Summary: You should never insult Bambam’s pride… xD
The pestering feeling of the sun forcing it’s way through the thin skin being my eyelids woke me up from my much cherished sleep. Closing them tighter, I made an effort in trying to make the redness disappear from my sight but with no such luck. Instead I let an irritated groan escape my lips and pulled the cover over my head, wrapping myself up like a burrito. Relishing in the newfound darkness I almost fell asleep once more, that is before the annoying shit that is my cousin barged in without knocking and pulled my precious blanket off of me. I, being too lazy to move, remained in my spot as if nothing had happened, even though the goosebumps were evident on my arms and legs.
“Y/N-ah, come on. It’s already eleven AM, you’re wasting the day.” The 6 feet tall boy started jumping around in my room and I silently wondered if Jinyoung had given him extra nutella to his pancakes this morning.
“Yugyeomie, please stop, it’s too early for this, just let me sleep.” He evilly chuckled and before I knew it he had thrown me over his shoulder and carried me to the kitchen where Jinyoung was finishing the last pancake of the morning. He glanced at us just as Yugyeom put me in a chair and smirked a bit before putting the frying pan in the sink.
“You’re lucky I stopped Jackson from eating all of them before leaving. If it hadn’t been for me you wouldn’t get any breakfast.” He looked at me while leaning against the counter, an eyebrow raised and waiting for my response. I looked at him in exactly the same manner.
“Are you expecting some gratitude?”
“Maybe. He put up quite a fight.”
I gave him a sweet smile while I prepared to thank him extremely properly.
“Thank you Jinyoung oppa for saving some of your delicious pancakes for me.” While this sentence left my mouth I jumped up to him like a small bunny and used the most childish voice I could muster. The result was just what I wanted; Jinyoung, trying to hold a straight face, burst out laughing whilst clutching the counter and Yugyeom screamed as he cringed and escaped the kitchen. I laughed at them both and snatched the last couple of pancakes.
“Let’s go eat in the living room, I think Youngjae had a movie he wanted to watch.” Jinyoung led me to the couch that was occupied by Yugyeom, Youngjae and, Bambam. Sitting down with the plate in my lap, I started happily eating the yummy rolls filled with nutella as Youngjae started the movie. The film was so boring that after I finished the goods on my plate, I feel asleep.
I dreamed this time, which is very unusual since I never dreamed most of the time, and on the rare occasions I actually do I never remember them. The fact that I dreamed wasn’t the most odd thing that happened though; in the dream I was infatuated my Bambam, of all people. I have never, NEVER, seen Bambam in that way, and still, my heart was racing a hundred miles an hour when I woke up. That was the first thing I realised, the second thing that hit me was that my head was leaning against something warm. I awkwardly opened my eyes a bit more and eventually I realised that I was resting the upper half of my body against Bambam’s chest with his right arm supporting my figure. He looked down at me and our eyes met, a smirk appeared on his lips and his eyes held a very teasing look.
“Comfortable down there?” As the question left his mouth I instantly tried getting out of his embrace and his smirk grew bigger as he wiggled his eyebrows at me. What was going on, Bambam is like a brother to me so why are my cheeks so warm. I turned my face away from him in order to hide the sudden blush that covered my face, that’s when I noticed that we were alone and that the television was turned of.
“Where did everyone go?” I took this opportunity of subject changing to leave the awkward situation behind us.
“They went to get Mark, Jackson and Jaebum hyung.” I nodded understandingly. The three older members had an interview in China yesterday and the others must have gone to meet them at the airport. Then another question crossed my mind.
“How come you didn’t go with them?”
“Because you were laying on me.” I groaned at that and buried my face in my hands. He laughed at my reaction. “Oh come on, you were cute.” I just smiled, closed my eyes and let that comment pass without saying anything. Instead I sat down beside him again and leaned back on the couch. I observed him and for some reason he looked like he had worked really hard on his looks today.
“Why did you even put effort in looking good today, you’re just going to stay in anyways.”
“I have to impress people, duh. Why not bless people with my amazing face.” I rolled my eyes at that.
“It’s not like you have anyone to impress in this household in any case.” The smirk once again made it’s appearance.
“There is a girl in this household that I wouldn’t mind impressing.” The blush was once again on my cheeks and I hit him on the arm. “I’m hot and you know it.” A laugh escaped my lips and I shook my head.
“You’re not hot, you’re cute.” A gasp was heard from his spot at that. I looked over at him and he looked at me like I just committed a crime.
“Are you serious? I’m not cute, I’m hot.”
“No, I’m not.” He jumped towards me on the couch, making me jump a step away from me. He continued jumping forwards until I was stuck between him and the end of the couch. He put his hand on the armrest and leaned in an inch closer.
“It’s the same with me dude, I’m not hot either, we’re both cutie pies.” He looked at me like I was stupid.
“That’s bullshit.” He leaned in even closer. Soon enough he was so close I could feel his breath on my face. “Take it back.” His voice was now at least an octave lower than before. I couldn’t get myself to say anything, my heart was once again racing too fast. “Take it back.” I still didn’t say anything making him smile a bit and lean in the last bit and press his plump lips against my forehead. I was shocked. Then he was back the the same position in front of my face.
