fall into his hands, pitched forward in his seat, “I don’t. It’s easy? They’re there. I can. I don’t know, I just do.”

“You need to tell her.”

“Why! Because you’ll tell her,” Matt says, staring him down.

Alex looks away. He doesn’t know. . .should he blow his friends' life up like that? Breanna is also his friend-he certainly owes her that much. . .

“Don’t put this on me,” Alex finally says. “It’s easy when all these people are throwing themselves at you-but no one forced you to do anything.”

“I didn’t expect to meet her so early,” Matt admits.

Maybe he shouldn't have jumped straight into the relationship right away. . .except they were happy? Alex was pretty sure they were happy.

Things are never as simple as they look.

Sure, it was easy to cheat on the road. Theoretically, Breanna might never find out with so many shows and music festivals, but that didn’t mean shite.

“Yeah well,” Alex shrugs, reaching out to clasp Matt’s shoulder with his hand, “you did.”

Matt gives him a sad smile. “I really am sorry about what I said. I didn’t mean it. You know that right?”

“Yeah.” Alex has had some time to cool off and for having been friends this long, this being such a major fight when for the most part they get on without issue. “Just don’t say shit like that again,” because Alex really doesn’t know if he could forgive him a second time for the same mistake. That just showed a lack of care that didn’t sit right with him.

“I can do that,” Matt manages a smile.

Alex smiles carefully back.

Alex meets up with Arielle when he gets back in LA and they've settled on a studio out in here with James Ford. She drags him out to go work at an animal shelter where she complains, “I really want a dog,” while he sprays down dog shit from cages and Arielle scrubs their food bowls, “but my apartment's dead set against any pets! Like even a freakin fish is too much.” The cat hair turns his black shirt gray.

Arielle fucks him in the car later that day before they meet up with her Matt and a few of her friends who wear the sunny california girl aesthetic easy as pie. She does her hair over again as they drive out to Venice Beach and Alex nearly gets a ticket for driving too slow so she can do her lipstick without smearing it.

Arielle and Zack take him thrifting to the Rosebowl when he can’t write anything which just puts him in a worse mood. There’s not a tune or phrase knocking around his head.

“Maybe you need a change,” Arielle proposes, digging through racks of old denim jeans for the perfect pair to cut up into shorts.

“I just did my hair,” he groans as Zack comes over with a cartoony godzilla and a pair of cheap aviators since he’d forgotten to bring a pair.

“And it's now a fire hazard!” Zack jokes.

The antique market is huge and Alex is regretting not having come earlier when the sun wouldn't be frying them like eggs on the pavement.

“You should dye it,” Arielle nods, finally choosing a pair of jeans. “How would I look as a redhead?” She strikes a goofy pose, before flipping her hair over her shoulder and laughing at herself.

“Too on the nose,” Zackary points out.

Alex snorts, then spies some neat looking movie posters from decades ago. A clockwork orange and Alien and he doesn’t exactly have a house in LA yet, but he wants something for the effort of having walked what feels like the five hundred miles the proclaimers sang about.

“Are you going to be a late in life film bro,” Arielle asks, wagging her eyebrows, flipping through the stacks alongside him.

“Oi,” Alex protests, “I’m only twenty. . .five?”

Arielle snorts. “You’re old if you can’t remember how old you are!”

He gets the posters to hopefully force himself around to buying a place. Hotels are wonderful liminal places but he’d like not to be papped everytime he comes and goes. It's also not the same as coming back to his own place after a long day or night out. It’s not cozy.

Alex and Arielle go to open houses that he hates, but have free bottles of mini wine and cheese plates that they pick at while Arielle waltzes and and steals the location for an Instagram pic or a vine. She’s got a day bag in the backseat of his car where she changes while Alex looks out for anyone looking.

She changes her hairstyles and they look through a mansion oht in Calabases that’s alright from the outside with it’s spanish style facade but ugly in how plain white it is inside. “The lighting’s nice,” Arielle notes, teisrling around while he takes a video she’ll edit later. “And there’s a jacuzzi!”

Like an old miser, Alex snorts. “There better be for the price.” The Monkeys have been successful but they’re not an arena band constantly selling out places like Madison Square Gardens. He’s not astronomically rich.

The real estate agent gives them the stick eye like a moody cow.

They’ve been made.

Alex nudges Arielle and she grins, dancing and singing, “dont be suspicious, suspicious, suspicious,” as they high tail it out. He doesn’t even like Calabasas but the drive was nice. Alex likes having the windows down and blaring Iggy Pop as he takes the 101 up the coast of California. Its a distraction from the writing that's not happening.

They laugh in the car and Arielle changes out of the oscar worthy dress into an easy t shirt dress while they wait in the long line of an In and Out for burgers and chips.

Arielle asks for animal fries, switching the music over to something more catchy. Lady Gaga rules the radio. Radio Gaga.

“Hey,” Arielle says as they pull up the her apartment building. She gathers up the trash into the bag, even as Alex’s tells her he’ll toss it when he goes back to his hotel. What had started as friends with benefits had gone more into friends that occasionally fucked but mostly hung out and its too easy to see how this could become more. Alex doesn’t want anything serious at the moment.

He’s over Alexa.

He’s not ready to get into something that serious this quickly.

“Yeah?”

“Do you like me,” Arielle asks with her huge eyes and easy smile. Before snorting at herself, “not to be completely self obsessed,” she laughs off, but waits for an answer.

Alex raises a brow. “Yeah. We’re friends aren’t we?”

Arielle plays with her hair. “True but that's not what I mean. . .Alex, can we stop doing this? I really like you,” she admits, cheeks rosy, “I do but I’m not really looking for anything right now and if we keep doing this I know I’ll end up falling for you.”

Oh. “Oh.” Alex plays with his ring, “yeah. I completely understand. I’m not looking to be in a relationship either.”

“So we’re cool?”

“Yeah,” Alex nods with a smile, “I don't see why not. Unless you make me hike up to the Hollywood sign for pictures again.”

“It was golden hour you jerk!”

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tragedy-for-sale · 4 years

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Pizza and Beer pt. 2

Honestly I love happy fics. Okay these don't have a plot so don't attack me-

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The speeder stopping hadn't affected Rex. Partially through the ride, his head started to hurt again and he'd become numb, silent. Anakin hadn't noticed until now, Rex hadn't moved, staring straight forward. "Hey Rexster?" Taking off the helmet, Anakin sat down and looked into Rex's eyes, "Hey, we're here, come on, let's go inside and patch up your head." He said softly, waiting to see if he'd react. He knew Rex had heard him, but part of him didn't react.

"We're here?" Rex mumbled at last, slowly turning his head to meet Anakin's gaze. "Can we patch up my chin now?" He asked. Anakin smiled in relief before nodded. He took the pizza before watching Rex. How hard had he fallen?

"Yeah, come on," Anakin said again as they walked up to Padme's apartment. Anakin unlocked the door, "honey! I brought a stray home!" He announced as he closed the door, locking it then walking with Rex to the kitchen.

"Oh Anakin!" Padme called back, "Another one?!" She exclaimed as she shuffled into the kitchen and was surprised. "Oh- Rex, oh, what happened to your chin?" She walked to Anakin and gave him a kiss before opening a cabinet to grab a first aid kit. "Come, Rex, let's catch up." She smiled.

Rex looked to Anakin who gave him a nod. Rex then trudged after her, "Don't you wear tiaras to sleep?" Rex asked. Padme turned and had a lingering smile of confusion on her face. "I like your sleeping tiaras, Anakin makes them sound super cool." He continued. Padme then realized he was either drunk or groggy or both.

"Do you want to wear one?" She asked with a small laugh. She lead Rex to the bathroom, "Go ahead and sit down," setting down the first aid kit she looked for a suture kit and something to clean the wound. Whatever she couldn't find, she found in a bathroom cabinet.

"Can I wear one?" He asked as he looked around the bathroom, "Why is your bathroom so big?" He rambled before Padme walked over.

"Yes, you can wear one," she smiled, drying off her hands and grabbing a cloth and Alright, this is gonna hurt, but we got to clean your chin before I stitch it up," she spoke, beginning to clean his face. "Then we're gonna numb your face, then I'll stitch your face up and I'll put a bacta patch on and Anakin and I will check your wound later." She told him, but she then realized he was too lost in his head to have retained anything she had said. Rex knew not to talk, so he just closed his eyes and tried to remember why he was here. "Anakin!" She called.

"Yeah babe?" Anakin called back before appearing in the doorway with pizza, "Watcha need?" He asked, taking a bite. He looked at Rex then back at Padme, who mouthed something that he seemed to understand, to which Anakin replied in the same manner "I needed a friend." He'd mouthed. Padme rolled her eyes.

"Alright Rex, I'm putting on the bacta patch," placing it down she then snapped the kit closed, tossed the trash and went to wash her hands. "Anakin, go get Rex a tiara."

"A what?"

"One of my night tiaras," Padme stated again. "He wanted to wear one, I presume his cut face is because of you, so he gets to wear one, you can wear on too, but he gets first pick." Padme dried off her hands, "I'm gonna go get food," she whispered before 'running' to the kitchen.

"I don't wanna wear a tiara," Anakin mumbled grumpily as he shuffled to the tiara case and opened it. "Okay maybe I do- Rex!" He exclaimed, "Pick one so I can," taking another bite of his pizza, Anakin watched Rex come over to the stand and then just stare at them.

