The last place Clarke expected to run into anyone she knows is the literal middle of the ocean, but the cruise ship has barely left port before she spots a familiar head of tousled curls ahead of her in the crowd.
She loses sight of him before she can get a good look, so she chalks it up to her imagination. It’s entirely possible that Bellamy is on the same cruise she is– they did, after all, both just graduate, and therefore have the same budget and scheduling constraints– but she tells herself it probably isn’t him. And that even if it is him, it’s not like they’re going to run into each other.
So of course the next day she’s on one of the decks by the pool when a shadow falls over her and his voice says, “Is this chair taken?”
Clarke pushes her sunglasses up on top of her head and wrinkles her nose at him.
“I don’t know, I my tiara really ought to have a chair of its own.”
Bellamy smirks and sits on the edge of the chair, not moving her stuff– not yet– but settling in to bicker with her. As is their custom.
She and Bellamy were RAs in the same dorm two years ago, and they had differing ideas at first about how hands-on they needed to be with their freshmen. Despite the way they picked at each other, by the end of the year they’d become reluctant allies, his calling her ‘Princess’ taking on less of a sneer and more of a teasing edge, her comebacks laced with a smile. They had each other’s backs.
But she didn’t re-up her RA contract for her senior year, and he did, and they’re not the type of friends to outright admit they miss each other, so she hasn’t seen nearly as much of him in the past couple of semesters as she would like.
“You here with Wells?”
“And Raven,” she nods. “I was saving those seats for them, but I’m pretty sure they ditched me to have tiny cabin sex.”
“O and Lincoln ditched me pretty fast too. I think they’ve all forfeited their right to a saved seat,” he grins, passing her bag back to her. The way he lounges back in the chair, skin already browning, wind ruffling his hair, he looks like something straight out of an ad. Or Clarke’s fantasies. Either one, really.
Just because she used to think he was a Class-A dick (which he is, but not in the way she thought. In the fun way.) doesn’t mean she’s never noticed how great his hands are, or how he’s got perfect hair for pulling, or how there’s probably more than one way to wipe a smirk off his face.
“Sure, make yourself at home,” she grumbles. He grins at her and pulls his shirt off, which is– honestly just so unfair.
A/N: Alright! There’s only 2 parts left! I awrote this part over several days, so if something is repeated a couple of times, that’s why. I hope you enjoy it! I had fun writing it, so yeah! Tell me what you think!
had passed, and if you were going to be honest, you barely remembered any of
it. You remembered waking up with your head on Tom’s chest, a part you really
wished you could forget. You had a strange tingling feeling in your stomach,
whenever you thought about how he had had his arm around you. You tried your
best to ignore it, but the feeling just wouldn’t go away.
He had also
acted differently this morning. He actually talked to you, and even smiled at
you. A different smile then the cocky smile he usually had plastered on his
lips. It was kinder. More genuine.
decided to join you on set today. He said it was to keep the act up, and that
he would seem like a supportive husband. You didn’t like the idea one bit,
especially considering you had to film a sex scene today, and you really didn’t
want him there. Should you tell him? You didn’t quite understand why it
mattered as much as it did, but you really just didn’t want him there.
getting really comfortable around your co-actors, and you feared it would just
be awkward with Tom around.
don’t have to be here. Not today at least. It’s going to be really boring. You
can still just go back home, if you want?” You said, as you entered the set.
“I want to
be here. I think we should start spending more time together, and this is a
great way to start” He answered, the kind smile still on his lips.
starting to wonder what happened in the weekend. Something must have happened,
because he acted much differently today. And he suddenly wanted to spend more
time with you? Why? Had you said something? You didn’t even want to ask him,
scared of the answer.
well. Just not today. We’re kinda filming-a-sex-scene” You mumbled the last
part, hoping he didn’t hear it.
of show is this? First a lap-dance, and now a sex scene? You could’ve warned
me, before we got here!” The kind smile was gone, and now looked annoyed
instead. What was up with his mood swings?
do you care?” You asked him. He didn’t get a say. You weren’t even an actual
couple, so he didn’t have the right to be annoyed over a sex scene.
“Oh I don’t
know. We are married. Don’t you think I should know, when you’re going to sleep
with someone else?” He asked harshly. He was really acting weird today. He
seemed jealous, but that just didn’t make sense to you. Why would he be
going to actually sleep with him, you moron. And you really need to get a hang
of yourself, because I already pretty sick of you” You warned him. You hadn’t
even started filming, and he was already a pain in the ass.