“You’re not going to take it back, are you?” I only managed to shake my head making him sigh.
All of a sudden his hands were at my waist, tickling me. Now it was my turn to smirk at him. He always forgets that I’m not ticklish. After a while he stopped, thinking of other methods to get me to say it. Then he looked at me as if he was debating something and as soon as it disappeared he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his lap. He looked at my stunned face, admiring every single feature. Then he kissed my right cheek.
Then my left.
“Just like me.”
That’s when he pressed his mouth against mine in a searing kiss that felt like it lasted for hours, when in reality it was just a couple of seconds. Once he pulled away he looked at me with so much love that my breath hitched in my throat.
“We are both scorching hot.” he cradled my face making me smile without thinking about it. “That’s why you and I would make a damn hot couple.” And with that he united our lips again.
Simon never understood how he managed to get himself into certain situations, but this one takes the cake. He had been looking for a new apartment after Clary had decided to move in with Izzy, well, Alec, Jace and Izzy, because the one he and Clary had been sharing was way too big (and too expensive) for one person. Clary still hadn’t moved out, not wanting to leave Simon hanging until he found his own place.
About two weeks into the search, however, Alec announced he was moving in with Magnus, which left another room free in the apartment. Jace and Izzy immediately offered the room to Simon, Clary had been ecstatic and while it seemed like everything had worked out perfectly, it was only on his first day living there that Simon realized what he’d gotten himself into.
A/N: I am currently reposting my drabbles from my AFF account. Might be spamming for a while…
Genre: Angst (Oneshot)
Summary: In which a girl moved on from a heartbreak with Park Jimin.
Count: 3071 words
“Let’s break up.”
I widened my eyes.
"Why, what’s wrong?” I asked searching for his hand to hold.
Without saying anything, he slipped his hand away from mine and took a step back. “I’m sorry, but we can’t go on like this,”
heart clenched. I didn’t understand where this was coming from. It was
difficult to decipher his expression as he looked hard at me. Where did the all smiles Jimin go? The always happy Jimin I fell in love with?
Sorry if this sucks, its the first thing I’ve ever done on here
Summary: You are Nancy’s best friend and you are secretly seeing Steve after they broke up. (Nancy is with Jonathan at this point, this is set months into the future)
awake to the sound of the phone ringing and try to wriggle out of the hold of
the sleeping boy next to me. “Steve let go” I say while poking his
cheek. He groans as he loosens his grip just in time for me to pick up the
phone. “Y/N! WHY AREN’T YOU HERE YET?!” A voice yells through the
phone. I rub my eyes as I look down at the watch Steve had on his wrist.
“Shit Nance I’m so sorry I fell asleep and I must have lost track of
time” I say through a yawn. “I’ll be right over just give me like
twenty minutes.” “Sounds great. Oh and don’t forget your chemistry
books” Nancy reminds me. I say goodbye and quickly hang up the phone. I
shake Steve awake and explain the situation to the tired boy. “Do you
really have to go?” He questions while I run around trying to find my
notebook. “I’m sorry I totally forgot I promised Nancy that we would study
tonight and I was supposed to be there at six thirty and it’s almost seven and
I feel really bad about ditching you but I promised her and I just -” my
rambling was suddenly cut off by Steve’s lips on mine. It took me by surprise
but I didn’t complain. Steve was like that. Random and sweet. His hands rested
on my hips as he pulled me towards his in attempt to deepen the kiss and make
me stay with him longer. He sighs as I pull away and rest my hands on his
chest. “I really am sorry Steve” I say not able to make eye contact.
“Y/n. Stop apologizing. Nancy is your best friend I’m not letting you
ditch her for me.” He say holding my hands in his. “Can I just ask
you something?” I nod as he kissed my knuckles. “When are you going
to tell her about us?” He says quietly, looking down at his socks. I shrug
as I sigh. “I don’t know Steve, I know she’s with Jonathan now and that
you two are friends but I can’t help feeling like I’m betraying her trust you
know?” I say tilting Steve’s chin up to face me. “Besides Harrington,
there’s nothing to tell. We’re not actually dating” I say smirking as
Steve rolls his eyes playfully. “It’s not my fault you want to wait until
you know that Nancy will be okay with it.” He says as he rests his
forehead against mine. “Soon” I promise as I nudge his nose with
mine. “I really have to go now but I’ll call you tomorrow and maybe we can
hang out or something okay?” He agrees as we leave my house for me to go
study with Nancy.
3 DAYS LATER
I’m sat at my usual lunch
table with Nancy and Jonathan, chatting about our latest photography
assignment. I try to join in to the conversation as much as possible but I
can’t help but wish that Steve was sitting here next to me. As if he heard my
thoughts he came striding over to our little table in the corner. “Hey
guys” He exclaims as he’s greeted with hi’s from all of us. “What
brings you over here Steve?” Nancy asks the boy standing behind me.
“Oh no reason really I just wanted to see how you just were doing.”
