#oh and i said i would wake up yesterday but obviously i just slept lol

[kimmkitsuragi]

okay do i watch the ladies sp and men fp tonight it's literally 2am and 4am for me 😭

[mooodyblue]

blue hour | 70s!elvis x afab!reader

summary: you get the opportunity of a lifetime to write an article on elvis for his first MSG appearance, but there's just something about that blue suit .

WC: 3.4k

warnings: NSFW, MINORS DNI one tiny mention of the colonel, smut, smut and more smut, oral(m.receiving), protected sex(because i finally remembered to write it in this time!), riding, idk im missing tags

notes: based on this, this is my favorite look on elvis like. Ever. he looks so good yall. i'm having like the worst week so i wrote this to cope lol also i know he had two shows that day but for my own purposes he only had a night show. may contain inaccuracies or mistakes as always. enjoy!

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although you loved working at your little newspaper job, it'd been a rough last few weeks. your boss only allowing you to write the most boring articles you'd ever written. local woman celebrates her 100th birthday, it rained yesterday, the price of milk went up by one cent, it wasn't enough. you needed more, a challenge. so when the awful, loud coworker that you hated oh so much got the piece for elvis presley's upcoming show at madison square garden, allowing her to attend the press conference, you were about 5 seconds away from quitting.

"oh, they're definitely fucking." another coworker whispered to you, leaning on your cubicle. you scoffed. "no way, i just think she's good at kissing his ass." you turned your head to the side, watching as she let out a squeal as she hugged your boss tightly. "yeah, if sucking dick counts as kissing ass. you deserved that piece." they said to you, walking away after giving you a slight pat on the back. it was true though, you deserved to write about it. that should have been you screaming and thanking your boss. you put in more effort into your work than she did, it wasn't fair. apparently your other coworkers thought the same, inviting you out to drinks after work. you raised your glass, "here's to hoping somethin' very very bad happens to her-" you slurred. "-so the article goes to me!" everyone laughed and raised their glasses along with you. obviously you didn't want her dead or anything that crazy, just something enough to let your boss hand it over to you.

it was almost as if the gods above you heard your prayers. you had the day of the press conference off and had slept in a few hours later than usual. the phone rang, waking you up from your deep sleep. you answered groggily to your boss who asked if you'd be able to attend in your coworkers place as she'd gotten the flu and could no longer go. you couldn't turn the offer down, it was a dream come true. not only would you be seeing elvis up close and in real life but this piece could have people taking you more seriously. now all you had to do was come up with questions to ask him. this was supposed to be his first large show in new york and you had the honor of being there, you needed to have good questions but you also needed to look good.

after a shower and rushing the office to get your press pass, you finally made it to the hotel for the conference. you'd never been so nervous for anything in your life, you were practically shaking when you showed your pass to get in. there were people everywhere, cameras everywhere all over the floor. you still managed to get a spot near the front, right in front of the table where elvis would be seated. you pulled out your recorder and notepad from your bag. it was such a surreal moment for you. it got more real once his father was brought out , followed by vernon waving and taking a quick seat right as the same man who introduced him announced "mr.presley brought a friend with him!". the room filled with claps and cheers as elvis walked out, smiling and standing proud next to his father, hands on his hips and nodding towards everyone. he looked incredible, wearing the prettiest shade of blue you'd ever seen that goes well with his tan, the undershirt was gorgeous. a white and blue floral-dotted pattern with the collar up. not to mention the dark blue cape supported by his collar.

"first of all, i plead innocent of all charges!" he joked as he took a seat.

him and vernon took a second to adjust their seating. "we love you elvis!" a woman yelled from the back. "thank you dear, love you too. thank you" he said loud and proud, leaving you melting. elvis was so lovely, always cracking jokes and making everyone laugh but always giving everyone a real answer. you hadn't spoken up though, the nerves were getting to you, still starstruck by the fact elvis was right in front of you. you just couldn't get over how handsome he looked, that shade of blue against his tan skin was doing something to you. if you had been sitting down, you'd definitely have to cross your legs or keep your thighs tightly squeezed together. you made the mistake of wearing a skirt as well, everyone else was dressed casually while you were dressed like it was another day at the office. the way he stood up to unbutton his blazer and show off his gold belt definitely made those feelings of yours a lot worse.

a little later into the conference, elvis finally took a glance at you, giving you a soft smile. "you hadn't said a word this whole time, cat got your tongue?" you turned slightly red as his words, truth is, you didn't really know what to ask him. "a-ah-mr.presley, you'll have to excuse me.." you stuttered. "elvis." he corrected. "-elvis, i'm just a little starstruck that's all." he let out a small laugh. "um-so-how are you enjoying new york? has anything caught your eye? you must be very excited to play tonight."

elvis moved his eyes up and down on you, grinning. "oh, something has caught my eye, alright." your mouth dropped, leaving you speechless. "i've been enjoyin' new york, real excited for tonight. it's gonna be a good show."

there were a few more questions, a couple towards vernon along with a few photos being taken. the colonel finally came out, saying they had to wrap it up. you almost felt sad, only keeping your eyes glued to elvis and the suit he was in till he left the room. as you got up, you were quickly approached by someone on his team asking for you to stay behind. your nerves getting the best of you once again, were you in trouble? everyone cleared out, taking their cameras and such out of the room as you stayed behind, taking a seat on the edge of the stage.

"hey darlin', sorry to keep you waiting." if you had turned your head any faster, you could have easily broken your neck. there he was, the most beautiful man to ever walk on this earth, walking towards you with that famous lip curling grin on his face.

you got on your feet, pushing your skirt back down to an appropriate level. "oh my-mr.presley! it's an honor to meet you!" you held your hand out for him to shake, to which he took and placed his lips on the back of your hand. "thought i told you to call me elvis, hon."

"right! sorry, mr-ah-elvis." you replied awkwardly. "what can i do you for?" you asked, trying to not look down at the rest of him. you couldn't help but stare.

"i'm supposed to go back and rehearse for tonight, but i think there's somethin' better i'd like to do instead." he moved his face closer to yours, the smell of his cologne and aftershave filling the inside of your nose.

"and what would that be?"

"why don't you come with me and find out?" he said under his breath. he took your hand and scurried you to his room, trying to avoid more of the press and his manager.

clicking the lock behind him, he began to shimmy off his blazer before you stopped him. "can you leave that on? just for a minute?" he raised an eyebrow at you, pulling you closer to him. "you like the suit mama? saw you eyein' me down in there" he had you pressed against him with his arms around your waist.

"thought you looked so pretty up there," you ran your hand over the soft fabric of his bright blue blazer, adjusting his collar slightly. "matches your eyes."

a shiver went down his spine as you touched him, aching for you more and more. "well, aren't you sweet?" he chuckled, placing a hand on your cheek.

"here's what's gonna happen baby, you're gonna suck me off then you're come to my show tonight and let me fuck you afterwards, sound good?" he explained, your own arousal was growing more and more as you felt him against you.

"yessir." he pulled away from you, chucking the gold plated belt that he had shown off earlier onto the bed then untucking his shirt from his pants. you kneeled down, the rough carpet hard on your knees. you'd definitely be feeling that later. you ran your hand over the swell on his pants and scanned his eyes for permission as you reached for the zipper. "go on, baby."

you unzipped the bright blue pants and carefully dragged them down to his thighs, being met with with his leaking, hard cock. you almost wanted to comment on his choice of wearing no underwear, but the clock was ticking. you took him in your hand, pumping him a few times before licking along the angry, protruding vein on the underside of his cock. you slowly took him in to give your throat time to adjust. taking him all in, he let out a soft groan and placed a hand in your hair.

he watched as you took him in and out of your mouth, fingernails digging into his thighs. "gonna let me fuck that mouth of yours?"

you moaned in response, his cock twitching at the vibration from your noises. he moved his hand to the back of your head, gripping at your hair as he fully thrusted himself in you. you were pretty much swallowing him whole, gagging slightly causing tears to fall from the corners of your eyes. "you should look at yourself hon, lookin' so fucked out. goddamn, you're gorgeous."

your throat relaxed around him, glassy eyes locking into his lust-filled ones as he began to thrust in and out of your mouth slowly. "yea baby, just like that." he gasped, throwing his head back as his movements went faster.

"not gonna last--where do you want me?" he shakily asked.

you gave his thighs a squeeze, groaning around him as permission to cum down your throat. the last thing you wanted was for him to ruin and make a mess of that pretty blue suit of his. your noises sent him shooting right down your throat, the taste both salty and sweet, swallowing all of it right up and not missing a single drop.

he panted heavily as you slowly removed him from your mouth, licking his tip one last time before carefully pulling his pants up and shoving him back in. "wouldn't want to make a mess, would we?" you said hoarsely, zipping him back up.

he helped you stand back up, gently fixing your skirt for you. "oh, i'm gonna have some fun with you tonight." he teased. "hate to leave you like this but the colonel's gonna be knockin' on my door any minute." he brought his face close to yours, pulling you in again with a arm around your waist. "wanna see you front row, wait after the show and someone will bring you backstage." he said softly. "gonna treat you real good." he placed a gentle kiss on your lips, tasting himself on you. "leave five minutes after i leave, got it?"

"yes, mr.presley." you nodded, purposely not calling him elvis just to rile him up. he pulled away, growling slightly. "thought i told you to call me by my name, but i guess you don't wanna listen." he shook his head and opened the door. "brace yourself, little one. watch yourself." elvis warned before leaving and exiting his room, letting the door slam behind him.

you were front and center for his show that night, just as promised. it was hard going home and resisting the urge to touch yourself, to give yourself some sweet relief after the events from earlier. even during the show, you were practically dripping. it wouldn't be a surprise if you'd left the seat a mess. you had to remind yourself that you needed to pay attention to not just how elvis looked that night, but how his performance was. after all, you had an article to write and unfortunately, you can't exactly have 'i gave elvis head and he fucked me later after his concert!' as the headline, although it'd definitely be eye catching. doesn't really roll off the tongue though.

just as elvis said, someone came for you not long after the show, bringing you to elvis's dressing room where he was sitting on the couch in his white jumpsuit with gold stones decorated around it, zipped down past his chest. you muttered a quick thank you as the man shut the door behind you. "lock the door." he said straight away.

"no hello?" you scoffed, doing as he said then standing awkwardly.

"pft. sorry darlin' c'mere, take a seat next to me." he pat the empty side of the couch for you to sit, giving you a soft smile as you took a seat next to him. "enjoy the show?"

"oh, of course. you were amazing!" you replied quickly. "you really do know how to put on a show, mr.presley."

he tsk'ed at you, shaking his head once again at you not calling him by his name. "you really don't listen, do you?"

elvis pulled your legs over to his lap, causing you to slightly lay flat on the couch. "you know, i don't like when people don't listen to me." he lifted up your leg slightly, throwing your shoe off and trailing kisses from your ankle and down your leg then doing the same to the other.

"guess i need to be punished then?" you teased. "oh mr.presley, please don't punish me!"

elvis took in a sharp inhale at your obvious-fake tone, setting down your leg and crawling over you, one knee in between your thighs and touching slightly at the wetness under your skirt. "no underwear, huh? how dirty." he dug his knee deeper, smirking slightly at the small whine coming from you. "so goddamn wet, you're gonna make a mess of the whole couch."

you slowly pushed yourself onto his knee, begging for any sort of friction on your arching core. you pulled him down to you by his collar, kissing him deeply and opening your mouth slightly for him to slip his tongue inside. you ran your hands over his dark-haired chest up and down as you moaned into his mouth, his knee rubbing up and down your folds. "please-"

you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm just by rubbing yourself against the fabric of his suit, breathing heavily under elvis. he removed his knee, sitting up slightly. "elvis!" you groaned.

"oh, now you wanna say my name?" he ripped your shirt off, buttons flying everywhere, running his hands under your bra and gripping your breasts, squeezing them as he placed kisses everywhere. you unhooked your bra, allowing elvis to toss it to the side and bite around your sensitive areas. "fuck!" you shouted. he was definitely leaving marks that you'd have to cover before returning to work tomorrow, there's no way you were going to be explaining how elvis gave you those marks in the first place.

elvis sat up again, pulling down your skirt and throwing it then bending back down, trailing kisses from your breasts to your dripping, wet pussy. he licked up the wetness, tasing your juices before using his fingers to tease at the bundle of nerves. "you touch yourself today?" he asked, giving your clit a slight pinch.

"n-no, saved myself for you." you stuttered, squeezing your thighs slightly around him.

"good." with no warning, he inserted two fingers inside you, the feeling of his long, calloused fingers you saw him use to play his guitar earlier sending you waves of pleasure. he curled them both, moving them in a fast pace before finally hitting deep enough to make you clench around him.

his eyes met yours, feeling his own cock twitch at the sight of you. "god, you're beautiful." he pulled his fingers out of you right as you were about to climax again.

you let out a soft whine at the emptiness, "elvis-" he unzipped his jumpsuit, shimmying out of it and allowing his fully-hard cock to slap against his stomach, red and dripping with precum. "i know, baby. hold on."

"need you so bad." you creeped a hand down to touch yourself as you watched elvis undress and tore open a small condom packet.

he slipped it on and swat your hand away. "sorry mamas, can't be too careful." you flashed him a quick smile. "unlike most men." you joked.

elvis laughed in response. "well, i ain't like most men am i?" you shook your head. "hell no."

he let out another throaty laugh, slowly pushing himself inside of you, groaning at the sudden tightness. "god, you feel so good." he let you adjust a moment, not hesitating to look into your eyes for approval to move.

it was a shame this would most likely be the only time you'd ever see him, you adored him. in love with how gentle he was with you. "elvis, fuck me. please."

"just because you said please." he purred, thrusting into you like there was no tomorrow. you loved the feeling, you felt so full. it had been so long since any man in your life had made you feel this way. he moved faster, pulling you up as you wrapped your arms around his neck. he kissed you again, breathing and taking you all in. his arms snaked around your waist, enjoying your warm embrace as he fucked you into oblivion. you let out loud moans into his mouth as you continued to kiss him. "oh elvis, elvis-" the position allowed hit against your g-spot again, the feeling more arousing than before. "oh my god, elvis."

his hips moved faster under yours, panting heavily into your ear. "yeah baby, say my name, wanna hear you scream it, c'mon." you pushed him slightly against the armrest of the couch, allowing yourself to bounce up and down on his lap. you were sure everyone outside his dressing room could hear the lewd noises coming from the both of you, but you could tell elvis didn't care. "takin' me so good." he groaned. you felt him suddenly twitch as his thighs tightened, he gripped your hips tightly as he came, sure enough to leave bruises later.

you came shortly after, screaming his name as you tilted your head back, moaning and making noises you never thought you could make. your legs shook as you rode him through your own orgasm, gripping onto elvis for dear life.

"good lord." he panted. you laid yourself on top of elvis to catch your breath, him still inside you. "i don't-" you breathed. "i don't think i've ever orgasmed like that in my whole life." you said in a breathy laugh.

"you and me both." he said, letting out a sigh. "think you can sit up for me?" you slowly got up, your body starting to slowly ache as you got off of him and winced at the emptiness. "think i might have to call off of work tomorrow." you threw yourself back on the couch as he stood up to throw the condom in the trash. "you gonna write a good article on me?" he tied a robe around himself and grabbed an extra one for you before walking to you to clean you up.

"no, i'm gonna write a piece on how terrible you are." he rolled his eyes at your sarcasm, tossing the robe beside you. "after all we've been through?" he fake-cried. you slipped the robe on, not bothering to tie it. "oh shut up, you big baby." elvis took a seat next to you, wrapping his arm around you and lighting a cigar in the other. "listen baby, you say what you wanna say. but if you're nice enough, maybe i'll let you see me again."

you did write a good piece of him, mentioning how great he was on stage and how everyone should see him live at least once. but it was the way you wrote about the press conference and the blue suit that had people swooning. and yes, he called you a few days after the article came out.

[anythingwriter]

How Could You?

Bonnie Gold x reader

Warnings: death, angst, probably lots of swearing, teeny tiny bit of sexual assault. Requested by @soggypancak

Word count: 2,515 of pure trash

*My first imagine in over a year! Feedback is always welcome. I’m sorry if this sucks lol, it’s been a while!*

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The cold morning air made y/n shiver as she snuggled closer to Bonnie. Unintentionally they both fell asleep by the fire the night before, looking up at the stars as they talked about their love for each other, and how they hope to have a future. Aberama came out of his caravan that night going to put the fire out, but when he saw both the young adults curled up together asleep being warmed by that exact fire, he didn’t have the heart to wake them, so instead he put a blanket over them and admired their peaceful faces as they slept, praying nothing would ever corrupt them. Oh how he wishes he prayed harder.

“Bonnie,” y/n mumbled, she didn’t want to wake yet, but she was too cold to sleep.

“No.” Bonnie said.

Y/n giggled at her boyfriend, knowing he was tired as well but if she couldn’t sleep neither could Bonnie, she wouldn’t allow it. “I can’t sleep Bonnieeee.” She violently shook his shoulders with each word, hoping he would at least open his eyes.

“It’s pretty easy babe, just close your eyes,” Bonnie said with a smirk on his face.

Y/n gasped, and rolled over so she was laying on top of Bonnie and she pinned both his arms above his head. He finally opened his eyes and looked up at his girlfriend with his sly smirk on his face, one of the reasons she fell in love with him.

“That was pretty rude babe,” she mocked him. She stared down at him, admiring him, making sure she would always remember his face and every small detail about it. She let go of his arms and caressed the almost faded bruise on his chin from one of his previous fights. She loved him, and she knew the feeling would be forever. The moment didn’t last long enough for her though, Bonnie almost immediately reached up and grabbed his girlfriend's waist and quickly flipped them over so he was on top. Y/n let out a shriek at the sudden movement and couldn’t help the giggles that slipped out.

Bonnie too looked down at her like she did him, his eyes looking down at her with nothing but love and adoration for his girl. He smiled at her and she smiled back. “ I love you,” he told her. Y/n felt her heart swell at the declaration, knowing by the look on his face he truly meant it.

“I love you too.” She leaned upwards and gave Bonnie a kiss, it was slow and lazy because of the morning still clouding their judgement, but they both felt the love the other poured into it. Bonnie gave y/n’s hips a tight squeeze and when she gasped he took the opportunity and caressed her tongue with his. Y/n leant into the kiss even more, and moaned when their tongues met again, Bonnie winning the fight for dominance. The two broke apart with a jolt when they heard someone clearing their throat, and looked up to see Aberama looking at the two with a smirk. Y/n blushed and hid her face in Bonnies neck, while him and his father let out laughs together.

“Mornin’ love birds!” Y/n groaned at Aberamas loud voice, it still being too early for her. “Jesus Abe, could you be any louder?” “Course I could sweetheart, but I don’t wanna scare off all the deer,” he smiled down at her. Y/n rolled her eyes and pushed Bonnie off of her to sit up.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” She asked. Bonnie stood up and dusted off his clothes and looked at his father, wondering the same thing.

“I’m not sure, we have everythin’ we need for a while, maybe a relaxing day? Sound good?”

Bonnie and y/n both nodded their heads, needing a break from the gypsy life. And with everything going on with helping the Blinders, they were both exhausted. Especially Bonnie. Bonnie looked down and smiled at y/n, reaching out a hand to help her up. She gratefully took it, and stumbled when Bon pulled her up with unnecessary force. He quickly steadied her and let out a quiet laugh, and gave her a peck on the lips. He turned and smiled at his father and led her towards their caravan.

When they both were inside Bonnie shut the door so they could get changed in fresh clothes for the day. Y/n undressed out of her clothes from yesterday and looked around to see one of Bonnies sweaters. She reached for it, knowing it would keep her warm for the day.

The man she loved was staring at her, admiring how beautiful she looked in his clothes. She could feel him staring, and she smiled to herself.

“It’s rude to stare Bon.”

He shook his head with a fond smile on his face and spoke back to her “It's hard not to when you look so beautiful in my shirt.”

She turned and looked at him, with a look of disbelief on her face, “You flatter me Bon.” They both let out a laugh. He reached forwards and pulled her close to his chest. He looked down at her smaller frame and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. He loved her so much, he didn’t know what he would do without her, and neither did she.

She looked at him like he hung her the moon and the stars, and he looked at her like she was an angel from above.

“I love you Bonnie, I don’t know what I would ever do without you.”

“Luckily for you hun, you’ll never have to know because I’ll be with you forever.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep Bon, especially now with you working for that bastard Shelby.” Y/n could feel rage slowly boiling inside of her, she loved Bonnie but she hated him working for the Thomas Shelby. And he knew that, he knew the pain and anger he was putting her through, and he had his reasons why. He was doing it for them, to secure a future for them. A future they dream about, a future they pray for.

“I can keep this one babe, you know I would never leave you. Not until my last breath, and that’s years away from now!”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

The two embraced each other in a hug, and then they finished getting ready, for a day of relaxing.

~~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~~~~~~

Aberama smiles as he listens to the laughter of his son and his girl echo through the woods. Never had he seen his son so happy, never has he seen his smile so big. And it was all thanks to her. The girl Aberama grew fond of, even thinking of her as his daughter. He knew nothing would break them apart, even if they were just young kids.

Their moments of peace were interrupted when a gun shot rang through the woods, piercing Aberama in the shoulder and he fell with a thud. Y/n let out a scream and jumped, Bonnie quickly shielding her with his own body. He wanted to run to his father and check on him, but his instincts took over and he needed to protect y/n from whoever was there.

“Hello, hello, we are the Billy Boys,”

Bonnie looked and saw men emerging from the woods, and he panicked not knowing who they were. How did they know where they are? Who are these men?

Y/n peaked out from Bonnies chest and saw the men and her heart sank. She was scared. A feeling she hadn’t felt since she got with Bonnie, always knowing he would protect her. She gripped on to Bonnies shirt tighter, and whispered his name to him.

“Shhh,” he turned around and shoved her in their caravan and grabbed his gun. “Stay here,” he ordered.

She didn’t want him to go, what if he got shot like his father? She couldn’t lose him, he promised.

“Bonnie please don-”

She was interrupted as he grabbed her face and kissed her. He needed her to be quiet, he didn’t want them to find her. He had to protect her.

“I’ll be back, don’t worry.”

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and asked him “you promise?”

He looked at her tear stained cheeks and hesitated before answering. He reached forward and wiped another falling tear from her eye,

“I- I promise.” He gave her the best reassuring smile he could and walked back out.

Bonnie walked out with his gun raised at the singing men. Why are they singing?

“Drop the peashooter son,” the one in the front said. Bonnie assumed he was the leader, and so did y/n from her spot in the caravan, watching through the small window.

He did, knowing it probably wouldn’t be good if he didn’t listen.

The men walked over to Aberama and stomped on his chest, close to where he was shot. Y/n audibly gasped from her spot and immediately cursed herself. Bonnie heard her, and he prayed that these men didn’t.

“Who the fuck are you?” He asked.

The man smiled a Bonnie, a smile of nothing but pure evil. “Who am I is the wrong question son, who do we have hiding in the wagon?”

Bonnies prayer wasn’t answered, because obviously the man had heard you too.

“Open the door lads!”

“No!” Bonnie scrambled towards the door as fast as he could, only for the men’s leader to grab Bonnies dropped gun and brutally hit him in the jaw with it. Bonnie could feel the bones break and immediately tasted the blood. Aberama groaned from his spot on the ground, trying to reach his son.

Two of the men opened the caravan door and reached for y/n, who had tears running down her face at the sight of Bonnie and Abe, having seen everything from her useless hiding spot.

“Bo- Bonnie.” She cried. He looked over to her and tried to give her his best smile, even with his broken jaw.

The men forcefully yanked her out and threw her to the ground. She whimpered and tried to crawl to Bonnie, only to be kicked in her back and fall to the ground.

Bonnie saw red, he tried to stand up just to be pushed down again. The leader of the group laughed.

“I see, she’s your gypsy whore isn’t she? How did scum like you,” he paused and reached for y/n and pulled her up to his chest, “pull a fine piece of ass like this?” He reached down and grabbed y/n’s ass, and she cried as more tears fell.

Bonnie now had tears falling too, he tried so hard to get back to her. But every time, he was forcefully kicked back down.

Y/n zoned out, too focused on Bonnies face. The only words she managed to make out were Thomas Shelby, fighter, and over.

She looked up when she heard the last word. Over? What did they mean over?

She screamed and tried to break free when they hit Bonnie again, her and Aberama could do nothing but watch. They both screamed and cried Bonnies name as the men tied him to a post, and y/n realized it was a cross. Her heart sank, she knew what was happening.

Bang

She jumped and fell to the ground when she heard it, knowing her Bonnie was gone. She knew what they had done, he was dead.

The man stuffed a paper in Bonnies jacket, his lifeless body just hanging there. A message, for Thomas Shelby. She knew something was going to happen when he hired Abe and Bonnie, nothing good comes from the Brummie Gangster. He brings death to everyone he meets.