We’ll excuse me for not wanting to see my wife pretend to have sex with some
guy!” Now he was yelling, and people from the crew started starring at you.
home! I told you not to come. If you’re going to be this much of an asshole, I don’t
want you here” You voice was calm, but still filled with anger. You knew he
knew that, and from the expression in his eyes, he was more than angry too.
without saying a word, and you walked towards your co-actors. The girl, who was
starting to become you best friend, shot you a look.
paradise?” she asked, and you gave her a nod.
just say, that today his personality matches his genitalia. A huge dick” You
were still annoyed, but the laughs from the others helped a little on the mood.
You chatted for a bit, before you started filming.
got back home, you were surprised to find the apartment empty, and just like
you had left it this morning. That meant Tom hadn’t been home all day, which
made you wonder where the hell he was. You didn’t want to deal with him anyway,
so it was fine, but you still wanted to know where he was.
to take place on the couch, and catch up with some tv-shows. Lucifer had just
started a new season, and you were already 2 episodes behind. Not to mention Riverdale
starting as well, so you had enough to watch.
the second episode of Lucifer, Tom stumbled in the door. He couldn’t walk
straight. He couldn’t even hold his normally good posture. Even a blind idiot
could tell he was way past just being drunk. He was wasted.
Darling, you’re home!” His voice was raspy, and he stumbled a bit over the
words. “How did… uh. How did the scene go?”
fine. Unlike you. If throw up, you’re cleaning it yourself” You warned him. You
were still annoyed with him. He had no right to act the way he did today.
“Does he do
a better job than me?” He asked, sounding irritated again. He just kept
standing in the middle of the room, swaying a bit from side to side.
“Why do you
care?” You asked him bluntly.
married! So excuse me, for not liking the thought of you with someone else!” He
yelled, and you rolled your eyes. You wasn’t sure if it was him, or the alcohol
“Last time I
checked, we’re not a real couple, so you don’t get to be jealous!” You yelled
back at him.
tell me what to do, or how to feel! I took care of you all weekend! And I didn’t
ask for nothing in return! And then you just drop the sex scene bomb on me like
that!” He yelled frustrated.
“Oh, I get
it! You’re mad that I didn’t rehearse this scene with you, is that what it is?
If that’s the case, you’re going to stay mad for a long time, because guess
what! I don’t want to sleep with you” You snapped at him, as you stood up from
know that a lie. You want it just as much as I do!” His speech was clear now,
and he almost seemed sober, when he walked towards you. As he got close to you,
you could feel his hot breath. “And I really love it when you moan my name”
you go fuck yourself, because that’s the only scenario where you’ll actually
get some” You glared at him, not letting it show that he was right. You did
want him. You blamed it the period hormones, that hadn’t completely left your
body. At least that’s what you tried to tell yourself.
just so sassy. Do you have any idea, how much your snarky comebacks turns me
on?” He whispered in your ear, sending a cold shiver down your spine. “I just
want to shut you up, every time. You have no idea what you do to me”
going to happen Tom. We haven’t even been on an actual date, so you don’t have
the right to be jealous” You gently pushed him away, but even in his drunk
state, he was strong. He stayed close to you.
really enjoy us together, and I don’t want someone else taking my place. Like I
told your mom, the sex is amazing” He said in a low voice.
care, Tom! Sure, the sex is great, but I want more than that! I want an actual
relationship, and you’re just not the guy to have that with. You’re an arrogant
asshole, who’s also really jealous. You would think that someone with that big
of an ego, would be more confident in himself” You pushed him a little harder
this time, and walked pass him to the kitchen.
have a big ego! And I’m not an arsehole! I want a relationship too, you know. I
wouldn’t mind if it was with you, because I would never really have to worry
about when to propose and stuff” He said, as he followed you to the kitchen.
are. You are an asshole to me! And not having to propose is maybe the worst reason
to be in a relationship. I just feel so loved, when that’s the reason you bring
up!” You turned to look at him, so he could see how mad he made you.
mean to be an idiot, okay! You just make me so… I don’t know! You do something
to me, and I can’t explain it! I love it when we fight. I loved it so much,
when I shut you up by kissing you. I want to do it every time we fight, and it’s
so hard not to” He said with a smirk.
stood there for a moment, trying to figure out what to say or do. You hadn’t
been able to listen to song anymore, because all you could think of was Tom.
You had to admit that he did something to you as well, but you would never
admit it to him.
just sex. Do you even know anything about me? Like, what’s my favourite colour?