He says casually. He continues to chat with us while he leans his hands onto my
chair and the empty on next to me. Nobody notices but he’s gently rubbing my
back with his knuckles. “You should come sit with us sometime Steve”
Jonathan suggests as Nancy nods her head. “Yeah I definitely will
sometime.” He smiles. “I’ve got to run but I’ll see you guys
later”. As he is about to turn he places a warm hand on my back and walks
away. “You okay y/n? You’re really quiet today” Nancy says sounding
worried. “I’m great, just a little tired that’s all” I say with a
LATER THAT DAY
The final bell has just rung
as I stood from my seat and headed to my locker. As I opened it, a small,
ripped piece of paper fell from it. The note read “Meet me in the darkroom
after the bell”. I smiled knowing exactly who it was from. I made my way
to the darkroom and quietly entered. As I shut the door, I felt someone’s hand
grab mine and pull me into their chest. I laugh as I wrap my arms around
Steve’s waist and rest my head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of my head as
his arms wrapped around my shoulders. “I missed you” He whispers so
quietly I almost couldn’t hear him. I hum in response as I buried my face deeper
into his neck, leaving light kisses where my lips were. Being in Steve’s arms
always felt safe, no matter where we were. We stood like this for at least five
minutes before I finally remove my head from his shoulder. He loosened his grip
and placed his hands gently on either side of my face. My hands find his waist
as he whispers “you look beautiful” so quietly it almost seemed as if
you weren’t meant to hear him. “Steve you can’t even see me” I say
chuckling a little. “I don’t need to” He says before ducking his head
down to kiss me ever so lightly. “You are so cheesy” I mumble into
his lips before he removes his hands from my cheeks and rests them on my hips.
My fingertips lightly caress the tops of his cheekbones before I slide my hands
back, so my thumbs are just below the corner of his eyes. “You love
it” He says before his lips find mine once again. My hands move to his
hair, playing with the short pieces at the bottom of his neck. He attempts to
move away from the door, but backs into one of the tables instead. I laugh a
little and he takes that as an opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. I
gently tug at the roots of his hair casting him to let out a soft moan. He
moves one of his hands to the small of my back and pulls me closer into his chest.
All of a sudden the door opens and a voice squeals “WHAT THE HELL”.
Steve and I jump back away from each other as quickly as possible but it’s too
late. Jonathan stands in the door with a shocked look on his face as Nancy
turns to run away. Jonathan mumbles an apology and begins to shut the door but
I run out calling after Nancy. Steve and Jonathan follow as I grab her arm.
“Look Nancy I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please believe me I’m so sorry and
I’m so ashamed of myself right now and I just want you to know that -”
“STOP! OKAY JUST STOP IT! I DON’T WANT TO HEAR YOUR EXCUSES SO PLEASE JUST
GO AWAY!” Nancy yelled, tears filling her eyes. I let go of her wrist while
the tears streamed down my face. She turned and walked away as I brought my
hands to my face. Jonathan gave us a sympathetic look as he ran after Nancy.
Once whey were gone, Steve put his hand on my shoulder. “I’m so sorry y/n”
He said quietly. “Why don’t we go back to your place and watch some movies or
something?“ "NO STEVE!” I shouted. “JUST GO AWAY! LEAVE ME
ALONE!” “NO! I’M NOT LEAVING YOU ALONE RIGHT NOW OKAY! I’M NOT JUST
GONNA DO THAT YOU NEED SOMEONE THERE!” He shouted back as I stared at him
and cried. Luckily there was no one else in the school so the loud noises weren’t
attracting anyone. He just looked at me as I stood in front of him sobbing.
“Y/n I’m not going to leave you here alone. You need someone right now and
I want that to be me. I’m never just going to leave you alone, because I love
you. I’m never going to let you go through anything on your own.” You fall
into his arms crying and apologizing. He just holds you as you replay those
words he had just confessed to you in your head.
A WEEK LATER
replay the scene over and over in my head. It’s something I can’t seem to stop
doing. I snap out of my thoughts when I hear Steve calling my name. “Sorry
what we’re you saying?” I ask the tall boy walking next to me. “I
said my car is parked three rows back. You just kept walking and I was a little
afraid you would get hot by a car or something” Steve says chuckling a
little. I blush from embarrassment and mumble a quiet sorry to him. It’s the
end of the school day and all I want to do is go home. We walk back to the car
and get in. “Are you okay y/n? You’ve been zoning out a lot.” Steve
says starting the car and pulling away. “Yeah I’m fine just a little
tired” I say mustering up the best smile I can give him. “Well I just
need to go somewhere and I’ll drop you off right after. It’ll be quick I
promise.” Steve says looking at you a little. I nod in response and get
lost in my thoughts again until we arrive. “We’re here. Why don’t you come
with me?” I nod and follow Steve until I realize where I am. “Steve
why are we here Nancy hates me please don’t make me go in.” I panic.
“Just please go talk to her. I’m really worried about you. Please y/n, do
it for me.” Steve pleads. I see the worry in his eyes so I agree. We walk
up and Jonathan answers the door before I could knock. He smiles at me and
tells me to go upstairs. Once I enter Nancy’s room she looks up at me shocked.