"Those are so pretty-" his eyes went wide as he studied each tiara, all of which were as breathtaking as the rest of her apartment. He reached out and grabbed a silver one, diamonds and sapphires embedded. "Fancy smancy" putting it on, he felt pretty cool. "Why am I here again, sir?" Rex turned to Anakin who'd grabbed a golden tiara.

"Cause I needed someone who isn't as smart as Padme, she has a fully functioning brain and I can't process all that genius. Also I was lonely cause she was ignoring me." He added, voice going quiet at the end. Rex nodded as he started to walk down the hall to the kitchen. Anakin followed him, watching the man dig through the fridge.

"I think I need a Kix, it might be you but my head hasn't stopped spinning." Rex grabbed a jello cup then went to grab a spoon. This wasn't the first time Anakin had dragged him to his house and it probably won't be the last. So Padme always had jello for him. "I hit my head- but you do give me really bad headaches, like really really-"

"Okay, I get it." Anakin snapped as he grabbed another slice. "Wanna go watch bad TV?" He asked, grabbing the pack of beers. Rex shrugged, opening the jello cup and downing the whole thing right there. The two made it to the main room, both plopping down on the couch. "Hydrate." Anakin tossed him a beer as he turned on the TV.

Rex opened the beer and also downed the whole thing right there. "I don't think alcohol is good for hydrating." He said, grabbing another one. "Or anything really." He mumbled as he took a drink.

Anakin was flipping through channels, half ignoring Rex, "You know what isn't good for hydrating? Thinking." Anakin replied as he tossed the remote after settling for a reality TV show. "Padme thinks and then she gets stressed and then bam! She's dehydrated." Anakin looked around, "Wait- where'd she go?"

Rex looked around before putting his hands to his bandaged chin, "She was bandaging my chin, then she said she went to go get food-"

"Padme!" Anakin got up, walking over to the kitchen, "Where are you?" He called, walking into the bathroom then their bedroom, guest room, and every other room. "I lost my wife." Anakin said to Rex, who quite literally looked like a lump.

"Did you forget to cherish her?" Anakin stared at Rex for a solid minute until they heard the door open. Both men jumped to their feet and got ready to fight. But when they got to the door, there was Padme.

"Ani, I was on the phone." She stated, annoyance in her voice, "Bail wants to work on our speeches together so I'm heading over, will you and Rex be okay here?" She asked, walking towards her office closet to grab a bag before putting her work in it.

"Oh, uh, yeah we'll be fine, honey." Anakin shook his head, "Be careful, and com me when you get there, actually, I'll just take you, I don't want you going out alone when it's so late" Anakin stated as he grabbed the keys to the speeder off its hook. Padme had gotten her bag packed and was putting on a night coat.

"Alright, are we leaving Rex here? The speeder only fits two people." She asked as she left the room and heading towards the door. Anakin hadn't replied right away, he went to check on Rex, and when he did, he saw the man buried in throw pillows.

"Yeah, he'll be fine." He said at last, "Rex, imma go drop Padme off at Bail's then I'll be back" he called. The Captain didn't answer. Padme raised an eyebrow but Anakin wasn't entirely surprised, "He's lost in the sauce," Anakin said again as he opened the door for Padme.

She grabbed her tiara off his head, "Honey, what does that even mean?" She asked. She presumed he met the pizza sauce, for the box had been sitting on the throw pillow that was resting on Rex's lap. Anakin locked the door then held out his arm and Padme wrapped hers around his.

Rex had carefully gathered every throw pillow in the apartment, grabbing the pizza box and then had headed back to the couch. He didn't know where the two got off to but Rex knew to mind his business and find a place with thick walls. So he'd made a fort on the couch. He started to eat pizza and his brain probably shut off, for he was staring into space and had zoned out. He had stayed frozen but inevitably jumped as he brought himself back into reality.

He looked around, "General?" He called. "Hello?" He said, this time in a whisper. Had they left? Had Rex forgotten to cherish them? "Huh." He sighed as he leaned back. "Wack" he opened another beer. He didn't quite know what to do, he could go back to the barracks and sleep, but he then realized this couch was much more comfy, and he had pizza. The barracks didn't have pizza. "But they do have Fives...." He thought, pulling out his com.

"Fives, get up."

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darkkidplaidopera · 4 years

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“Seven first glances” Khunbam

coming back with some translated khunbam fluff again!! (it has some angst in it, but only a little bit i swear)

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Khun Aguero Agnis has never considered himself to be exceptionally sensitive. What's more, he was perceived as rather cold, and distant or at least that's what he was always told by others. His fascination with the tower started as a child. Aguero knew people wanted to reach the top of it for different reasons – some were looking for wealth, power, others got captivated with their own heroic desires to change the world for the better. Aguero wasn't an exception. He wanted to climb the tower to prove himself worthy. Khun Aguero Agnis was an extremely intelligent man. When thinking about finding companions for the journey, their usefulness became the top priority for him. He didn't show any interest in looking for friends, relationships, and making pointless small talk at 5 AM while drinking beer. His mother's words were stuck in his head, and Aguero repeated them like a mantra – “Never trust anyone.” Humans are traitorous, not worthy of your loyalty. Don't follow the rules, but make them, because that's what it means to be a leader. And above anything else, a success must be created with your very own hands. Otherwise, you'll become a trash lying on the first floors of the tower. That's the attitude Aguero entered with. Yet what a surprise he encountered, when the first person he met there was a boy, whose personality completely opposed to what Khun's mother told him as a child. The boy didn't seem to be someone who would be capable of using other people for his own plans. The clear confusion filling his eyes was quickly suppressed with happiness, after Khun had proposed him to climb the tower together. At that moment Aguero wasn't yet aware how much those eyes are going to change his life. Those that seemed to be made of fragile amber. Those that because of their beauty couldn't be compared with anything else. Those that from the very beginning looked at Aguero as if he was the only one in the world.

Khun Aguero Agnis has never fully understood other people. What's more, Bam liked to make him reach the apogee of his confusion. Why was he smiling all the time, even though he had no reason for it? Why was he treating everyone so kindly, even though they didn't deserve it? Why was he able to sacrifice himself without hesitation, even though he got no benefits from it? And, above all, why was he so damn addicting? He's not that special! Khun didn't blame Bam for his anger, he blamed himself.

“I'm too weak, too naive,” he thought to himself. “I should have never suggested climbing the tower together.”

I should have never met him.

But... was it bad that he wanted to look into his eyes once more? Run his fingers through soft, dark hair, and close the distance between them to see how Bam's blushing cheeks try to divert Khun's attention from the flustered orbs filled with curiosity. Aguero wanted to tenderly kiss his forehead, and promise that they'll stay together no matter what. Because Bam wasn't like anyone else. Others couldn't ever compare to a single smile of Bam's. What's more, one evening was enough to assure Aguero in that.

“Mr. Khun?” Bam said, trying to start a conversation.

“Aguero”, Khun corrected him.

Usually, he didn't like being called him by his name. Yet with the awareness that Bam won't let him get as close as he wanted to, all Khun could do was to get rid of unnecessary formality.

“So, Aguero,” Bam continued while smiling at him. “Why are you climbing the tower?”

“I need to get stronger. That's the only way to outperform my father,” Khun answered.

He didn't lie, even though he could. Khun Aguero Agnis was a member of Ten Great Families after all. If someone heard about his plans toward his father, he would face tremendous consequences. But Bam wasn't that someone. He'd never betray him, right? Aguero... his name in Bam's lips sounded exceptionally pretty.

“I understand.”

He didn't lie either. And that's what made Khun lose his senses.

Khun Aguero Agnis didn't exactly like what was happening to him. What's more, it had nothing to do with Bam. Okay, maybe a little bit. The main problem was his health. Apparently, Khun's immune system was defective, and that was the reason for him to stay in bed for a few days straight. Aguero hated every part of being sick, starting from taking some kind of disgusting medicine, and ending with the fact that Bam didn't mind him acting like a jerk about it. The golden eyed boy was taking good care of him. He brought him warm meals, took his temperature, spent time with him, and when he thought that Aguero has already fallen asleep, he had a habit of kissing his forehead before leaving. With each moment they shared together Aguero was more, and more certain of one thing – the burning he felt on his skin wasn't there only because of the fever. Bam's subtle touches were quite pleasurable, yet too ephemeral. When thinking about it, Khun tried to be honest with himself, and that led him to one conclusion – even eternity spent in Bam's arms wouldn't be enough.

“Aguero” said Bam when entering the room. “I brought your medicine.”

Just hearing about those ungodly disgusting substances made him shiver. He could already feel the bitterness on his tongue, which didn't fill him with happiness.

“You look like a grumpy toddler.”

“If you were me, you wouldn't be ecstatic either.”

Bam looked at Khun apologetically, and gave him the medicine.

“You seem more lively today,” Bam added. “Maybe you'll get healthy soon.”

“I hope so, Bam. All I'm doing is wasting time, because of that stupid fever,” Khun answered.

“I would never let you climb the tower in such a state. And we have a lot of time anyway.”

Aguero smiled. He had no idea what he did in his previous life to meet someone as sweet as Bam, but it was surely worth it.

“You should rest.”

He took the empty medicine bottles, and slightly leaned over Khun. He was close. Really close. Before Aguero managed to register what had happened, Bam kissed his nose. After that, the only thing Khun heard was a sound of the door getting closed.

“He knew that I wasn't asleep earlier as well, didn't he?

Khun Aguero Agnis didn't like wasting his time. What's more, because of his workaholic tendencies, he almost never did that. Each free moment had to be as productive as possible, so when Bam proposed to get a break, and spend their afternoons together, he wasn't delighted.

“We should train more,” Aguero stated.