Or my favourite food? Something?” You asked him. You did want more, but you
knew Tom wasn’t the right guy. You wanted someone who could be there for you,
emotionally as well, and you weren’t sure Tom could do that. He didn’t care
about you, beside when it came to sleeping with you. Not that you cared about
him, of course. Because you didn’t, right? So it made no sense, that the
thought of Tom not caring, made you a bit upset.
colour is red. It’s the colour you wear the most. Your bedsheet is red. Every
time you buy something, you always go for the red. You’re favourite food is hot
pasta and meatballs. In the past month, it’s the dish you’ve made the most
times, and it’s the dish you look happiest eating” He answered bluntly, taking
you a bit by surprise. Did he really notice all of that? Did he really pay
attention to you?
know you knew that. Or that you even paid attention” You mumbled, looking away
do. Much more than you think” He said, almost sounding upset. You looked up at
him, to find him biting his lip. You didn’t know what to say. The fact that he
paid attention to you, made you happy. Happier, then you could admit to yourself.
know something about me, so you can use it to annoy me? If not, then why are
you always such a jerk. Like today?” You asked. You couldn’t let yourself believe
that he actually cared, because there was no way that he actually did.
Because I… Well. I just don’t know how to act around you. Apparently, we hate
each other, but I don’t hate you. I don’t even dislike you. After this weekend,
I’m not really sure if you hate me or not. So I don’t really know if I should
stop being an idiot or not. It’s really confusing!” He fumbled a bit over the
words, and he didn’t look at you once.
what he said, but once again. You couldn’t just let yourself believe that he
might actually like you. There was a lot a physical attraction between the two
of you, but that was all it was, right? It’s wasn’t really Tom talking, it was
just the alcohol. It had to be.
It’s just the alcohol. You don’t mean that. Saying that, won’t get me to sleep
with you.” You rolled your eyes as you spoke.
“I mean it!
I think I actually like you. I mean, I do! You made me realize that this
weekend, and that’s really annoying” He said, this time looking directly at
me when you’re sober. That won’t happen, so we’ll just blame it on the alcohol.
Then in just over a month, we’ll get divorced and we’ll never have to see each
other again.” You said. You weren’t really sure who you were talking to. Were
you trying to convince him to come with some big declaration of his love for
you, or were you trying to protect your own feeling from a potential heartbreak.
“Can we not
talk about this right now” He groaned.
“Go to bed,
Tom. You’re way too drunk” You sighed.
were surprised that he didn’t even try to argue with you. You were pleased that
he didn’t, because you really didn’t want to deal with him right now.
You got him
into the bed, and under the duvet, without either of you saying a word. Just as
you were about to leave his room, he grabbed your wrist.
go” He said in a low voice, and you looked down at him. His brown eyes were
begging you to stay, and you didn’t know how you could turn down those eyes. “Stay.
We don’t have to do anything, just please stay. I like having you close”
“If I stay,
will you go to sleep?” You asked. You were getting too tired to fight him on
it. You would never admit it to him, but you did actually like being close to
him as well.
He gave you
a quick nod, and with a sigh you went under the duvet. The heat from his body
made you relax, and you felt a strange tingling feeling in your stomach as he
put his arm around you. Could you really be in love with this idiot?
Tom” You said, as your mind was racing. All the little things he had said. He
paid attention to you, he actually cared about you.
Request:Heyyyyy :) I really, really like your writing and I was just wondering if you could pretty please do something with my favorite little cutie pie Will Byers??? I don’t have anything too specific, just something at the end of season 2 I guess like at the snow ball. And since I’m a little shy maybe have the reader be shy also lol (Will and I could be two adorkably shy beans lol). Thanks, hun. :)
Warnings: Some bullying (don’t worry hun you kick his ass)
A/N: OMG I am so sorry for taking this long to write this, writers block is a curse. But I hope you still enjoy this :) I didn’t spent as much time as I could have editing, I wanted to post it as soon as I finished, so sorry for any typos, just tell me if you spot one :)
BTS Reaction: having to break up with their idol gf because of her entertainment rules (she can't date) [requested]
*I am sorry I am so late with this.
Sorry for any errors.
“I don’t give a fuck about what they say. I don’t think we should break up.” he said blankly. “They can shove those rules up their ass.”
“Yoongi, it wasn’t just a suggestion they threw at me. I have to break up with you or they are going to kick me out.”
“No they won’t, trust me. I have seen other trainees get away with alot more!”
“It doesn’t matter what other trainees do, it matters what I do! You know I have gone through so much shit to get to this point and now I am finally going to debut! You know this dream means so much to me!”
“…But don’t I mean something to you? You don’t even want to fight for us! I know if this was the other way around, you would be begging me to do everything i could for us to stay together, so why aren’t you doing the same?”
“Yoongi, I am in no position to go against authority. You know this.”
He looked back at you with blank expression. The only signal of any type of emotion was him clenching his jaw. “..;Fine. I guess we are broken up then.”
You let out a deep sigh. “Namjoon.”
“Just let me talk to them. Maybe I can convince them to let us stay together.”