I ask softly if I can come in and she nods at me. “Look Nancy I’m sorry
and I get it if you don’t want to be friends but I miss you and I’m not the
same and I feel so bad and I’m so sorry” I say holding back my tears.
Nancy nods and looks at me. “Was this happening while I was with
Steve?” She asks quietly. I shake my head. “NO! No of course not.
Nancy you’re my best friend I would never do that to you”. She nods.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” She questions. “I don’t know. I was
scared that you would be mad and that you would make me chose between the two
of you and I just couldn’t. I couldn’t even bear the thought of losing you but
I don’t know what I would do if I lost him either. God we aren’t even dating
and I’m talking about him like he’s the love of my life.” I say wiping my
tears. “What do you mean?” She asks confused. “We’ve been
hanging out for a while and he did ask me to be his girlfriend but I said that I
couldn’t until I knew that you were alright with it.” I confessed.
“When did this all start?” Nancy asks. “We were assigned to be
partners in biology so we were hanging out to work on our project. After the
project was finished he asked if I still wanted to hang out with him and I said
sure because I had a lot of fun. I kind of had developed a crush on him and he
told me that he did too.” I explain. Nancy mumbles a quiet okay and says
“Just tell me one thing.” I nod at her and she continues. “Do you love
him?” I widen my eyes at the question and stutter “w-welll i-i don’t
know.” But then I started thinking. I was thinking about the time he
offered to cut the frog open in biology because he knew that I didn’t want to,
the times when he stayed at my house because I was afraid to be alone after a
horror movie we watched, the time when he went on the Ferris wheel with me so I
could get pictures for my photography class when no one else would. The time
when he wouldn’t let me be alone when I thought I had lost my best friend, and
finally when he told me he loved me. A small smile spread onto my cheeks as I
thought. I looked at Nancy and nodded. “I think I do. I really do. I love
Steve Harrington” Nancy smiled and grabbed my hand. “I forgive you.
I’m sorry that I overreacted and I hope that you can forgive me.” Nancy
said. I nodded as we hugged. We walked down to the living room hand in hand
smiling. Jonathan’s face lit up when he say us and came over to hug me and tell
me he missed me. We watched as Steve and Nancy slowly walked towards each
other. Steve started to apologize but Nancy stopped him and hugged him. We all
kept hugging and smiling for a while.
A FEW HOURS LATER
After a few hours of hanging out with Nancy and Jonathan, Steve
and I bid our goodbyes and got in his car. We began driving to my house as he
looked over at me and told me he was proud of me. Once we got to my house we
went up to my room and flopped onto my bed. “Thank you. I really don’t
know what would have happened if you hadn’t made me go.” I say looking
over at him. He reached for one of my hands and intertwines it with his while
he looks over to me. “I’m really glad you and Nancy are okay.” He
says smiling. I hum in response. We stay silent for a few minutes until I quietly
call his name. He turns onto his side to face me as I grab one of his hands and
leave light kisses on his fingertips. “I just want you to know that I
really appreciate what you did for me. And that I love you” I say the last
three words quieter than the rest. He raises his eyebrows at me as if he was
asking if I actually mean what I’m saying. I smiled at him and say “I mean
it. I love you Steve Harrington”. His mouth opens in shock but his expression
is quickly replaced by a huge smile. He grabs my waist and pulls me closer to
him and I lean up to place a light kiss on his lips. “And Steve” I
start. “Now that we know Nancy is okay with us -” “y/n will you
be my girlfriend?” He asks, cutting me off mid-sentence. I laugh as I nod
and I put my hand behind his neck to pull him down closer to me so I can kiss
him again. “Yes” I mumble against his lips as he kisses me again.
“But on one condition” I say as he looks down at me nodding. “You
have to sit with us at lunch” I say as he laughs and kisses the tip of my
nose. “It’s would be my pleasure” He says pulling me into his chest.
We fell asleep like this not long after with limbs intertwined and smiles on
Request: Anon- Could you please write a Ryan Ross (or Spencer if you don’t want to write Ryan) imagine about like an accidental pregnancy… Like you guys are like best friends and accidentally hooked up when you were drunk? Thanks
You wake up in a bed that’s not yours with a killer headache. You barely remember what happened last night or how you ended up where you are right now. You wince as you turn to your left towards the window with light dully beaming through the curtains which hurts your eyes. You adjust to the light and open your eyes again but your heart stops when you see who’s next to you: your best friend. He starts to stir and a soft groan falls from his lips. You look down and see your naked body wrapped up in a sheet and Ryan laying naked on his stomach, facing away from you. Oh shit. You jump out the bed and grab your clothes off the floor, putting them on as fast as you can. As soon as you pull your shirt over your head, Ryan rolls over to face you. You freeze and look at him with wide eyes. He looks down at himself and realizes he’s completely naked so he scrambles to cover himself up with the sheet.
“Ryan, did….did we….?” You trail off not wanting to say it. He nods and sighs, running a and through his hair. When he looks back up at you, tears are brimming in your eyes.