“Yes, but we should also take a break from time to time,” Bam argued.

Khun smirked. Bam seemed to feel more comfortable in his presence, which lately led to that kind of trivial disagreements. When they met for the first time, Aguero couldn't possibly predict how stubborn Bam might be. And that trait wasn't really helping with anything – what kind of monster would be able to refuse someone so adorable? There was a tremendous determination in his eyes, in his beautiful eyes that others could compare to wheat. For Khun whatsoever, they looked more like daffodils. Not because of some kind of narcissistic tendencies, of course. They just seemed like an embodiment of eternal beauty. Unreachable, never for Khun to touch, yet the most marvelous, and outstanding that he has ever seen.

“Aguero?” Bam said. “Are you even listening?”

“Hmm... oh, yes, of course!” Aguero answered, yet too quickly, and chaotic for it to sound honest.

Bam sighed. Nothing seemed to be good enough to make Khun change his mind, and every time he tried it brought no success with itself. Aguero really didn't want to look at Bam being unhappy.

“So, what's the plan for today? Maybe we should start with a proper dinner” Khun said.

He knew what Bam did to him. He didn't like it, but he knew. Khun Aguero Agnis couldn't possibly be assertive around him, he was just a human after all.

“Yes, that sounds great!” Bam answered quickly with a wide smile appearing on his face.

Aguero could accept a lot of his mistakes. But he would never forgive himself, if Bam stopped smiling because of him.

Khun Aguero Agnis has never been exceptionally empathetic. What's more, he often caught himself at feeling an unreasonable disdain towards sensitive people. He wasn't completely sure if it's a matter of his own nature or more of a negative result of bad parenting. Aguero's mother taught him that being delicate leads to having weaknesses. And he had to be tough. Khun knew what kind of effect had on him Bam's presence. He hated it. Bam's sensitivity towards others and their pain seemed to change Aguero's behavior. It was like the sweetest poison known to men, and it made Aguero lose his sanity. Being nice wasn't good for his heart. And because of this, he came to one conclusion. To get an antidote to his sickness he needed to get rid of a chemical element called “Bam”. And it hurt. Like hell, some may say. With every “I don't have time for you” he felt as if a billion of tiny needles was piercing not only Bam's heart, but his as well. Deep down he hoped that Bam will stay with him. He wanted Bam to be his sweet chestnut that treated his Aguero like the biggest treasure in the world. Yet those hopes couldn't possibly come true.

“You're avoiding me, Aguero” Bam said one evening. “But I don't understand why.”

Khun didn't understand that either. He wasn't even sure what Bam's eyes were filled with. Sadness, anger, disappointment? Maybe everything at once.

“We should have never met” Khun whispered through clenched teeth.

It hurt, yet no tear left Aguero's body. He didn't deserve to cry.

“I understand.”

When Khun saw Bam closing the door he wasn't yet aware, that with leaving this room he also left his life. Maybe that's the way it was supposed to be from the very beginning. How could someone like Khun, who wasn't loyal even to his own family, deserve an embodiment of Eden? Maybe they'll meet again someday. In a place, where the ungodly tower doesn't exist, and Aguero is capable to love Bam as much as he deserves to be loved. Khun didn't care when it'll happen. He would wait another seven lives for Bam to meet him. He'd do that. But is it bad that his heart aches even at the thought that Bam might not remember someone called Aguero?

Khun Aguero Agnis was leading an excuse of a life. What's more, he was the one responsible for it. That's what he wanted, right? Get rid of Bam. And as an adult he had to understand the consequences of his own actions. Yes, Khun Aguero Agnis couldn't admit that he needed help, because he's able to deal with everything himself. A display of his independence were the countless hours that he spent looking at the ceiling. If Bam lied next to him, everything would be different. But there's no Bam anymore. Bam left and shouldn't come back. His golden eyes were Aguero's weakness. If he had to summarize their relationship, he would describe it as seven glances. The first one, after meeting each other. The second one, when he saw Bam as someone more than a stranger. The third one, taking place during Aguero's fever. The fourth one, when Bam saved him from his workaholic tendencies. The fifth one, which ended everything. The sixth one. It should take place right now, because Khun really fucking missed his chestnut. And the seventh, for Aguero still believed they'll meet again. Khun was that kind of fool he used to laugh at. He didn't want to stay so sick inside anymore. He didn't want to imagine Bam's fingers running through his hair, when in reality they were his own. He felt pathetic. Khun had no strength to eat, drink. Sleeping came to him with difficulty. Dark circles under his eyes were getting larger with each day. And he didn't even want to look at anything. Every little thing reminded him of Bam. Was he obsessed? Probably. He felt like a fish in the water that suddenly lost its gills. Like a child looking at a wrong side of one-way mirror, hoping to see the reflection. Khun Aguero Agnis became the exact kind of trash that his mother warned him of. But if he could hear Bam's voice once more...

“Aguero?”

Yes, exactly this one. As lively as the one in his mind. The prettiest in the world.

“Aguero?”

Maybe a little to lively? Bam couldn't possibly be back.

“How did you manage to make such a mess out of yourself?”

It was too real to be a delusion. Shit...

Khun Aguero Agnis was a happy madman. What's more, since his chestnut returned, a really productive one. It was almost as if his fate was to come back to senses.

“Bam?” Aguero asked. “Never leave me again.”

“Don't let me leave again, then.”

He won't. Khun promised himself he'll wait even another seven lives for Bam, but deep down he knew he wouldn't be able to do that. Because that's not living.

“I love you, Bam.”

“You're telling me this for the hundredth time today” Bam laughed. “But I love you too.”

The night was still young, a lot could happen. Some relationships might come to an end, some start. But at that moment it wasn't important. Khun Aguero Agnis has never considered himself to be exceptionally sensitive, yet with every touch that Bam gave him he was losing all the self-control he had. Aguero's mother has always taught him that choices made because of emotions were actions of a fool. But Bam was the one that made him realize a true fool would ignore his heart in the name of pathetic statements. Bam was his weakness. The only one that Aguero was proud of.

“Let's see the stars together” Bam said. “Before they fall.”

Khun smiled upon hearing those words. Is wasting his time on watching the stars something he should avoid? Probably. Will he do it anyway? Of course.

“Okay, just let me grab something to drink.”

Aguero truly couldn't comprehend why Bam came back. Maybe he didn't want to understand it. After Khun had opened a kitchen cabinet, he took two glasses out of it. When Aguero entered the tower he wasn't interested in making pointless small talk at 5 AM while drinking beer.

No one said anything about wine.

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clubtuan · 4 years

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‘Let’s date’

❀ Request : “Can I get a BAMBAM confession reaction?“

❀ Pairing : Bambam x Reader

❀ Genre : Fluff

❀ Word Count : 1.1K

❀ Song Recommendation : Epik High x END OF THE WORLD - Sleeping Beauty

❀ Proofread : off

Seoul was probably, if not the busiest city in the world right now. Well in Bambam mind it was ..

Yugyeom was driving around the city, and Bambam was just watching the lights of big building moving around, the whole city was wearing masks and light summer clothes. But for hime it somehow feels cold, probably Gyeom’s A/C was way too low for his liking, or was it the empty feeling that was eating him alive ?

In the past he only needed his best friend, group members and he was happy ! But now he wanted or much more needed somebody to be by his side.

Bam kind of smiles as ‘Sleeping Beauty’ by EPIK HIGH was playing in the car .. kinda funny how the song describes his feelings at the moment ‘.. Be it sun or rain, Be it shame or fame, My name will be yours ..’

« - Dude stop smiling like that .. it scares me » Bambam turns his head to see his best friend watching him.

Obviously Gyeom knew, they lives together for so long of course he knew his best friend and his crush for Jaebeom best friend’s girlfriend.

And Jackson having a get together at his appartement tonight wasn’t for nothing, him and Yugyeom had been working on getting the two confessing for a moment.

« -Welcome to the Wang casa my friends !

-.. You think he is already drunk ? » After Bam finished his sentence Jackson looks at him not knowing if he has to be mad at his friend for believing he’s drunk or not knowing him enough to know it was his normal behavior.

She was here sitting at the bar in Jackson’ s kitchen speaking with Youngjae about Coco and Dalkyum. She here and beautiful as always, in just a ripped demin jeans, a oversized black cardigan and her hair free ‘ I will love your black, love your brown and love your white hair the same..’

No matter where he was, this song was always in the back of his head, it was her favorite song .. probably why !

« -Bam come say hello and have a Somaek »

Without knowing how and why she became home to him, a cosy feeling creeping in his chest whenever she was around, was it what other call ‘love’ ?

She was listening to Jackson singing off keys, a beer in her hand laughing at her friend behavior « -your name might be Jackson, but you’re nowhere near Michael Jackson dude »

After Jackson little karaoke, a soft beat was playing in the back while everyone was talking about their day, but Bambam was looking at the liquid in his cup. Crazy as the kid could perform in front of thousand of people but couldn’t say what been on his mind about a girl.

It was just few minute until 11P.M and Jaebum decided to shares some new beats he was working on, for his solo project.

« -Jae I swear if it’s a sex song once again..

-What can I say ? My girlfriend inspires me » everybody was laughing at his comment and Bam decided it was his time, it’s now or never !

« - I could write lyrics for this one .. I mean I quite like this beat! »

She looked at him with a bright smile, for the first time of the night her eyes were on him and him only, not one of his group mates, or hr best friend just on Bambam

She always has a thing for creative guys, and Bambam was not exception, since Jaebum’s girl introduced her to the crew she always find a thing in Bambam, but at first she couldn’t put her finger on it !