The men walked away, singing their song again.

Aberama was the first over to Bonnie, screaming and crying his sons name. Yelling at him as if he could hear. His son. It was the worst pain he had ever felt.

Y/n was still on the ground, shaking and crying for her loss. She couldn’t look at him, it wasn’t her Bonnie anymore, it was just his shell. His soul and spirit were gone, there was no bringing him back.

Aberama looked over and his heart broke for the young girl. He may have lost his son, but she lost her everything. Her boyfriend, her best friend and all her firsts. Abe untied Bonnies body, and carefully laid him down on the ground. With tears still streaming down his face, he walked over to y/n and gently helped her up and walked her over to Bon. She may not of wanted to, but she needed to say goodbye.

Y/n sat next to Bonnies body, too afraid to look just yet. As soon as she looked at his lifeless face she turned the other way and hurled up everything she had eaten that day. She began to dry heave, unable to breathe from crying. Aberama rubbed her back and soothed the young girl. It felt like hours but after only minutes, she had calmed down and thanked Aberama. He walked away, giving her a moment alone.

She looked at his face, almost unrecognizable from all the blood. After moments of just staring, a new feeling took over her body.

Anger

She was angry with Bonnie for dying, angry at the stupid fucking singing men, angry at herself for making the noise in the caravan.

Maybe, just maybe if she was silent this never would of happened, he would still be alive.

Y/n reached for his shoulders and violently shook him, just like she had that morning, only now the shakes were full of anguish and not love.

“Ho- how could you Bonnie! You promised me, you said you would never leave! Y- yo- you promised! HOW COULD YOU?!”

She screamed and cried, her yells slowly turning to whispers. Her energy drained. The days events taking their toll on her.

Aberama heard her screams and rushed to the young girls side. He looked at his sons body and closed his eyes as he scooped y/n into his arms, slowly rocking himself and the girl. His shirt became damp, and he didn’t care.

For hours they sat there, in each other’s arms crying for their loss, both vowing to get revenge for their Bonnie.

As Aberama stood up to leave, y/n did as well. Abe left to do something and she had a feeling she knew what, but she wasn’t going to question it.

As his figure faded into the woods, y/n’s hand reached down to her stomach, feeling the ever so small bump…

[whumpmatsus]

Heyo! 👋 hope you're doing well! If you are taking requests right now, maybe some Ichi hurt/comfort? Like maybe he's having a depressive episode one day (me? Projecting? It's more likely than you think 😂) unlike any he's ever had before, and he just doesn't have the strength to do anything, even make snippy remarks at any of his brothers. One (or all, you can pick!) of them notices this odd behavior, and makes it their mission to help him feel a little more like his old self, even if that just means "riding out the storm" with him.

Oof this was really long, lol sorry 😂 but thanks for taking the time to read, I love your writing style! Take care! 👋

eyyy don't be sorry! God I REALLY enjoyed writing this... I love how it turned out

sometimes these guys can be jerks, for sure, even when one of their own is in pain

but... when it's serious... THIS BEAUTIFUL SHIT HAPPENS

please enjoy Ichi being spoiled and surrounded by love from all his brothers because HE DESERVES IT and I love how this turned out <3

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Ichimatsu’s first (and maybe only) mistake is that he assumes his brothers don’t pay that much attention to him one way or the other unless he speaks up.

Or, maybe it’s that he often hopes they don’t.

Because he knows they care; there are little things they all do that remind him that no matter what, they love him. But they all have their own things to do, and most of the time he finds that best. They should be able to do whatever they like instead of wasting their lives making him feel better. He has a bad day or hates himself so much of the time, if they paid him attention whenever he wasn’t doing well, they’d never get to enjoy themselves with other things.

He cares about them, too. So usually he’d rather they occupy themselves with their own interests whenever he’s not feeling well. He can bury things deep inside and pretend those shitty feelings don’t exist and act almost normal. As normal as someone like him can act, anyway. For their sake. They don’t deserve to worry about him.

Today, he’s too tired for whatever reason. His scathing barbs and negative attitude on most days aren’t really fake… on the bad days, though, he can force his typical demeanor so nobody suspects he’s not fine. All they see is sour-faced, ill-tempered fourth brother Ichimatsu.

He can’t even do that much right now. It’s as if the weight of existence and his own mind is pulling him down, further and further, until he’s drowning in his thoughts. Horrible thoughts. Things telling him he’s worthless, a failure, a burden, good for nothing, should probably be dead… too many things to keep track of.

If he were trying not to get his brothers’ attention by being quiet and listless, it isn’t working. In fact, his current behavior has actually done the opposite.

While he’s lying in the corner of the room, curled around himself and wishing he could fall asleep to avoid dealing with these thoughts and feelings, the others are around their table muttering among themselves.

“You guys noticed he barely touched breakfast, right?” Osomatsu is the first to speak up, and he’s doing his best not to look at Ichimatsu too much, simply because he doesn’t want his younger brother to feel everyone’s eyes on him. He’s pretty sure that would just make matters worse.

Choromatsu hums in agreement. “Yeah, no, he just kind of stared into his tea… he might have taken a sip or two, but that’s about it. I don’t think he even ate any rice.”

“Did he even brush his teeth this morning?” Totty speaks up. “Or his hair? It looks messier than usual, and I was the last one in the bathroom before breakfast, and it didn’t look like his toothbrush had been used.”

“Also,” Karamatsu chimes in, “I believe that is the same outfit he wore yesterday. He didn’t sleep in it, but he put it back on when he got up even though it hasn’t been washed.”

Choromatsu frowns and steals a quick glance at the fourth eldest. “Like he… didn’t wanna think about picking something different out, huh? And… it’s kind of worrying that he didn’t brush his teeth or hair. I mean, that’s basic hygiene. It’s like he’s depressed or… some… thing…”

Suddenly a light bulb goes off, and the rest of the brothers exchange a concerned look with each other.

“Oh,” is all Osomatsu says for a moment. Then, “Fuck.”

Before anyone else can breathe a word, Jyushimatsu leans back away from the table and collapses with his head in Ichimatsu’s lap. “Aaaah, Ichimatsu-nii-chan! Baseball practice today? We can do it at the beach!”

Ichimatsu hardly flinches at the abrupt contact, but really it’s because he doesn’t even have the strength to be startled. He doesn’t move to push Jyushimatsu off or bounce his leg to dissuade the him from staying or anything. It’s a moment until he actually says anything, like a delayed reaction from a computer. “Uh. Not today, Jyushi. I’m probably gonna take a nap.”

“Hmmmmmmm… oh, I know! I’ll nap with you! Maybe we’ll dream about baseball!”

All the others watch closely, waiting to see if he gives an average Ichimatsu reaction. Instead, he doesn’t even shrug. “Yeah, if you want.”

Obviously, that’s not what they would be expecting from any other day. They all look at each other again, minus Jyushimatsu who just curls up against his big brother’s side.

Ichimatsu, on the other hand, is so out of it in his own head that he doesn’t realize that he’s done anything to worry his brothers. They should all be paying attention to their own shit, right?

He just feels so exhausted despite that he knows he slept okay last night. All he did this morning was wake up and get out of bed and already he’s… drained.

You’re so lazy. You can’t even put together the energy it takes to read a fucking magazine or something? To do nothing like you usually do? What kind of loser doesn’t have enough energy to do something like watch TV?

What the hell is wrong with you?

He cringes at the sound of his own inner voice berating him, and ducks his head down between his knees. Shit. Everything hurts. Isn’t that right, though? He’s useless. It doesn’t take any effort to just sit somewhere watching TV or reading and yet he’s not even willing to do something like that.

Even though he expects that Jyushimatsu might want to hang out with him, because the two of them are close, he doesn’t anticipate it when Osomatsu comes over and sits himself down across from Ichimatsu. At least, he thinks it’s Osomatsu. He doesn’t really feel like lifting his head fully; it looks like a red hoodie, though.

“Uh, hey, Ichimacchan.” Osomatsu feels a little awkward at first, mainly due to the fact that he’s never sure what to do when Ichimatsu is in one of ‘these’ moods. What works on one day might not work the next time. Previous experience is all he has to draw on, though.

“I noticed you didn’t eat too much at breakfast… you in the mood for something sweet?” Tempting him with one of their favorite treats might put him in better spirits, at least for a minute. “There’s a box of imagawayaki on the counter… there’s three in there, so we can split ‘em. Mom said these ones have chocolate cream in them.”

Everyone else lets out a blissful sigh as they all think about how delicious that’s going to be. Bean paste or custard or even regular cream is always good, but chocolate cream? If they had to fight over those, someone might end up dead.

Ichimatsu offers a shrug in his brother’s direction. “Sure, if you guys want. I’m just not that hungry.”

Osomatsu frowns, and looks over toward Choromatsu who’s thankfully recovered from the imagawayaki imagine spot. None of the brothers would ever turn that down. Even if they weren’t necessarily hungry, they’d make room for something that good. Moreover, given that Ichimatsu didn’t eat anything at breakfast, he should be starving,especially for sweets.

Choromatsu makes his way over, setting a careful hand on Ichimatsu’s shoulder. He doesn’t have any more of a clue what to do than their eldest, so he’s flying by the seat of his pants just as much. Something has to be done… they can’t just let poor Ichimatsu suffer. “Ichimacchan? It’s pretty cold today. How about I turn on the kotatsu, and if you’re gonna nap, you can sleep with your legs under it? That might feel nice.”

Well. That does sound nice, Ichimatsu thinks, because curling up under the heat of the kotatsu is always nice in the winter. But… he’s pretty sure he doesn’t have the energy to even move from this spot. “Oh, yeah… I’ll probably just nap here, though. Don’t really feel like moving.”

“Aaah, but you are cold, aren’t you? I can hear your teeth chattering from all the way over here!” Karamatsu is up in an instant, tugging his leather jacket off his shoulders. Although it leaves him in nothing but a tank top ― and a horribly plain grey one, at that ― it’s a necessary sacrifice for his little brother’s comfort.

He hurries over to where everyone else is gathering and gently drapes the jacket over Ichimatsu’s shoulders. “Hmph… Karamatsu to the rescue as usual! You’re looking cozier already.”

Man,Ichimatsu’s mind comes up with, I try on Shittymatsu’s dumbass jacket one time and suddenly he’s coming up with any excuse to put the stupid thing over me. Do I really want him freezing instead of me? Why don’t I just move my ass over to the kotatsu? He’s gonna catch a cold and it’ll be all my fault because my stubborn ass didn’t move and he took pity on me.

God, I wanna die. They’re all falling all over themselves to do shit to cheer me up when they should be focusing on themselves. I’m fucking trash, making my brothers waste all their damn time on me. Why couldn’t I just do stuff and not make them worry?

“… Ichimatsu-nii-san?” Totty has plopped himself down in front of Ichimatsu, staring in concern at his big brother. Fuck. He’s using that eye voodoo of his, and if he says anything, if he asks Ichimatsu a question, he’s gonna get an honest answer despite the fact that Ichimatsu doesn’t want to admit anything.

He can’t help it, though. Totty’s hand is soft as he reaches up toward Ichimatsu’s face, thumbing away tears that Ichimatsu didn’t even realize he’d started to cry. But his youngest brother is delicate in the way he brushes them, so caring and tender that any little bit of strength Ichimatsu had to keep things hidden away crumbles quickly.

“Hehe,” Totty chuckles, though there isn’t a genuine mirth behind it, “you’re not having a good day, Ichimatsu-nii-san… are you?”

He blinks, and more tears start to drip down his cheeks. This time Totty doesn’t make a move to wipe them away, instead staring at his brother with those big, sad doe eyes, glittering with sympathy.

Ichimatsu lets his head drop again, eyes pressing against his arm and tears soaking into his sleeve. “N-no,” he manages to say in a quiet, insecure, small voice. He hates it. He hates making this stupid confession, because he should be able to take care of himself. His brothers don’t need to be huddled around him, pissing their days down the drain. “I’m… I’m having a bad day.”

With that, it’s like all five of them attach themselves to him all at once. There’s a brief cacophony of worry and reassurances, and a hug Ichimatsu almost loses himself inside of.

“Alright, you hear that, guys?” Osomatsu announces, maybe a bit louder than he really needs to. “Ichimatsu’s having a bad day! Woohoo!”

Choromatsu scoffs. “Ah, ‘woohoo’?? Osomatsu, you idiot! This isn’t a good thing!”

Osomatsu pulls away to rub a finger under his nose with a grin. “Hey, sure it is! He said it, didn’t he? Good for you, Ichimacchan! You’re having a bad day and you said so! Remember what happened when Totty kept junk from us? We need to know this shit! I’m glad you said something!”

Karamatsu’s hand tousles Ichimatsu’s hair as he pulls his brother into a hug. “Yes, Osomatsu is right. You’re having a bad day, Ichimatsu, and that’s just fine. It takes a lot of bravery to admit it, so we’re proud of you.”

“Plus, we’re gonna make this the best bad day ever!” Totty hums. He’s whipped his phone out before anyone can so much as blink, typing away on it. “It’s just about lunch time, so I’m gonna order some takeout! Ichimatsu-nii-san, what sounds good? Curry? Sushi? Ooh… maybe fried chicken? We don’t do that too often… might be a nice treat! Oh, it’s your call, though.”

Osomatsu gives Ichimatsu a tiny bump on the shoulder with his fist. “You and Totty figure that out while I go cut that imagawayaki for us. Be right back, guys.”

… Am I in the fucking Twilight Zone or something? What the hell???

Ichimatsu lifts his head just a little, looking at all his brothers. Totty’s on his phone looking at delivery options, Osomatsu is headed to the kitchen, Jyushimatsu is nuzzled against his side…

None of them are leaving him by himself. They all still want to be here even when his mood sucks ass. Even when he can’t really do anything for himself. Even when he’s being a huge fucking pain and a thorn in their sides and doing literally nothing to contribute to the day.

What the hell are they all doing? Why are they all fine with wasting their day taking care of him?

When Karamatsu presses a couple of tissues into his hand, Ichimatsu somehow finds the energy to use them to wipe his face. Fuck, he hates crying, and he hates people seeing him cry. “Don’t do this,” he mumbles. “You’re fucking morons. You have better shit to do than…”

“No way!” Jyushimatsu aggressively snuggles against the side of Ichimatsu’s stomach, circling his arms around his brother’s waist. “What better shit could weeeee have to do? We’re shitty NEETs!”

Choromatsu chuckles. “Besides, there’s literally nothing more important than taking care of each other, especially when one of us is down and out. Ichimatsu, you… know none of us are shy when it comes to being honest. So, just… try to believe us when we say there’s nothing we’d rather be doing than being with you right now.”

He straightens up, then gingerly taps Jyushimatsu with his foot. “Hey, Jyushi, how about you scoot yourself and Ichimatsu over to the kotatsu? And Totty, are you really gonna make a delivery driver come out in this weather? It’s almost below freezing! Why don’t you go get it yourself?”

“Excuse you, but if they haven’t shut down the delivery option, why shouldn’t I take advantage of it? I don’t wanna leave Ichimatsu-nii-san!”

“Okay, okay… I guess that’s fair. What are you ordering, again?”

“Aaaah, I dunno! I was waiting for Ichimatsu-nii-san to say what he feels like.”

Meanwhile, Jyushimatsu has somehow gotten himself and Ichimatsu over to the kotatsu, and is currently shoving his big brother’s legs under it while Choromatsu moves to plug it in. “Home run, YEAH! Your tootsies will be toasty in no time, Ichimatsu-nii-san!”

“O-oh… thanks, Jyushi…” That’s about all he can say, really. He’s slumped over the table in a matter of seconds, and although there’s no way it can support the weight of everything he feels like he’s being crushed under, feels a little more relaxing than holding himself in a tight ball in the corner.

He’s going to cry again. He’s pretty sure he’s going to cry again. His brothers, his selfish, douche-a-holic, demon brothers… would rather be taking care of him on a bad day than out doing their own things, not touching him or his shitty mood with a ten-foot pole.

Jyushimatsu is cuddled up on one side, and he can feel Karamatsu settling in on the other with an arm around Ichimatsu’s shoulders. That’s it. He’s surrounded by brothers and their warm, selfless-for-once-in-their-lives affection. He has to surrender. He doesn’t stand a chance.

His mind drifts back to the others. “Oh… Totty…”

“Oh! Yeah, mhm?”

“Um… curry sounds good, I guess.”

The impossibly huge smile on his youngest brother’s face comes through even when he speaks. “Oh, great! Curry it is! Okaaaay, I’m gonna get it from that nice place in town. You want it with rice or udon? Or do you want curry bread?”

“Uhh… just with rice.”

“Rice, okay, sounds good! Beef, chicken, or pork?”

“Huh… you mentioned fried chicken, now that sounds good. Does that place do curry rice with tonkatsu on top?”

“Oooh… that does sound good. Yeah, I think there’s an option for that. Chicken tonkatsu with curry rice, then?”

“Yeah.”

“Gotcha. Is that what everybody wants?”

“Yeah, Totty,” Choromatsu injects, “just order the same thing for everybody. We’ll all eat that.”

“Okay, what about sides? Does anyone want fukujinzuke or rakkyō?”

“Geez, just… just get half of each and we can divide it up if anyone wants any.”

“Okaaay! I’m not ordering drinks from there, though… too expensive. We have tea here. Oh, I’ll get a few orders of pork curry bread, too, in case we want a snack later.”

“Well, make sure you get either three or six.”

“Yeahhhh, Cherrymatsu, I’m not stupid! I’ll just get three; I’m fine buying some, but I’m not trying to go broke! Does that sound okay, Ichimatsu-nii-san? The curry bread for later?”

It takes a moment, but finally Ichimatsu lets out a breathy, almost tearful laugh as he leans against Karamatsu’s shoulder. “Totty… you’re trying to fatten me up… you witch… you’re gonna cook me and eat me… that’s your plan, huh?…”

The whole room erupts into a small fit of laughter, even Totty who’s blushing at being teased. Ichimatsu feels Karamatsu press a kiss to his head, and he sighs. Usually he wouldn’t be able to take all of this… the attention, and Totty blabbering away, and Choromatsu trying to be responsible, and… everything.

At the moment, it feels right. Like things are supposed to be this way. Like he’s supposed to be having a bad day so his brothers can all gather around him and remind him that regardless of anything else, when one of them needs their brothers, everyone is going to be there.

Maybe he needed that reminder.

Maybe they all did.

[imaginingmyloki]

Shift in Reality (pt 2)

Word count: 2,120

A/N: ok so obviously this took way longer than I expected/promised it would. Life has been getting in the way of fun lately. As some of you know, A year ago I left home and moved across country to Arizona to discover myself/make a new life/have an adventure. Well now I am moving back home to Virginia and it has just been a wild few weeks. (more on that later) anyways, enjoy part 2! There will definitely be a part 3! I said in a few answers to anons yesterday that this would likely be the last part but it kinda took off from me and started writing itself haha. I am not going to give a promised date for part 3 but I do have a good chunk of it already written from cutting it out of this lol. I won’t be linking any youtube vids about her powers this time, if you check out part 1′s note there is a compilation video of Daisy Johnson using her powers and she is based off of Daisy. ok byyyeeee

“No this can’t be right... I was just with them. What is going on?” I was frantically looking around the room trying to figure out where the hell I was. “Ma’am you need to calm her down or we will have to sedate her.” One of the white coats told the woman with the familiar voice. The heart monitor next to me was beeping rapidly, adding to my anxiety. She moved slightly closer to me and grabbed my hand and started talking. I couldn’t focus on what she was saying but the familiar cadence of her voice was calming me down significantly. “I don’t understand why I’m here. Who are you?” she looked hurt when I asked her that question. One of the many people buzzing about the room checking on the machines quietly said “Some amnesia is really common in these situations. She will likely regain her memories as time passes.” the woman nodded sadly and kept talking to me even though I was not paying any attention to her and was trying to focus on all the details I could about the room I was in and the different faces coming and going. 

                                                 -At the Compound-

Loki was sitting next to my unconscious form reading when Bruce came in with a machine that looked like a very small version of an MRI. “This is S.H.I.E.L.D.s latest, top of the line medical equipment. It is essentially a mobile MRI but way more advanced in what it can pick up. I didn’t do one before but she’s been out for almost 24 hours and hasn’t even moved so I need to see what’s going on in there.” He positioned the machine near my head and Loki watched Bruce’s face go from curious to concerned in a matter of seconds. “What is it?” He asked. At this point Nat and Wanda had come over to check on me and joined the group to see what was happening. Bruce shook his head, “I have no idea. There is something foreign in her temporal lobe. It looks like it is sending electro magnetic pulses to her brain causing her hippocampus-” He looked around and had to remind himself to use more understandable wording for them,”-uh her memory and dream centers to light up like crazy. I wish we could get in there and see what was happening.” Everyone slowly turned to Wanda who nodded and said, “Ok move the machine out of the way.” as she approached me. 

“Well? What did you see? Is she ok?” Loki demanded when Wanda had finished. She sat on the end of the couch by my feet, “We have to get that thing out of her, guys. She didn’t even see me when I was right in front of her trying to get her attention. It has her in this fake reality where she was in a coma and just woke up in the hospital with someone I assume is meant to be her mother. And the worst part is that we don’t exist in that reality. We are just movie characters. She seems really confused but the doctors are saying she has amnesia and its common for coma patients to wake up thinking they were a part of their favorite fictional world. It looks like she is starting to believe them. She looks so lost and heart broken. I couldn’t pull her out of it.” Everyone sat in silence for a few minutes, no one having words for the situation. Wanda looked to Bruce “How is this possible?” He was quiet for a few more minutes before answering “The only thing I can think of is the Winter Soldier.” He put a hand up to stop the incoming questions from the group as he continued, “With Bucky, their first and most formidable success, they wiped his memory, emotionally and physically tortured him until he broke and they had total, absolute control of him. Until Steve. The programming used on Bucky, while it was effective, didn’t hold up against the memories surfacing. So other than the obvious technological upgrades of this new programming- if that is what’s happening- they realized their fatal flaw. They tried to completely wipe out memories and when they resurfaced it undid everything. Making (Y/N) think that she made us up, that we are fictional characters, and now that she has forgotten her own life will not only break her but it will solve the issue of us breaking the programming in the future. She thinks we only exist in her mind and on the screen. I wouldn’t be surprised if this reality they have her in starts to change into doctors discovering she has a mental disorder that comes with hallucinations. Now, after they wipe her memory, if we start showing up again, she will question her own sanity and not her handler’s orders because her most recent memories of us are going to be that she can’t trust her own mind.” Everyone stared at him in stunned silence. “We need to get Tony and the others in here and brief them now. and we need to find Nelson.” Nat said and quickly left the room.  Loki looked at Wanda and said, “Please keep watching her. I know you haven’t been able to connect to her but at least we will know what she is dealing with.”

                                                   -Y/N’s Mind-

This doesn’t feel right. Something is just off about this hospital, these people. After initially waking up and everyone fluttering around my room to check vitals and ask me 800 questions that I couldn’t answer, they finally left me alone to rest with the promise of checking on me throughout the night to wake me up and see if I remembered anything. The woman- my mom I had been told- was sleeping on a cot in the corner of the room lightly snoring. I had asked her what had happened and the story was that I had been at the beach with my family when a wave had caused me to hit my head on a rock under the surface. I had nearly drowned but my best friend, Paul, had been right there and dragged me back to shore. That was 4 months ago and I had been unconscious ever since. She had spent a couple hours telling me all about our life as I grew up. I was an only child and we had traveled all over the world throughout the years. Because of moving around and experiencing so many different places, I knew 15 different languages by the time I was 18. We had recently moved here to California and bought a house close to my grandparents. She was going to call them and tell them I could have visitors in a few days when my memories started catching up with me but was going to call Paul and have him come tomorrow and see if it would hopefully jog my memory. A nurse came in very early and quietly woke my mother, “Ma’am, we called the friend you asked us to have come in. Mr Nelson? He’s here.” My mother got up and went with the nurse. I hadn’t slept at all and was very tired but that name sent a jolt straight through me. I knew he had to be behind this somehow. I looked around for some kind of weapon I could use when he came into the room. There was nothing but the dull butter knife from my dinner that was still untouched from the night before by my bed. I grabbed it a slid it between the bed and my thigh then, I waited. The door opened and I heard my mother’s cheerful voice, “Oh, Paul, she is going to be thrilled to see you. Well, she may actually not remember you yet. We have been waiting on her memories to come back but so far nothing has.” A chuckle and a chilling voice that sent shivers down my spine and raised the hairs on my neck replied, “No worries at all. I have talked this girl through so many breakups, I’m sure I can talk her out of amnesia.”