“Wait…are you crying?” You sniffle and wipe the tears running down your face. He stands up and puts his boxers on, walking over to you.
“Look, I know this is weird but-” You flinch away from his touch, not knowing how to feel about this. You slept with your best friend. Would this change everything? Would you lose your rock, the person you tell everything to? It’s all too much to take in at one time, especially considering the throbbing headache you have.
“I…I gotta go.” You grab your phone off his nightstand and pick up your shoes off the floor.
“Don’t you want me to drive you home?” He asks with sad eyes as you walk towards the door.
“I’m gonna walk. I’ll text you later.” You say before walking out of his bedroom and downstairs. You grab your hoodie off the couch on your way out the door and begin your ‘walk of shame’ home.
After about 15 minutes, you arrive at your house and unlock the door, thankful that your key is still in your pocket. The first thing you do is get in the shower. You don’t remember everything that happened last night. Matter of fact, you don’t remember most, but knowing that you had sex with your best friend who you’ve known almost all your life makes you feel gross. You get out the shower, take a couple advil, and get in you bed. You stare at the ceiling, wondering what this meant. Does he still want to be friends? Do you still want to be friends? Is it even possible? You close your eyes to try and ease your mind for a bit. You fall asleep for a couple hours and when you wake up you have 3 missed calls and 5 texts from Ryan. The last message he sent reads,
‘Please just call me, Y/N.’
You sigh and dial his number. He picks up after the third ring, sounding distressed and worried.
“Listen, Y/N, I know you’re probably really confused and upset right now but I don’t want last night to ruin what we have. Your friendship means everything to me and I can’t lose you over a drunken hookup.” You stay silent, a tear rolls down your cheek. You don’t trust your own voice so you still don’t say anything, trying to organize your thoughts before you speak.
“Please say something…” He breathes heavily.
“I don’t want to lose you either, Ryan.” I blink away the rest of the tears as he sighs in relief on the other end.
“Thank god. So…nothing weird between us? We can pretend this didn’t happen?” He asks hopefully.
“Pretend what didn’t happen? We only went out for drinks, remember?” You smirk and he chuckles.
“Yep, exactly. I’ll talk to you later, Y/N.”
You hang up and set your phone down, smiling to yourself. It feels good to know that you’re both on the same page. It would’ve sucked to lose such a good friend over something so stupid. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As the next couple weeks go by, everything was fine with you and Ryan. Just like you both wanted, nothing had changed and everything seemed to be perfect again. You and Ryan are driving home from a movie, blasting the radio as the wind coming through the sun roof blows your hair. Once you pull up at your house, he turns the music down and looks at you, putting the car in park. You exhale and let your head fall back against the seat, not wanting to get out just yet.
“Do you want me to carry you inside or…?” Ryan asks jokingly. You roll your eyes and open the car door.
“Good night….you fucking dork.” You smirk and get out the car, shutting the door and walking up to the porch.
“Night, loser!” He yells, sticking his head out the sun roof. You give him the finger before going in and shutting the door behind you. You sigh and take off your shoes before heading up the stairs and straight to your bed. You yawn and roll on your side as you drift into sleep.
You’re woken up the next morning by a gross feeling in your stomach. You weren’t drinking last night or anything so it’s completely unexplained. You lay in bed for a couple minutes hoping the feeling would just go away but it doesn’t: it gets worse. Suddenly, the nausea takes over and forces you to run to the bathroom and kneel over the toilet, emptying your stomach of everything you ate the night before. Beads of sweat drip down your forehead as you lean against the wall behind you and swallow hard. Once your pretty sure nothing else can come up you go downstairs to make yourself a cup of tea, hoping the heat will make your stomach feel better. You pick up your phone and call Ryan because it looks like you’ll be staying in all day until this stomach virus passes.
“Hello?” He answers. He sounds awake so you don’t feel bad for calling.
“Hey. What are you doing today?” You ask grabbing a mug from the cabinet and setting it on the counter.
“I got a stomach bug, wanna come over and hang out?” You grab a teabag from the box and drop it in the cup.
“Sure. Want me to bring anything?” He asks.
“Nah, I’m good….wait no, bring ice cream.” You change your mind, earning a chuckle from him.
“Alright, I’ll be there in half an hour.”
“Thanks, Ry.” You hang up as the kettle starts to whistle. You turn the fire off from under it and pour it in your mug. You add a couple spoonfuls of sugar and stir your tea before going into the living room. You sit on the couch watching some random crap on tv when there’s a knock on the door.
“It’s open!” You yell followed by the sound of the door opening. Ryan comes in with two plastic bags and sits down next to you.
“Hey, how ya feeling?” He asks to which you respond with a shrug.
“Better than I did earlier but still shitty.” He gives you a sympathetic smile.
“Well, I brought chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and four star wars dvds.” You grab the ice cream and immediately stand up to go get a spoon. You pull one out of a drawer and open the carton, spooning some out and putting the cold creamy substance in your mouth. You close your eyes, savoring the taste.
“You’re the best.” You say before taking the ice cream and going back into the living room where Ryan is putting a dvd in your Xbox.