You grabbed his hands, holding them tight. “Namjoon, I got lucky that I got away with a warning. I don’t want to risk getting in anymore trouble.”
He nodded at you in understanding.
“So we have to break up.” your voice cracked as you repeated that sentence.
He nodded again, feeling his lip tremble. “Ah, I get it. I had the same rules too… I don- I don’t know. I was hoping the rules would be different by now…” He looked up at you only to see you crying. “Baby, don’t cry.” he said bringing you in to a hug.
You nestled your crying face in the crook if his neck. “Baby, its for the best.” He said softly. “You are going to do performances, and get more fans and do fan signings and be on tv and on the radio. You are going to be able to do all that because of all the work you put in and all the talent you have. You don’t need me annoying you for attention when you are going to be the biggest female idol out there.” He whispered.
He let out a nervous chuckle. “Hm, I kinda expected this whole meet up to be over something different.” He tried to keep his voice up beat, but it was too hard..
“If i had it my way, it would just be another date… but i had to say this before things got anymore serious between us.” you mumbled as you played with your fingers. You couldn’t get yourself to look up at him. You knew if you did, you would probably start crying.
“Well, this doesn’t mean a complete break right? Like, we can still talk every now and then right? Maybe meet up and hang out every so often? We can still be friends right?” He asked optimistically.
You let a heavy breath. He didn’t want to be away from you just much as you didn’t want to be away from him. It made this whole thing hurt even more. “Yeah!” you lied.
You knew you wouldn’t handle being friends with V, it would hurt too much. If he was going to be in your life, you wanted him to be a huge part of it, anything less wasn’t gonna cut it.
You snuck a peek at him. He had a frown on his face as he stared into space. He knew you were lying. He knew staying in touch wasn’t going to work, but he just wanted to have hope.
When he caught you staring, he tried to smile. “Well my friend, I guess it is bye for now, you have practice in the morning.” he said softly.
“I don’t see why we have to break up though.” he repeated for the fourth time.
“Those are the rules!”
“I know those are the rule, but there are ways around them!” He insisted.
You looked back at him through blurry vision. “Jimin, there is no way around this.”
“They said you can’t date, but want does it mean to “date”? We can just stay the way we are, we just won’t giving each other a label! We don’t have use the labels boyfriend/girlfriend.If we are “just friends” they can’t do anything about it.” he reasoned.
“They could still kick me out…” those words quickly broke his spirit. “Fans could hate on me, attack me, they could hate on my group and reject us to the point that we disband…There is to much on the line right now Jimin, and you know that.”
He stayed quiet.
“I care for you so much Jimin, I want us to stay together, but it isn’t just me that has their dream on the line. I can’t put the rest of my members through anymore trouble just because I am being selfish. Two of my other members broke up with their boyfriends, what right do I have to go against the company?”
Still, he was silent.
You cupped his face, gliding your thumbs over his cheeks for what would be the last time.“I don’t want to end us… but for now we can’t be the way we are.” you said in a low hush.
He leaned in for a kiss. His soft lips on yours were for what felt like only a split second before he pulled away. “…I know…” he frowned.
It was early in the morning and he struggled to get last minute sleep as he and the rest of BTS were crammed in a van and were being driven off to a TV studio to do some performance on some show.
He couldn’t care less about the things around him, all he wanted to do was go back to sleep and return to a dream he had the night before, a dream that Y/n was in. He hadn’t seen her in months and then suddenly he had a dream about her. He didn’t realize how much he missed her until now.
It was in his failed attempts to go back to dreamland and that he saw it. He looked out the window and saw a huge picture of Y/n. She and the rest of her band mates were plastered on a billboard advertising their next comeback.
“But I don’t want to!”
“Niether do I, but I have to” she whimpered, tears rolling down her cheeks.
He wiped his own away, trying to steady his voice again.”But we’ve already been dating for a year now, why do they suddenly want us to break up?!?”
Y/n hid her face in her hands.”I never told them.” she confessed. “That is why my manager got so pissed the other day when he saw you kiss me.”
He ran his fingers fingers through his hair. “You haven’t been kicked out, so does this mean you are on probation?” he asked in a serious tone.
She nodded. “One more screw up and I’m out.” she said with a cracking voice. “The only reason they didn’t kick me out is because we debuted. They don’t want the rest of the girls to look bad just because I fucked up.” she sobbed.
“You didn’t fuck up. It’s just the fucked up rules that’s all.” he mumbled.
That was all he could remember as he looked at the poster of Y/n and her group. She was a beautiful as ever up on that poster. Her smile was wide as could be as she stood at the front of her group. He remembered all that times she cried to him over how stressed she was and how nervous she was over debuting. He remembered how lonely he has been without her, but seeing her up on that poster, all he could think was. “She did it!”