He was always so nice to her, buying her a coffee (her favorite one), fresh boba tea in hot summer, offer her a plaid on cold night when they were having night at one of the guys like tonight, complimenting her outfits, or new hair color.

She cried on her birthday when he gifted her vip seat for EPIK HIGH and fangirl at the concert with him.

Or when she got her first tattoo he was also there.

Her head find her place on his shoulder, and his took her hand in his. It’s wasn’t liquid confidence, no he only had one drink.

Her red painted nails, was playing with one of his rings, still listening to the leader’s work.

« - It could totally be a summer hit

-No, this track goes to the trash bin » replied Mark with a nosy voice mocking JYP

« -Seriously this man is not in his right mind, wasting such talent » she said.

Her opinion on their boss, made the Thai chuckle. ‘he’s not in his right mind’ well it wasn’t that fake .. but anyways.

She wasn’t in the whole idol world, but the girl always said what on her mind, she worked on some event with the boys as hair stylist but nothing more and it’s was ok to her she never really liked the spotlight on her!

And that’s probably what Bambam didn’t know how to talk her, to confessed his feeling, they could date secretly but one day .. the secret could be out. And even if the fan liked to see her friendship with the group some wouldn’t be happy to see her as Double B’s girlfriend.

Her image hasn’t idol perfect, hell she wasn’t ‘pretending’ to be perfect as company liked their idols to be, she swears, has tattoos, her instagram feed wasn’t all good.

But that’s why the rapper liked in her.

She was looking at the city, sitting on the balcony alone as she needed some fresh air. And he find himself beside her as his best friend almost push him outside too.

« -Let’s date !

-Huh ? » was all she could say at the sudden confession

Fuck was all he could hear in his mind, he understood her reaction it was too sudden and weird, he almost fall thanks to Yugyeom and just said ‘let’s date’ as the most normal thing.

« -I mean .. how I say this ? »

She stayed silent looking at him taking a sit next to her ..

« - I like you .. like really like you, you know ? So maybe have like a coffee or I don’t know, just the two of us around a table having diner or .. or ..

-Bam we’re not 17 anymore » she laughed « - And you .. »

He stopped her before she finished her sentence : « - If you don’t want I totally get it, but I don’t want things to be awkward between us and »

She sighed and kiss his cheek tenderly. He was looking at her, eyes full of interrogation marks.

« - I hope for more than coffees, or diners dates idiot »

Did she feels the same ? She kissed me ? What the fluff was happening ? Bambam was more than lost as she gently laugh and took his hand.

« - So you, I ?

-Let’s date Bam » she said before pecking his lips.

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royallyprincesslilly · 5 years

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Title: Convince Me To Go {9}*

AU Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Mild Cursing, Mild Smut, NSFW

Words: 2.4k

Summary: When we run away, we’re usually running from something. This time you may have run toward it instead.

Note: Welp. 🤷🏾‍♀️ I hope you enjoy this.

***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

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“And I win again!” You stood on the bed and danced around as he sat there with the Uno cards showing his defeat.

“You know, they say a winner should always be graceful.”

“Fuck that. I won, I won, I won. You lost, you lost, you lost. I’m a winner. You’re a loser!” He smiled and shook his head then grabbed your ankles and pulled you back to the bed. You shrieked and giggled when he climbed on top of you.

“I’m a loser? Oh yeah?” he tickled you making you laugh loudly as you wiggled around trying to escape him.

“Aaah, stop. Stop.”

“No, not a chance.” He continued and you shrieked.

“Come on, prince charming isn’t supposed to do this.” You pouted and he stopped and smiled looking at the childish expression.

“You’re right. Just take it back.”

“Fine, I take it back. You’re not a loser.” He nodded in appeasement.

“I’m glad you think so, because I think I’m a winner. You’re here right.” You smiled slowly and nodded.

“I am.” Sadness washed over you. You were here right now, and you wanted to stay here.

“What’s wrong?”

“I want to stay,” you whispered.

For the first time, he thought about reality.

“Convince me to go.”

“Why would I do that?

“Because, I have a life to get back to,” you informed.

“Ah right, your fancy life.” He rolled to the side and propped his head onto his arm as he watched you. “The same life you ran away from.”

Rolling your eyes, you looked into the ceiling. “All right. I can do that.” He cleared his throat loudly and slide back to perch on the grey concrete block that was his headboard. “You can’t stay, you have to get back to that wonderful life with parents who want you to be someone you’re not. A career you’re good at and enjoy but feels stifling. You have to get back to a confining life in a confining place so you can be practical.”

A feeling of dread filled you. When he put it like that who the hell would want to go back to that? The look on your face must have said it all because he snorted out. “You look like you’re going to be sick.”

“I mean you suck at convincing me to go.”

He shrugged and sighed. “Did you know you moan in your sleep. It sounds soft and innocent.”

You looked at him and studied him, he was staring down at the sheets as if he were thinking about something of great importance.

“I didn’t know that.”

“You do, I like it.” Your eyes met again, and you nibbled your bottom lip as your heart skipped a beat.

“You snore, I don’t like it.” His laugh was loud again, and it filled the room, it made you laugh along with him. slowly your laughter died down and the silence in the room returned.

“Why did you leave?”

“It was time. I came to the realization that who I was there was never the person I wanted to be; I wasn’t happy. I was happiest here and I was who I wanted to be,” he explained.

“And who was that?”

“The guy who drinks beer over wine, and Gin over fruity drinks, the guy with a truck rather than a Mercedes, someone who put family above all else and who looked in the mirror and felt good enough and happy to be who he is. The guy who prefers whole in the wall bars over sky top restaurants and bars that have more drinks on the menu that sound like they’re foreign countries as opposed to drinks. I’m the down to earth man who still had a drawer full of butterscotch, who loves fresh snow and eats more than his weight. The man who--.”

“Would barge into a dark alley to save the rich princess at the drop of a hat, the guy who laughs with everything in him and whose smiles come all the way up to his eyes, the guy who sucks at Uno and can say every word to Ice Cube’s Do It. the man who has a carved out spot for him in a bookcase at the library right next to books about the meaning of life and other deep philosophical topics, the man who would fight off two muggers without a care of getting severely injured just to keep a woman safe. The guy who would open his home to a complete stranger, one he didn’t like and ridiculed not even eight hours ago. The man who is a pretty damn good architect, but an even better contractor, the man who never needs to prove himself to anyone about his worth. The kind, chivalrous, valiant, fun, giving, hilarious, patient, adventurous, sweet, guy?”

His smile was soft as he stared at you. Every word you spoke his chest felt tighter and tighter. You saw him, really saw him. saw him better than anyone. Six hours and you’d just made the last six years of his life seem like a complete waste of time.

“I never said I didn’t like you.”

“Oh no? So you’re an asshole to everyone you like?” His jaw dropped.

“Asshole? Really?” You nodded.

“Wow.”

“Calm down, you’re the nicest asshole anyone could ever meet.” He laughed again and smiled at you.

“I see you too fancy face.”

“What do you see?”

“The woman who wants to belong and is trying to force it where she doesn’t. A woman who doesn’t realizes she has a voice and that voice is incredibly strong and powerful. A woman who while boring by her definition actually can be the life of the party if she only allowed herself. A woman who is so damn smart she could do anything she set her mind to. A woman who though sheltered is not naive, though guarded is able to trust, though completely blind can see. A woman who is so brave but can’t see it, who is such a badass she can mace one perp then tazer another unconscious and in the same breath remember to apply pressure to a wound. A woman who has such a big heart that she is willing to worry and care about a complete stranger. A woman who lingers close to practicality more times than not because she is afraid of taking a chance. The woman who I’ve found after careful research is good at everything we’ve done. Dancing, eating, drinking, being a hero, a nurse, you name it. The funny, perplexing, sweet, fun, adventurous, giving, compassionate, gorgeous, oxymoron of a woman.”

Tears filled your eyes on the verge of spilling over. He didn’t want you to go. He wanted you to stay with him, consequences be damned. He watched them fall and you looked away and sniffled.

“Goddamn it. You’re supposed to be convincing me to go.”

“I know.”

“You suck at this.” You wiped at the tears. He slid down to where you were in the bed and pulled you close.

“I do. I don’t want to convince you to go. I want you to stay, right here.” You searched his eyes trying to understand what he meant.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do. I really mean it. I mean it more than I’ve meant anything I’ve said in the last few years,” he admitted.

“This is—no, you know nothing about me. We’ve known each other six hours.”

“Technically, we can call it two days. This has been the best two days I’ve had in a long time. Tell me you don’t agree.”

“I—I--, of course, I agree. It’s been great,” you agreed.

“See, so funny people say you can fall in love at first sight. My grandparents met, fell in love and got married in the span of a month. Their story was always a fairytale to me and my siblings. It was a different time then, of course it was possibly possible. Not likely in these times but I stand corrected. I’ve felt things for you in the last two days, let along those six hours that I have never felt for anyone else ever. That scares the shit out of because it’s insane. It’s insane to think your life is fine then bam you meet someone, and they show you that your life was never fine it just was and they now make your life better. It’s insane but it doesn’t make it any less true. That is how I felt when I looked into your eyes in that alley and every hour since I’ve just--,” he paused. He knew he was rambling, he did it all the time when he was nervous or scared.

“I—when I walked into that bar I was convinced that love was bullshit, it was some tragic thing there to make a fool of us and trick us into seeing what isn’t there. I was sure I’d never known it, and that I’d never be able to feel it. Now, here with you, I’m sure that I’ve never known it because—I’ve never felt this way before.”