“Well, that’s what friends are for.” He stands up and sits next to you on the couch. He wraps and arm around you and that’s how you stay for the rest of the day.
Eventually, you fall asleep and when you wake up, it’s dark. You look up at Ryan who’s smiling down at you.
“What time is it?” You asks. He checks his phone.
“11:30” You rub your eyes and yawn.
“Holy shit. Sorry I fell asleep on you.” You apologize.
“It’s cool. I just came to keep you company.” He shrugs.
“I should probably get home though, I have work in the morning.” He says as he stretches.
“Alright. Talk later?” You ask as you both stand.
“Of course.” He hugs you before walking to the door with you following.
“See ya.” You say as he leaves, shutting the door behind him.
You go back to the couch and lay down, too lazy to go back upstairs. You check your phone since you haven’t done so all day and realize that its the 13th. You should’ve started your period about 3 days ago. Your stomach twists but this time its not the nausea, its the thought of what could’ve caused it in the first place. You put your phone down and sit up as anxiety pulses through your body.
“Oh shit.” You say out loud. You waste no time, slipping on shoes and walking to the corner of your street where there’s a 24 hour drug store. You grab three pregnancy tests and go to the register, kind of embarrassed. The woman doesn’t look judgey or anything but of course you feel judged coming in here alone with no one else in the store because it’s so late. Once you pay for the tests with a few crinkled up bills, you practically run back home.
You walk right in the door because you didn’t bother to lock it on your way out. You go upstairs to the bathroom and take all three tests, pacing in front of the mirror as you wait for results. As each minute passes, your anxiety rises. You decide to wait for all three tests to show results versus reading each one as it was ready.
negative. positive. positive.
Your heart drops. What does this mean? It’s obviously Ryan’s kid. You both agreed to forget what happened but how can you do that now? Would this be the end of your friendship? Would he cut all ties with you so he doesn’t have to deal with a child? Will he try to make you get an abortion? All these questions run through your mind as you sulk back to your room and get in bed. You sit in silence and stare at the wall, thinking of all the ways this could possibly go wrong. You think about calling Ryan now but you need time to call down. You don’t want to say anything wrong and fuck everything up. You just close your eyes and try to sleep. Hopefully some rest will help you sort this all out tomorrow.
You wake up around noon, sleeping in more than usual because you were up so late. You yawn and roll over and that’s when you see the tests in the trash can. You look down at your stomach and rub your hand over it with a sigh. You know what you have to do. Ryan should be on his lunch break now so you decide to call him.
“Hello?” He answers.
“Hey, Ryan. We uh….we need to talk when you get off work.” You simply say.
“Oh, okay. Is everything alright?” He asks, becoming concerned.
“Just come over when you’re done, please.”
“O-okay. I’ll see you then, I guess.”
“Yeah…see you then.” You hang up and sit on the couch, pulling your knees to your chest and letting the tears fall down your face. Ryan gets off at 2:30 so until then, you sit on the couch, going over how you’re going to tell him that you’re pregnant with his child.
Eventually, 3pm rolls around and Ryan opens yout front door without even knocking, but that’s nothing new.
“Y/N?” He calls your name.
“In here.” You say, your voice is a little scratchy.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” He sits down on the couch next to you. You take a deep breath and close your eyes to prepare yourself.
“I’m about to tell you something that could–no–it will change our lives….” He looks at you suspiciously.
“Y/N, what the hell is going on?” You sigh.
“Ryan, I….I’m pregnant.” you breathe out shakily. He looks at you with furrowed eyebrows for a couple seconds. Then his eyes go wide with realization.
“It’s my kid…” You nod, trying to control the tears that threaten to spill. You both sit in silence for a few moments.
“So…what do you want to do?” He asks you.
“I wanna keep it but, I can’t do it by myself.” You say quietly.
“Why the fucking hell would you think that you would have to do it alone?” He asks, clearly insulted by the fact that I thought he would abandon me with his child.
“Because we’re just friends, Ryan! And I know this is impossible at this point but I still don’t wanna lose this friendship! I’m sorry.” You yell, getting frustrated. Ryan doesn’t say anything for a few moments, he just stares at his lap.
“Y/N, I already did this once but I guess I have to do it again….” He takes a deep breath and takes your hands in his.
“I love you. I always have and it doesn’t look like I’m gonna stop anytime soon. I told you the night we slept together but when you woke up you didn’t remember and I just decided it was best not to tell you. I’m not saying this to somehow guilt you into falling in love with me, but I’m not gonna leave you alone with our child. Regardless if we’re together or not, we’ll always be best friends.”
You stare into his brown eyes, unable to speak. This changes everything now. The thing running through your mind isn’t your unborn child or who’s going to raise it, its Ryan. But this isn’t anything new, is it? Hasn’t he always been the one thing running through your mind? The one person you’ve allowed yourself to open up to about everything? The one person who’s never left your side no matter what? You’ve been trying so hard to maintain your friendship with him that you didn’t think about what could happen if you just…let it happen. It’s gotta be fate at this point, right?