“You can’t be serious?” he huffed
“He made me an example and yelled at me in front of all the other trainees… All my members hate me right now.” You sniffled, holding back your tears. “I was so scared. I thought he was going to kick me out!”
He pulled you into a hug. “It’s gonna be alright.” he whispered to you. “We’ll… Ok- we’ll just have to break up…” he sighed.
“But Kookie, I don’t want to. I really don’t.” you said into his chest, gripping on to his sweater.
“How many years have you trained?” he asked randomly
You looked up at him. “Huh?”
“How many years have you trained?” he repeated.
“And how many hours do you sleep a night because of all the practice?”
“And how long have you wanted to be an idol?”
“…For as long as I can remember.’ you answered softly.
“See, you don’t want to throw away a dream like that. You don’t want to put in all that work in for nothing.” He said with a shaky voice. “Don’t ruin your plans just for me.”
“I knew this was all too good to be true.” He groaned.
You stayed quiet with your head hanging low.
“I should have known better.” he whispered more to himself. “I was so stupid to think that they would change the rules just because you were with me.”
“But it was worth a shot.” you whimpered as you wiped your tears away.
He brought you into a loose hug, too sad to really move his arms.
That was when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and soon the ringtone you had for your manager began to ring. You knew why he was calling so you didn’t bother to pick up the phone. “Jin… I have to go. They only gave me enough time to break up.” You said softly.
His arms tightened around you, yours tightening around him and he gave you a last kiss.
“Bye Jin.” you said as you left out the door without a second look.
“Bye Y/n.” he said, standing in an empty room and staring longingly at the door you left from.
A/N: I had my first request sent into my inbox. Thanks for trusting me enough to write something for you, I feel like what I write is trash. I don’t want to make this a series but I can see this being longer than one part haha. ALSO I suck at coming up with titles as you can see
Request: can i request a yoongi or jhope fanfic? im not creative maybe where you’re both famous rappers and he has a huge crush on you i cant think of a plot (sorry) so surprise me! :) but i would like angst and fluff :)) thank you in advance if you decide to do it!! 💕💕
Pairing: J-hope x Reader (Ugh I love this little ball of sunshine so much I can’t stop writing about him.)
Summary: You and J-hope are both rappers and he seems to have a huge crush on you although you have always failed to see it.
Ahhh! I've been looking for a blog with open requests thank you thank you! Can I have RFA +Saeran walking in on MC playing an instrument like really well? Like she'd been hiding it but they Caught her? Thank you! I would love you 5ever lololol
Maybe this isn’t as fluffy as you wanted, I tried to give MC some motivation for not wanting to play, and some of them are kinda sad, but I hope you still enjoy this!
RFA + Saeran reacting to MC playing an instrument really well
You told him you used to play violin as a kid, but never showed him, alleging you were rusty
It was one of his rehearsals on stage, you were watching this in your seat
When there was a problem with the sound system, the pre-recorded soundtrack from one of the song wasn’t working
He immediately looks at you and tells somebody in the staff to get a violin asap
“Come on, babe! You’ve got this!” “Zen, it’s been too long! It will sound awful!” “So my melodic and soothing voice will muffle any bad sounds. Please? I just need something to set the mood for my solo!”
How can you say ‘no’ to his pleading eyes? You agree hesitatingly. The staff guy hands you a violin.
Zen starts to sing as you gently move the bow on the violin’s chords. It starts a little rough, but you get used to it pretty quickly.
Everybody is staring at you, and Zen stops singing to watch you. Shit! Is it that bad? You stop immediately, puzzled.
“Babe, it’s wonderful!” he hugs you, and all the staff go “awwwww”.
Now he never rehearses his songs without your violin soundtrack.
You showed him photos of when you used to be on marching band at school
Yeah, he always wondered why there was a big tuba hidden on your closet, he never thought you actually played it, this thing seems so big for you
He begs you to play a little for him, you refuse telling how long has it been, you probably don’t even know how to do this anymore.
So he takes the tuba and tries to blow, it’s so cute because he’s so red and it can’t even make a sound.
He tries and tries, but bless his heart, he’ll pass out due to lack of oxygenation on the brain if he keeps going with this.
So you gently take the tuba and give him a few tips about how to properly breathe and how to place your lips correctly, showing him to do it in the process.
Then you realize you’re actually playing the tuba, and he’s watching you with all the attention in the world.
Did he just trick you to play to him? Oh, behind that cute face, there’s a mischievous brain…
“Oh, I think I got it, MC. Let me try again!” Nah, not really, he really just wanted to learn how to play.
He manages to make a very weak sound to come out of the tuba, and you aren’t even able to tease him as how much he’s celebrating to his little improvement.