You crashed your lips to his and took charge of the kiss. As you kissed him you rolled onto him and quickly pushed off the pants he wore along with the shirt you wore and began the dance of lovers. The two of you rolled around the bed panting and moaning the names you’d used for each other the entire time. Once the bed became boring you came together on the floor perched against the mattress. Then again against the window with the backdrop of the winter wonderland of Boston behind you.

By the time the two of you came up for air, it was once again night. Seeing him sleeping beside you made you smile. As you softly trailed your finger across his lip and down his chest pressing every curve and muscle to memory you got out the bed and quietly made your way to the living room where your purse was. You took it with you to the kitchen island, got a bottle of beer out the fridge and stared at your turned off phone. It had been almost three days. You knew the shit was hitting the fan and they were probably worried sick.

At this very moment, you had no doubt there was a plan in place to either find you or carry on as scheduled. Your mother being the perfect socialite she was always kept the showing moving even when the wheels fell off. You were the wheels in this particular show. You being AWOL was a nuisance for her no doubt but in no way was it an impasse. After taking a heavy gulp of the beer you turned your phone back on and drank some more as it powered up.

As soon as it got to your home screen it started going off with notification after notification. Quickly you grabbed it and turned the sound off and watched as message after message came in. You set the phone down and continued drinking. Five minutes later alerts were still coming in. After ten minutes all was still so you picked it up and saw over seventy messages, the same amount of texts and several emails. You groaned and finished the beer in one breath. Randomly you picked one of the voicemails to listen to. The sound of your father’s voice came on.

“Princess, it’s dad. I’ve always played devil’s advocate with you, or should I say mother’s advocate. Right now, I don’t want to do that. Right now, I want to play dad. I know that the last few months have been a lot. I know it’s been hectic with work, the business, this impending merger and all that entails, and I know we haven’t had a lot of time to sit and talk and maybe that’s why you just picked up and ran. You probably felt alone. For that, I’m sorry, princess. I never want you to feel that way but running away is not the answer. You know that deep down. So, come on home. We all miss you and love you.”

You sighed and closed your eyes and picked another message. This time your mother’s voice shrilled over the line.

“Y/N, is this how you treat your mother? I carried you for nine months, spent twenty hours in labor, sacrificed so much for you, not including my breasts that will never be the same again. I have given you everything. This is how you repay me? Good lord, Y/N, you are behaving like a child. An impudent child. You cannot afford to behave this way. You have obligations, responsibilities. Things are expected of you, things have been laid out for you, planned and those things have to be upheld. Think of me, think of your father, think of the business and your standing in society. Get back here before this silly little rebellion costs you and everyone else a great deal. Do not embarrass me!”

Dropping your head to the counter you groaned. While your head was down you tried to think about everything, the last two days included. It was a lot. You were quickly running out of time.

“Hey fancy face.” you jumped and slammed your phone down onto the face in time to feel his arms wrap around you and his lips kiss your shoulder.

“Hi.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah just, came for a beer,” you informed. His eyes landed on your phone.

“And for a dose of reality.” You shrugged.

“What can I say, I’m a sucker for torture.”

“If that’s’ your thing I have some ideas on kink.” You smiled and turned to him and kissed him hoping to distract you both from the fancy android on the counter. He kissed you back and moaned on you, a moan you echoed.

“Mmm, you’re naked.” His smile was wide.

“So I am. Plan on taking advantage of it?” you smiled and kissed him once more.

“Maybe, I’m gonna use the bathroom, but meet me in the bedroom in two minutes we should definitely talk about those kinky ideas you have.” He smiled again and you slinked around him hurrying to the bathroom.

He smiled and walked to the fridge for a beer of his own. As he stood there and drank from it he rested his hand on the counter but knocked over your purse onto the floor. The contents spilled out before him. He bent down and retrieved each item he saw and marveled that you could hold so many things in one bag. Perfume, four different shades of lipstick, a mirror, mascara, hand sanitizer, tampons, painkillers, birth control, and a slender wallet. When his eyes saw the glint of a jewel to the left he peered around the island and underneath one of the stools his heart stopped at what he saw.

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onomatophia · 6 years

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Title: Mistletoe Kiss

Pairing: SasuSaku

A/N: Forgive me, I cannot seem to write a Sasuke-kun that's not OOC.

"Sasuke-kun!"

Sasuke turned his head toward his pretty pink-haired team mate who's approaching him.

"How come you're not on top of the Christmas tree? I thought that's where angels belonged," Sakura said and then gave him a wink.

Sasuke felt his face grow hot and scowled at Sakura in reply as he heard Naruto and Ino, who were sitting beside him, snicker at him.

Naruto held a Christmas party in his apartment and because Sasuke is staying with him for a while, he has no choice but to get off his brooding ass and join the party.

"Pardon me," Sakura continued when she finally reached where they all sat and pointed at Sasuke's lap, "But is this seat taken?" she asked then smirked at him.

Naruto and Ino only guffawed when Sasuke all but spewed out his drink and stood up, not quite knowing what to do.

"I'm just gonna," Sasuke started but trailed off uncomfortably when he felt Sakura intensely looking at him and decided to just gesture the way to the kitchen and removed himself from the group.

"Sakura-chan, when will you stop bullying the poor bastard?" Naruto asked, shaking his head at her and trying to hold back his grin.

"When it stops being fun," she answered jokingly and took Sasuke's seat.

Sakura watched Sasuke head to the kitchen with amusement as she continued to drink her beer.

Sasuke-kun, she muses, is really fun to tease. His neck and ears go all red and he gets all awkward and panicky. He's usually cool and composed but whenever she's around, he transforms into this stuttering mess and she decided to take advantage of it.

Sasuke just came back from his two-year sojourn around villages outside Konoha two weeks ago and Sakura has picked up the habit of flirting with him every now and then.

It all started when she and Naruto welcomed Sasuke at the village gates and because she didn't know how to act around him, she just told him a pick up line out of nowhere to ease the tension between them.

"So how are you, Sasuke-kun?" she asked when he turned to acknowledge her presence after a quick banter with Naruto.

Sasuke looked at her for a few seconds and turned away immediately, his ears turning red, "I'm fine," he mumbled.

Sakura, still stupefied that he's here, right in front of her, answered him absentmindedly, "Hey, I didn't ask how you looked!"

There was a moment of silence among the three of them before Sakura realized what she said and she would have been embarrassed if she did not saw the blush creeping into Sasuke-kun's face.

And so the Bullying-Sasuke-kun-Everytime-She-Had-A-Chance project begins.

"You must be tired, Sasuke-kun," she continued, a mischievous smirk forming on her lips.

Sasuke looked at her suspiciously and was about to reply when she cut him off.

"Because you're running through my mind all night," Sakura finished.

Sasuke all but sputtered, trying to form a dignified response and Naruto just gagged at his two best friends.

"It's a good thing you went to see me and get a check up," Sakura blabbered to him one day when he visited her at the hospital, when really, it was just an excuse so he could spend time with her.

"Cause I think you're lacking some Vitamin Me," she continued and then gave him a cheeky grin.

"I think I'm gonna need a second opinion," Sasuke deadpanned.

Most of the time, she didn't even have to tell him some lame pick up line. She just had to intentionally brush their fingers when she hands him a scroll from Kakashi, or she just had to sit beside him closely and stare at him intently or just randomly wink at him when they spar, then bam! Sasuke goes from being a tall scary dude to a blushing and embarrassed teenage girl.

But sometimes, Sasuke-kun can be super dumb.

"If I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put 'U' and 'I' together," Sakura told him one time at Ichiraku's while they waited for Naruto.

Sasuke frowned and scrunched his forehead, "Why would you do that? It's hard enough to guess which letter comes next without having to sing the alphabet all over from the start every damn time and now you want to make it even more complicated."

Sakura just stared at him for a long time and laughed at him, "Sasuke-kun, you are an idiot."

"Me? Idiot? I'm not the one who wants to jumble alphabet letters and complicate everyone's lives around here."

Sasuke was standing by the kitchen counter and trying to open a beer bottle when he felt someone enter the kitchen. He turned around and saw Sakura by the doorway, looking all pretty with that stupid bright smile of hers, that stupid pastel pink hair, that stupid clear green eyes, and that stupid cute red dress she's wearing paired with a stupid cute boots.

He chastised himself for losing his cool around her earlier for what seemed to be the nth time whenever she flirts with him. She knows just how much she affects him and she's enjoying it.

Sasuke just nodded at her and took a swig from his beer, trying to keep it cool and get his shit together around the girl he wants to spend the rest of his life with likes.

He just continued awkwardly standing there and took a peek at Sakura out of the corner of his eye. He gulped when he heard her approach him slowly, looking as if she was planning something terrible.

"I just came to check on you, Sasuke-kun. You've been gone for quite a while," She said as she neared him.

His heart started pounding when she stood just a feet away from him, looking so beautiful with that smile.

"Sasuke-kun," she whispered.

Sasuke looked around to find that he and Sakura were alone in the kitchen, the sounds of Naruto and Kiba's ruckus muffled outside.

"There's just you and me here, Sasuke-kun," Sakura said and closed the distance between them.

There were only the two of them in the kitchen and he doesn't know if he should feel scared or excited or both.

Sasuke cleared his throat and nervously backed away from Sakura.

Ever since his return home, he and Sakura never really got the chance to be alone together because she was always busy with the hospital while Naruto always pestered him. He doesn't really know what to do when he's around her because there's always this thick air of tension between them.

Yes, they have this unspoken promise of a future together before he left her two years ago but how can it happen if he keeps transforming into a pile of ridiculous mess whenever she's near him?