“Ryan, I…I…” You give up trying to speak and just lunge yourself at him, smashing your lips against his. He falls onto his back and you grab his face as you straddle his waist. You slip your tongue into his mouth and run your fingers through his hair which makes him let out the softest moan, so quiet it was barely audible. Ryan pulls back and you open your eyes to look at him.
“Y/N, I don’t want you to think you have to do this just so I’ll stick around. I already told you that I’m gonna help you raise this kid, regardless if you have feelings for me or not.” He sits up but I remain seated on his lap, a leg on either side of him.
“Ryan, I’ve always had feelings for you. But I was so worried about screwing up the relationship we already had and I didn’t realize that in order to really keep you, I had to stop holding back and completely give you my all.” He smiles genuinely at you before pulling you into his chest and holding you close.
“We’re gonna start a family together, Y/N. This is really happening…” I look up to see him smiling to himself.
“You’re gonna be an amazing dad.” You say, grabbing his hand and gently rubbing it with your thumb.
“And you’re gonna be an excellent mom.” He says, raising your intertwined hands to his mouth and kissing the back of yours.
“Ya know… this hand would look a lot better with a ring on it. It only makes sense now, don’t you think?” He says casually. You pull away from him and turn to look at his face.
“Are you….” You ask with wide eyes. He has the biggest smile on his face as he nods.
“Y/N Y/L/N, if you’ll have me, I would love to make you my wife.” Tears stream down your face but for the first time in few weeks, they’re happy tears. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder.
“We’re gonna be a family.” He says as he gently places a hand on your stomach.
“There was a feeling, not sudden, but complete, as though I had been given a small object to hold unseen in my hands. Precious as opal, smooth as jade, weighty as a river stone, more fragile than a bird’s egg. Infinitely still, live as the root of Creation. Not a gift, but a trust. Fiercely to cherish, softly to guard. The words spoke themselves and disappeared into the groined shadows of the roof.”
This story was requested by
@Lexyscissorhands! I changed it to a Reader POV, I hope you guys enjoy!
P.S. This is a story I’ve posted on my account on MIWfanfiction.com in the past, so it’s mine and NOT plagiarized!!)
Your eyes fluttered open and you yawned, looking up at Draco’s bedroom ceiling. Beautiful warm sunlight shone through his window, bathing the room in warm August light. He’d invited you to stay with him for the last two weeks before you resumed school for your final year at Hogwarts. His parents had been there when you arrived, greeting you at the door smiling, glad their son had chosen a pureblood Slytherin girl as his girlfriend. They’d showed you to the guest bedroom you’d be sleeping in- likely story- before leaving the same evening for their two-week trip to France. So far, you’d only slept in Draco’s bed, but the other bed had not gone unused.
You breathed in a deep breath and stretched your legs out, loving the way the silky sheets felt against your skin. Draco snored lightly next to you, with his white-blond morning after hair looking sexily out of place compared to his normally tame, combed back hairstyle. His arms wrapped around your waist and shoulders, holding you so close that you could feel his chest moving in and out with every breath. You glanced and the golden watch around his wrist and read 10:36AM.
Perfect time for breakfast, you thought to yourself.
You gently pulled Draco’s arms away from you and he stirred before rolling over and snoring again. You sat on the edge of his bed and picked up your panties from the floor, where they had been strewn last night. You pulled them up over your legs and stood up, searching the floor for Draco’s t-shirt. You found it and pulled it on over your head while you walked into the bathroom connected to his bedroom. You reached for your toothbrush before glancing at yourself in the mirror. You drew in a sharp breath as you noticed the deep purple string of hickies Draco had left on you last night, from right below you ear down to your collarbone. He’d always been fond of doing that, since the first time he’d ever kissed you, during your fourth year. Draco liked showing any other boy who was interested in you that you weren’t to be touched by anyone but him.
You brushed your teeth quickly before walking down to the kitchen. From the fridge you retrieved a few eggs after shoo-ing away one of the Malfoy’s many house elves, wanting to cook Draco breakfast yourself. You opened a drawer and picked out a frying pan and spatula, then headed over to the stove. You cracked three eggs into the pan and shook some salt and pepper in as you heard your boyfriend getting out of bed upstairs. The floors creaked as he walked out into the hallway above you, then down the stairs.
‘Morning, love.’ Draco said to you as he walked into the kitchen. He gave you a peck on the cheek and a quick pinch on your bum as he walked past the stove.
‘Morning, babe. How’d you sleep?’ you answered, scrambling the eggs while he turned on the coffee pot.
‘Well, it’s quite tiring to fuck the shit out of you, so I fell asleep easily after.’ he smirked, raising an eyebrow cockily at you.
‘Oh, is that right, Malfoy?’ you retorted, unable to argue. He had tired you out last night. ‘I’m making breakfast for you. Scrambled eggs, your favorite!’
‘Aw,’ he smiled. ‘That’s sweet of you. Thanks, babe.’ Draco said, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your head firmly. ‘So, what are we doing today? We could walk to the village for dinner tonight, they’ve got this really good steak I know you’d love. Or we could go swimming in our pond, I showed it to you the other day, remember, it’s just a bit back through the woods?’ he rambled, releasing you and turning to get a mug from the cupboard. ‘We could walk around the gardens some more. We own 4 acres of land, you’ve not seen it all yet..’