As they came through the door, my entire body tensed as I locked eyes with Nelson. It was definitely him but he looked different. Casual and relaxed with almost friendly eyes. “(Y/n)! I am so happy to see you conscious! You gave me quiet the scare.” he made his way towards me and my mother backed out of the room with “I’ll give you two some time to talk.” and a hopeful smile. As soon as she shut the door, I had him pinned against the wall with the knife to his throat. “What is this, Nelson?!” The look of fear in his eyes made me hesitate and he pushed me off of him. “(Y/n), what are you doing? We have been friends for years. Wait, you remember me? But, since when do you call me Nelson?” I slowly backed up until my legs hit the bed and I sat down. A nurse came in to check on the commotion I had caused and Nelson - Paul? - told her we were fine. Satisfied, she nodded and closed the door behind her as she left. “Stop playing games. I know what this is, Nelson. Let me go.” I watched his face carefully but showed no signs of knowing what I was talking about. He gave me a concerned look and slowly made his way to the chair by my bed with his hands raised to show he wasn’t a threat. “(Y/n), I don’t understand what you’re trying to say. Do you want me to get the nurse for you?” I rolled my eyes at his concern. Being trapped and the constant lack of answers were starting to fill me with a frustration that would typically have the room trembling around me but nothing was shaking except for my hands. As I clenched and unclenched my fists and took a few deep breaths to try and steady myself, I caught a glimpse of Nelsons face. It still had the mock concern plastered on like a mask but his eyes had a glint of amusement. He found my frustration and suffering amusing. The frustration bubbled over and I lunged for him, bringing both him and the chair to the ground. 

                                                 -The Compound-

  The compound shook violently as Loki used his body to shield my still unconscious form from the ceiling tiles and dust that was falling. “Why is this happening? Wanda, what is going on in there?” Tony asked as he came through the door followed by Nat, Steve and Bucky. Wanda explained the scene to them, “Nelson is in there with her under the pretense that he is her best friend. She’s on to him and just took him down but now they are fighting. She doesn’t have her powers in there so she’s struggling. Nurses and doctors are starting to come in to restrain her but she’s fighting them too.” The shaking stopped suddenly and Wanda gasped. When she didn’t say anything to explain the sudden calm, Loki inquired anxiously, “What happened? Is she ok?” Wanda nodded but was still watching the scene unfold in my mind. “They started it over. She’s waking up in a strange hospital again but it looks slightly different than the first one. It is exactly the same situation. They are telling her she has been in a coma for months and that she is finally waking up for the first time. Now she’s seen the tv showing you guys in New York again and she looks even more confused.” Everyone rushed around to clean up the area and Tony said “Loki, I set up space for her downstairs to keep anything like this contained and to keep her safe should Hydra try and take her. You and Wanda take her down there and watch over her while the rest of us clean this up.” Loki gently lifted me and he and Wanda headed towards what had once been my holding cell before the team decided they could trust me. 

“We need to bring Wanda back up here.” Nat said to Steve. They had just brought in Nelson. Bruce had figured out that Nelson had a device in his temporal lobe as well that was linked to the device in mine and had been able to track him using that connection. He had been unconscious when they had found him, likely because he was inside the fake reality with me and she knew that Wanda was the only one who may be able to get the information we needed about how to save me.

[spaceskam]

anon prompt: I don't suppose you'd be willing to write a coda to your own little "spite" fic, would you? Something like how Maria finds out Michael spent the night with Forrest and Alex and gets mad about it, but they're like "not everything is about sex you know." If you don't want to, that's cool. Just thought I'd ask lol

follow up to this; it’s a mix of this prompt and just straight-up self-indulgence that has been on my mind since I finished the original

ao3

Michael woke up slow, his mind reminding him that he was snuggled into Alex and, thus, making him really not want to move.

He could hear Alex breathing and feel his heart beating, all the best signs that he was doing great. Michael’s hand was still pressed over his stitches and the hand print that he didn’t even have to open his eyes to know had fully formed. He could feel that too. Loving Alex was never as easy as it was in that moment when he knew without a shadow of a doubt that Alex loved him right back, even though he was still sound asleep.

However, Michael smelled coffee and eggs and, well, he hadn’t fucking eaten anything in a day. So he opened his eyes and reluctantly peeled away from Alex, looking over him to make sure he was okay. He looked more peaceful than Michael had ever seen him. Still, he peeled his hand away from his stitches and moved it to his forehead, checking for a fever. He couldn’t really tell, but he didn’t feel any hotter than he normally did so that felt like a good sign. 

A stupid part of his brain wanted to kiss him awake or just kiss him in general, but that wasn’t an option when Alex’s boyfriend was in the next room. So he didn’t, just let his hand slowly trace over his cheek and his jaw before pushing himself up.

The old mattress creaked no matter how careful he moved and Forrest’s head popped out from the kitchen. 

“Morning,” Forrest called, smiling softly before he disappeared back into the kitchen. Michael got up, his back hurting just a little bit from such a shitty mattress. That is to say, it wasn’t his shitty mattress, so his back wasn’t quite used to it yet.

“Morning,” Michael said, clearing his throat as he pulled himself into the kitchen. It was old and underused, but Forrest had still managed to put together a breakfast. “Where’d all this stuff come from?”

“Uh, I took your truck, hope you don’t mind, but there’s a farm about a mile from here and I know one of the farmhands, so I asked to borrow some stuff,” he said simply. Michael eyed him and then the carton of eggs, the coffee grounds, the perfect procured bacon, fresh milk, and presumably gas for the generator if the working stove said anything.

“You used to sleep with a farmhand who just gives you shit without question?” Michael clarified. Forrest grinned and shrugged his shoulders.

“You have your ways, I have mine.”

“Hey, I’m not arguing.”

Michael poured himself a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter, watching Forrest layout bacon on the pan like he’d done this a million times. And maybe he had. Michael wasn’t sure what a typical morning after with Forrest Long might’ve looked like.

“How are you feeling?” Forrest asked, looking over at him. Michael had to blink a few times before he realized he was talking to him. Right, he actually wanted an answer.

“Uh, my head’s still a little fucked and my back hurts from that mattress, but otherwise I’m more worried about Alex,” Michael admitted. Forrest nodded. He cleared his throat. “A-and you. How are you? Are you okay? Yesterday was a lot.”

“I’m okay,” Forrest sighed, “Still processing the alien thing, I guess, but I can wait for more information later. And it’s not every day your boyfriend gets kidnapped and then presumably kills four guys with his bare hands and one leg.”

“Yeah, Alex is a badass,” Michael laughed softly. Forrest nodded.

“You got that right,” he huffed, “I knew that, but I guess I never really... knew it. Like I was aware that he was pretty decently high ranking for his age and that he was apart of special intelligence ops and stuff, but he’s... Is he gonna be okay? Is this gonna fuck with him mentally?”

Michael shook his head slightly. “No. Alex only would’ve done that if they were going to do something much worse. He would’ve only subdued them unless they were doing something actually harmful. I think he’ll be okay. Might take a little reassuring, but he’ll be okay.”

Forrest flipped the bacon and nodded, thinking it over. Michael just watched him for a moment while he sipped his coffee before peeking back out to check on Alex. He was still sound asleep. It was probably the longest Alex had ever slept at one time.

“I checked his stitches,” Forrest said suddenly.

“You did?” Michael asked hesitantly. In the info dump of alien bullshit, Michael hadn’t really gone over the concept of a hand print.

“Yeah, both of you slept a lot harder than I did. Kept waking up, so I just made sure you were both breathing and that Alex wasn’t bleeding,” he explained. Michael held his breath subconsciously, not really understanding how someone just casually woke up to make sure he was still breathing. For Alex, yes. But for him? “So, uh... The hand print.”

“The hand print,” Michael repeated. Forrest started separating the eggs and bacon on three separate plates, each of them seeming to be made of wood. “Uh, we don’t really know why it leaves one when we heal people. The working hypothesis is that we’re giving so much of ourselves that it sort of... leaves a trace.”

“So it’s not gonna hurt him?”

“No, he’ll be okay.”

“And you? Does it hurt you?” he asked, turning and handing him a plate. Michael grabbed it and furrowed his eyebrows, staring at him for an extended amount of time. Forrest didn’t seem phased as he waited for an answer. “Does it hurt you?”

“Um,” Michael said, “Not... not really.” He tilted his head in concern, but Michael spoke again before he got the chance. “I’m sorry, I’m just still confused. Why do you care about me? I know you said that I take care of Alex, you take care of me, but... I’m Alex’s ex. I still love him. You should hate me.”

Forrest laughed and shook his head, putting his and Alex’s plate down and using his hand to touch Michael’s arm gently as if he was about to make a very important point that Michael should listen to. So, obviously, he did. 

“Let me explain it like this. You’ve both been through more shit than I can even imagine and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see that neither of you have had a real safe space before. And, well, you love Alex and Alex loves you. You protect him and he protects you and, fuck, you both protected me. That’s what you do for people you love, isn’t it? Yesterday was scary and we only made it out because it was all three of us, that makes us family. I take care of family, so let me do what I can since I don’t have superpowers or, special training like you and Alex,” Forrest explained. It still didn’t really compute as he stared blankly at him. Forrest rolled his eyes. “I care about you, Michael, stop questioning it. Eat.”

Michael stood there, feeling frozen in place as Forrest just picked the plates back up and walked into the living room. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to feel or respond to that. Alex’s boyfriend liked him. Not in a I-Wanna-Sleep-With-You way, but in a You’re-Safe-Here way. Was he allowed to like that? Would Alex be mad if he did?

He blinked away tears that threatened to fall and turned to go eat breakfast with the two of them. 

Alex was sitting up against the two pillows the three of them had shared the night before, bare shoulders seeming that healthy color with the sun peering through the windows instead of how pale he’d looked when he was hurt. That helped Michael breath a bit better and he sat cross-legged on Alex’s left side, across from where Forrest sat on his right.

“Morning,” Alex said, reaching out to touch his arm as if he couldn’t help himself. Michael’s eyes drifted to Forrest who didn’t seem phased. He couldn’t understand why he wasn’t jealous. He had to remind himself that he wasn’t all that jealous either for once. 

“Morning,” Michael told him, eyes scanning over his face to make sure he was okay, “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Alex admitted, picking up a piece of bacon and biting into it, “Better than I should be after getting stabbed.”

“Stabbed? I thought it was a GSW,” Forrest said, leaning forward and pressing his fingers around the slightly swollen area that was glowing with Michael’s hand print. Seeing him touch it, feeling him secondhand, made Michael feel like getting caught in a wave in the middle of the ocean. He was just drowning in feelings he didn’t understand. He had to take a deep breath to bring himself back.

“I think it was both?” Alex said far too casually, touching the stitches himself. Again, Michael got taken out by a wave. “Yeah, one of ‘em shot me and then his buddy stabbed me to make it something that couldn’t be fixed. Clearly they forgot I have good company.”

“Jesus, Alex,” Forrest sighed, shaking his head, “You will never fail to impress me.”

“Good,” Alex said with an easy smile. Michael watched them share a kiss, something short and not meant to hurt him and it didn’t. But it made him feel like his skin was on fire. “Sorry, Guerin, you okay? You feel weird.”

“Hmm?” Forrest hummed, looking between the two of them, “Feel? Is that what you meant by not really?”

“Not really what?” Alex asked. There was too much attention on him and Michael looked away. He didn’t really know how to explain himself. “Hey,” Alex said, his hand going to his chin and making him look at him, “What’s wrong?”

“I think I should go talk to Maria,” he said. Alex’s hand immediately dropped and hurt washed through his system.

“Oh, okay,” he said, clearing his throat. Forrest’s eyebrows knitted together, tilting his head. “Are you gonna come back?”

“Um,” Michael said, looking between the two of them before nodding, “Yeah, I’ll be back in a couple hours. Call me if you need me.”

Michael got up, plate still in hand, as he quickly slipped on his boots and headed out of the door. He needed to think things over. Mainly why the hell he didn’t hate Forrest right now.

He made it about halfway to his truck before he heard footsteps and his name being called. He couldn’t explain why, but he turned to give Forrest his attention.

“If I made you uncomfortable, I’m sorry,” Forrest said, “But Alex is on painkillers that make him emotional and you hurt his feelings.”

“Yeah, I can feel it, thanks for letting me know,” Michael said. Forrest stepped up to him and cautiously took the plate from him, hands brushing deliberately.

“It’ll be here when you get back,” he said, “I’m sorry if I crossed a line.”

“You didn’t,” Michael admitted, “You didn’t and I’m still trying to figure out why you didn’t so I’m gonna go and I’ll be back later.”

“Okay. Drive safe.”

And, for some reason, Michael put in effort to listen.

-

“We’re closed.”

“For me?”

“Especially you.”

Michael hovered in the doorway at that, not quite understanding what he did wrong. Sure, he may have accidentally stood Maria up the day before, but he had a damn good excuse. He started walking towards the bar.

“Look, about last night, I–“

“Went on a little trip to the wilderness to spend the night with Alex and his boyfriend, yeah, I know,” Maria said, looking to him with more than a little bit of annoyance. He just blinked.

“Alex was hurt,” he said simply, “He needed me.”

“He had Forrest,” she said, “His boyfriend.”

“I had to heal him,” Michael tried to explain, “He needed me.”

Maria eyed him for a minute, irritation slipping into straight hurt. He felt like he missed a few steps and suddenly he really, really wanted to crawl back into bed with Alex and Forrest even though he was confused. They didn’t make him feel bad.

“So, what, you had to sleep with him to make him feel better?” she asked. Michael blinked and his head moved back in shock. Where the hell did she get that from?

“What?” he asked, “No. We didn’t–Where did that even come from?” She just stared at him like he should know. He couldn’t help but scoff. “It wasn’t about sex, we just had been through a shitty event and didn’t wanna be alone. We just slept.”

“Sure, like I believe that.”

“You don’t have to, but you should,” he said simply, no animosity in his voice, “Alex almost died and Forrest was shaken up, I wasn’t about to leave them.”

The stress seemed to build the more she stared at him with hurt, accusatory eyes. But then he could feel Alex, trying from afar to make sure he was okay and knew that he was loved. It made things click a little more in Michael’s head as to why he didn’t hate Forrest and it just so happened to be for similar reasons that Forrest didn’t hate him. They both loved Alex and Alex loved them both to the point that they were all a little too willing to put themselves in danger for each other. That was bound to bring two people together.

But, more importantly, it was hard to hate someone who put so much effort into making you feel safe and welcome. He’d been so scared of saying or doing something wrong that he hadn’t realized that, as long as he asked before he didn’t something drastic, he wouldn’t say or do anything wrong. They wanted him there because he was him, not because of who he was pretending to be. He was wanted.

Why had he even left in the first place?

“I didn’t sleep with Alex or Forrest, Maria,” Michael said, “It wasn’t about that. They just needed me there and I needed them. That’s what you do for people you love. Simple as that.”

“So you don’t love me?” she asked. He took a heavy, grounding breath and focused on Alex.

“I do,” he said honestly, “But I don’t think it’s the way you want me to.”

Maria stared at him for a moment before nodded, turning away from him. It was clear that was the end of them. He didn’t mind.

“Right. I don’t really want to see your face right now. Tell Alex I hope he feels better.”

“Okay.”

-

Michael took a deep breath as he stared at the cabin. He’d only been gone two and a half hours, having stopped at the store to get groceries since it was clear they were going to stay here until the rest of the crew figured out what was going on with whoever took Alex.

He grabbed the grocery bags and started heading towards the cabin, unlocking it with his mind to let himself in and then immediately locking it back. Forrest and Alex were still in bed and they turned to give him their attention when he walked in.

“Hey,” Alex said, trying to sit up.

“Hey,” he said back, “Let me go put these up.”

He headed into the kitchen where the fridge had gotten cold since Forrest had plugged it back in once he started up the generator that morning. He started putting what he got in there or in cabinets when he felt a hand on his hip. Michael jumped and spun around to see Alex holding his hand up in defense while the other clutched a crutch he absolutely should’ve heard. He had a soft smile on his face and he was still shirtless, eyes tired but still beautiful. He was beautiful. Really, unfairly beautiful.

“I’m sorry I left, I didn’t mean to upset you, but I needed to clear somethings up with Maria and–“

“Hey, we haven’t gotten the chance to talk just me and you,” Alex said softly, changing the subject away from Maria, “Can we do that now?”

Michael swallowed harshly and nodded, waiting. Maybe he wasn’t as wanted as he thought. But that idea only stayed in his mind for a few seconds because, instead of talking with their mouths, Alex grabbed his hand and pressed it to the hand print.

“I wanna try it,” he said, “Liz said we can share memories with it. Show me something?”

“Like what?” Michael asked, that confusion hitting him again. He knew that the last few months, Alex had been a lot more open with him, but this... Well, this felt like he was asking permission to cross one of those lines with his boyfriend in the next room.

“Anything.”

So Michael pressed his other hand on his back, pulling him in close and resting their forehead’s together. Alex gave him an encouraging smile before they both closed their eyes. And then he thought of Alex.

It wasn’t hard to do that, to just flood him with the way he saw things back in high school. The first time he saw him and being confused, playing Romeo opposite his Mercutio and being confused, staring at him in every advanced math class they shared and being confused, constantly just being lost until he realized he wanted to kiss him. Which cleared up the second he did.

He skipped over the pain of the night in the shed, instead skipping to long nights making out in the back of his truck in the desert. He reminded him of that one time they got caught by Sanders who acted like he didn’t see anything or that night that was so hot they were sweating buckets but couldn’t bear to separate or that night they went skinny dipping the only pond in Roswell. He showed him how much he missed him when he was gone, how happy he was when he was home, and how much he loved him even when he left. And he showed him how confused he was right now, not quite understanding what this meant for them.

He could deal with Forrest being kind to him and caring for him, but he couldn’t comprehend how Alex could feel how much they loved each other and not want anything. Right now, they knew, and yet that still didn’t make sense for them. How fucked up could they be?

“You thought you weren’t good enough for me?” Alex asked when he pulled away. Michael stared at him, wondering how that’s what he got from everything he’d shown him. “That day in your truck, when I said that I wanted to be with you, but not if you threw your life away, you thought that meant that I thought you weren’t good enough. And you never stopped feeling that way. You feel that way right now.”

Michael stared at him, unsure of how to answer. Alex looked sad all over again and it was his fault. He tried to pull his hand away, but Alex held onto it and stepped in closer so they were chest to chest with only their hands between them.

“You’re good for me,” Alex whispered, “You’re so good for me.”

“Your boyfriend’s in the next room,” Michael told him. Alex bumped his nose against Michael’s.

“You don’t think he knows how I feel about you?”

“He’s been too nice to me, I’m not about to–“

“Listen to me,” Alex said a little more firm, staring him in his eyes, “You don’t think he knows?”

Michael felt like his skin was on fire again, that wave hitting him again as Alex’s eyes flickered down to his lips.

“No,” Michael said, “You’re just feeling an echo of what I feel for you. That’s not real. Or-or if it is, you’re not in the right headspace. Forrest is in there.”

“You don’t think he knows?” Alex repeated, slower this time. Michael exhaled slowly, his shoulders deflating and his heart going haywire. 

“Knows what? You know I don’t understand half the things you say,” he said. Alex smiled and shrugged a shoulder.

“True,” he said, laughing softly. It sent chills down his spine. Alex’s hand slowly slid up his side and then two fingers pressed against his jaw, tilting it up and his eyes locked with Michael’s. It was unspoken as it usually was between them and Alex pressed a soft kiss to his lips, not lasting more than a second and yet somehow packing more of a punch than any kiss they’d ever shared. It wasn’t even like a real kiss, there wasn’t even passion, it was just him saying ‘hey, I’m here, you’re safe’. Michael loved it. “He knows about what I want.”

“And he doesn’t care? You’re his boyfriend,” Michael pointed out, torn between wanting to kiss him again and feeling guilty for doing that to a guy that had been so nice to him. But, more importantly, he’d shared Alex once and he never wanted to do that again. Still, Alex shook his head.

“I’m not gonna kiss you for real until the hand print is gone and we have a conversation about everything, okay?” Alex said. Michael nodded.

“I don’t wanna share you, Alex, not like that,” he said. Alex nodded.

“I know,” he whispered, fingernails gliding over his stubble, “But Forrest knows everything now, so he can’t just disappear completely.”

“Everything?”

“I filled him in on it all,” Alex confirmed, “He doesn’t want to leave even if that means not having a relationship like that. We already talked about it, we already set new boundaries.”

“How?” Michael asked. Alex smiled and shrugged.

“He’s a good man. Better than we’ve ever been raised to see,” he answered simply. Michael knew that well enough to not need any further explanation. “I love him and he loves me, but not necessarily the way we love each other, does that make sense?”

“So much.”

“Good.”

They sat there for a minute, just staring and sharing what exactly this meant. And it just meant that, for now, this was their new boundaries. Michael was okay with that.

He helped him with his crutch and they made their way back to the pullout couch. As uncomfortable as it was, he couldn’t imagine a place he’d rather be. Forrest didn’t seem upset which was wild in concept, but Michael appreciated in practice. He really was great.

“Thank you,” Michael told him as Alex got settled in the middle. Forrest just flashed a smile.

“No worries,” he said. Michael huffed a laugh and kicked off his shoes before climbing into bed. “How’s your stitches?”

“Fine. Painkillers are wearing off, but I can handle it,” Alex said.

“You sure?” Forrest asked. Alex grinned his way and nodded. Michael settled into the pillow as he watched Forrest lean down to kiss him again. This time he recognized it as what it was: an act of comfort, not pleasure or romance or desire. Which would explain the weird feelings he got from the mark when they did it before and the kiss Alex had given him only a few minutes prior. That was definitely not something he was used to.

He liked it.

“You look exhausted even though you slept until noon,” Forrest noted as they all three got comfortable, “Is that like an alien thing?”

“No, it’s an ‘I just got accused of cheating and then got dumped’ thing,” he teased. Both men looked towards him with confused faces.

“She accused you of cheating? With us?” Forrest clarified, disbelief laced in his voice. Michael blew out a breath of air.

“Yep, apparently it’s weird to want to be around people if you don’t want to have sex,” Michael said. 

“I think if I tried to have sex, I would pop open my stitches and it would not be sexy to started bleeding from my abdomen in the middle of it,” Alex noted. Forrest snorted a laugh and his eyes went to his stitches again, double checking that they weren’t irritated.

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t pop your stitches open, I think Kyle would’ve killed me,” Michael added. Alex smiled easily and closed his eyes, looking so relaxed that it was nearly unreal. Especially when they all knew he could feel the pain of literally being shot and stabbed and beaten.

“I feel really loved,” Alex admitted.

“Yeah, you definitely still are feeling the painkillers still at least a little,” Forrest whispered. He smiled a bit broader and shrugged his shoulder. 

Michael mindlessly pressed into Alex’s side, wanting to just fuel that feeling he had even more. He pressed his nose against Alex’s jaw, breathing in slow as he closed his eyes. Alex’s arm made it’s way under his head and his fingers wove into his hair, his bicep making the world’s best pillow. Michael’s hand went to it’s rightful place over the hand print.

“How close am I wanted?” Forrest asked carefully to both of them.

“As close as you want,” they both answered without hesitation. 

Michael had a newfound appreciation for Forrest in a way he hadn’t really expected, but he understood things better after thinking things over. Forrest was clearly as much as touchy as Alex was, if not more. Michael had taken it as clingy before, but now he was starting to see that’s just how he gave and received comfort. That’s why he kissed Alex when their new boundaries had been set, that’s why he touched Michael when got confused, that’s why he was so fucking aware at all times. Michael wasn’t used to platonic affection; he was interested.

So Forrest pressed up on Alex’s other side, the man in the middle having to lay on his back due to his wound. Then his arm went around, laying on top of Alex’s in Michael’s hair. His other arm draped over Alex’s abdomen and paralleled Michael’s. His fingers laid gently against Michael’s side, just enough to know that they were there.

And he was welcome.

[phoenixhalliwell]

Waking Up In Vegas

Pairings: Benny Miller X Gender Neutral Reader (I have given them a call sign ‘Tink’ cos I love that nickname lol)

Word count: 2490

Author’s Note: Tumblr is being a wee weirdo and I cant find the link for this fic and my other frankie one for my masterlist so I have to report again *cries*

Archnemesis Benny and reader wake up the morning after a wild night in Vegas with the boys to a surprise revelation.

BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG 

 It takes a second to realise that the noise isn’t just your head pounding but in fact someone knocking rapidly at the door. A whimper leaves you as you try not to throw up. You wiggle around the bed, trying to get loose from the heavy blankets but fail miserably.

“Please, stop….too loud. Dying” is all you’re able to croak out. Your mouth is drier than the desert and a one man band is marching in your head. Looking down you realise that it is not a blanket weighing you down but an arm. An arm that is now pulling you backwards to firmly press you against their warm chest. A groan comes from behind you and a face  nuzzles into your throat. You can feel the panic starting to build in your chest.

'Oh god, oh god. What the fuck!’ You are brought out of your freak out by a familiar voice.

“Are you going to open the door willingly Tink? Or am I going to have to come in there myself!”