Sakura stepped forward while giving him a smouldering look that makes him want to pull his hair out of his head. Sasuke looked away and took a step back at the same time that Sakura stepped forward once more.

He was about to take another step behind when his back hit the kitchen counter and Sakura smirked evilly as she started to lean into him, putting her arms on his either side, effectively trapping him.

He could use his powers and disappear anytime or he could just push Sakura away but his body seemed immobile as he was locked into her stare. This woman is dangerous, he thinks.

Sakura looked up and forced out a laugh as she returned her gaze back to him, "Oh wow. How did that mistletoe get here?"

Sasuke looked up and gulped once more when he saw that hanging above them was indeed a mistletoe.

"Y-yes," he replied lamely. He didn't even know what it was that she said.

"There's something I want more than anything right now, Sasuke-kun," Sakura said, her gaze turning from his eyes to his lips.

Sasuke could feel his heart hammering loudly in his chest he was afraid that she might actually hear it. Be a man, Sasuke, goddamnit.

"What?" he asked nervously, his gaze at her lips.

"Well, it's the holidays. And it's just the two of us here, Sasuke-kun," she replied.

"Yeah?" Sasuke asked, his mouth suddenly dry.

"Uchiha Sasuke," Sakura stood on her tippy toes and whispered to his ear that made him shiver, "I want something hot, something to keep me warm tonight."

Sasuke's eyes widened a little, his pants suddenly tightening. They haven't even gone out on a date yet!

"Sakura, are you sure that this is what you want?" Sasuke choked out, his heart still beating fast in anxiety and anticipation.

"Sasuke-kun, this all I've been thinking about ever since I got here," she said and then smiled seductively at him. "Don't you want it, too?"

Sasuke can't place it but there's something sinister hidden in her smile.

"Here?" Sasuke asked, still looking unsure.

Sakura leaned on him further, her hands reaching for something behind him.

"Of course. Where else?" she asked, her voice husky.

Their faces are only an inch apart and he could feel her breath fanning his cheek. Her lips brushed the shell of his ear that almost made him whimper if not for the years of practiced self restraint. Their eyes are locked into each other as she leaned closer to him. He could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest. He was sure that their lips would meet when suddenly-

Click.

"Do you want marshmallows in your hot cocoa too, Sasuke-kun?"

"What."

Sasuke blinked and saw that Sakura stepped away from him, grinning widely. He then turned around and saw the electric kettle behind him turned on. It must have been the thing she was reaching for while leaning into him earlier.

He frowned and looked back at Sakura again, who was now wearing an innocent look.

Sakura moved around him and picked up two mugs from the dish rack and set them back down at the counter. She stood beside Sasuke, looking as if she's trying not to laugh, "What is it, Sasuke-kun? You look like a puppy who's been denied a treat."

Sasuke grinded his teeth when he finally got back to his senses and realized that she's making fun of him again!

"Well if you want, we could continue whatever it is you're thinking of earlier, Sasuke-kun," Sakura continued and winked at him.

Sasuke could feel the blood rushing to his face and only glared at Sakura in response.

This time, Sakura could not hold it anymore and laughed out loud, "Hahahaha! Forgive me, Sasuke-kun! You're just so cute when you get all flustered!"

"Oh really?" Sasuke asked through gritted teeth while he mustered his fiercest death glare.

Sakura seemed unaffected by what is obviously his burgeoning wrath and only laughed harder and pointed at him continuously. This woman is just not afraid of him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! You looked like a lost puppy earlier!" She kept saying while still laughing.

Sasuke just stood there, his anger at this pretty pink haired teammate who drives him crazy is starting to dissipate as she continued to grace the room with the sound of her laugh. He could feel the side of his lips involuntary lifting up as he gazed at her. Suddenly it doesn't matter that she was laughing at his expense and she kept bruising his ego. The fact that she was laughing uncontrollably, the fact that there was clear joy in her green eyes, and the fact that he was the reason for it makes his heart swell with pride.

And he doesn't know if it's the swig of beer he just drank, or if it's because it's just the two of them here and no one's around or if it's because he's so pathetically smitten with her, but he decided to do the craziest thing.

"Sakura."

Sakura finally stopped laughing and looked at him, smiling widely and the sides of her eyes crinkling, "Yes, Sasu-"

She was cut off when Sasuke pulled her close and descended his face down to hers when she bumped into his chest. Their lips met for a few seconds before Sasuke finally pulled away while he could still stop himself.

Sakura's eyes widened and immediately stepped back, "What? I'm, what? What just happened?"

All of the embarrassment Sasuke felt after the kiss suddenly vanished when he saw her stuttering and blushing and panicking in front of him. She was looking at him disbelievingly and opened and closed her mouth multiple times.

He finally gets why Sakura teases him often. It is indeed fun.

Sasuke smirked and leaned into her, "We're under the mistletoe, remember?" he said huskily. He felt her shiver before he stepped back from her, making him proud of himself.

He then headed out of the kitchen, taking one last look at her, still blushing and shell shocked at what had just transpired.

Who's flustered now, eh?

#sasusaku #ssfanfiction #ssfic #pia writes #haruno sakura #uchiha sasuke

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areyoujimin-no-okaybye · 6 years

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Hovate.

Jaebum one shot

(I hope you like it!)

Hovate.

That’s what I’ll call my relationship with Jaebum. Yes, Jaebum from Got7. Ive been friends with these boys since they debuted. We’ve been through thick and thin. Except for Jaebum and I, it was just nothing. Ever since the start, this head ass has always been disrespectful towards me. Always. There has not been one time where he was nice to me, but I was always so sweet towards his rude fuckery ass. Until I started to treat him the same, daily.The saddest thing was, I had hella feelings for him. Like I wanted to pursue a relationship, but we already knew that’s not going to happen. He never knew how I felt, and he won’t know. I always wondered what I did wrong? Why does he call me all these names, and criticize me for everything I do? He does all of this crazy shit, for no apparent reason. It’s confusing. I love and hated him. I Hovated him.

The boys and I were planning to go clubbing tonight, as a celebration for their new album. It was all the usual. Jaebum and I were arguing over something stupid again, in front of the boys. “Okay, but did I ask you to move my shoes? You shouldn’t even touch them. You won’t have the money to pay for new ones.” Jaebum stated. “All I did was move your shoes to the closet, so they aren’t in the way.” I sighed. “Y/n you’re so annoying, just don’t touch my shit. Why do you have so much rules? You’re the only one who lives here, you’re annoying as fuck man I swear.” It’s my fucking house, my rules. Get the fuck out if you don’t like it.” He looked at the guys annoyed, “I’ll meet you in the car, let me know when this bitch is done.” Jaebum made his way to the car, giving me one final glance. I sighed, “are y’all ready?” “Liyah, you don’t have to go. We know how stressful he is.” I placed my hands on Marks shoulders, “I’m fine. Let’s have fun.” I smiled.

We finally arrived to the club, after a long ride of me dealing with Jaebum’s small hateful comments. I walked in, to be nearly tripped by his feet. If he didn’t want me touching his shoes then why the fuck was he making me trip over them?

I watched as the boys had their fun on the floor as I was at the bar. I had a drink, and another, and another, then another one, followed by another one, adding on with a couple of shots. Until I felt weird, like I wanted to get up and dance. So I got up, and finally joined the boys. Ignoring jaebums looks, until it looked like he stumbled away. I looked at him for a few seconds to see where he was going. He looked like he was heading to the bar, to get another drink. He already looks beaten to death with all the drinks he had. He could get sick if he had another, he was already drunk enough. Not completely sure what I was doing, I followed him to stop him from making a bad decision, even though I wanted him to so bad.

“Jaebum, no.” I slurred, and grabbed the money out of his hand. “Oh so you went from ruining my shoes to taking my money? Guess you really don’t have a fucking heart, huh?” “No I’m stopping you from drinking, you’ve had enough. You’ll get sick.” He scoffed, “since when did you care for me?” “I always cared for you, you fucking idiot. It’s the other way around.” “Other way around? What the fuck are you going on about?” “You hated me from the start you dip-shit. You always made me feel bad for the dumbest shit. You’ve broken my heart into a million pieces, yet I still was there for you.” “Y/n.” I decided to just let he alcohol talk, “No shut the fuck up, it’s my turn to talk. I fell in love with you. I bought you dinner, gave you surprise birthday parties, took you to the doctor, and every single time I did those things for you; you always were rude. You pushed me away. Told me to stop following you, as if I was. Said I don’t belong around someone as popular as you. You always put me down, and I had to lift myself back up, you always ran your mouth about me. You call me whore, slut, hoe, bitch, annoying, Stu-“ And with that, he kissed me. He kissed me to shut me up, like he knew he was wrong and he was tired of hearing everything he did to me. I was put into shock. It felt so right; but wasn’t it so wrong? His lips moved so slowly, colliding with mine. Why was I kissing back? What the hell? His hands cupped my cheeks to pull me more into him. His eyes were closed as mine were still wide from the shock. His beer breath started to linger into my mouth as his tongue licked my lip, and to end the kiss~ he bit my bottom lip and tugged on it as he pulled away. I looked up at him, he looked back at me. The intensifying stare we had between us, only grew tougher. I couldn’t tell if it was love, or hate. Either way, I ran. I ran out of there, only to be chased by him. “Y/N! WAIT!” I ran, to wherever my feet took me, I took my heels off at one point and just threw them. I lifted my hair so It wouldn’t blur my sight and just ran, but he was faster than I was. He turned me around, “look I’m sorry.” “Get off me, you bastard” I cried, tears running down my face quickly. “Y/N...” Jaebum said softly. “No! I tell you I love you, then you take advantage of me.” “No I love you too.” I looked up at him in disbelief. He looked like he was telling the truth, but for all I know he could be lying. “You’re just drunk.” I spit at him, and continued to walk away, realizing he wasn’t chasing me this time. He stood there, emotionless. He knew he did wrong, all this time. Maybe it was time he showed you how much he loved you as well.