She notices you have the tendency of drumming your fingers on the table, you always apologize if it’s annoying her
But it’s never annoying, because it sounds really rhythmical, as if you knew exactly how to drum.
She asks you and you shyly explain you used to play drum, actually, you were on a band in high school
You showed the photos and she loves it, you looked really cool back then, she would never say it out loud, but you looked “badass”
She wants to see you play so much, but you brush it off telling your old drum is at your parent’s place and you’re very rusty.
But she keeps begging, and you’re such a sucker when she pleads you just like that. Also, it’s a great excuse to take her to meet your parents lolololol
So there you are in your old room, she can’t hold back a chuckle seeing all the rock band posters, you were so different back then…
But yeah, probably not that different when you hit the drumsticks against each other says: “1… 2… 1, 2, 3, 4!” and start playing.
You even get a little cocky twirling one of the drumsticks in the palm of your hand before hitting the drums. You just really want to impress her.
Your father knocks at the door telling you to shut it down, and you immediately stop, he thinks you’re obeying him, but you just stopped to make out with your girlfriend.
Yeah, nothing much changed since you were a teenager, after all.
C & R just bought a record company, the fist artists to sign up are this rock band
Even though he hates it, Jumin is doing PR and meeting the guys, he brought you along to make this bearable
You’re trying so hard not to fangirl, you love this band and are so happy they are making a comeback under your fiancée’s label record!!!
Jumin is bored as shit, but he keeps smiling and posing to the photos with the band.
One of the photographers suggests he should hold the bass, he refuses and passes it to you. “Here, why don’t you do it?” you look at him, puzzled.
You awkwardly take the bass and run your fingers on the chords, it’s been a while… “Do you play?” one of the guys in the band asks.
“She used to.” Jumin answers for you “See how it feels natural on her hands?” you’re blushing hard, it’s too hard to handle this interaction between your fiancée and the guy you used to have this huge crush when you were younger, and they’re talking about you!
The guys keep encouraging you to play a little, and how wouldn’t you do it? All the men you love are expecting this from you! So you play a famous bass line from one of their band’s songs.
The guys are cheering you and Jumin smiles softly. You told him how you had to sell your bass to pay a few bills and how much you missed to play it.
Luckily enough, now you’re earning this bass with the autographs from all the band’s members a a gift. Jumin can’t hold back his own smile seeing you so happy.
But his smile fades away as the guys get too excited about you, telling they want to take you on tour and everybody would pay attention to a bass player like you.
You smile politely, step away a little and hold Jumin’s hand. He’s not the rock star of your teenage dreams, he’s just… something even better. And you’re more into private jam sessions right now, with just you fiancée as your audience.
Due to the background check, he is pretty aware of your passion for jazz and how you used to play the sax when you were a teenager.
He didn’t find any videos of you playing, though. What a shame…
But he knows you keep a sax on your closet, and he’s dying to watch you perform a little to him.
You are not sure what you’re looking at when he invites you to come over. He’s wearing a black beret, round shaped glasses, a black turtleneck sweater and black pants.
“MC, I would be so glad if we could inspire each other. I wrote this spoken word piece, would you play a little?”
“Saeyoung, it’s been so long.” “Oh, but what is time, MC? If nothing but this old man holding his pocket watch, watching us through his thick lens of despair, despairing at how much time he lost without living the fullest…” he talks dramatically, doing some contemporary dance moves with his arms.
Yeah, you have nothing to say, better put your lips on the sax’s mouthpiece and go along with whatever he’s trying to do.
As he keeps reciting something about space cats and salty and sweet flavors of HBC and Dr. Pepper dancing in his mouth, you just focus on playing the sax.
Why did you ever stop doing this? Yeah, maybe you couldn’t be a pro as you wished, but playing just for fun is awesome too, you shouldn’t have been so hard on yourself.
Saeyoung apparently agrees, as he’s watching you, mesmerized. He even stopped reciting his great poem just to listen to you and be transported to New Orleans, circa 1922.
When you finish, he’s applauding you. This will definitely be the main subject on his next poem.
He also has a background check of you, and he knows you play piano! He even managed to get some videos of you doing recitals as a kid and as a teenager.
He lost count of how many times he watched those, and every single time, he whispered to himself: “So… fucking… cute!”
He would love to watch you live, but how could he manage to get a piano?
You’re organizing a RFA party, the first one since he officially joined the organization, he doesn’t care about anything , he just wants a piano at the party.
As the party is happening, you keep watching the piano player, Saeran notices and observes your fascinated face, you look like you’re on a trance.