Frankie! Relief rushes through you at your saviour. Frankie is a good guy, he won’t give you shit for this like the other boys. It’ll be swept under the rug and no one else has to know. That’s why Frankie is your favourite. The person behind you suddenly makes their displeasure at being rudely woken known.

“Will you shut the fuck up Fish, some of us are trying to sleep”

A coldness rushes through you. NO. FUCKING. WAY. Not him. Please not him. Slowly turning in the arms that have you in a death grip, you let out a low moan. Benny Miller is lying there in all his glory. He looks almost angelic with the way the morning sunlight hits him just right, making him glow. But you know the truth.

That man is the fucking DEVIL.

To say you and Benny dislike one another was an understatement. There is a long standing feud between you and the younger Miller that goes so far back you can’t quite remember how it started. You were originally a medic under the command of his brother Will, but over time (with Will vouching for your skills) you’d been pulled into other little jobs that involved his old army buddies and his dipshit little brother. You were welcomed into this little make shift family with open arms (well by most people anyways).Will, Santiago and Frankie - you thought the world of.  Benny…. let’s just say you wouldn’t piss on if he was on fire. There was just something about Benny that just irks you. The way he calls you names and winds you up until you explode and end up being separated by Will who is sick of both of your shit. That god damn cocky grin rubs you up the wrong way. The way he thinks he’s god’s gift to mankind and struts about. Sure, he is a handsome man and is talented at his profession.He can be kind when he wants to be. He’s loyal and he’ll have your back if the situation calls for it,  but it doesn’t mean he has to show off all the fucking time! He’s a god damn pain in your ass!

So to wake up this morning and find out you two have evidently slept together causes a small part of you to die inside. This bastard is never going to let you hear the end of it. You try to cast your mind back on what actually led you to your current predicament.

You and the boys were spending the weekend in Vegas for Santiago’s bachelor party. The wild stallion had finally been tamed and he wanted one last hoorah with his family before the new chapter of his life. The original plan was to have a nice dinner at the Bellagio before hitting up the tables in hopes of winning some cash. That part you could remember, it is the rest that comes in drips and drabs.

The chant of “Shots! Shots! Shots!” echoes in your mind and there is still a faint taste of tequila in your mouth. 'That explains why I can’t remember jack shit. Did we do Karaoke?’ You can see Frankie and Benny screeching “I want to know what love is ” with Will swaying along and Santi throwing money at the them from the front of the stage. 'Why can I hear bells ringing?’ There is also a familiar body ache you know the exact cause of. More flashes come to mind that make your heart race : Stumbling into walls, the desperation of trying to undress quickly, a hot breath on your neck, hands gripping your waist, filthy words being whispered into your ear….

'I’m never drinking again’

The banging at the door starts again, Frankie is clearly pissed at being kept waiting.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your marital bliss but check out is at 11 and I know for a fact neither of you fuck heads have packed”

Marital bliss? Who the hell is married?

You eyes drift down to your left hand and its suddenly hard to breathe. There is a nice new addition to your ring finger. A gold band that sure as shit was not there yesterday. This seems like the perfect moment to start screaming. Benny is up in an instant, scanning the room for the unknown threat. Once he realises it’s just the two of you, his body relaxes and he scrubs his hand over his face. It takes him a moment to notice the feeling of cold metal on his skin and he stares down at his hand, an unreadable look on his face. You are just able to hear him whisper

“Fuck, its real”

This whole situation is suddenly too much and everything becomes blurry as tears fall from your eyes. You can feel yourself start to hyperventilate and Benny is at your side in an instant trying to console you.

“Come on sweetheart you need to calm down. Feel my chest and breathe with me yeah? In… and out…. It’s ok I’ve got you.”

He repeats his reassurances over and over again. You try to focus on the sound of his deep voice, try to follow his instructions to help regulate your breathing. Gradually it returns to normal and you slump forward into Benny’s arms suddenly exhausted. He rubs his hand up and down your back, somewhat soothing you. You  feel him sigh before he turns his face into your hair and presses a gentle kiss to your head. It suddenly occurs to you that Benny has never been this gentle with you and your heart clenches a little. You feel him pull away from you and have to stop yourself from squeezing him tight.  You stand there for a few seconds in silence before you hear the door opening behind you. Frankie must have found the spare key to your room.

“Are you guys still alive in here?” he asks timidly, glancing between  you and Benny,  eyes zoning in on how close the both of you were.

“Yeah man, we’re good.” Benny  replies, moving to stand on the other side of the room.

“Look I am really sorry to rush you’s but Will’s anxious to get on the road and he might end up murdering Santi before the wedding if we all don’t hustle” Frankie says apologetically.

“I’ll catch you guys downstairs. I won’t be long” Benny grabs his things off the floor before making a break for the door, leaving you and Frankie to stare at each other awkwardly.

“Not a word Morales” you threaten.

“Wouldn’t dream of it Tink. Let’s pack your stuff and get the fuck out of dodge yeah?”

Like you said. Frankie was always your favourite.

Awkward doesn’t even begin to cover breakfast. Those little shits planned it so you and Benny are forced to sit side by side in the booth. Frankie is looking somewhat sympathetic when Santi slides a piece of paper over to you with a shit eating grin. It’s photographic evidence of the worst decision of your life. You still weren’t sure how you guys ended up in the little white chapel saying the big 'I Do’. None of the boys seem to remember either or were just refusing to give up any information about it in case they incriminated one of their brothers.

'Bet you it was all that bastard Santi’s fault’

Sighing, you finally look down at the photo in front of you. It was the 5 of you all lined up. You and Benny stand in the middle of the photo, clinging to each other. You were snuggled into his chest as he gazes down at you in awe. You swallow sharply and tear your eyes over to Will who is off to Benny’s left and appears to be crying? (I was just so happy someone took the little shit off my hands) Obviously Will stood in as Benny’s best man, that was a given. On the far end of the photo on your side stood Santi who looked dishevelled and pissed off. Was that blood on his shirt? Between him and you stood Frankie who (unusual for him) was sporting a Cheshire grin. Confused, you looked up at the two men in front of you and suddenly noticed real life Santi had a black eye.

“What the fuck happened to you?”

The two men glanced at each other in embarrassment before Santi quietly admitted that he and Frankie had got into a fist fight over who was going to be your right hand man. Will snorts into his hand in the corner.

'God give me strength not to kill these stupid bastards’  Sighing and rubbing your temples you shot them a glare which has the 3 men across from you cowering in their seats.

“So at no point did any of you guys think to put a stop to this madness?” You growl.

“Is the idea of being married to me really the worst thing in the world?” You hear Benny asks quietly, still not looking at you.

The boys have the good grace to look a little ashamed before Santi decides to pipe up and make his defence.

“Well how could we? Benny spent the best part of the night proclaiming his undying love you. Fuck he even serenaded you at the Karaoke bar.” There is a loud thud and Santi’s face  twists into a grimace. Apparently someone had kicked him under the table.

“Yeah right as if Benny would ever say anything like that! He hates my fucking guts. Right Benny?” You scoff and nudge him with your elbow. An uncomfortable silence washes over the table and Benny refuses to look at you. It’s good old Will who breaks the silence, abruptly standing up.

“Why don’t we go sort out the bill yeah?” looking to his brothers.

Santi squawks in outrage and throws up his hands “But it was just getting to the good part!!!” Will grabs him by the collar of his shirt and drags him out of the booth, muttering furiously into his ear before marching him off to god knows where. Frankie reaches over and gently squeezes your hand before sliding out and giving Benny a pat on the shoulder on the way by.

“Good luck hermano” he calls over his shoulder. You wait for a beat before turning to Benny gearing yourself up for a fight.

“Are you fucking serious right now. Or is this all an elaborate game that you and the boys have cooked up Huh?” you hiss.

“You really think I’m that cruel?” he fires back.

“I don’t know! Ever since I met you, you’ve made my life a living hell Benny! So why wouldn’t this not be the next step in the ’ terrorise Tink’ grande scheme?” The remark clearly hits him hard as he whirls round to finally face you.

“You really have no clue do you.”

“What the hell are you talking about Miller?”

Benny scoffs bitterly and takes a deep breath.

“I don’t hate you Tink! I never have. I’m so far gone on you that Will threatens daily to kill me if I don’t shut up about you. Ask him or any of the guys for that matter”. There’s a look of pleading on his face as though begging you to believe what he is saying that leaves you completely floored. Without waiting for a response he barrels on, the dam broken, clearly needing to get everything off his chest at last.

“Do you realise how intimidating it is to talk to you?. You’re amazing and so fucking beautiful Tink that I feel like I can’t breathe every time i look at you. You are hella smart and watching you work on the job blows my mind every time. And that mouth you have on you, no one else ever calls me out on my shit like you. I know I have a sense of humour that people don’t always get. I know I can be a complete asshole and I don’t really have much going in my favour but  I’m not a bad man Tink I swear. I’ve been sweet on you since the day I met you. For some reason though you just seemed to dislike me from the start so it was easier to play up on being an asshole. It hurt less that way.” He trails off.

What. The. Fuck.

You stare at him. Dumbfounded. You’d been wrong the whole time?

“I remember most of last night Tink. We had been drinking and betting at one of the craps tables. You were on a winning streak and kept saying if you rolled a hard 8 you would do this and that. You were having the time of your life Tink. I’ve never seen you look so free. So Happy. Any time you’re around me, you’re always so closed off. And it kills me. But you were looking at me different last night. And i was so caught up in the game I bet if you rolled a hard 8 one more time that we should get married. And you took me up on that offer. I’ve never felt so fucking happy in my life. I know it was a stupid idea and that we were drunk, but you finally chose me and if anything happened to me after that I could die a happy man.”

He gently brings both his hands up to cup your face and leans in close, not enough for your lips to touch but close enough for him to whisper to you.

“I know this whole Vegas thing has been crazy and I’m not asking you to stay married to me. That would be unreasonable. All I’m asking is that you choose me again. That you give me a chance to show you how much I care about you. Please”

You stare into his eyes for a second, looking for a hint of deception. Finding none, you make your decision. You close the gap between you and feel Benny sigh in relief into the kiss.

I  guess there’s a fine line between love and hate.

[nialledfromfics]

The Dating Game | Chapter Six

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That Monday morning came like any other Monday morning for Joey. Up early before the sun had even peeked past the horizon, a walk with her favorite little lady, Sadie and a huge welcome to her students for starting a brand new week. Her focus was right where it should’ve been; sorting out the weekly lesson plans and preparing for the upcoming fire drill that she had gotten a notice for, but her mind...her mind was drifting off to someplace else. Someone else. 

Joey just couldn’t shake the thoughts of Niall. Of how she had felt being with him, warm and cozy all snuggled up on his couch. Of how she had passed out and he had, without hesitation, let her crash right there on his sofa and didn’t leave her side the entire night. But she also realized that Niall was just a nice guy. He was sweet and caring and thoughtful, and everything that had happened, could be, without a doubt, chalked up to him being a decent friend. Clearly, he was just being a decent friend. There was no other intention behind it. Any other thought was just laughable. 

A loud screech of a chair across the linoleum floor made Joey jump in her seat, her eyes flicking up from the zoned in focus of her lunch. Alexis gave Joey an eye roll, sitting down next to her at the small table in a huff as she plopped a container of quinoa salad in front of her. Joey snorted. “Been that kinda day already, huh?”

Alexis leaned forward, her blonde hair sliding off the slope of her shoulder. “I had one kid tell me to ‘go to hell’, and that was before the first tardy bell even rang,” she puffed out, peeling off the top of her plastic container. “I just wanna sit here with you, eat my lunch in peace and not think about those heathens for the next twenty minutes.”

Lifting a bite of grilled chicken breast to her lips, Joey chuckled. “I’m so glad I teach Kindergarten.” 

Alexis shot her a smile. “By the way,” she paused to finish chewing, “what happened to you on Saturday? I know you said you were going out with that firefighter guy…” 

“Ugh, that guy was a total joke,” Joey scoffed, taking a sip of her water. “He pretty much said, without actually saying it, that I was too fat for him.” 

“You’re kidding me?” Alexis gasped. 

“Nope.” 

Her friend shook her head, her brows pulling in. “What kind of girls does he usually date then? Ones made of air?” 

“Yeah...the blow up kind apparently,” Joey said with a giggle, “But...I did go over to Niall’s later that night.” 

Alexis’ blue eyes went big. “That’s where you went? To his house?” 

She nodded, taking another bite of food. “Yeah, we ate some dinner, had some wine–a lot of wine–and watched a movie. I ended up staying at his place, so it’s a good thing you let Sadie out for me.” 

“Wait…” Alexis said, holding her hand out at Joey, “you slept over there?” 

“I didn’t sleep with him, like, in his bed or whatever,” Joey tried to explain, “I slept on the couch. It was really late and I had way too much wine and I guess I passed out on him.” 

“On him?” 

“Yeah, we were, like, kinda cuddling…”

“You were cuddling?!” Alexis screeched.

Joey pushed the back of her hand to her mouth to keep in her laugh at Alexis’ overreaction. The blonde was full on shocked. “We both had a lot of wine, so…” 

“So…” 

“Seriously, it was nothing, Lex!” 

Alexis rolled her eyes and grabbed her bottle of iced coffee. “Mmm hmm...” 

Sitting back in her chair, Joey wrinkled her brows. “What?”

“Nothing,” Alexis shot back, fighting off a grin as she took another bite of her salad, “So are you guys still just friends?”

Joey huffed out a breath as she put the lid back on her empty lunch container. “Yeah, we’re cool. He definitely doesn’t see me as anything more than that.” 

“Are you sure about that?”

“I mean, I haven’t asked him, that would be weird,” Joey scrunched up her face, “but yeah, I swear it’s totally nothing more than friends, no matter how much I want it to be. And I’m good with that. I’ve accepted my fate.” Joey pushed out a short laugh as she peeked down at the orange sitting next to her water. 

“Okay,” Alexis said, “well, what did he say to you the next morning?” 

Joey shrugged. “Nothing? When I woke up, he was still asleep on the other side of the couch. I guess he had slept out there with me, which is kind of sweet if you think about it. But, I didn’t want to wake him, so I just left.” 

Dropping her fork into her bowl, Alexis leaned back in her chair. “You just left?” 

“Yeah?” Joey bit at her lip, wondering if she had made some kind of mistake by not waking him up before she left. “I did text him later to tell him I had a good time and everything. He was okay. I just...I didn’t really know what to say to him.” 

Alexis licked across her lips, her brows raising. “So nothing else happened then?”

“I told you he doesn’t like me like that,” Joey reiterated with a shake of her head.” 

“I still don’t believe you.” 

Joey rolled her eyes. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter anyway, because I’m giving up on dating. It just doesn’t work for me. I’m too flawed.” 

“Oh!” Alexis spit out, reaching over and patting Joey’s forearm that was resting on the table. “Oh my God, I forgot to tell you that I met this guy the other day–,”

“Ooooh Lex–,”

The girl pulled her face in. “No, not for me, you crazy,” she joked, “yeah right, I have a kid. But I met him during the orientation for rising 6th graders last week and I think you two would actually be really cute together. He’s a math teacher over at East Valley Middle. Super cute, smart, great smile. I told him about you and he seemed pretty interested…”

Letting out a sigh, Joey folded her arms across the edge of the table. “Are you seriously trying to set me up right now?” 

“Well, if this thing with Niall isn’t really a thing, then what’s one more date?”

Joey picked up her water and took a small sip, her eyes glued to her friend. “What’s his name?”

“Ross.” 

“Ross?” Joey squeaked out. 

Alexis chuckled. “Just...go with it. Believe me, this could be good!” 

Taking in a deep breath, Joey pondered over her friend's statement for a moment, realizing that she did have a point. What harm would it do to give this Ross guy a chance? Surely if Alexis thought they’d be a good match, it should at least be a decent date, right? And if her weird growing feelings for Niall obviously weren’t coming to a reciprocated fruition, why should she just give up all together? 

Peeking back over at her best friend, Joey gave her a sweet smile and nodded her head. “Okay, fine. Give me his number.” 

•

Niall pulled into the studio parking lot late that Monday afternoon. He had a recording session planned, one of many for the week, and even though he was in the midst of creating his 3rd album, there was only one thing on his mind. Joey. He sat in his car after easing it into a parking space and turned off the engine. Scratching at his grown-in beard, Niall turned to stare out of his side window, and under the disguise of his sunglasses, his eyes trailed a couple holding hands as they walked by with their dog. 

It wasn’t like he had expected her to be there when he woke up on his couch that Sunday morning, really, he had no expectations at all, and he knew that he had no right to. But a tiny part of him just wished she would’ve stayed. That he could have made them some coffee, had breakfast and maybe hung out a bit. Regardless of how he felt about her, and knowing she probably would never feel that way about him, he just loved being in her company. He loved to see her bright smile and hear her infectious laugh. He loved the way she flipped her hair over her shoulder when she spoke or how excited and animated she got retelling stories to him. He loved the way she looked at him, the way her skin felt under his fingertips. The way her body felt so natural nestled up against his. 

It had been a longtime since he felt that way about anyone. And the only thing he wanted was for her to feel that same way about him.

The sound of his text tone jolted Niall out of his mini daydream. Furrowing his brow slightly, he reached over and grabbed his personal phone from the cradle of the passenger seat. It was her. 

J: Hey, so I know this is probably ridiculous and I don’t want to be one of THOSE girls, but I just want to make sure we are okay? 

J: I really am sorry for just leaving your house without waking you up or saying goodbye yesterday. To be honest, I wasn’t really sure what to say lol

Niall chuckled as he read over the text. The fact that here she was, texting him about the very thing at the very moment that he was thinking about her...it made him smile. A faint warmth started to swirl in Niall’s belly and he pulled off his sunglasses, quickly shooting Joey a text back. 

N: its really no problem, love . We are okay , I promise ya

J: Good. Okay because I was just a bit worried since I hadn’t heard from you since our texts yesterday. 

J: But that’s just me being irrational and anxious as usual lol

N: hahahahahhaa

N: Sorry for not texting back , I get kinda lost in me work when it gets Busy like this . I’m actually sittin in the studio lot right now 😂

J: Oh geez, I didn’t mean to fuck you up with work. Just text me back later then. I just wanted to make sure we were good. 

N: Yeh we’re good darlin . I’ll text ya later

J: 😊

He breathed out a half smirk and licked across his lips. At least he knew that he was on her mind as much as she was on his. And that thought was going to make the rest of his day fly by.

•

Joey held onto Ross’ number for the next couple days. She knew she should just bite the bullet and text him, there really was no harm in it, but there was something inside her that was making her hesitate. That wouldn't let her take that leap. She could argue that it was Niall, but they had only texted a few times over the course of the following days, and it was back to being their normal friendly banter and laughs. So really, Joey wasn’t sure that was it. 

Maybe she was just scared. 

But by Thursday night of that week, after pushing away the anxiety that she had been building within herself, she decided to just do it. And she did. And he was surprisingly...really great. 

He was very kind and respectful, super funny and they had much more in common then she had anticipated and it got to a point that they were talking so frequently, that Joey almost forgot about Niall. Almost. Ross asked her out for that Saturday night and she happily accepted. 

He was taking her to a local winery and Joey was beyond excited as she had never been to a winery before but had always wanted to go. That Saturday afternoon came and she was busy getting ready; having put on a cute flowy dress with a modest split up her left leg, a pair of low wedge sandals and was planning on topping it off with a big floppy sun hat that she had borrowed from Alexis. She had just finished blow drying her hair into long waves when she heard a knock at her door. Glancing at the clock, Joey crinkled her brows at who it could be considering it was almost an hour before Ross was expected to pick her up. 

Sadie was already barking at the threshold of the front door by the time Joey had walked out of her bedroom and when she opened it, she was more than surprised to see Niall standing there. 

“Niall!”

His light blue eyes slowly spanned down her body, and she giggled as he rounded his lips and blew out a low whistle. “Wow, Jo,” he muttered, catching Joey’s stare, “you look…really fuckin’ nice.”

She smiled and bashfully peeked down at her outfit. “Thanks,” she said before moving aside and holding open the door, “c’mon in.” 

As Niall stepped into her apartment for the very first time, he was immediately bombarded by a tiny little fluff ball of crazy eagerly jumping up at his feet. Niall crouched down to show some attention to the dog and Joey eased the door closed as she kept her widen stare on the two of them. Niall gently ruffled his big hands around the little pup’s face, even leaning in to let her give him a tiny lick on his cheek. Sadie was not only being friendly towards Niall, but wasn’t even barking at him and Joey couldn't believe it. 

“And who’s this little cutie?” Niall asked, peeking up at Joey.

She crossed her arms over her chest, her lips resting in a part. “Her name’s Sadie,” Joey started, a look of pure amusement befalling her face, “and holy crap, she’s letting you pet her? Niall...this is crazy, she doesn’t like anyone.” 

He laughed. “I’m a dog whisperer, didn’t ya know?” 

“Yeah, I see that!” she said with a chuckle as Niall stood back up. They both watched as Sadie happily toddled off in search of her warm comfy spot on the couch. 

Niall stuffed his hands down into his pockets as Joey brushed past him to grab her bag from one of the kitchen stools. He took a few steps forward, glancing around her small apartment for a moment before landing his stare back over to her. “So, what’s up Niall?” Joey casually asked, feeling his eyes on her as she dumped out the contents of her bag onto the countertop to organize her things.

He pushed out a reserved laugh and reached up to run his fingers through his hair before pointing over at her. “Are ya busy? Goin’ somewhere?” 

Tucking some hair behind her ear, Joey peeked over at Niall from the corners of her eyes. She hesitated to tell him exactly what she was up to, she wasn’t sure why and she gently cleared her throat. “I’m actually getting ready to go out.”

“Oh,” Niall said, licking at his lips as he gave her a nod, “that’s cool. I didn’t mean to drop in on ya like this outta nowhere…”

Joey shook her head. “No, please Niall, it’s totally fine. Any other night of the week and I would be in my pajamas stuffing my face on my couch, so...please, don’t worry about it.” She paused, flicking her eyes over his. “You can come by anytime you want.” 

A smile took over his mouth before he slightly bit it away. “Yeah, I was just stoppin’ by to see if ya wanted to hang out. Do a bit of shoppin’, maybe some dinner...I dunno.”

“Oh...” Joey said, her shoulders fell to a slump and she paused putting her things back into her bag. “That actually sounds really great, and...normally I would be all over it, but...I, um, I have plans. Another date.” 

Niall raised his brows. “You do?”

“Yeah,” Joey said, closing up her bag and walking back over to where Niall was standing. She hooked her hands on her hips and slightly tipped her head to the side. “Some teacher that my friend, Alexis set me up with. He seems like a nice guy.”

“You’ve talked to him?”

She nodded. “Quite a bit actually. Not through Tinder or anything, but we’ve been texting.” Niall gave her a slow nod, his eyes dropping to the floor at his feet. He stayed quiet, and she watched as the tip of his tongue just barely pushed out to run across his lips. Joey shrugged her shoulders in a soft sigh. “So, yeah, I dunno, just thought I would give the dating thing one last go. I guess, that’s kind of pathetic.” 

Niall peeked back up at her. “No, not at all,” he snapped back with a shake of his head. His face was slightly scrunched in and the tone of his voice was indicative that he was not having any of Joey putting herself down. For any reason. 

She breathed out a sweet smile and flipped her hair over her one shoulder with the comb of her fingers. “But, um, we were just gonna go to this winery for a few drinks and dinner, maybe we can hang out afterwards? I mean...if you still want to.” 

The look on Niall’s face softened and he gave her a smile. “Uh, yeah, I don’t want ya to, like, end your date all early and shit ‘cause of me though.” 

“Oh no, I’m not really expecting this to go anywhere anyway, so it’s fine,” she laughed. 

“Alright.” 

“How about I text you when I’m done and we can meet up for drinks or something?”

He gave her a nod. “Yeah, that sounds good.” 

“Cool.” 

They both stood silent for far longer than the words that had left their mouths and dreamily stared into each other's eyes, oblivious to the surges of feelings that were firing through the other the longer they stayed locked in the heavy gaze. And it wasn’t until Niall broke his eyes away from the intoxicating heat of hers and cleared his throat that Joey was able to properly breathe again. “I’m gonna, uh, go get some food ‘cause I’m fuckin’ starvin’,” Niall blurted out, stumbling back over towards her front door and grabbing at the handle as he turned to look back at Joey once more. “But I'll see ya later?” 

She nodded as Niall lifted his chin to peek over at the tiny dog that was laying on Joey's sofa. “Bye Sadie,” he called out, making the young woman cover her mouth in a laugh. Niall settled his eyes back on her with a lopsided smirk and a subtle quirk of his brow. She felt as if she could nearly faint just from that one look. “See ya, Jo.” 

Biting at her bottom lip, Joey eased a hand up to give him a wave. “Bye, Niall.” 