The next morning, I had a pounding headache. I did drink a lot, but it wasn’t enough to make me forget the events that happened last night. I threw on my toner and just walked to my kitchen. I grabbed my coffee as the boys bursted in. I gasped, pulling my robe tighter. “What the hell, boys?!” I yelled, looking to see where Jaebum was. “Thank god.” I said under my breath~ but somehow they still seemed to hear it. “You need to talk to Jaebum.” Jackson said, make me confused, they don’t know about the kiss. From what I know of. “That kiss has made him desperate. I told you he loved you, slow one.” Bam bam added, I scoffed. “Love me? Love me?!” I shouted, getting louder. “He didn’t love me, and he sure as hell doesn’t now. He was drunk. He made a drunken mistake, if he even calls it a mistake. He was using me, he only kissed me to make me want him even more. If he loved me he wouldn’t have treated me like shit for he past couple years.” “I only treated you like shit because I didn’t want t be around someone that I never thought I’d have the chance with.” I looked up to see a crap looking Jaebum standing at my front door. The boys took this as a moment to leave. He walked over to me, as I was still shocked at why he showed up. “Y/N” I looked up at him, letting what he just said repeat into my head.” “I’m in love with you. I only treated you like; that~ because I was scared.” He said, cupping my cheeks. His lips were only inches away. I stared at his lips for a moment, “scared of what?” I whispered against his lips, making eye contact again. “Scared of denial. Scared that you wouldn’t have felt the same about me. I didn’t wanna go through a heart break. I was bound to in the end though..” “Jaebum...” “no I’m sorry, and yes I’m aware that I fucked up; but there wasn’t a day that passed by where I don’t regret what I said to you.” “If you regret it every single day, why did you continue to do it?” “Because, I didn’t want you finding out” “you’re a fucking idiot.” “I’ll take that, and you’re a beautiful mistake.” I slapped his chest, as he laughed. Then he did it, he kissed me again. This time, he wasn’t drunk. This time he meant it. The spark wasn’t going anywhere, it just kept growing. Well it was until the boys came in applauding us, happy the bad blood was over. Jaebum looked me in the eyes and just kissed me again, forgetting about their existence~ and forgetting about the past.

#requested #got7 #jaebum #angst #jaebum angst #jaebum imagine #jaebum scenario

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kittenwritesstuff · 7 years

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Wham Bam

Gif’s not mine!

Fandom: Marvel Pairing: Logan Howlett x (teacher)reader Genres: possible secondhand embarrassment, a bit of jealousy, fluff Words: 1.615 Summary: Drunk, you confess your feelings for Logan, despite being sure he wants only Jean. However, Logan has a surprising admission to make - requested by Anonymous

With a grunt, you force your eyelids to lift as the obnoxious sound of an alarm invades your ears. Your head feels incredibly heavy, and a dull ache pounds as soon as you decide to get up.

Yesterday evening you’ve made quite an amount of bad decisions. First one was agreeing when Logan invited you for a drink. Then, one bottle of scotch later, you have made another bad decision, but you blame only alcohol for that.

You told Logan you were in love with him.

And then you ran away. Well, you tried to run but it was more like a slalom, given your drunken state.

When you reached your room, you found a bottle of beer and decided to drink it while you wallowed in self-pity and shame.

Needless to say, the evening wasn’t good.

And, what was even worse, you are sure that Logan remembers everything. Every damn word you said.

As if it even matters. It’s not like your confession will miraculously make him love you. He has eyes only for Jean, you are nothing more than a fellow teacher. Probably not even a friend.

You heave out a sight, as you rub your eyes. Luckily, it’s Sunday which means no classes, which means you will have a whole day to recover from your poor choices last night.

“Shiiiiiit,” you mutter under your breath as you course your fingers through your hair. How could you be so dumb? How could you let yourself be fooled by a hefty dose of whisky and a bit more relaxed Logan? Why did you think that his smiles from previous night meant something more?

Climbing out of the bed, you waddle to your bathroom, deciding that for now, the best choice will be to take a shower. A very cold one. You need to be sober in case of meeting Logan, although you are pretty sure you will run away just as you did yesterday.

It seemed like a great idea then, most likely your brain will prompt you to do the same today. After all, Logan equals lethal danger right now.

You are literally dying from embarrassment. For some reason your mind keeps presenting you images of angry Logan, disappointed Charles and very sad Ororo. And Jean with mocking smile, even though she was always nice to you.

“I am so bloody stupid,” you scold yourself as you rub a soap against your skin. Of course, your usual a little reserved manner disappeared when Logan said a few nice words. Pathetic. A guy you have a crush on says a compliment and you immediately throw caution to the wind and take a risk.

You have never regretted anything more.

Wrapping a towel around your torso, you reach for a smaller one to dry your hair. At least you’ve learnt a lesson. You are now even more assured that there is no point in revealing your true emotions. You gained nothing more than shame and regret, and you obviously would do just fine without them.

You put on your favorite jeans and a plaid shirt and stop before your door, your hand on a handle, your brows furrowed.

You are hungry but what if Logan is there? What if you step into him? What if you have to talk to him?

Of course, you can’t stay in your room forever, even though the prospect seems very appealing and tempting. Charles would eventually come to you, asking if you’re alright, and there was no way you could hide your thoughts from him, not when your mind is literally screaming.

You sigh and push the door open, peeking at the corridor. It’s empty and so you walk out of your room and quietly sneak into the kitchen, hoping that Logan is still asleep. Surely, he needs his rest, too, he probably drunk more after you left. You don’t want to think about how your spectacular admission made him feel.

You little journey ends up with a success as you enter a vacant kitchen. Quickly, you make yourself a coffee and scrambled eggs with bacon. Your head doesn’t ache that much already – it’s a con of having enhanced healing abilities.

Being a mutant is very useful sometimes.

Finishing your breakfast in no time, you clean after yourself and after making yourself a cup of tea for later, you head to your room. You need to find a way to occupy your mind, so that you won’t spend the entire day on thinking about last evening. Preparing for tomorrow classes is your top idea now, later probably a nap and a book.

You don’t allow yourself a moment of musing. No way you will think about Logan today. You’re done with him. Nothing you can do about it now, no way you can make it right.

How can you compete with Jean, anyway?

You pout. It’s an absolutely hopeless situation, isn’t it? Logan most likely hates you now and by tomorrow, Jean will know about your crush, too, which means Scott will find out. And he will definitely tease you forever.

Gosh, you wish you could turn back time and never agree on drinking with Logan.

You are almost at your door when someone calls your name and you freeze, your eyes going wide.

It’s him.

“Y/N! C’mon, we gotta talk.”

“No,” you shake the initial frozen state off and say sternly. “No, no, no, no, no, no.”

You keep repeating it even when you close the door behind yourself, successfully separating you and Logan.

He knocks roughly at the door.

“Can we just talk?”

“No, I’m busy!” you shout, walking away from the door and placing your tea on your desk. Logan won’t walk in uninvited so you opt to ignoring him for as long as it takes. He will eventually give up, right?

“Bullshit, you told you had everything ready.”

“I lied!”

“Oh, so that’s your strategy, eh?”

You curse under your breath at the cockiness in his voice. It seems that nothing you can say will make him go away, and you don’t look forward to feeling trapped in your own room.

“Logan, just go!” you call as you sit on the edge of your bed, your eyes fixed on the door.

“Not until we talk!”

“Go on then!”

“Let me in first!” he barks and you purse your lips. You don’t want to see him but at the same time you’re aware that it’s inevitable. At some point, the two of you have to have a conversation about what happened the previous night but can’t it be delayed? Forever, perhaps?

“Al right, I’m coming in!” he announces after a moment of silence and as the door begin to open, you cover your face with your hands in irrational want to create a kind of shield from him. You can’t see him so he’s not able to see you, right?

He lets out an airy chuckle as he closes the door.

“You know I can still see you.”

“No, you can’t,” you mumble and you hear Logan stepping closer. As you peek down you see his feet directly in front of you.

“Y/N, look at me.”

“No, I don’t wanna.”

“Y/N…” he calls softly as he lowers himself to, most likely, be on your eye level. You’re not bold enough to check.

“You weren’t that shy yesterday,” he teases and you roll your eyes even though he can’t see it.

“I mean, the way you told me about… you know… I didn’t expect such a show, to be honest.”

“What, Jean would do it better?” you say, your voice turning low and almost venomous. You realize that you are being stupidly jealous but you can’t help it. Every time you’ve seen Logan and Jean together, smiling at each other, you wished it was you, not her.

Logan sighs.

“Y/N, listen. I know that it looks like Jean and I have a thing… but she’s with Scott, and I… Damn, you drive me crazy, babygirl.”

“What?!” you exclaim, your hands falling on your thighs as you stare at Logan with wide open eyes.

“Hey, pretty face,” he smirks and you snort through your nose.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

Logan quirks up his brow.

“As I said, I’m crazy about you, not Jean.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me yesterday?”

“You flaked off, Y/N,” he chuckles and you nod your head.

“Okay, you have a point,” you admit and Logan shakes his head slightly, a small fond smile spreading on his lips.