“You alright?” “Yeah, sure, it’s just… I used to play piano to my sister when she was alive. I… didn’t feel like playing when she left. Is this silly?” oh… now he feels like an asshole, this piano is giving you bad memories!
“No, It’s not silly, I guess…” “Yeah… so hey, let’s get back to work!” and then everything felt wrong about that piano there. Shit, what was he thinking? He really thought you would just see the piano and feel this urge to play it? Stupid! That’s what he gets from daydreaming so much about you.
When the party is over, you two are working on make sure everything turned out as planned. He sees the empty room, and the piano there… ugh, he feels sick! And he can’t even look at you.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” “I’m sorry about the piano thing, okay? I thought you would like to play as soon as you would see it, I didn’t know, I…” “Hey, it’s fine! Don’t worry!”
You chuckle “That’s why you were so insistent on the piano?” he’s blushing. And he’s even redder when you sit on the bench. “Any requests from the audience?”
“Hey! You don’t need to do this for me! Come on!” “Nah, I want to, it’s been a while I don’t play to someone who’s so willing to listen. So… got any request?”
He loves everything you play, and he catches himself sitting beside you, completely hypnotized by your focused eyes and your agile fingers.
But what he really likes is when you teach him to play a few notes of “Three Blind Mice”. Your sister always smiled when you played this one, it was almost like the smile you’re receiving right now from him. Turning bad memories into good ones is so overwhelming.
A/N: I can’t remember who I saw post about needing some sweet Sam fics, but that’s what got me to thinking about this one. Then, I stumbled upon a list of beautiful words in the English language, and it was like it was meant to be. And the result of that pairing is this little one shot. Hope you love it, and as usual, all feedback is welcomed and appreciated. Let me know if you wanted to be added or removed from my tag list.
Warnings: Fluffy, fluff; mild language; mentions of sexiness and nudity
Word Count: 1300-ish
“What the hell are you muttering about this early in the morning, Sam Winchester?” Y/N grumbled sleepily and wiggled deeper under the covers, snuggling back against him as she did so.
“You heard me,” he chuckled softly, wrapping his arm around her tightly and kissing the back of her head. “You are a somnambulist.”
She sighed lazily, smiling but never opening her eyes. Leave it to her nerdy Sam to spring a vocabulary lesson on her at the crack ass of dawn. “You’re a somna-whatever-the-ist,” she muttered back weakly, not having a clue what the silly word even meant.
He snorted in amusement at the pitiful comeback. “You are almost as bad as Dean in the witty comeback department, Y/N.”
Summary// Topic of marriage & kids comes up and Rollins gets mad at reader for being so persistent when she knows he doesn’t want that.
A/N: Hope you guys enjoy :) I haven’t forgotten about the requests, they’re all currently being worked on!
After a long date night, you and Seth had grabbed some froyo and were sitting down on a little bench, enjoying each other’s company. Two little babies chasing each other around a water fountain caught your attention. A huge smile appeared on your face as you watched them run around, giggling and screaming. You only peeled your eyes away from them to look up at Seth for a moment and imagine your future with him.
“What?” He laughed, slightly confused as he looked down at you and wondered why you were staring at him like that.
“Nothing, I just can’t wait to see what our kids look like.” You smiled, setting your yogurt cup down so that you could wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head against his shoulder.
“You know how I feel about that, Y/N.” He said quietly. You’d heard that sentence maybe about fifty times by now. It bothered you, but you always thought it was a joke or that he wasn’t serious. You figured once he truly found the one he would want to get married and have children. You still shrugged it off, hoping that he’d change his mind one day.
“Seth…” You whined, unwrapping your arms from around him and sitting up again. “Can’t you for once just not shut the idea down right away? It’s so hurtful.”
“And play with the idea of it?” He scoffed, shaking his head. “No, I can’t. I don’t want to. Plus, even if I did, you’d then accuse me of leading you on and giving you false hope.”
“It’s not giving me false hope by just letting me talk about it without being so mean and telling me to basically stop.” You responded, getting up and throwing your yogurt away before grabbing your bag.
This was such a routine now, once you’d stood up and thrown away your untouched food or drink, he knew it was time to leave. He followed you towards the car, shaking his head and mumbling stuff like ‘you always do this,’ ‘can’t we just enjoy one night out,’ and other dumb things you didn’t bother listening to.
Once you reached the car you got inside, closing the door a little bit rougher than usual just to show him how upset you really were. He stopped moving your relationship forward after you two moved in together. That’s as far as it would go. Cohabitation.
“Wanna slam it any harder?” He asked you angrily, starting the car. “This shit needs to stop. It’s getting old. I’ve told you that I don’t want a family, multiple times. What don’t you understand?”