•

Alexis was right, Ross had a great smile. He showed up at her door right on time, dressed in a nice pair of fitted slacks and a polo shirt and had even brought her flowers. It was a simple, old fashioned gesture, but it was sweet of him and Joey couldn’t wipe the flattered grin off her face. He drove them to the winery, not too lost in conversation on the way, and his manners; opening the car door for her and pulling out her chair as they sat down at the table, were impeccable. He seemed almost a little bit too good to be true. 

But Joey quite liked him. He was averagely handsome with dirty blond hair and brown eyes and he was kind of reserved, but still very interested in whatever Joey had to say. They had a good laugh, bonding over their work as teachers and the fact that they both owned tiny dogs with big personalities and as the date went on, Joey started to wonder if maybe this could actually turn into something. 

Upon tasting their fifth and final wine, a fragrant and overly sweet dessert wine that left a satisfying tingle on Joey’s tongue, Ross held up his glass to clink against hers. She obliged with a giggle. “To Alexis,” he stated, “for being a good matchmaker and introducing us.” 

“And for pushing me to go out on just one last date,” Joey added, taking a sip of her wine. 

“One last date?” 

Joey locked eyes with Ross, and for a split second she thought she could see blue. His blue. That heart-stopping baby blue with swirls of gold, swimming endlessly over her own and something quickly snapped her back to her date. She swallowed hard, willing herself to be content with the dark brown that was staring back at her. Ross smiled and curiously raised his brows. He really did have a beautiful smile. “Well, maybe I could be talked into another one.”

He licked across his lips. “I hope so,” he mentioned, “because I really want to take you out again.” 

It was the first time in years that Joey had heard those words. It was the first time that she had even contemplated a second date. And it was the first time she decided to say yes. They spent the next twenty minutes chatting and giggling, finishing their wine before Ross paid the check and asked her if she needed a ride home. 

Pushing in her chair, Joey flipped her hair over her shoulder and softly shook her head as they began to walk towards the entrance of the winery. “I appreciate it, but I’m okay. I’m actually meeting a friend for drinks.” 

“Oh, okay,” he said, holding out his hand to her, “well, it was a joy to meet you, Joey.” 

She shook his hand with a smile. “Yes, it was good to meet you too. I had fun!” 

“I will…text you tomorrow? And we can figure out a plan for our next date, sound good?”

“Sounds great,” Joey nodded

And with a wave and goodbye, Joey watched as Ross walked out of the door and hopped into his car. The second her date had pulled out of the parking lot, Joey yanked her phone out of her bag to text Niall. 

J: Do you know where Italiano’s is? 

Expecting to be waiting for his answer, there was barely any time for the little dots to make an appearance on her screen before Niall responded back. It made Joey snicker. 

N: Yeh. Are ya done ?

J: I’m done. 

J: You want to meet at Italiano’s? My brother works there and they have a decent house Chianti if you fancy that kind of thing.

N: So yer british now eh ? hahahaha 

J: Just trying to fit in with you 😉

N: LOL 

N: meet ya there in 30 ?

J: Sure. 

Clicking into her Lyft app to order a ride, Joey was just about to choose when another text from Niall popped up at the top of her screen. 

N: So I finally get to meet the fam ? Must be gettin serious 😂😂😂😂

Joey rounded her shoulders in a laugh, shaking her head as she finalized her ride and stepped outside to wait. 

•

As usual, Niall was already waiting for Joey out front of Italiano’s as her ride pulled up. He tilted his head in a goofy grin, scrunching up his face as he bent over to wave at Joey through the car window. She couldn’t help but break out in a fit of laughter as she climbed out of the car and rushed over to him. Joey practically jumped in his arms, bringing him into a tight hug. It felt good to be near him again. The sense of calm that came over her the second he was in her vicinity, Joey couldn’t compare it to anything else in the world. Niall buried his face against the side of her head, his eyes slipping closed for a moment as his arms wrapped around her waist. 

After a few more seconds, they pulled away and both fiddled nervously with their hair before Niall let Joey lead the way inside. Ramona greeted them both, her eyes going wide at the sight of them together before Joey was able to bring her back down to earth and ask her for a seat at the bar. She fought her coy smile as she led them to their seats and Joey had just started to introduce Ramona to Niall as Carter walked up. 

Joey almost couldn’t believe how personable and lovely Niall was, though given how well she knew him, she should have. Her brother was not always the most easy person to talk to or get along with, but after the two of them conversed for a good five minutes, it was clear that they got on like a house on fire. Carter left them to their drinks and to tend to his other tables, and Niall turned to look over a Joey. “He’s a good guy,” he remarked.

Joey nodded and took a sip of her vodka soda, having decided that she had had enough wine over the past week to last her a lifetime. “He really is, I think he likes you too. And that’s...rare.” 

“Really?”

“He doesn’t like many people.” 

Niall laughed and set down his glass of wine. “Kinda like Sadie?”

A snort slipped past Joey’s lips, her head rolling back onto her shoulders as she giggled. “I guess you’re a people whisperer too, huh?” 

“Another one of my many talents.”

She bit at her bottom lip before pulling the straw of her drink into her mouth. “Full of surprises.” 

Niall quirked a brow. “Ya don’t even know the half of it, baby.” 

Rolling her eyes, Joey could feel a flush rise to her cheeks and she set her drink down, clearing her throat. “So, I’m, uh...gonna go out with that guy again.” 

“Are ya?” Niall replied, his jaw tightening slightly.  

“Yeah,” she went on, peering over at him. “I didn’t really have any expectations for our date, but it was fun! He’s a nice guy, the date went well, he didn’t even try to kiss me–”

“Amateur.”

She chuckled. “It was respectful, Niall,” she continued, Niall bowing his head in a smile knowing that Joey had taken his joke lightly, “and we had a lot in common...I dunno, I just felt like maybe I should give it a try, ya know? Give him a try.”

Running his tongue across his lips, Niall hooked a hand over his knee as his gaze settled on the light brown of hers. Joey had this undeniable sparkle in her eyes, it was something he noticed every time he looked at her, and it never failed to make his insides turn to mush. “You like him?” Niall asked her, taking another sip of wine. 

Joey dropped her stare to her lap, watching her fingers slide the split of her dress closed over her thigh. Taking in a deep breath, the clattering noise of the restaurant around her began to drown out and it was as if the only sound she could hear was that of her heart, thumping faster and faster in her chest. Slowly glancing back up at Niall, she caught his stare, the dark of his eyes having grown the longer he kept them on her. 

She raised a shoulder, the corner of her mouth tugging up. “Yeah, I think I do.” 

And in that split second, Niall felt his heart collapse in on itself. He was dying inside. 

[kz-i-co]

Virgin-less: Part V

»Summary: it's Christmas time and you spend it with jungkooks family

»Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Reader

»Genre: fluff/smut

»Words: 3.7k

»m.list | bts masterlist

» Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

»A/N: This is the last part for this series since it's just a simple romance story lol. There's not much plot to this story it's just basically fluffy so I hope you guys understand. :)

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You brushed your hair out of your face as the new found headache started circling your head as your eyes were drifting past each and every strange title you never even head of. Isolation, Skyrim, Borderlands, Destiny. The list went on and on. What was he even into? You had no clue when it came to video games.

You knew what games he had but didn't even know if they even related to these other games. You were a mess.

What the hell were you gonna get him? You never had to shop for a guy before, let alone a boyfriend. Your dad was always easy, as long as it had alcohol tied to it but this was different. Christmas was literally a few days away and it was bad enough your paycheck lined up at the worse timing. Plus being a new employee, you weren't eligible for holiday pay so you were pretty broke.

You left the store with nothing once again and you felt desperate by this point. It was too late to order anything online and the stores had shit. Now what?

"What's wrong?" Your sister looked at you as plopped on her couch.

"I don't know what to get Jungkook."

"Oh, first Christmas having a serious boyfriend." She sat down next to you. "What is he into?"

"There's a few different things I thought he would like but I'm not sure."

"You're over thinking it. Guys are happy with whatever." She laughed. "Clothes, candy, video games. They're pretty simple."

You just looked at her as she didn't make you feel better. "He's a nice guy (Y/N) I'm sure he'll like whatever you give him. Christmas isn't just about presents you know." She started walking away, leaving you alone in your thoughts.

As you looked up ideas on pinterest, the dots started connecting together of different cute ways to put together a gift. You placed the key in the ignition, ready to go back to the store for the 5th time now, until a text lit up your dark car, causing a blinding light.

From Kookie: 7:48PM Hey, whatya doin'

To Kookie: 7:48PM nm, just leaving my sisters

From Kookie: 7:49PM You want to come over? I ordered food ;)

To Kookie: 7:49PM Be right there :)

You sighed as you began to take off. You didn't mind going over to his house but you only had 2 more days to get his Christmas gift together and you already had plans tomorrow with your mother since you were spending Christmas eve with Jungkook's family.

Once you got to his apartment you let yourself in since he never bothered to lock the door and snuck around to him doing the dishes. You could tell he was trying to clean up the place before you got there, causing you blush.

You but your bag in the counter causing to twitch in fear and turning around to you with a big grin on your face.

"You scared the shit out of me." He said breaking into a smile.

"Boo." You looked around his apartment. "Wow, your place is so clean." You couldn't help but smirk causing him to bite his lip like he didn't know what you were talking about.

"It usually is, you just caught me on a bad day last time." He dried his hands.

"Sure."

"So I have something you probably don't want to hear." He began and your smile slowly washed off your face. "My mom is very protective and traditional.....and she's very excited about meeting you and all but...."

"What?" You grew impatient.

"She said you have to sleep in the guest room while I take my old room." He became unsettled from your silence. "I'm sorry, she thinks because we aren't married we shouldn't be sleeping in the same bed yet."

"Trust me I know. It's bad enough that you won't know anybody and I understand-"

"It's no big deal." You slipped out a smile even though it did hurt a little. You understood that you were practically a stranger to his mother so trust wasn't there yet but obviously she cares about her son and you couldn't argue that.

"It is. I mean we've slept in the same bed before, sex or not. She's being ridiculous."

"You're her baby, she's looking out for you." You teased.

"It's not funny (Y/N). I don't want you to be uncomfortable." He folded his arms.

"I get the room all to myself?"

"Well, Yeah. My aunt and uncle are taking the basement bed room, while my grandparents take my brothers room, and my brother and I are sleeping in my room." He was basically pouting. "At least my little cousins are staying downstairs because they wake up really early."

"So you will be the one that's uncomfortable, not me."

"Yeah. My brother snores."

You couldn't help but laugh at the poor baby as you wrapped your arms around him bringing him into your embrace. "It's one night right? It will be fine."

He smiled bringing his lips towards yours longer then expected that once you pulled away he groaned in frustration. "Where's our food?"

"It's on its way." He said pulling you back in. You felt his cold hands circle your hips, gently tugging the soft material above your waist. As the kids got more intense, Jungkook trailed his fingers all the way down until he was able to lift your thigh, causing you to sit on the counter comfortably.

He placed himself between your legs naturally as the air got thinner and thinner. You felt your breath tighten, causing you to pull away but before he could continue, nothing but a simple knock to ruin the mood.

"Yay, food." You smiled hoping off the counter to retrieve the door.

....

"I'm confused." He started as you both were basked into the marvel universe. "She just shot her past self, wouldn't that mean she would be dead in the present."

"Any movies involving time travel makes sense." You laughed sipping your soda.

You looked at the time noticing it was already 11:00. "I'm sorry Jungkook, but I need to get home."

"But baby it's cold outside." He started to sing causing you to arch your eyebrows with a smirk. "I can drive you in the morning."

"We will be together all weekend long." You reminded.

"I know." He pouted.

You pulled on your coat and grabbed your bag. "I will see you later." You kissed him goodbye.

"Text me you get home okay." The little things he said to you always warmed your heart the most.

-

The day with your family was nice and chaotic at the same time. It started off as a nice Christmas brunch followed by pictures with Santa for the kids but the only thing that was floating through your mind was when you can escape to go shopping. You were on the debate to just go last night but it was a quarter to midnight when you left. You just hoped that some window opportunity would allow you to shop today but it was no luck.

Tomorrow was Christmas Eve and all the shops were closing early and Jungkook was picking you up around 3 so you would make it to his family in time for dinner. How did it come to this? You were wasting time.

"Where are you going, don't you have to pack?" Your mother asked as you were about to leave the house.

"I'm only staying one night, plus I need to go shopping real quick it's an emergency."

"Okay. The stores might be crazy." She warned.

And like always, your mother was right as the store flooded with people as they did their last minute Christmas shopping.

But you were just as guilty as you placed random cute little things in your cart for your basket idea. You had his favorite candies, sweets, and cozy socks and sweat pants to put together his own personal lazy video game emergency basket.

You wondered towards the video games once again as you saw a game being displayed as a new release that wasn't there yesterday.

Reading the title in your head over and over again, sounded familiar enough to get you excited that you grabbed the $60 game and purchased it as fast as you could.

You were pretty happy with your gift overall but the game was the highlight of it and you couldn't wait to give it to him. You got back home and put everything together and wrapped up the game separately placing it on top of the box.

Jungkooks family was doing Christmas presents tonight so you decided to just bring the game alone as his gift and give him the rest to him on Christmas Day.

You couldn't help but feel nervous as you were closer and closer to meeting his family for the first time. You had to impress them or they wouldn't welcome you into their family. Jungkook told you that he already talked about you to his mother many times and she's beyond excited to meet you.

You didn't know how far he moved away from his family. 3 hours was a pretty long drive. "After school I just figured I stay."

"It's so beautiful over here, quiet."

"We're here." He said those words that got your heart beating once again.

"They're going to love you." He kisses your forehead and helped you out of the car. It was dark already and the house was light up beautiful. Jungkook carries your small duffel bag like the gentleman he is and rang the door bell.

The door opened, revealing a young man about Jungkooks height and pulled him into a bear hug. "This is (Y/N) my girlfriend."

"Hello Jungkook's girlfriend. I'm Junghyun, Jungkook's older brother."

"Hi." You said shyly.

"Come on, it's freezing out there." He opened the door wider and let you both in. Jungkook places your bags on the bottom of the steps temporarily to introduce you to everyone.

You couldn't believe how welcoming his family was. Hug after hug and the compliments were unnecessary. His mother was last since she was making dinner and once she saw you her face brightened up with a huge smile.

"It's so nice to meet you dear." Another warm hug.

"I'm going to show her the guest room." Jungkook spoke.

"Did you explain-"

"Yes mom, we know the rules." He rolled his eyes teasing and you just smiled that you understood.

"You are still the baby of this family." She said hitting him with a dish towel.

"As five other kids are running around out there." He laughed. "Come on." He held your hand as he led you upstairs. The guest room was pretty small but extremely cute and cozy.

"All too myself? Really?"

"Yeah." He placed your bag on the bed. "I might sneak in here after my parent go to bed because I won't get any sleep."

"I'm okay with that." You brushed your hair behind your ear. "Can I see your room?"

"Why?" He said nervously.

"I want to see teenage Jungkook." You smirked.

"It's a typical boys room, if my parents haven't touched it yet."

"Then let's find out." You grabbed his hand leaving the room and waited for him to show you the next.

He opened the door slowly and saw most of his old things in their but the place was all cleaned up. He had Big Bang posters on the wall along with different anime posters.

"Cute room." You said looking around the room.

"Okay, we should go back downstairs now." Jungkook blushed and spoke nervously.

"You embarrassed of your room? Have you never brought a girl in here before?" You asked.

"No actually." He said causing you to giggle.

"Hey you better not be doing things in here." A voice cut you off as Jungkook's brother stepped inside going to his bag that was placed on top of the cot.

"I'm just showing (Y/N) my room." Jungkook spoke.

"Sure." He laughed. "Mom wants to talk with (Y/N)."

You looked at him timidly.

"Don't worry, its nothing bad."

...

"Hi dear. Jungkook said you used to work in a bakery, as a cake decorator?"

"Oh yeah, a few years ago actually."

"You don't do it anymore?" Jungkook's mom showed interest.

"More like a hobby now."

"May I see your skills?" She asked as she had a mixing bowl ready.

You enjoyed Mrs. Jeon company, along with his grandmother. They were very sweet and interested in your well being. Like you were already apart of the family.

"You are amazing dear. You should make this your career." They said staring at your beautifully decorated cake.

"Thank you." You blushed shyly.

...

The rest of night went faster then you expected. Between Jungkook and his brother fighting over little things, the kids screaming and running around the house, and the fantastic dinner that was gone in seconds that tasted heavenly.

It was right before the end of the night and you couldn't believe you were even nervous about it. The presents were finally being shared and you couldn't wait to give Jungkook his first part of his gift.

The best part of the gifts was that between his parents, grandparents, and aunt and uncles, you had enough gift cards for plenty more dates yet to come.

"I want to give you your present later." Jungkook whispered in your ear and you just nodded in approval.

"Here's one more for you JK, I saw it and had to get it for you." His brother handed him a small thin wrapped gift.

It didn't take long until that thin layer of paper was ripped away and Jungkook's eyes stared at the gift with excitement causing your stomach to drop. It was the video game he wanted and the same one you happened to buy earlier.

Your face grew pale as the tears were glossing your eyes, wanting to come out, but you just hid it with a simply smile. Now you had nothing to give him tonight.

"Thank you." They hugged as you sat there awkwardly.

"Alright time for bed." His aunt had said causing the kids to groan.

Jungkook led you up to the guest room but left you alone for a second and came back with a small box. "Okay so I was thinking for a wh-"

"Jungkook bed time." His mother said from the hallway.

"But I want to give (Y/N) her-"

"Your mother's right Jungkook. You still need to brush your teeth." You teased.

He walked over to his mother quickly and came back as soft words were exchanged. "Five minutes." His mother said and left you two alone.

"I got you-"

"How about we wait until tomorrow." You said rushed cutting him off again.

"But I can't wait." He pouted and you grew silent. "Look, I know we've only been dating two months but you're really special to me-"

You felt your breathing stop as he began.

"(Y/N) you okay?" He asked. "You look pale."

"Jungkook I don't want you to give me anything."

"Why not?" He looked disappointed.

"Because I didn't get you anything." You looked down avoiding his eyes.

"I don't care about gifts (Y/N), Christmas or not. I got you something because I love you." He said it! You couldn't believe he actually said it.

Your lip trembled as the held back tears finally washed out, already ruining your makeup. You covered you face with your hands and turned around to avoid him as best as you could but it was no use. You felt him tug your hands away and lift your chin up. He smiled wiping your cheeks as you still avoided eye contact.

"Are these good tears of bad tears?" He asked but you couldn't even speak. He pulled you into his chest, your tears already sticking to the soft material.

"I hope this means you love me too." All you could do was nod your head against his chest. Once you felt your tears were done you leaned away and cleaned your face with your sleeves. You reached in your bag giving him the gift that he already received and sat on the bed patiently. Jungkook looked at your confused as he stared between you and the gift.

"Your brother ruined my gift." You pouted and Jungkook's face lit up amused.

He opened the gift and grew excited like it didn't matter. "I like yours better."

"You're hilarious." Your voice was still all groggy from your outburst.

"I mean it."

"Why's that?"

"Because you wrapped it." He said and you smacked him playfully.

"I got you a little more but I wanted you to open it on Christmas Day. The gifts were suppose to be connected."

"It's no big deal (Y/N), I'll return his."

"Not mine?"

"No." He smiled and leaned in bringing his lips towards yours. Before you could enjoy it more he pulled out the box that he tried to give you now for the third time. "Please open my gift now."

You took the small box and opened it as another small jewelry case was revealed. "You better not have spent a fortune on this." You began and continued lifting up the heavy case. It was a silver bracelet with one charm hanging off the side, shaped as a heart and diamonds engraved along with your initials. You eyes grew wide as you picked it up.

"This is beautiful. You shouldn't have." You said not believing he did such a thing.

"Don't worry about the price. I have connections." He said causing you to laugh.

"Why?"

"Like I said before. If I can feel this way about someone in two months, it's meant to be." He said causing your heart to swell.

You pulled him into another passionate kiss once again but it was cut off from a simple knock. "Good night (Y/N)." He got up following his mother out of the room.

His mother smiled at you and held her hand over her heart as she shut the door. He was too good to be true, you were convinced this was all a dream.

....

Before the night could officially end, you heard the door open quietly causing you to look across the room as the only light was lingering off the digital clock.

"Couldn't sleep?" You asked followed by a yawn as Jungkook made his way into your bed.

"Technically no because of Junghyun but I rather sleep with you. I'll just sneak out in the morning." He spoke cuddling next to you.

"Were you asleep?" You heard his soft voice behind you, giving you shivers.

"No, I was thinking about you actually."

"Really?" He asked and you turned around face to face.

"I was thinking that I must be the luckiest girl in the world to have a boyfriend like you." The room was pretty dark but you could just tell he was blushing.

You felt his hand brush against your hip bringing you closer until there was no more room left in the middle. His soft lips caressed yours gently, taking your breath away.

He moved forward, suddenly towering over you as the kiss deepened. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he stopped to take off his shirt. It wasn't long after that you knew where this was going and you both rushed to take off the warm layers in-between you. He worked his way up your neck, marking every inch of your body his as you dragged down his boxers taking a hold of him. You felt him harden the more you jerked your hand back and fourth. You guided him down, using your juices as lubricant before pushing it in.

You bit your lip from the sudden tightness causing Jungkook to move slowly, loosening you up before picking up the pace. When he finally gotten to a speed you enjoyed, the bed squeaked, stopping you abruptly with concern. Jungkook changed positions making his way behind you instead and lifted up your leg to regain control. The bed still squeaked but not enough to worry and began to pick up the pace once again.

You moaned softly as the pleasure built up quickly as Jungkook leaned forward kissing you shoulder softly. You were getting weaker by the second as you could explode at any second. You knew Jungkook was as well from his change in movement. He thrusted slowly but deep until you felt him release causing you to do as well. The only noise was the both of you trying to regain your breath.

Once he pulled out, you turned back around snuggle against his chest more comfortably. "Good night (Y/N)." He softly whispered and before you know it you were asleep.

-

The next morning, Jungkook was gone as expected and it amused you how you got away with it. "Morning." Jungkook kissed you as soon as you entered the kitchen.

"How was your sleep dear?" Jungkook's mother asked as you took a seat.

"Great, thank you. That bed is so comfortable."

"I had a horrible night actually." Jungkook began teasing. "Junghyun sounded like he was dying."

"I don't even snore."

"You do." They fought and Jungkook's mother just laughed with you.

....

"Okay So, this next gift isn't anything big but I thought you would like it." You gave him the basket.

"(Y/N)." He smiled as he went through all the candy and clothing.

"It's a lazy gamer basket." You giggled. "For days you just want to sit down and play video games all day."

"I love it, thank you. But you're gonna have to help me eat all this candy."

"Of course."

"When do you want to go over to your moms?" Jungkook asked you made plans for a Christmas dinner.

"In a few hours." You said shrugging.

"Okay good. I can give you your second gift." He began and you grew confused.

"What's that?"

He picked you up in a bridal position and carried you to his bed room.

Merry Christmas!!!!

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

WhatsApp? Part 1. (Steve Rogers x reader)

Description: You've never been lucky with guys. You just wanted to catch someone's eye, to be loved. One day, that's about to turn completely - with one fake, completely imagined number a guy gave you.

A/N: It's three a.m. here ok? As always, I can't sleep for shit. And I'm really productive. This idea popped up randomly during listening to one Czech rap song. Oh, shoot, I know. Just enjoy okay?

Warnings: None for now. ;) Some arguing Bucky and Sam and gentleman Steve.

Word count: 2 K

Tagging: @missdictatorme 

Series masterlist: H E R E

You couldn’t believe it.

You talked to a guy who was nice, handsome and really well mannered. You were on cloud nine when he wrote his number down and gave it to you with a little bitting his bottom lip.

Little did you know that that guy was a total a-hole. The worst kind of them. He and his fellas just made that freaking number up; and he bit his lip because he holding his laugh, not to appear sexy at all.

But it lined up. The number was reserved for New York. So you were convinced that you got one guy to go to date with and have a nice time. And your friends were totally thrilled when you told them. Literally, no-one could believe it; you were gorgeous in your own way, you were nice but… So naive at times. But now? You have nailed it. You got to score.

And maybe you’ll score with the guy eventually?

That’s what you told to yourself in the morning, sitting on the edge of your bed, writing that number down to add it into your contacts. You almost fell off the bed when a strange name appeared in your WhatsApp contacts.

You didn’t recall him being Steve, but that was alright. You just edited his name in your contacts. Maybe you overheard him yesterday at the club? You tried to study his photo - it was a huge dog, Bernardine you assumed, catching a frisbee with his mouth. You awed. Was that Steve’s dog? Damn, that was cute as hell.

You looked at the name and quote he chose to describe himself on WhatsApp. Steven Rogers: Your patience is the most important thing you have. Don’t lose it. It can bring you great things.

You were in slight awe again - he seemed to be wise and smart. Which only went hand in hand with his good looks you remembered.

Y/N: Hey, handsome. How was the night? Doesn’t your head hurt too much?