‘Whatever sounds good, Draco, it’s up to you.’ You answered while he poured himself a cup of coffee. He didn’t answer you. You switched off the stove and put the eggs on a plate on the counter.
Suddenly, you felt his hands back on you, on your hips this time. ‘Or..’ he whispered into your ear, before starting to roughly kiss and suck the right side of your neck. Just what you need, more hickies. His tall body was pressed up against yours, and you could feel his dick hardening through his boxers.
‘Ugh, Draco.. babe..’ you moaned, tilting your head over to give him more room as he found your sweet spot on your neck.
He started slowly sliding one of his hands up the t-shirt towards your boobs, while his other hand moved its way down and started thumbing the laced edge of your panties. All of this was really turning you on. You started to push you ass out towards his crotch, feeling his hardness against you. You turned your head slightly to meet his lips, and he started kissing your mouth roughly. Draco’s left hand had found its way up to your left boob, which he started squeezing and rubbing. His other hand quickly slid down into your panties, teasing your folds with his fingers.
‘Augh, Draco, fuck.. Don’t tease..’ you moaned against his mouth.
He pulled his mouth off of you, smirking. ‘What is it, babe? What should I do?’ His fingers slipped further into your folds, stopping before pushing them into your pussy.
‘You tease, just finger me, come on..’ you answered through gritted teeth. He’s such a tease.
‘Whatever you say, babe.’ he smirks, slipping two fingers into you and pumping. His other hand finds your nipple and rolls it between his fingers harshly.
You moaned loudly and he pushed his fingers even deeper. Draco had always been good with his fingers, and he liked making you writhe and squirm under him. His thumb found your clit and he started rubbing circles on it. You threw your head back in ecstasy, and he takes the opportunity to start sucking on your neck again.
His fingers started thrusting into your g-spot and you screamed out in bliss.
‘Draco, fuck! Shit, fucking- augh!’
This made him laugh into your neck. You don’t normally swear much, and he always found it amusing when he got you cursing.
You could feel your orgasm coming as he started pumping faster. Your breath sped up as his hand came off you boob and back down around your waist, pulling you close. Draco knew you were close to coming, and he started moving his thumb on your clit faster.
‘Draco, babe- I’m gonna-’ you moaned between your short breaths. He removed his lips from your neck.
‘Come on Y/N, come for me. Go on, babe.’ he whispered before you came all over his fingers. ‘Good girl.’ He smiled as you turned around.
‘Jump,’ Draco commanded, wrapping both of his arms around your bum. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you over to a clear space of counter before setting you down and pulling down his boxers. The counters were fairly low (customized so it would be easy for both house-elves and wizards to cook), and he was quite tall, so he could fuck you comfortably from the given position.
‘Ready, babe?’ Draco asked, positioning himself at your entrance and raising his eyebrows at you. You nodded, and he thrust himself into you at full strength. He sped up, pounding you relentlessly, groaning with every thrust. His eyes were twisted shut and you could see him running his tongue against the back of his teeth. You threw your head back and moaned, his thickness filling you up, hitting your sweet spot every time. You’d never had sex with anyone else, but you couldn’t imagine it being any more satisfying than this.
‘Babe, you’re so tight- fuck-’ Draco groaned out to you. You leaned forward to kiss his neck and one of his hands moved from your hips to the back of your neck, pulling you close.
Soon after, you could feel his orgasm coming quickly. Yours was not far behind.
‘Gonna cum.’ he moaned out through gritted teeth. You nodded, keeping your eyes twisted shut in pleasure.
You felt Draco twitch inside of you before he released, triggering you. You came, and then he pulled you down off the counter, standing you up gently before kissing you on the lips.
A request in which you’re grocery shopping with Ian and he’s acting all clingy and touching you all the time (basically like a child).
“Ian.” Poke. “Ian.” Another poke. “Ian, wake up.” The poking
didn’t stop and Ian reluctantly opened his eyes. “Are you awake?!” you sang a bit too loudly for his liking.
“I am now…” he answered, but he said it so lowly he doubted you heard him. He yawned, trying to focus his
gaze by blinking a couple of times. When it cleared up, he saw you grinning above him. ‘Shit,
did I fell asleep?’ He stood up a bit in the armchair, yawning again then
frowning. ‘Obviously, you retard.’ He hated waking up, despite being woken by your lovely presence. He was
half-asleep, so to say—he was just pretending to be cause maybe then you’ll
leave him alone. But judging by your lively expression, seems like that was likely not going to happen. “What do you want?” he groans, being the grumpy-self
he was after a nap. He pushes your face away when you lean in to try to kiss
him, but then smiles lightly when he sees you weren’t going to give up. He lets you
kiss him on the cheek, then groans again, oh so annoyed.
“Babeeeeee…” you used your whiny tone, batting your
eyelashes in his direction—a clear sign that you wanted something from him.