“You better now? Or still don’t wanna see me?” he teases again and you playfully punch his arm.

“Shut up, Logan. I was embarrassed, okay?”

“Oh, I can imagine! I thought you wouldn’t leave your room at all today.”

“Well, it crossed my mind,” you crack a smile and gasp when, without warning, Logan wraps his arms around your middle.

“So now’s the fun part,” his voice is lower now, quieter. “Can I kiss you?”

“Can you, Logan?” it’s your turn to tease him. Logan simply doesn’t seem like a man who’d ask such a thing.

“I’m trying to be a gentleman here and that’s wha-“

He doesn’t get to finish the banter because you pull at the collar of his shirt and crash your lips onto his, successfully cutting him off.

Although, you’re sure Logan doesn’t mind. And even more so, when he tilts your head to deepen the kiss. It’s turning into passionate and rough within seconds, just as you imagined it would be, and you are pushed onto your back only a moment later, his lips starting their sweet assault on your neck.

Yeah, that’s more like Logan.

#logan #logan x reader #logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #wolverine #wolverine x reader #x reader #reader insert #x men #xmenfic #marvelfic #loganfic #logan imagine #logan one shot #logan fic #logan drabble

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resetmypatientviolence · 7 years

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Picture to Burn (Seth x MC x Matt)

Picture to Burn-- Part 1 of this fic series (I think?)

Word count: 1,499 Pairing: Seth x Terrance [MC] x Matt

Rating: PG13

Warnings: Language; Matt doesn’t actually make an appearance, FYI

Summary: How was Terrance supposed to leave Seth alone in after the disaster of a comedy show? For that matter, how could she NOT kiss him? She didn’t think anything of the paparazzi’s stolen picture until the next morning when everybody wants to know about her “Mystery Man”. It would all be okay, maybe even great, if she also didn’t have the same secret moments with Matt Rodriguez, the actor with a heart of gold.

Suggested Song Accompaniment: Bad at Love-- Halsey

Note: I have a name for my Drake x MC x Liam fic series (finally), “Supposed to Be” which you can find here. The 3rd chapter is coming soon! Thank you for your support of my writing! Enjoy!

Terrance pulled her head up, reluctantly; blonde curls falling over her bare shoulder, tank top strap slipped off her shoulder. The water Seth got for her before he headed back to his apartment was untouched. She groaned. At least her head wasn’t swirling. She had worse mornings.

Propping herself on an elbow, she grabbed the lukewarm water and drank it in big gulps, last night coming back into focus. Seth’s disaster of a show. The kiss in the dressing room. The first round of drinks. Then another. Then another bar. Then back to her apartment, ordering pizza, and drinking beers and watching D-grade movies. Kisses, and lots of them, some small and others deep and steamy, peppered between everything.

Finished, Terrance smiled to herself, setting the glass back on the nightstand. Seth was drunk too, but he still tucked her in, Terrance giggling the whole time, and gave her water. She touched her lips. She didn’t want him to go, stalling him with insistent kisses, but she grew too tired to keep up her resistance. Though, what were they waiting for?

Looking at the door, she sighed, quietly. Nothing was official with Matt… or him… but why did she feel so conflicted and guilty when she looked into Seth’s eyes? Why would she be breaking somebody’s heart eventually? Could she… not? “Or you can just stop kissing cute boys…” she muttered to herself, dragging herself out of bed. She came here to act, after all. Not be caught up in confusion, even if nothing was official. It felt so small town.

It was a quiet morning—she still had time before she had to be on set. Coffee brewing, Terrance showered, and changed, entering the kitchen just as the pot beeped. “Ugh, finally.” Pouring herself a cup, she sat on the counter and pulled out her phone for the first time. She used to scroll through it half asleep in bed… but ever since her newfound fame, she needed to be sharp—focused. Who knew if a another surprise interview would appear the morning of?

As the new usual, notifications everywhere. Thousands of followers. She posted a picture of her coffee. Likes, instantly. She exhaled, slow. It was… she didn’t know how to feel. Matt couldn’t even relate. A text, from Chazz, well, multiple.

Ter! Is that your neighbor??

Girl!! Spill!

Text me the second—and I mean—the second you wake up!!

Puzzled, she tilted her head. I do live by people, yeah.

In the picture!

What????????

“Oh, shit.” The photographer. Matt. Chazz sent the photo, accompanied by an article from TMZ. Hollywood’s Newest IT Girl and her Mystery Man—CAUGHT!

She rubbed her temple. There was no denying it was her, hair, smile and all. Their lips, barely touching, pulling away from the kiss, but the photographer still got the shot. Seth’s hands wrapped around her back, gripping the fabric of her dress, like he never wanted to let her go. She gulped and set the cup on the counter.

The tabloids picked it up. Want to know everything about him and you. My inbox is exploding. On my way to now to take you to your shoot—you have some answers to give.

What if there isn’t any?????

WTF TER?!

She slouched, sinking lower and lower into herself. “Shit,” she breathed. None of this would have mattered, of course, if she hadn’t been tangled up with Matt.

Matt was... amazing. New, fast paced, grand, and yet, genuine. It was like she could see through him and he to her. He wasn’t just an actor, he was a person who just wanted to feel normal once in a while. She knew he liked how she grounded him and made those parts of him flourish in their short time as more close than friends—and coworkers—should be.

Seth was also… amazing. Soft, gentle, funny, and familiar. Like home. That might be the Midwest connection, but it was deeper than that. She lost herself in his blue eyes and she would do anything to protect him, and him to her. With him, she felt at home, at ease, comfortable in the insanity of her new life.

Nothing was official with either. But, somehow, she felt that she picked the two men in Hollywood who might actually care if she was conflicted between two people. She should have told them, but life was coming at her all too fast. She just wanted to see them when she could and see if there was a connection for something more there. If there was. And for Matt… she could only hope he didn’t pay attention to the tabloids anymore. She’s rather tell him in person than have him see… that. The picture.

Another text notification. Not from Chazz. Matt. Her heart leapt to her throat. She was about to open it when the knocking started. “Coming!” She slid off the counter and nervously rubbed her hands together.

She opened it and there was Seth. He offered a smile. “Hey, Iowa, got some more coffee?”

She nodded stiffly. “Yeah, help yourself.” He walked in and she popped her head out into the hallway… just making sure nobody was there. There wasn’t.

Terrance bit her lip and joined him in the tiny kitchen, picking up her still warm cup. She really should write a book on how to feel like a shitty person within one minute. Bestseller. “Umm… so…” she started. “Thanks for the water, it was a lifesaver.”

Seth chuckled, eyes crinkling. “Always, Iowa.” They paused. Her phone on the counter with Matt’s text. “So… that picture….”

She shook her head. “I’m so sorry, Seth, I didn’t know that he’d follow me and get that and…”

“No, no, it’s okay. Well, I mean an invasion of our privacy, but look at this.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and showed her the screen, filled with notifications too. Texts, emails…. She squinted her eyes and cocked her head.

“They figured out my mystery man, huh?”

“Clubs are asking me—asking me—to do stand up for them. Can you believe it?” He sounded incredulous, but Terrance saw the smile on his lips. It warmed her heart. Well, maybe one good thing came from the picture. Could that outweigh the bad?

She kissed him on the cheek, smiling. He raised his eyebrows but then smiled, truly. “I’m happy that that happened, Seth. You deserve it.” He sipped his coffee, free hand tucking a wild curl behind her ear.

“The next thing… what do you want me to do next?”

“Hmm?”

“If people ask, I’ve got tabloids wanting to interview me, to give the scoop on you, us, and… it’s not my place to speak for you, if you want to say anything.” Her phone buzzed again. She broke her gaze from Seth’s blue eyes. Matt’s name, again. She frowned, heartbeat speeding. Oh god oh god oh god.

“I… it’s a little crazy, isn’t it?” she said, shaking her head. “Just a kiss and bam, suddenly everybody cares about my personal life. I shouldn’t be complaining… but…” Terrance trailed when his happy smile was gone. He stared into his coffee. She grit her teeth and replayed her words. Just a kiss.

Seth was still quiet. Her phone, buzzed, again. “Listen,” she said, moving next to him, nudging his side. “Please don’t talk to the tabloids. If… if this is something, let’s have this move at our pace, okay? Not what Hollywood wants.”

He nodded, looking at her now. “Will do, Iowa.” Then, he cupped her face, fingertips lingering on her skin before he kissed her lips, so gentle. So unlike the one kiss in the hallway of their apartment the moment they entered it last night…. Terrance shivered. “For the record, I do hope that this will be something, someday,” he said after the kiss.

Me too, Terrance wanted to say, but couldn’t because she wasn’t sure of the truth herself. Instead, she kissed him, biting his lower lip exactly how he liked it. A small moan from the base of his throat. And suddenly, she was writing the sequel of How to Feel Like a Shitty Person in One Minute, aptly titled How to Become a Bigger Piece of Shit Than You Already Are. “I think you have some new jokes to write up, Mystery Man,” she whispered.

He laughed, eyes twinkling, bright with possibility. “That I do, Iowa. Have a… er, story to tell when you get back from your shoot today.”

Terrance picked up her phone. It buzzed. Again. The third book of her human shit trilogy was on its way. “I’ll have a novel by the end of this movie.”

Seth grinned. “See you later, Terrance.” He kissed her cheek and headed out. Instantly, the ease, despite the situation at hand, disappeared. Terrance grit her teeth, and stared at her phone. Now or never.

Taking a deep breath, she swiped, opening up Matt’s messages.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the fiction. All rights go to Pixelberry Studios.

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