You typed with excitement in your moves and then you put your phone down. You were sure that Steve will not text back soon. Only if you knew that you have woken up and completely confused a strange guy on the other end of the line.

———

Steve hummed into his pillow as his phone vibrated on the nightstand he had next to his small bed. He liked to keep thing simple - a small flat with two bedrooms, a kitchen combined with a living room and a small bathroom. It looked exactly how would you expected guy’s nest to look - always a bit messy and it barely felt like home. It needed a woman’s hand badly.

He decided to share his flat with Sam in order not to feel so alone in his flat in Brooklyn. As time passed, they bought a bigger sofa for Bucky. There was three of them living together when any mission was occurring. Steve loved his little place.

Steve searched for his phone with his eyes completely shut. He finally managed to get some sleep after some sleepless nights only to be woken up with a WhatsApp message? Was Tony fucking with him again? It was hardly 8 a.m. But dear God - it wasn’t Tony. It was a completely strange number which popped up and starting a new conversation, having box directly above the Avengers text group.

Steve slowly sat up and frowned.

X: Hey, handsome. How was the night? Doesn’t your head hurt too much?

His first instinct was to block that someone and ho back to sleep. But something temped him to text back. So he went for it. Steve Rogers answered a strange text.

Steve: The night has been pretty good. I slept like a baby, maybe a bit better. My head doesn’t ache, should it? Who am I texting with anyway?

He was proud of himself. That was a huge move forward from a guy that barely could use Google. Tony will be out of his mind when Steve is going to tell him about this. He could text back to a strange person. That excited him.

He waited for a bit, silently listening if the person texts back. There was a silence for ten long minutes; then Steve got up and went to the bathroom. It was a delight to be first in there. Sam took a hilarious time in the room and Bucky always left long brown hair behind him. Using a clean bathroom was a special thing in this flat. And Steve was not willing to let that slide.

The shower was quick, he showered every morning and every evening. Sam always made fun of him being a princess obsessed with his looks. That made him always chuckle. The rest was fast - quick shaving to keep his beard completely under control, a quick brushing of his teeth and then he slicked his hair on its place. It was getting too long - so he knew he would have to visit barber any time soon.

After that, he silently sneaked through the living room, trying not to wake Bucky up from his beauty sleep. He had plenty of time to make breakfast for his fellas. That was his concern until the phone vibrated again. Steve opened the text slowly, expecting everything from it.

He expected a message from an obsessed fan, he expected that that text was only a mistake and that that person clarifies that soon after. Steve embraced himself and prepared himself for seeing something Sam called a ‘nude’, which should be an image of someone’s naked body to please the second side of the conversation.

But it was none of that. It was a normal text and Steve even felt some insecurity from it.

X: Sorry, I can be so dumb sometimes. Lol. My name’s Y/N, we met by the bar yesterday? Did you tell me about the stars? Remember?

Okay, then it was Steve’s time to panic. She had probably mistaken his number with his own. What for god’s sake should he do? What should he text back to that lady? Steve calmed down a bit shrugging his shoulders.

Just as Steve wondered what should he answer, one of his best friends (Sam) walked down the kitchen with his primadonna manoeuvres, looking like a piece of shit.

“I heard that you are making some breakfast,” - Sam sat down on one of the chairs, looking Cap himself down with a playful look. Steve just let it be, watching him, trying to form a question in his head. - “I hope that you will leave some for yo boy Sammy.”

“Stop playing around, Sam. I need advice.” - Steve answered in a firm tone, letting the thing for preparing that delicious breakfast be as they are and sitting opposite to Sam.

“I am a bit overwhelmed that someone like you need help from someone like me.” - Sam playfully wiggled his eyebrows. - “Okay, what do you need, Cap?”

“So, I got a text message from someone this morning,” - Steve started to explain and ignored Sams grinning face. He was implementing much more into the situation than what actually happened. - “And I don’t have a single idea what should I answer that person. Are you willing to help me?” - Steve asked shyly.

“Okay, Iceberg. What’s the issue?” - Sam leaned his elbows into the kitchen table and once he had a very serious expression.

“It is a girl. A miss is more on point I guess. She wrote to me that we have… Met. But I don’t recall that. She must’ve met someone different and then misspelt his number.” - Steve recapped most quickly and Sam hummed, quietly offering Steve that he will read her texts. He let him do that.

“Okay Cap. Are we sure it isn’t some crazy-ass woman fangirl? Like one hundred percent sure?” - Sam looked him in the face and gave him his phone back.

“My fan mail of this sort looks way different. I’ve seen things, Sam. She just seems to be clueless.” - Steve sighed.

“Yeah, I’m getting that vibe too, I was just testing you.” - Sam joked and leaned his body closer to Cap, earning a moron look from Steve. - “And you have obviously passed, gee. Spare me those moral looks. Now, what would I do? I would play along. She doesn’t have a clue of who she is writing to, your formal name isn’t that known. I would be the guy she met. Give it some time, you’ll see if she’s hot, and then, maybe some mingle can happen, if ya know what I mean.”

“First of all, champs.” - A humming could be heard coming from the sofa which meant that Bucky is up as well. - “You two are so fuckin’ loud. Second of all. Do you really want to just lie to that lady, Steve?” - Bucky sat up, looking at those two fellas camping at the table; he looked like a Jesus Christ Superstar as Sam used to call him when the morning came.  

“Get those Jesus moral thoughts out of here, Buck. I didn’t say to hurt her, did you even listen to a word I said?” - Sam looked Bucky down with his judging stare and proceeded to frown at him.

“Nobody talked about hurting somebody, birdbrain. But I and Steve were raised with manners back in the good old days. And this isn’t how we would have behaved.” - Bucky leaned into the back of Sam’ chair, looking Steve directly into the eyes. - “You’re the biggest gentleman I know, Rogers. Steve would not lie to a lady.”

“Yeah, Jesus. But he can’t just say Hey! I am Captain America! That girl could just sell his number to some interviewers. Do we want that? No!” - Sam and Bucky had their fight fully on and Steve knew that he can’t stop them at that point. Both were speaking the truth - he was a gentleman, indeed, but he couldn’t say to her who he really is. She must have not connected two dots - not many people knew that Captain’s name was Steve Rogers. Maybe in the sixties, but now?

Yeah, he was taught about in school in history, but usually, the young ones had no interest in it. There was a huge probability that the girl didn’t even know who Steve Rogers was.

“Okay, stop it.” - Steve shouted in panic, looking at those two arguing like a married couple. Bucky and Sam immediately stopped, watching him. - “What should I do?”

“Well, do you want to text with that lady?” - Bucky raised his eyebrows. It was a simple yes or no questions and yet Steve sat there like he couldn’t count to five. Then he nodded lightly.

“I guess so. I don’t know who she is, but she seems to be fun with those nicknames. Let’s give it a shot.” - Steve smiled a bit, relaxed about that situation.

“Listen up, Iceberg. I will tell you what to write.” - Sam leaned closer and started talking.

Steve: I don’t really know what you’re talking about, sadly. Maybe you have met someone different and he didn’t write his number, right? My name’s Steve by the way and it’s really nice to meet you. If you want, I don’t mind to keep this texting on. :)

And he was especially proud about that emoji in the end.

——-

You almost jumped on the phone when it vibrated again. It was from Steve. Did he recall meeting you? As you read the text in your car, you hummed sadly. It wasn’t that man from the bar after all. This was some strange Steve who was well mannered and who was obviously pleased to meet you. That was nice. He wasn’t trying to cut the conversation down, which was lovely as well.

Y/N: Nice to meet you Steve and I’m sorry for waking you up.

And this is how it all has started.

[badwolf-in-the-impala]

~Where the Wild Rose Grow~

~Chapter 7~

((Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6))

Image Credit: Myself, none of the pictures are mine obviously. Just the editing

Inspiration: Colors - Halsey

Pairings: Tommy Shelby x Original Female Character

Rating: Mature/18+

Warnings: PTSD, Drug use, Alcohol use, mentioned physical/sexual abuse, violence, angst, sexual content. 

Chapter Warnings: Drinking, fluff, little bit of angst.

Word Count: 4,723

A/N: Sorry I suck and haven’t updated this story in like...forever. I seriously fail at trying to get my shit together so I can finishes these fics...please don’t hate me lol.

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When Althea awoke the following morning Tommy had already gone. Leaving behind in his place a very cryptic note scrawled in that immaculate handwriting of his. He apologized for his absence but he had business elsewhere that morning that needed attending to; but that she was welcome to stay as long as she liked. Even offering her the day off if she wasn’t feeling up to it.

Althea heaved a small sigh as she placed piece of paper on the nightstand and pushed the covers back; sitting up as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. With a small stretch, she turned her head to glance out the window, noting that the sun was actually shining for once; a rare occasion. Her eyes widened slowly as realization suddenly struck her at how late she had actually slept as she noticed just how high the sun had risen.

Climbing off the bed she padded her way across the cold, hardwood floor, as she approached the large clock that sat atop the mantel above the fire. Checking and then double checking to make sure it was working properly when she saw that the time was well past eight in the morning.

Most days, since returning home from the War, she didn’t sleep any later than four in the morning, so this was an unusual occurrence indeed. But she didn’t have the time to dwell for long on the issue before a loud knock at the door grabbed her attention, instantly putting her on edge.

“It’s jus’ me!” A woman’s voice chirped cheerily, followed by a short pause, then by a few choice profanities as she chastised herself before adding, “I mean, it’s Ada!” Althea chuckled softly, the slip up helping to ease some of the tension as she crossed the room and opened the door slowly.

“Good morning!” Ada beamed brightly as she waltzed into the room, passed Althea, to the table where she set the tray she had been carrying and few other items in her arms down before turning around with a smile.

“Um, morning?” Althea turned with a quizzical expression as she allowed the door to fall shut behind her, eyeing the items Ada had brought with her, curiously.

“I didn’ wake you, did I?” Ada apologized quickly as she turned back to the tray and began pouring them each a cup of tea, offering Althea one of the cups once she had finished. “Thomas asked if I’d bring some things by.”

“No, it’s quite alright.” Althea replied, taking a quick sip from her cup before finishing, “I was already up.”

“Oh good.” Ada breathed a sigh of relief before taking her own sip of tea and returned the cup to the table. She then gestured for Althea to have a seat as she began pulling out a collection of fresh medical supplies to change the bandage on Althea’s arm. “Heard you had quite the afternoon yesterday?”

“Suppose I did.” Althea gave a soft laugh, watching as Ada rolled back the sleeve and began slowly undoing the bandage from Althea’s left forearm.

“Christ!” Ada breathed, eyes widening as she stared at the neatly sutured wound. “How are’ye not in pain?!” Althea simply shrugged in reply, taking a sip from her tea, as Ada gently began to clean around the wound again before applying more salve and redressing it with a fresh bandage.

“I’ve suffered worse.” Althea replied with a sad smile once Ada was through. Her hand instinctively drifting to her right shoulder for a brief moment; fingers probing tentatively at the scars that lie covered beneath Tommy’s shirt that she wore. “Anythin’ else pales in comparison, really.”

“I can’t even begin to imagine.” Ada stated softly as she tidied up the dirty bandages, disposing of them before returning to her seat to finish her tea. A comfortable silence fell over them as they listened to the bustling streets below, just outside the window.

“Oh! ‘Fore I forget,” Ada spoke suddenly, startling Althea as she jumped a little, startled by the suddenness of Ada’s voice, turning to watch as Tommy’s sister grab up a bag from the floor and pass it over; Althea taking it carefully. “Tommy had me grab ya some clean clothes from ye’re flat on my way over...I hope tha’s alright?”

“Of course.” Althea gave her a smile to reassure that she appreciated the kindness of the gesture. “Thank you, Ada.”

“Think nothin’ of it.” Ada replied sweetly. “An’ I was thinkin’, tha’ maybe if you weren’t busy, an’ needed a lil company today? Maybe we could do a bit of shoppin’, or visit the new Tea House tha’ jus’ opened? Doesn’ have to be anythin’ fancy … I mean, it would be a nice change from hangin’ aroun’ with Aunt Pol.” She chuckled nervously. “But obviously, it’s one hundred percent up to you.

Althea thought about it for a moment, considering the offer carefully as she finished her own cup of tea. On one hand, she probably should get some work done today; spend some time at the stables at the very least...But Tommy had offered her the day off, and it had been a great deal of years since she had actually spent time with another woman. At least doing anything that didn’t involve the tending of wounded soldiers, that it is.

“On second thought, forget I said anythin’.” Ada started to dismiss the offer nervously when Althea stopped her, reaching across the table to rest a hand on her arm reassuringly as she gave the younger woman a smile.

“Tha’ sounds like a lovely idea.”

~

It was late, somewhere around 7 o’clock  in the evening, before they were finally headed back for the Garrison. Tommy’s business having taken much longer than he originally intended when the day first started. But then again, making deals with Gypsies was never easy ‘business’, and now the entire day was all but wasted, along with any plans he had hoped to make that included Thea. Sighing heavily to himself as he drove, he could only hope at this point that she may have taken Ada up on her offer of spending the day together, out doing whatever it is women consider ‘fun’ these days.

He also couldn’t help it as his mind started to drift back to the previous night. Sharing his bed with the same woman in question; not intimately of course. But it had proven to be a welcome change of pace for him. One that he couldn’t help but long to repeat again, hopefully sometime in the near future.

While he still hadn’t managed to quite achieve a full night's sleep, it was for much different reasons. Better reasons, so to speak, and when he did finally manage to drift off, he did so peacefully into dreamlessness. No smoke, no whiskey, no sex...Just the genuine comfort of lying beside someone who understood his soul. Even if she wasn’t yet aware of it. Just being in her presence seemed to somehow seemed enough to put him at ease. But no matter how hard he tried to wrap his mind around it, he just couldn’t figure it out.

“Oi!” The sound of Arthur’s voice snapped Tommy from his thoughts. Glancing at his brother from the corner of his eye as he drove, acknowledging him with a soft ‘Hm?’, before turning his attention back to the road. “The fucks y’er head at, Tommy boy?”

“Nowhere.” Tommy replied bluntly.

“Lemme guess,” Arthur mused as he shifted in his seat, staring at Tommy intently, as he studied his brothers seemingly blank expression closely. “Thea?”

“Shut up, Arthur.” Tommy gave him a warning glare.

“So I am right?!”

“Drop it.” Tommy repeated.

“Aw, c’mon Tom. Ye gotta give me somethin’ta go on ‘ere. Did ya sleep wit-”

“I said’ta fuckin’ drop it.” Tommy snapped, cutting Arthur off in a harsh tone. “Now shut the fuck up ‘fore I kick ya outta the Goddamn car.”

“Christ, Tom, I’m fookin’ jokin’. Don’t go gettin’ y’er knickers in a knot.” Arthur huffed out, but as requested he dropped the subject. Leaving the last remaining half hour of their drive completely silent. Arthur all but a little too relieved as they pulled up outside of the Garrison finally.

“Let’s jus’ hope John boy ain’t wrecked the place, eh?” Arthur grumbled as they climbed out of Tommy’s automobile and began to approach the doors of the Pub; both pausing to exchange a confused look at the strange commotion that was coming from within. Something that sounded an awful lot like a chorus of singing.

“Wha’ in the bloody ‘ell--”

Tommy followed close behind as Arthur burst through the doors, shoving their way into the Pub a ways before stopping, stunned to find the place packed; more so than usual at least. Not a single empty seat to be found in the entire building as patrons gathered around, drinking, chatting, and singing. Something that seemed quite unusual indeed, and there at the center of the room, atop one of the tables, stood Althea; whiskey glass and cigarette in hand, the room suddenly falling silent as she began another song.

Her voice rising as the melody of ‘The Parting Glass’ began to fill the silence, the beauty of her voice quickly captivating the audience that stood before her, Tommy included. Completely enthralled as he leaned a shoulder against the wall beside him, his own words suddenly escaping him as he listened; though they flowed from Thea’s with such ease. Even despite how she swayed slightly, likely from a little to much drink.

They hadn’t had singing, of any kind, at the Garrison since the war, and normally Tommy would’ve put a stop to it right then and there. But as he stood, listening to the intoxicatingly beautiful sound of Thea’s voice, a sense of calmness washed over him. Leaving a strange warmth to settle in his chest, a foreign feeling not often felt by Thomas Shelby these days. Until he had met the woman standing before the entire room, that is.

The crowd was more than a little disappointed when Althea had finished her song -- Tommy included -- and announced that she was through for the evening before trying to climb down off the table. A look of surprise overtaking her soft features suddenly, as Tommy and Arthur suddenly appeared to offer her a hand down, her cheeks suddenly flushed red with embarrassment.

“Havin’ fun?” Tommy arched a brow as he started down at her, trying his best to hide the smirk that tugged at the corners of his lips. Althea cleared her throat awkwardly as she tucked her hair behind ear, before smoothing her hands down the front of her blouse, chasing away imaginary wrinkles as she gathered her composure.

“As a matter of fact-- I was.” Althea answered as she took her drink back from Arthur. Tommy chuckled and shifted as he said, “Usually we don’t allow singing in the bar anymore. ‘Least not since before the war.”

Althea turned down the corners of her mouth, puzzled and downed what remained of her whiskey. “Oh, really? Tha’s a shame. The men seemed to enjoy it.” She said, handing her empty glass back to Tommy, a sly grin creeping onto her lips as she turned and pushed her way back up to the bar where Ada stood, ordering another round of drinks.

“Aw, Christ, John boy!” Arthur shouted as they approached the bar. “Ye had one job!” All John could do at that point was throw his hands in the air with an exasperated look, as he tried to keep up with the flow of patrons demanding drinks.

“Eh, it’s n’ah his fault!” Ada hiccuped drunkenly as she rounded on Arthur. Althea reaching out to catch her by the arm as Ada lost her balance and nearly toppled over

“It’s really not.” Althea gave an amused laugh as she righted Ada, turning to grab their drinks with her left hand before guiding them back inside the safety of the private nook. “I, am unfortunately, the bad influence to blame ‘ere. We shoulda’ left hours ago.” Althea admitted sheepishly as she took a seat, carefully. The effects of all the alcohol they had consumed since being there, finally starting to catch up with her.

“Aunt Pol is gonna ‘ave y’er arse.” Arthur shook his head, but gave a laugh -- directed at Ada -- as he and Tommy took their own seats at the table. “How long ye been ‘ere?”

“Too fuckin’ long.” Althea and Ada answered in unison before dissolving into a fit of giggles. Tommy and Arthur shook their heads, but shared a chuckle of their own all the same as they joined in on the drinking; even if it didn’t last much longer. It eventually being decided upon that they should take Ada home, before she nodded off with her head on the table, and Aunt Pol skinned them all alive. Arthur agreeing to stay behind and help John finish up so that they could close and finish out what business needed to be handled at the Garrison -- after helping to get Ada into Tommy’s car. The group ignoring her drunken ramblings about being perfectly fine and not wanting to go home just yet.

And even though he would never admit it, Tommy would be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed about having to call it a night so soon, as he had rather enjoyed getting to see this side of Althea. Seeing her out of her shell and so relaxed, was a welcome change from the more reserved facade she normally put on. Something Tommy knew all too well about. But the ride wasn’t a complete waste. While Ada sat in the back seat, nodding off in her drunken state, Althea sat close to Tommy, her head on his shoulder with her eyes closed. Every now and then, Tommy glanced down at her and smirked to himself. Before he could shift and put an arm around her, Ada suddenly came to life, making both Althea and Tommy jump, before Ada launched into more drunken ramblings with Althea. In between words, Thea and Tommy exchanged glances and secret smiles gone undetected by Ada. Althea still sat close to Tommy and after a while, Tommy shifted to slide his hand over her thigh, raising her skirt slightly. Her cheeks tinted pink, even more than they were already from being drunk, and she slowly slid her hand over his, slightly lacing their fingers together. Tommy smirked and glanced down at her.

As they pulled up to the house, Polly was waiting for them, arms crossed, cigarette lit, and pissed. Tommy and Althea, both, tried to explain, but Polly waved them both off and escorted Ada up to a room and got her settled, leaving Tommy and Althea alone downstairs.

“Could’ve gone worse…” Tommy chuckled softly as he turned his attention away from the stairs, crossing the living room to the whiskey decanter where he poured a glass and offered it to Thea, who graciously accepted. Taking a few sips before setting it aside as she watched him pour a glass second for himself.

“Aye…” Althea chuckled as she took a sip from her glass. “I pity poor Ada in the mornin’, though. If Pol doen’ smother her in her sleep first.”

“Ah, she’ll be fine.” Tommy shrugged with a smirk, his icy gaze drifting down to meet Althea’s, the room falling silent again as he leaned up against the table behind him. His gaze watching intently as Althea glanced away briefly, chewing her lip lightly as though she were suddenly lost in thought. A good minute or two had passed when Tommy finally set his glass down and moved to see if she was alright. His fingertips just barely grazing her shoulder as Thea turned, suddenly, and without warning; her lips crashing into his.

It was something that caught Tommy a little off guard at first, causing him to stumble backwards a few steps before regaining his balance, as he slipped an arm around her waist, keeping them steady, allowing his other hand to slide up and caress her cheek. His thumb stroking lazily against her cheek as he returned the kiss; lips moving gently in tandem with her own.

The kiss started out slow and soft, but quickly became more urgent and passion filled as Thea parted her lips, allowing Tommy the access he desired as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, moving it freely against her own as her hands reached up to grip the lapels of the trench coat he still wore; pulling him closer. Tommy’s own hands drifting down to grip her waist as she pressed herself against him, a soft moan escaping her throat. It quickly replaced by a low whimper of disapproval as Tommy broke the kiss, leading her upstairs quickly.

Once the door to his room was shut and locked behind them, Tommy’s lips were quick to reattach themselves to Thea’s, as her hands began to make quick work of removing him of his trench coat, blazer, and shirt. His own hands moving to hike up her shirt as he picked her up, hooking her legs around his waist as he backed her into the dresser that sat against the opposite wall, setting her atop it as he settled between her thighs. Tommy’s fingers drifting to the buttons of her blouse as he trailed his lips along her jaw and down her throat, settling over the sweet spot between her neck and collarbone as he sucked lightly on the sensitive skin, reaching a hand up to palm one of her breasts, through her brasserie as he finished undoing her blouse and pushed it open, earning a moan of approval from Althea as she tipped her head back. Tommy’s teeth grazed across her pulse point as her nails scraped over the finely shorn hairs at the base of his skull; tugging him closer. The action prompting Tommy to return his lips to Althea’s, deepening the kiss once more as he pushed the blouse from her shoulders, allowing the fabric to slip down her arms slowly before casting it aside. The tips of his fingers ghosting over her skin, as they trailed down her waist, hands settling on her hips as tugged her closer.

Thea’s own hands settled on either side of Tommy’s face gently, as she lost herself completely in the kiss they shared. A soft moan escaping her as a rush of pleasure pulsed through her veins,  the same way a wildfire burns through a forest. The walls and defenses she worked so hard to keep up around herself on a daily basis, seeming to all but fade away. Tommy’s touch seeming to ground every bad thing that stirred inside of her; quieting the war inside of her mind, the same way it did his. She had spent so much of her time and effort trying to distance herself from her emotions...Starved from happiness, starved from feeling.

But there was something that woke, deep down inside of her, stirring slowly back to life with every small touch of Tommy’s hands against her bare skin. Reminiscent of how a Rose wakes from its slumber in Springtime; finally blooming after enduring a harsh and seemingly endless Winter. Flourishing once more under the warm caress of the Sun…

And it was Tommy’s touch that finally brought Althea out of her thoughts and back to the present situation, as his hand slipped gently across her right shoulder. Reminding her of the scars that lie scattered across her body, now fully exposed by the absence of her blouse. Althea blushed out of embarrassment as she broke the kiss, abruptly, turning away in an attempt to hide herself as she hunched inward and crossed her arms protectively over her chest. Allowing her dark curls to fall across her shoulder and shield the scars that lie there. A sudden wave of anxiety and shame creeping in on her out of nowhere.

Her heart began to race frantically inside her chest as she wracked her brain for a way out of the situation at hand, about to speak some half-assed excuse and flee, when she was stopped buy the feeling of Tommy’s fingers grasping her chin softly; forcing her to look up and meet his eyes. Finding that icy blue gaze of his filled with solace and understanding, instead of pity or disgust, like she had expected. The simplicity of the gesture causing tears to well in her own eyes, which she was quick to try and hide; cursing her emotions, and the alcohol that had brought them to the surface.

“Eh, none of that now.” Tommy assured softly, despite the usual roughness of his voice, as he reached up to brush away her tears. Althea leaning into his touch, careful to avoid his gaze, as he stroked a calloused thumb against her cheek, she closed her eyes and gave a soft sigh.

“‘M sorry.” She muttered softly, now that she was coming down off the high of Tommy’s touch, her drunken state tried to slip back in, her walls and defenses slowly putting themselves back in their rightful places. She opened her eyes when she heard Tommy chuckle, softly, the light, yet deep rumble rushing through her. She finally looked at him again and gave him a soft smile as Tommy brushed away the stray tears, pushing his hand along her skin to push back the curls that had sprung forward.

“Don’ apologize, love. You can talk to me.” He said, softly. Althea shook her head and pulled the mask over her features as she said, “It’s nothin’. Jus’ been a while, is all.” She lied.

“We don’t ‘ave to rush it, pet.” He said, letting his hand fall, slipping over her shoulder to hold her waist. A comfortable silence hung in the small space between them as Tommy leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers. Althea closed her eyes again and gave a breathy laugh before looking up at him, giving him a silent response. Tommy smiled and leaned back, taking a step away to help her off the dresser. Althea quickly grabbed her blouse and tugged it on, buttoning it up. Tommy kicked off his shoes before he lit a cigarette, watching as Althea took a seat on the edge of his bed, removing her own shoes before curling up against the pillows. Tommy joining her once he had finished his smoke, shifting to get comfortable as she rested her head against his chest. Not another word was spoken between them as they lay there. Althea comforted by the warmth of Tommy’s embrace, and his touch, as his fingers stroked lazy patterns against her arm. Lulling her into relaxation, and eventually, sleep.

~

Tommy woke up alone the following morning...Seeming like Thea had taken her chance and snuck off, not wanting to face the reality of what had happened between the two of them last night. He had hoped that wouldn’t be the case, but he knew better, and the guilt of feeling like he had taken advantage of her in such a vulnerable state, weighed heavy on his mind as he set about getting ready for the day. Making his way down to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee and some toast before heading off to the betting shop; stopping as he rounded the corner to find Althea sitting at the table with Aunt Pol, and a very hungover Ada.

“Mornin’.” Polly said, turning away from her conversation with the girls to acknowledge Tommy’s presence. Brow raised and a soft smirk fixed to her lips as she took a sip of her coffee, watching as he passed by her, stone faced, to the stove behind her. Grabbing his coffee and toast, consuming it in silence as the Pol and the girls resumed their conversation, something about new Tea Room that had just recently opened.

“Headed to the Betting Shop?” Polly asked as Tommy made to leave the kitchen, pausing briefly to give a nod as replied, “Aye.” The answer was followed by a moment of silence as Polly took another sip of her coffee, Tommy turning to leave when Althea’s voice stopped him.

“Would ye mind droppin’ me at the Garrison?” She asked softly as she looked up, not quite meeting his gaze as he watched her, trying to gauge her expression; but it was guarded, as usual.

“Of course.” Tommy gave a nod, waiting a moment longer -- ignoring the looks from Aunt Pol and Ada -- while Althea gathered her things. Giving him a soft smile once she had finished and was ready to go, turning to thank Polly for her hospitality once again. Polly simply waved it off with a smile.

“No need. You’re welcome anytime.” Polly’s gaze drifted over to Tommy briefly, his patience thinning as he continued to ignore her, which only amused her further. “Off with ya both, then. Best not be late. Arthur was in a hellava mood this mornin’.” Tommy didn’t have to be told twice as he turned and ushered Althea out the door, and into the car, before Polly’s gaze could burn a hole straight through his skull...The awkward silence on the ride to the Garrison not doing much in the way of helping his mood any; stuck in his head, obsessing over his thoughts, and it wasn’t hard to miss. Althea watching him closely the entire ride, Tommy never once taking notice, as she remained quit until they were inside the Garrison.

“Thomas?” Tommy glanced up from the ledger he had been skimming through, looking over to find Althea standing beside him, just a few feet away; hands clasped in front of her, patiently awaiting his full attention before continuing. “About las’ night...I wanted to apologize-”

Tommy raised a hand, stopping her before she could finish. “You’ve no need to apologize...You we’re drunk, an’ I shouldn’t of takin’ advantage like I did...It won’ happen again. You ‘ave my word-”

“That’s not wha’ I meant.” Althea chimed in, cutting him off with an awkward giggle as she glanced away, trying to hide the blush that tinted her cheeks,which earned her a rather confused look from Tommy before she cleared her throat softly and continued; green eyes fixing to his as she turned. “I meant abou’ the scars...How I shut down. That’s wha’ I’m apologizin’ for. Me bein’ drunk had nothin’ to do with it...I mean, did it make braver, in a sense? Probably. But it doesn’ make me regret a second of anythin’ else tha’ happened between us last night.” She finished softly, her gaze falling to the floor as she looked away from him again. His own gaze having become so intense -- his expression unreadable-- that it started to make her saying anything at all.

But that changed as Tommy stepped forward and grasped her chin lightly, raising it to bring her gaze back to his own, and while his features were still hard to read, that icy gaze of his had softened considerably. “Ye don’ have to apologize.” He assured her softly, running his thumb just beneath her lower lip; tracing it almost. Althea instinctively leaning into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for moment as she let out a soft sigh, composing her thoughts.

“I feel like a do, though.” She admitted softly. “For wha’?” Tommy questioned curiously as he stared down at her.

“For bein’ so broken...You don’ deserved tha’...No one does.” Althea admitted, attempting to pull away. Surprised when Tommy pulled her forward, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips before resting his forehead against her own; his hands resting gently on either side of her face as she stared up at him, her own features slightly twisted with confusion by his reaction.

“Ye’r not the only one who’s broken.” Tommy stated, pulling away from their embrace and closing the ledger on the bar, just as the front door of the Garrison flew open and Arthur came storming in; madder than a wet hen and shouting nonsense. Althea watching, brows furrowed and fingers pressed against her lips gently. The sensation of Tommy’s kiss still lingering, as she watched them leave without another word.

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Hmmmm. So many to choose. Can I put two together? I think 28: how drunk was I and 26: the diamond in your engagement ring is fake, would be funny together. If you want lol

28. How drunk was I / 26. The diamond in your engagement ring is fake - EreRi

When he woke up, his head was throbbing painfully and his vision was blurry. Where were his glasses?

He closed his eyes again, reached for his seeing-help on the nightstand and tried to grab them blindly, only to yeet his phone on the floor in the process of searching, which created a rather loud thud. “Fuck”, Eren sighed, pain tainting his already rough voice, and let his hands run over his sweaty face.

With more caution he took hold of his glasses and slid them on his face, over his ears and his nose.

“Ugh, honey, what time is it?”, he mumbled while his eyes adjusted to the dark. It felt like he had not slept at all, but at the same time he couldn’t exactly tell if he had because he did in fact not remember going to bed the evening before. When no response ringed in his ears, he rolled over, only to see an empty spot. Eren had to take several glances between confused blinks, because usually his fiance would sit there and read a book until it was time to get ready. His insomnia made it almost impossible to sleep longer than 4 hours a night, so he had found great pleasure in occupying himself with reading books while Eren was sleeping like a rock. A snoring rock. A snoring, cuddly rock.

The brunet man took a look at the clock and his jaw dropped slightly, leaving his mouth open for flies to fly into it.

9:42 AM.

Had he really slept that long? His biorhythm was disappointing him. On work days his alarm would go off at 5:30 AM, so he would sleep till 7 AM often, sometimes even till 7:30 AM.

Levi must be already working around the house, explaining his absence in the bed.

Quickly, he sat up straight and immediately regretted doing so, as he felt like vomiting all over the bedsheets. “Argh, fuck”, he growled, supporting his head with one day and laying the other on his chest as if to stop his sickness from happening.

Additionally, he felt dizzy, so yes, this must indeed be a hangover.

But why had he been drinking?

Eren tried to remember the happenings from the prior evening, from last night, from anything that happened before he woke up in a pool of his own grease.

There had been a party. Levi had tidied his tie, teasing him about him still not being able to do it without help, after that they entered a building. A school’s gym.

Right! They went to their class reunion. Class of 2009, graduated in June ‘09.

The more he tried to remember the more his head started to hurt, so he gave up. Levi would tell him what happened for sure.

His only concern was that he had been, you know, too wasted. Eren knew his limit, but when the mood was good, everybody had fun… a few more glasses crept their way into his hand.

Asking his fiance about the evening was apparently the best choice to gain more informations as his last two brain cells were currently occupied with hammering against the walls of his skull.

Eren did not bother putting on a new shirt or combing his hair before he went downstairs, every step creating an unbearable sound. He should have stayed in bed. It had been quiet there.

When he entered the kitchen, his lover was sitting at the table, reading the newspaper and sipping his tea quietly. His grey eyes caught Eren’s staring gaze, but instead of longing there any longer, he went back to reading.

No ‘Good morning, honey bee’. No morning kiss.

Eren had fucked up and he didn’t even remember it.

Yet there was a glass of water along with some pills - Aspirin - next to it on the wooden table, in front of his seat as if it had been placed there just for him. The smell of freshly made coffee hit his nose, seducing him with the tasty scent of waking up properly.

And the worst of all, there was evening a plate with bacon and eggs, even with a golden-baked waffle, just the way Eren liked it.

“Good morning”, he grumbled with great caution and sat down on his chair, before downing the headache-fighting gift with water.

Levi only nodded, consumed more of his tea and found this one particular article especially interesting.

It would have been useless trying to start a normal conversation with his fiance, so Eren cut straight to the point. “How drunk was I?”, he asked while dipping the tea spoon into his “Boyfriend #1” mug.

Oh wow, the guilt washing over him was killing him.

“I don’t know exactly what was the most significant thing you did yesterday that would indicate that you were drunk as fuck, so I’ll just tell you what happened.”

Levi’s calm and deep voice would usually make Eren feel comfortable and home, but the ice hidden as an undertone behind a newspaper frightened him for a second.

“The whole class was there and it was actually quite enjoyable. Until you decided to mess with Jean and made a stupid bet that you could chug down a whole vodka bottle this evening. Obviously, you drank it. Jean as well, but Mikasa dealt with him quite well after that. Probably whooped his horse arse at home. Anyway, you talked loudly and talked shit. At some point you even stripped but before anybody could see that pathetic excuse of a underwear, I pulled you aside - why do you even have those? I thought you threw them away after the doctor appointment. Fucking Spongebob Squarepants.” He made a pause as if to remember where he had stopped telling about the past evening and sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose while doing so. “Ah yes. We argued, you yelled at me and suddenly you just flat out admitted ‘The diamond in your engagement ring is fake’ in such a volume everybody heard it. Everybody.”

Oh god. Eren was a god-damn asshole. His cheeks were red in embarrassment, tinting his cheeks as well, but the look of guilt had taken over his features as well. He was ashamed of himself.

Levi must have hated him, blurring out such a thing in public.

“I would not have minded if you had told me about it before. I couldn’t care less. But in front of all these people? The people we know since what, grade 9? Some even since grade 5.” He shook his head and placed the newspaper folded on the table.

Eren hid his face in his hands, rubbing it and trying to wash his soul clean. “Fuck. Babe, I’m so sorry. I- I should not have drunk so much. Sorry, shit. I’m a bastard.” He made eye contact with Levi who stared at him with crossed arms. “Will you forgive me? I’ll do everything you say, I promise I’m sorry. I mean it.”

Grey eyes wandered over his fiance’s appearance. “Shower yourself. You reek of alcohol and sweat. And then we’ll talk.” He stood up, but Eren grabbed his hand and pulled him to his side, onto his lap with little resistance.

He pressed his kiss onto the pale cheek and tangled him in his arms. “I love you. Sorry for being a troublemaker all the time.” Eren’s fingers danced across his lover’s abdomen before taking his hands into his. “I’ll get you a real one”, he whispered.

“Eren, stop”, Levi demanded suddenly and turned around to face his fiance. “I don’t care. I don’t need some emerald to show how much you love me. A plastic ring from a bubblegum machine would have been just as sufficient.”

With a confused grin, the brunet man asked, “Then… then why are you mad over the ring?”

“I’m not mad over the ring. I know that you had spent all your money on the vacation, stupid. It’s the fact that you’re always such an idiot.” Levi’s lips met Eren’s for a affectionate second and his furrowed eyebrows softened. “But seems like I should have said ‘no’ when I had the chance because I don’t think I’ll be able to let go. I love you, too.”

“Even if you were able to, I won’t. You are the only one who can deal with me, honey.”

Levi sighed once more, but not in annoyance, and Eren chuckled.

[kyulkyungs]

reverse-idol!jaehyun

Request: OH MY GOD! I LOVE YOUR REVERSE IDOL AU! HOW DID YOU MAKE IT THAT GOOD? 😍😍 Could try you do one for Jaehyun NCT, please? They are really good 😍- anon (ajsgkdfhg thank you kindly!!!)

(part 2 here!)

others: doyoung (part 2) | jaemin (part 2) | haechan (part 2) | renjun | jisung

jaehyun was actually your classmate in school during your trainee days

except he was pretty quiet in class and mostly kept to himself because his friends were in different classes or in different years

and plus you were always gone training and working really hard for your debut

so he never really noticed you for the longest time lol

it wasn’t until maybe three quarters through the year that he noticed you were in his class 

you were so tired from a late night of practice that you walked to some random desk thinking it was yours and just fell asleep on top of it

you didn’t care that your face was a mess and that you were snoring and just plopped there and slept away

and when jaehyun walked into the class he saw that someone was in his seat and honestly didn’t have the heart to wake you up and move you

so he just sat in the desk next to his and shooed the person away because he knew someone else would probably wake you up and then he’d feel bad

while you were sleeping he snuck a look at you because he really had no idea who you were and found that............

wow........ you’re pretty cute...................

and your snores......... although loud........ they’re also kind of cute??

he’s totally not trying to be creepy but he’s still studying your face and thinking that you’re a real looker and just admiring you while he has the chance

he thinks to himself that you could totally pass for an idol and nods to himself imagining you having a bunch of pictures taken of you and all of them coming out nicely

he quickly looks away when he sees you shifting and groaning a little bit in case you woke up

but he realizes that the shifting wasn’t repositioning or waking up, you were........ shivering

and jaehyun was like well what kind of guy would i be if i let this lovely person fend for themselves in the cold

he totally didn’t want an excuse to get close to you for a little bit

but he takes his outerwear off and even though it’s probably uniform, he didn’t care since your uniform obviously wasn’t doing enough as it is

and then he carefully drapes it around your shoulders and makes sure it’s covering you enough to act as a mini blanket

and when he sees you snuggling into it after a minute or two he turns a little red

when the teacher walks in they don’t say a word about you sleeping and him being out of uniform and just start teaching and jaehyun is glad because he’d hate to be called out but also when he looks at you a second time he sees the bags under your eyes and he feels really sad all of a sudden

by the end of the day he forgets his jacket and zooms out of there because he realizes that he had somewhere to be and that he promised his pals he’d be there

and when he runs out of the classroom, he almost knocks over a desk and that noise is enough to wake you up

when you start you realize that you slept most of the day and the only notes you have are probably from being awake for only forty minutes tops and the words are all messy and you can’t read them at all

and only then do you feel a weight on your shoulders and a different but comforting smell surrounding you

when you touch your shoulders, you feel someone’s jacket

you look around but no one looks like they are the owners of the jacket and most of the class is gone anyways

but one of your classmates notices your confused face and they walk up to you and ask if you had a good nap and then they tell you that the jacket belongs to a guy named jung jaehyun

and then you’re trying to rack your brain because you can’t pin a face to the name and you’re like......... this is what i get for sleeping all the time and being gone who is this guy

but before you can ask the classmate leaves and you’re left by yourself pretty much 

and when you glance at the time you’re also bolting out of your seat because oH SNAP YOU HAD PRACTICE TODAY

and when you get to the studio with your stuff you realize that you’re still holding onto the jacket and your members notice this too and are crowding around you

they keep prodding at you and asking who the jacket belongs to and if it’s your boyfriend’s and honestly it flusters you so much so you have to shoo them all away so you can get ready

and you fold the jacket up nicely and make sure there’s no wrinkles in it and no loose hairs left on it and you put it on top of your bag to keep it nice and safe

and during practice you get super distracted every now and then because you have some guy’s jacket but hey it smells really nice and it was super warm

and because you’re so distracted you can’t focus on the choreo your group is doing a cover of and they let practice let out early because the other members were also showing varying signs of fatigue still present from the week’s rigorous practice

and then so when you’re at the dorms you can’t sleep because who??? is that guy??? why did he decide to help you?????? literally no one has talked to you the entire year

you decided you’d find out the next day in class and honestly that was the first day in a while where you were fully awake and alert and you had a pretty decent amount of sleep

and you sit at the desk you sat at yesterday because honestly??? which desk did you sit at? you moved around so much and no one said a word that you had no idea which one you were initially assigned

and when the class all comes in you try looking around to see if anyone is missing a jacket but there’s?? no one out of uniform?

and you’re looking once more at this mysterious jacket in your hands because is........ is it someone from another class?? another grade???

who???

and you don’t really notice that there’s this kind of awkward guy sitting in the seat right behind you today who’s trying to get your attention but you’re nervously fretting about and it’s kind of cute he doesn’t want to bother you??

before jaehyun actually has the guts to actually say anything the teacher comes in and it’s time to be quiet and learn and honestly jaehyun doesn’t get anything done staring at the back of your head

the more he takes in your features during class, the more there’s this little voice in the back of his head telling him that there’s something oddly familiar about you

he has it on the tip of his tongue but he can’t voice why you look so ????recognizable?????

i mean he has seen you before because he’s seen you at least once at school before all this but

............ he keeps doodling on his notes about your face and it isn’t until much later that he realizes that there’s cute little doodles on at least half the paper

he also hears word of there being an exam the following day and he realizes that class is over and crap he didn’t take any notes but that’s okay he’ll borrow from someone and he does really well in the classes

but he sees you and is like............... they haven’t been in class for a long time and sleep a lot right???? do they even know what lesson we’re on??

and just as you’re about to leave for the break, jaehyun is tapping on your shoulder and that’s when he finally sees your fully awake self up close and he’s in.......... he’s in awe

and he gets so flustered he just points to his jacket and is like that’s-that’s mine.......

and instead of turning red or anything too you just smile super brightly at him and he swears that a million stars just blinded him by that radiant show

when you thank him and hand him his jacket back, which you saw that he had a spare and why didn’t you think of that before his name tag is also on this jacket duh, you brush hands with his and you’re like......... soft..

and you move to leave again after thanking him a second time but jaehyun stops you once more and now is nervously glancing around and hopping on the balls of his feet

so you have to calm him down by patting his shoulder and just telling him to say whatever he wanted to

so he offers to tutor you or help you study for the test the next day and when you just give him a confused look he’s like

i mEAN YOU’rE alWAys gONE so LIke??? u WANt hElp OR nO?

and you’re like........... i’m??? good???

and jaehyun gets even more confused because ???!?!?!?!you’ve missed out pretty much the majority of the year already?????

and then you basically grab his hand and lead him out into the hall and he’s a red mess because you’re holding hands with him

he doesn’t even know your name why are you holding his hand oh wow it’s soft asldkmgfjg

but you guys stop in front of this bulletin board and you point to your name and you’re like ...there

??huh??

that’s me, that’s my name

and he gets confused like you took him all the way out into the hall to show him your name??

and then that’s when he realizes....... oh............. that’s............. that’s the honor roll

you’re pretty high up there too

but he also realizes that............... oh you’re that trainee that his friends are talking about...... you’ll debut soon under that one big company wow no wonder you looked so picture perfect and oH his friend showed him a picture of you and it was a teaser photo and wooow

and when you ask him if he’s okay he just breathes loudly and you’re laughing all of a sudden??

and it’s such a cute noise that jaehyun is even more flustered now because you’re beautiful and smart and your voice is like velvet klsgjdkfnjdkfn

and jaehyun hears small screeching noises and sees his group of friends running down the hall in the both of your direction

and unconsciously, he just...... protects you by stepping in front of you

and his friends notice this and slow down and give the two of you a lot of room and you’re just peering around him because who are these guys and why is one of them panting like he ran seven flights

but they’re all throwing questions at him about you and he gets so dizzy and you feel kind of bad for him so you grab his hand and make a mad dash for it

but not before calling out “sorry, we’re on a date right now so please leave us be for the break!”

[vcepsis]

Question: If you're taking yoi prompts, have you ever written/would you consider writing a sick Otabek? Figured you like him a lot since he's your icon. Plus it's always refreshing to have sickfic content for characters other than the mains.

Hey thanks so much for the prompt! I do love him, he is my precious son. I’ve never thought about an Otabek sickfic but I decided to try it! I find Otabek’s character a bit hard to pin down but I hope I did him justice.

Also, there’s a bit of Otayuri in this. I know a lot of people have mixed feelings about Otayuri; for me, I don’t have a strong preference about whether or not they’re romantic or platonic. So I did write about Yurio here, but really you can read it however you want (I kept it pretty open to interpretation I think). There is no Yurio whump here though (I doubt I could ever write whump for him, lol).

Just over 2k. Enjoy!

Otabek’s alarm went off at 6:00 a.m. Approximately two hoursafter he had finally gone to bed.

Normally, Otabek was smarter than that. When he got offersto DJ at a club on a weekday, during training season, he always turned it down(it didn’t stop people from asking, though; apparently he had quite thereputation). Why would people want a DJ for a Tuesday night, anyway? It seemedthe party  in Almaty never slept.

Lately, however, everything had been going wrong. He hadbeen falling on his jumps in practice more often than not, to the point wherehis coach was growing concerned. His short program for the coming season wasnearing competition, but his free skate was still a complete mess. Thechoreography refused to work, no matter how many times he reordered things. Itlooked like he was going to have to scrap it altogether.

Plus, he woke up a few days before with his throat feelinglike sandpaper. It sent a wave of dread through him. This was not what he needed right now.

So when a friend had reached out about playing at a club,Otabek threw caution to the wind and said yes. Nothing else was working, butmaybe a successful show would finally knock his head back into place.

For the most part, it did. He was able to forget all about triple axels and quad salchows and getting sick in the middle of trainingseason quite well with the bass pounding in his chest and the free alcohol(despite the fact that he was underage, but really, nobody cared if the DJbroke a law or two, as long as the party didn’t stop).

Of course, that had been a mere three hours ago. He had managedto get a little bit of sleep to avoid another all-nighter before practice(hiscoach had threatened him in many colourful ways the first time he tried that) but he certainly hadn’t done hisbody any favours.

His alarm was still ringing in his ears, exacerbating theheadache that hadn’t quite faded. Sitting up slowly, he put a hand to his headas the room started to spin. Am I stilldrunk?

No, he hadn’t had enough to be hungover. He may have been anidiot by going out, but he wasn’t that dumb.

Sighing, Otabek rubbed his throbbing temples. The time onhis phone said 6:10. He didn’t need to be at the rink until 8. Surely he couldsleep a little longer, at least to get rid of this headache. He decided to liedown and close his eyes for another half hour or so.

Not two minutes later, it seemed, his phone started to ring.Groaning, he pulled it off his bedside table. It was his coach. He frowned abit, but answered.

“Where areyou??” Came the annoyed voice on the phone.

“What—” Otabek took the phone away from his ear longenough to see the time: 9:28 a.m.

Shit.

Shit.

“I’m sorry,” Otabek said earnestly, wincing whenhis voice came out more like a hoarse whisper than a heartfelt apology. Hetried clearing his throat. It didn’t help. “I’ll be there in—”

“Were you outlast night?”

This stopped Otabek in his tracks.

Shiiiiit.

“I only meant to sleep a little longer,” Otabeksaid, trying not to sound like a pleading child. “I’ll make up for ittoday, I’ll stay late, I’ll pay you double for the day—”

There was a sigh on the other end of the phone. “Hang on, just stop for a second.” Thevoice was much gentler now. ”I knowyou’ve been frustrated lately, but I wish you would ask for help rather thantaking your frustrations out on cheap alcohol and loud music.“

Shame turned Otabek’s cheeks red.

”I’ll meet youhere at 10, and we’ll have a short day. Do not worry about fees. I just want tohelp you.“

Swallowing the fire in his throat, he agreed.

~~~~

Otabek woke the next morning feeling, somehow, even worsethan the day before. His sore throat had evolved into  a grating cough which no amount of water woulddispel, and his head pounded so hard it felt like a bass drum.

His second alarm went off at 6:30 (after yesterday’s fiasco,he set four alarms to make sure he got up on time). With a groan, he switchedit off and dragged himself to the shower. When he finally arrived at the rink,his coach took in his pale complexion and weak voice with a raised eyebrow, butsaid nothing.

Practice was even more grueling than normal: Otabek feltcompletely drained by the end. His body had a heavy, groggy feeling that madeit hard to concentrate, and he was blowing his nose twice as much as normal.

Usually Otabek waspretty hardy when it came to illness, but his frustration at everything hadgotten the better of him, and he was ignoring his body screaming at him to slow down! Even now, when he had to stopmidway through his routine to cover his awful sounding coughs again, he refused to take it easy.

Distantly, he heard his coach sigh.  "I thought you were hungover yesterday,but it seems you’re not well.”

Otabek stiffened at the accusation. So he wasn’t feelingwell. So he could barely breathe without coughing and the room was beginning tospin. It was nothing. He could pushthrough.

A hand appeared in Otabek’s vision, cool on his forehead.His coach tsked. Otabek just shook itoff, scowling. “I’m fine.”

“Sure you are. Now go home.”

Otabek opened his mouth to protest some more, but he wasswiftly cut off. “No, I don’t want to hear it. You’ve been a mess latelyand now you’re neglecting your health. Go home, get some rest, and come backwhen you’re better.”

Obviously Otabek didn’t look convinced, because his coachcontinued, “Or you can stay here, work yourself into the ground, and getnowhere. While infecting everyone around you. Is that what you want?”

Otabek blinked, shocked. He had been doing his best to stayaway from his rink mates and cover his mouth, but what if it wasn’t enough? Heput a hand to his forehead, embarrassed. “I’m sorry,” he said softly.

His coach sighed again. “No, I’m sorry. That was toofar.” Otabek felt the weight of his coach’s hand on his back. “I knownothing seems to be working out, but this is not the solution. You need to takecare of yourself. So go home, get some rest, and we’ll start again when you’rehealthy.”

Otabek hesitated for a moment, but nodded in the end.

It turns out his coach’s advice was sound, as he barely hadthe energy to walk back to his apartment. Dragging himself through the door andtrudging to his room, he barely had the energy to change out of his practiceclothes before collapsing into bed and promptly passing out.

His phone, however, had other ideas.

The shrill sound of his ringtone cut through his fitfulsleep, and he groaned as the pain behind his eyes spiked anew. Turning towardhis nightstand, his phone told him two things: that it had only been a fewhours since he got home, and that Yuri Plisetsky was calling.

Ah, shit. In hishalf asleep state, he had completely forgot about his agreement to have a chatwith Yuri tonight. Sighing at his own incompetence, he hit the answer button. “Hey, Yuri.”

“Whoa, you soundwrecked,” came the greeting from the other end. “Were you out last night or something?”

Why did everyone assume that because he was a DJ, he waspartying every night?

Well….he was outa few days ago. Bitterly, he supposed it was a fair assumption after all.

“No,”Otabek replied. He held the phone away from his face as he coughed harshly.“Just a bit sick.”

“Oh,”Yuri said, sounding a bit surprised. “Areyou….uh, are you ok?”

Otabek couldn’t help but laugh a bit at Yuri’s somewhatfretful tone, which turned into another wet sounding cough. “I’ll be fine.It sounds worse than it is.”

“Yeah.”Yuri sounded unsure. “Did you, like,take your temperature or anything?”

Huh, that actually wasn’t a bad idea. “Not yet,”Otabek said, “I passed out as soon as I got home from practice.”

“Shit, did I wakeyou up?” Yuri sounded upset. ”Ishould have texted you first, ugh.“

“No, no, it’s ok,” Otabek said, rubbing his tiredeyes and sitting up in bed. “I should have let you know I was going to bedearly.” It seemed everything really was going wrong. He couldn’t even be ahalf decent friend.

“It’s ok,”Yuri said.

Otabek pushed the covers back and stood, blinking rapidlywhen black spots appeared in his vision. There was silence on the phone for amoment while he tried to get his bearings, and he stumbled a bit on the way tothe bathroom. Now that he was up and moving, he desperately wanted to blow hisnose, but didn’t want Yuri to hear (and be any more grossed out than heprobably already was), so he resorted to sniffling as quietly as he could.

He didn’t want Yuri to have to wait in awkward silence whilehe looked for his thermometer (when was the last time he even used the damnthing?). Clearing his throat—wincing at the raw feeling there—he asked,“How is training going?”

This, predictably, sent Yuri into a spiraling rant about “Victor goddamn Nikiforov thinks he’sSO GREAT and that PIG worships the ground he walks on it’s absolutely pathetic—”which allowed Otabek to dig through his bathroom cabinets. Despite Yuri’s angrytone, Otabek knew he didn’t actuallymind that much. Having Katsuki around was good for him, Otabek knew, from themultitude of texts he got about how well practice was going. Otabek hadn’tknown him long, but he knew that Yuri secretly looked up to Katsuki, and thathe maybe even enjoyed the sudden burst of activity Katsuki ended up bringing tothe St. Petersburg rink.

About halfway through Yuri’s colourful rendition of howVictor was an absolute prick, Otabek finally found his thermometer. Washing itoff quickly, he stuck it in his mouth just as Yuri was asking, “Can you believe the shit I have to dealwith?!”

Otabek couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. “Soundsterrible,” he said, the words a bit muffled by the thermometer. It beepedsoon after, the sound louder than he anticipated.

“Was that yourthermometer?” Yuri asked.

"Yeah,” Otabek replied, looking at the numbers.101. He couldn’t help the frustrated noise that escaped him.

Yuri was silent for a moment. “Is it….bad?”

“No,” Otabek said honestly. It wasn’t that bad,but his fevers always tended to stick around longer than his other symptoms. Itjust meant more time away from the rink.

“Well….”Yuri started, a bit unsure. “This isgonna sound dumb, so like, don’t listen to me if it’s stupid or whatever—”

“What is it?” Otabek asked, rubbing his nose withhis palm, sniffling quietly.

“You’veseemed….frustrated, lately,” Yuri said tentatively. “Like…you’ve been doing too much. Pushingyourself too hard. That’s probably why you got sick. Maybe…..this time awaywill help?”

Otabek was silent for a moment. He thought he hadn’t beencomplaining to Yuri that much, that he’d been pushing his concerns far enoughaway that no one else would notice. Clearly, that wasn’t the case. Because Yurinoticed.

Wait. Was Yuri….worried about him?

A sigh came through the phone. ”That was stupid, I know, just forget about it.“

"No, no,” Otabek said. “You’re….probablyright, actually. I have beenfrustrated. I might just need some time. Clear my head.” At this, hisbreath began to hitch, and he pulled the phone away to sneeze twice into hiselbow.

Yuri sighed a bit. “Yousound like shit. Go back to bed, dude. I can call you when you’re better.”

“Yeah,” Otabek replied, wincing at the evenrougher sound of his voice.

“And…..text me.When you wake up. Let me know you’re still alive.”

Otabek huffed a small laugh. “I will.”

They hung up, and Otabek finally got to blow his nose. SoYuri wanted him to text when he woke up….maybe he was worried after all.Otabek felt a bit bad for worrying him.

But also, it was kind of nice that someone cared.

He trudged back to his bed, making a quick note on his phoneto buy some cold meds the next day. As he was finishing, a message from Yuricame up: it was a cat meme, with no context, of course. Was he trying to makeOtabek feel better?

Otabek smiled at the thought. Sending a quick“LOL” to Yuri, he put his phone down, crawled back under the covers,and was out within minutes.

[perfectionistincrisis]

Day 81

i keep talking to myself all the time - no not cause im mad or alone - but like i said earlier - i pretend like its ‘him’ and just him. meaning, no, im not those people who talk to themselves cause they enjoy doing it, or like um neither those who talk to themselves cause they dont have anyone else to talk to - but rather, -i-just-talk-to-him-

wow, no that was a nice way to put it out there. so much for defending myself lol

ok so im kinda energetic - as in -my mood is- i am not, physically energetic though. i mean i just spent the last hour and a half in bed scrolling through my phone until my phone shut off cause it ran out of charge and only then i dragged myself slowly to the washroom to pee which i shouldve done 60 minutes ago. so yeah - very lazy 

speaking of time. WTH is going on with this world? i feel like the number of seconds in one minute is a subject to small rise and falls like the world currencies! I mean seriously, i swear nowadays “1 minute” = “EIGHTY seconds” No Kidding!!!! It all started from after fajr today!!!!! 

yeah so after fajr today, at first i kind of blanked out - as in - that rush, impatience and i dont even know how to describe it - kinda feeling i was telling? about missing him and all that? like i need some action something to happen and wow this is such an off season - so yeah i was kind of stuck in my chair,, just switching from one social media to another doing nothing literally other than idk - trying to fast forward life and hit play somewhere cool ugh ok

so then something happened and it cheered me up and i got on the treadmill as was planned. usually do 3 hours but i knew doing 3 now, including my tiny 3-5 min breaks every 30 mins would take too long 

anyways ended up doing two hours at around 7 30 and then was too tired to take a shower so i just pulled a bed sheet from my closet and slept on the floor, cause no way im putting my stinky body to bed. 

when i got up, prayed zuhr and YESSS i did the one hour i skipped in the morning and yeah well thats pretty much it for the day. i mean then i sat and ate and then went to the hosp came back, chilled and still chilling right now as im typing :) 

oh something i said yesterday about how i wish life was full of action like in movies. like i just wish it was although i know its BS thats totally against how this life works. whats more surprising is how i actually wish for stupid stuff - i mean you know how on social media - one gets to present themselves the way they want. i mean you can be anything. happy sad widow married depressed gay - its like - its in your hands - how do you want to present yourself to the world mam? yeah you get my point? but like i lot of people fall for it. you look into others posts and you might wonder how their life is so wonderful and yours is not, how someones life is picture perfect and yours is not and BLABLABLA but Lol - i neverrrrr fell for that. pretty much cause i sugar coat my life too loool 

Its actually funny - im actually laughing - anyways where im getting at with this is - i was thinking about it - i mean for someone like me who never fell for all the crap people put up on display on social media - i sure am one hell of a dreamer to ‘wish’ for a busy ‘movie-like’ all colorful life. But then again in my defense - those are real people and people are full of crap so yeah i dont fall for their shit but i mean a movie is a well organised script being played out - ofcourse you ‘wishing’ for something like it is acceptable yasss (whatever makes you sleep at night:3 ) 

Also i assure you my vocabulary aint that poor, i just seem to lose my words when im posting anything here. mostly cause i have no words - everything is so messy and twisty and complicated Ugh 

Also its really weird that i feel like a days just passed by too fast this week. i mean i mustve slipped. i mean im like a human clock. lol i mean it. i mean when im not on vacation - and you ask me the time, anytime - my guesses are so close to accurate - like im aware of every second ticking by - now, im just saying im aware of it - that doesnt really mean i make the most out of time - but then i do know how precious it is, and i do feel like crap when im just shitting it away. and just randomly wasting time is one thing, but trust me when you are aware youre doing shit - ouch that burns! 

so august is coming, and i was kind of planning on fasting - i mean i didnt fast in july cause i wanted to get used to working out and fasting would just be disturbing. but yeah now its almost august and i think i should fast - for like the whole month - yeah :) cause i barely fasted for i think 8 days this Ramadan i need to make all the rest of it up. AND THEN AFTER THAT, it is sunnah but not one im actually brave enough to do to be honest but but but i think i have no choice - i mean i think i have to fast like every monday or thursday every week - cause i have a lot and a lot of fasting to do to make up for ALLLLL the ones i missed my entire life and trust me thats quite a lot - not the normal amount any girl would miss - cause ive been having problems and so i had to skip a lot and stuff - and i never kept an exact count - well actually its impossible cause its been a problem for years but then i do have to admit that i never tried either - cause idk- i guess i kind of took it as - oh cmon its just fasting - i mean i think i missed around 20 roughly - so ill just fast 30 - thatll cover it up plus ill fast extra - which is a good thing and blabla all that random thoughts! 

anyways i should now just focus on the 30 i wna fast for this year, in august but idk i have to come up with some legit plan where my work out schedule fits in perfectly too. both  are important to me, and im not choosing one over the other, i dont want to and i dont have to inshaAllah 

oh just a random thing - but i go for brands! Meaning, you know if something is sold by a really well known brand youd obviously expect it to have good quality and most of the time yes youre right. sometimes, nope! but then there are things which are not “branded” but the quality is amazing, and the price? well most of the time it is cheaper, but yeah i guess sometimes the price is almost similar - well the thing is - i am the type of person - whod want the brand name on PLUS the quality. like if there were 2 bags for example or two shoes, SAME quality, but one is cheaper ONLY cause it does not have a famous brand name on it - i am definitely the person whod pay wayyyy wayyy more for the branded one! - SO now you know the type of person i am :) :) :) :) 

Lol im sure that kind of information is something a lot of people would use to judge someone :3 But then im not all so irrational loool - like thats definitely something that is “goals” for me! I mean, i am a medical student being financially supported by my dad right now and will be for atleast the next 3 years. ATLEAST! ATLEAST! ATLEAST! 

SO yeah im not saying i cant afford branded products right now but i sure am not comfortable living a life of luxury at this phase of my life. I want to earn it. With my own sweat and energy. I want to tell myself that i deserve it. So yeah, thats the type of person i am but im not currently ‘practicing’ it like religion and one day IF i do, i know it will be something i earned and something Allah will not be unhappy with, because I am not planning to disappoint Him 

Okay enough with that. i really dont need to talk about it as long as i know ill be alright inshaAllah 

Oh something really interesting - so i REALLY REALLY need to smile. like NOT “smile more” but like “SMILE” for gods sake hahhaha. I mean idk - its like i hate people so much and idk i feel like everyone for some reason is turning against me or doesnt like me, and its not like i even care or want them to like me and thats exactly why im like all -pokerface-pokerface- but like cmooooon! if youre really talking to someone, something as simple as a short interaction in the hospital for example with the receptionist or pharmacist - i mean cmoon - just smile a little? i mean i REALLY need to work on it. cause if i am planning on being a doctor - OH PLEASE - smiling is part of the job OH WAKE UP LADYYY!!!!!!! 

but like im not kidding - like i just said - i feel like everyone for some reason is turning against me or doesnt like me. and ofcourse its not true, i mean MOST people dont even know me. like in the hospital i went to today for example - whyd everyone hate me? :) i mean idk its just something i feel. its weird. but sheeeeeet. have to work on it. fake a smile honey :) 

Okay and idk how wrong or right it is. but i thought of it and i dont feel like there is any harm to it. Like, id like to have the idea in my head that me and him, we love each other and we are meant to be together one day. inshaAllah. For which i always and always pray to Him and ask from Him. But as of right now, we are not together. but deep deep deeeeep deeeeeeeeeep deeeeeeeeeeeeeep and deeeeeeeeeeep’errr in my heart i keep telling myself that. We are.

now idk if its wrong, or right - but - i believe it is not making me do something which might anger my Lord.  All what it does is calm my heart. a little. And so i guess its okay! At least for now, i cant let go of the idea. Not today <3  Tada, guess thats enough for today! 

xox

[such-a-common-girl]

“Irresistible” PART 3

Word Count: 2,312

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sex, fluff, Dean’s dirty thoughts (lol)

A/N: This chapter is completely in Dean’s perspective

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Dean’s eyes flutter open, the sunlight from the window seeping through what were supposed to be black out curtains. Groaning, he looks at the clock- six in the morning.

This was his normal routine- fall asleep around one, maybe two, in the morning and then wake up at five or six. He didn’t get much sleep most nights. With all of the stress that is constantly surrounding his life, and knowing that things actually do go bump in the night, he opts for getting the bare minimum. Even when he wants to sleep later, his body doesn’t let him.

He grabs his phone from the nightstand, his face brightening up when he sees an unread text from you. You two had your first date a few days ago, and he admittedly had fun. He hasn’t enjoyed himself on a date with a woman in a long time, not truly enjoying himself. He would normally up his charm on the date and pretend to be a gentlemen so he was guaranteed to get laid afterwards. That’s all that dates were for him, anyways- sex. There was never a second date, and he never usually called them afterwards. His life is too hectic to even think about having a relationship.

That was until he met you. That night at the bar, he admits that he was just trying to get in your pants. You were a beautiful girl who was interested in him. If he had it his way that night, he would have just slept with you right then and there, not even bothering to get your number. But when you had gone over there to talk to him, he was genuinely surprised at how much he liked talking to you. You didn’t seem desperate or throwing yourself at him, and he liked that. He had actually found himself a little disappointed when you left when Ana that night.

He was excited for your date, but he was completely planning on sleeping with you afterwards. He is Dean Winchester, after all. He doesn’t take girls on dates and not sleep with them. But then, you ended up surprising him again. He was intrigued by you. He felt like he could sit there and talk to you all night, he liked hearing you talk. You were smart, cute, and funny. You weren’t like the normally one night stands he typically had.

When the night came to an end, he realized how much fun he had with you. The conversation was great and it flowed easily, and not to mention how great of a kisser you were. God, the way you kissed him, he was so tempted to take you right then and there on your front porch. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. You were too nice of a girl for that. You deserved better, and if he was being honest with himself, he wanted to see you again.

His eyes skimmed over your text, a small smile forming on his face. All it had said was ‘goodnight’, since you had sent it the night before, but it didn’t matter to him.

‘I’ll see you tonight, I’ll be there at six.’ Dean texted back quickly. The minute he had got home from your date, he had texted you asking if you wanted to go out again. He wanted to see you again. You obviously said yes, and you had invited him to come over and watch a movie. Dean can’t even remember the last time he actually watched a movie, but then again, he can’t remember the last time he had taken a girl out on a second date, either.

“I feel like a goddamn teenager.” Dean mumbles to himself, setting his phone back onto the nightstand. He climbs out of bed, throwing his sweatpants on over his boxers and putting on his t-shirt.

He walks into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of orange juice. Sam was already awake, sitting in the library and reading yet another lore book.

“Sammy, cut the nerd crap for like one day. The sun is barely out yet and you’ve got your head buried in that thing.” Dean says, taking a seat in the chair beside his brother.

“It doesn’t hurt to be prepared, you know.” Sam rolls his eyes, but closes the book anyways.

“Yeah, whatever. I’m just saying, we finally have a few weeks off. Enjoy it.” Dean takes a drink of his juice.

“Yeah, actually, I was going to ask you yesterday but I forgot. Jody invited us for dinner tonight. I told her I’d go but I don’t know about you.”

“I can’t make it.” Dean says.

“Why not? Got an important date or something?” Sam scoffs. “Even Cas is going.”

“I already have plans.” Dean dismisses his question. He already had to cancel on you once, when a werewolf hunt came up last minute and he had to leave town. He didn’t want do that again.  

“Like?”

“Like, it’s none of your damn business.” Dean rolls his eyes.

“Oh my god,” Sam stares at Dean. “There’s a second date, isn’t there?”

“No.” Dean snaps. “Maybe…. Yes. Why does it matter?”

“It doesn’t, man. I’m just saying… I’ve never seen you once, not even when you were a teenager, take a girl out twice. The sex must have been really good if you’re breaking your own personal rule. You guys did hook up, didn’t you?” Sam questions.

Dean looks at him, not responding.

“Oh, wow.” Sam says with realization. “You must really like her.”

“I’m getting there.” Dean admits. “Y/N’s just… I don’t know what it is about her. Women never affect me like this. Obviously she’s hot as fuck, but it’s more than that.”

“Hey man, you don’t need to explain yourself. I get it, trust me.” Sam laughs. “I’m happy for you.”

“Yeah yeah, don’t get all sappy on me.”

“What did you even tell her? About your job?”

“FBI agent.” Dean shrugs. “I almost made a complete jackass of myself the other night, though. She brought up my job and I completely drew a blank. It took me a minute to remember what lie I told her. Thank god she didn’t catch on.”

“Better hope that doesn’t turn around and bite you in the ass.” Sam gives him a serious look.

“What? Do you want me to just be like, ‘Hey, I fight monsters for a living. I’ve died several times. I’m also a felon, who’s been arrested numerous times, once for attempting to murder the president, who was also the Devil himself. My best friend is an angel, and oh, while we’re at it, I’ve met God personally- he’s a dick.’ Yeah, Sammy, I think I’ll stick to my lie.”

“Uh, yeah.” Sam laughs.

-

Dean walks up to your front door, grinning when he steps on to your front porch. Memories of what was probably the best kiss he’d ever had, which just so happened to be with you in this same exact spot, floods through his mind and he can’t stop smiling.

He knocks on your front door, and when you open it, he can’t believe how beautiful you are. The way your hair perfectly frames your face, how kissable your lips are, how you have curves in all the right places…

“Hey, come in.” You break him from his thoughts, a smile plastered on your face. Dean followed you into your house and was immediately welcomed by Gus, your big golden retriever.

“I didn’t know you have a dog.”  Dean says.

“Yeah, he’s a big sweetheart, don’t worry. I guess I forgot to ask if you liked dogs or not.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I love dogs. We connect on a personal level.” Dean jokes, remembering the time that he was underneath the spell that allowed him to talk to animals. Of course, he couldn’t tell you that.

“Do you guys have K-9 units as FBI agents, or is that just a police thing? Sorry, I don’t know much about your job.” You admit, color reddening your cheeks.

‘Thank god you don’t.’ Dean thinks to himself.

“Oh, yeah, no we have those, too. I don’t have one, though.” Dean lies. He really doesn’t like upfront liking to you like this, but knows that he doesn’t have another option.

“Okay, so,” You lead him into your living room. There was pillows and blankets on the couch, and a pizza box on the table in front of the couch. “I remember you telling me what kind of pizza you like, so I got that, but I have no idea what kind of movies you like, so…” You bite your lip.

“Babe, I’ll watch whatever. Just not The Notebook or any girly crap like that.”

“Hey, The Notebook is a great movie.” You defend, laughing. “But, I have Netflix, so I’ll just let you choose. You’re the guest after all.”

“Hm, Fifty Shades of Grey seems like a great choice.” Dean raises his eyebrow, laughing. Dean likes that he can be this joking person around you- he has to be so serious in his day to day life, this is a nice change. He feel like he can be himself.

“Uh, maybe not.” You laugh.

“What, you’re not into kinky sex?” Dean teases you. “Or maybe you secretly really are, and that’s why you don’t want to watch it with me, hm?”

You roll your eyes, sitting down on the couch and pulling a blanket over you. Dean does the same, and he sits extremely close to you- your thighs are practically touching.

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. Looks like you’ll just have to find out.” You flirt, and Dean puts his arm around your shoulders. You hand him the remote for your TV and he starts to look through the Netflix options.

Dean wants nothing more than to ‘find out’ with you. God, he’s almost hard at the thought of burying himself into you while you moan his name. But something inside of him tells him to not go there with you, not yet.

“Maybe I will.” Dean flirts back. “Hey, isn’t this one of the TV shows that you were telling me about the other night?” Dean asks.

“The Walking Dead, oh my god it’s so good. Have you seriously never seen it?” You start to get excited.

“Nope. Don’t have much time for TV.” Dean admits.

“Okay, we’re watching it.”

Dean watches you as you get super excited about introducing him to this show. Honestly, he couldn’t care less about it, but the way you were so happy that he was watching it with you made it worth it.

The more of the show he watched, he has to admit it’s pretty good, and he can see why you like it so much.

“I need a drink.” You say, pausing the show. You were snuggled into Dean’s chest at this point, his arm still wrapped around your shoulder.

“I’m come with you.” Dean offers, and he follows you into your kitchen. He watches your ass as you walk in front of him, admiring how good it looks in the tight material.

“Need something?” You turn around.

“No, I’m good.” Dean clears his throat, and lifts his eyes up.

“You know, if you’re going to stare at my ass, you could at least make it a little less obvious.” You tease Dean.

“Baby, not my fault you have an ass to die for.” Dean walks over to you, and spins you around, kissing you.

Once again, the kiss was indescribable. As sappy and girly as this sounds, Dean could just melt into your arms the minute your lips were upon his.

He grabs your hips, lifting you onto the kitchen counter. You wrap your legs around his waist, and Dean deepens the kiss, sticking his tongue into your mouth. You start to grind yourself against him, wanting more. Dean grabs your hips and holds them still, mustering up as much self-control as he can.

“Y/N…” Dean pulls away, and you frown. “Look, trust me, I want this. A lot.”

“Then why is this the second time you’ve denied my advances.”

“I’m going to be really honest with you, okay?” Dean starts, and you nod. “I am not the relationship type of guy. I’m the type of guy to fuck a girl on the first date and then they’ll never hear from me again. But with you? I don’t want it to be like that, not with you. I want to take it slow… God, this sounds so cliché, who even am I.” Dean groans.

“No, it’s okay, I understand.” You say. “I’m glad you’re being honest with me.”

‘Yeah… Honest.’ Dean thinks to himself.

“Me, too.” Dean forces out a smile. He presses his lips against yours once more, and then lifts you off the kitchen counter. “Let’s go watch that show again.”

-

Dean lays in his bed, his hair still wet from the shower he just took. He wasn’t planning on taking another shower today, but Sam was still awake and he needed to… relieve himself after all the sexual tension he had experienced earlier. He didn’t want to take the chance of Sam walking in.

He lies his head on the pillow, thoughts of you running through his mind. He doesn’t like lying to you, but he knows its necessary. He just hates building up this relationship on lies.

Shit, Dean didn’t even realize he wanted a relationship until just right then. But the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that he’d be upset and disappointed if you weren’t in his future. He really likes you.

“I’m so screwed.” Dean groans to himself.

part 4

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