You didn’t respond. You stared out of the window, praying that you’d get home quick so that you could wash off all your makeup and go to sleep. You wanted a life that he didn’t, but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him. You loved him too much and sometimes you swore you’d be lost without him.
Much to your luck, you guys hit traffic soon after entering the freeway. You groaned and leaned back against the seat, your eyes glued to the million brake lights you were seeing. Seth was still repeating your name and trying to get you to speak, but you weren’t having it.
That was typical Seth, though, he would feel bad soon after hurting your feelings and he’d do his best to make it right. You loved that about him. You loved everything about him.
“Y/N, stop being a brat, dammit.” His voice grew louder, and you turned to face him with the dirtiest look on your face.
“I’m being a brat? Me? For being upset over the fact that the man I love doesn’t love me enough to marry me or have cute chubby babies with me?!” Your voice was up there with his now, close to full on yelling.
“Yes, you’re being a brat. Why can’t we live happy lives without a stupid paper and kids?” He sighed, keeping his eyes on the road, which was slightly clearing up now.
Again, you didn’t respond. What was there left to say? You guys have said it all up to this point, someone would have to be a genius to give you two more comebacks and ideas.
Once you finally got home, you quickly disappeared into the house and ran up to the room you two shared. You stripped down to your underwear and tied your hair up into a bun, heading towards the bathroom. You peeled your false lashes off and set them to the side as you waited for the water to warm up. You rolled your eyes when you saw him leaning against the doorframe, looking down at you. This lingerie wasn’t for him, at least not anymore.
“Go. I don’t want you to see me like this. You don’t deserve it.” You pouted, trying your best to push him out of the bathroom. He was too heavy and didn’t move an inch, though. You let out a frustrated sigh once you realized he wasn’t going anywhere. You moved back to stand in front of the mirror, grabbing a makeup wipe and gently running it across your face.
You closed your eyes once you ran it over your eyeshadow, and that’s when you felt his strong arms wrap around your waist from behind. You didn’t waste a second dropping the wipe and again, doing your best to push him away.
“No. We’re never having sex again unless it’s to try for a baby.” Your tone was serious, and a large part of you meant it. Enough is enough. Yeah, you knew his stance from the start, but he also knew yours. Who was right? You don’t know.
“Fuck off, man.” He laughed, his arms still wrapped around your waist. Except this time, your body was facing his. That’s when you really felt hurt. When he laughed and completely took it as a joke. The ‘fuck off’ didn’t help.
“No, seriously, let go of me. Go sleep.” You mumbled, your voice close to cracking if you continued any longer.
He let go of you but he didn’t leave, folding his arms and watching you as you washed the rest of your makeup off. “We don’t need those things to be happy.”
“Yes we do. We’re happy now but I won’t always be happy just living together. Who doesn’t want that? Who doesn’t want kids with the person they want to spend the rest of their lives with? Unless, of course, you really don’t love that person.” You spoke quietly, having no more energy left to yell. It would give you a headache and keep you up all night.
“Are you trying to say I don’t love you?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Really, Y/N? Just because I don’t want what you want?”
You shrugged, letting him answer his own question. You dried your face with the towel before walking past him and heading towards the pile of clothes resting on a chair you two had in the room. Despite how much you hated him in this moment, you still picked up one of his t-shirts and slipped it on.
“You’re saying us getting married and having a baby will make this all perfect?” He questioned, more so asking you to make you feel stupid instead of genuinely asking. “That’s unrealistic. What fantasy world are you living in?”
“Fantasy world? Almost every man and woman wants a family. What fantasy world are you living in?” You spat back at him, amazed that he was still pissing you off.
“Drop this, Y/N. Forget about it. I’m never going to marry you and I’m never gonna give you kids.” In that moment your heart felt like it dropped to your stomach, your angry features turning soft and your aggression turning into vulnerability. You felt so embarrassed for even bringing this up.
“Okay…” You whispered, nodding and quickly wiping your eyes. You felt like you were about to die, but relief washed over you knowing that at least this conversation was over. That is, until, he continued.
“I’m so fucking over this shit. I love you. I love you with every fiber in my being and more than anyone I’ve ever loved before. I’d kill for you, Y/N. Don’t fucking tell me I don’t love you because I don’t want marriage and kids. How can you even say that?” He yelled, the veins in his neck very evident now. “If you want a husband and a baby so bad go find another man. There are plenty waiting in line to take you from me.”
“Seth…” You spoke softly, trying to move closer to him. “I’m not saying let’s have a baby tomorrow. I’m not saying propose to me tonight.” You tried to reassure him, a few tears leaving your eyes.
“Within the next few years does equal tonight and tomorrow for me.” He continued, his voice not getting any calmer. You gently rested your hands on his chest, trying to get him to relax.
“Stop yelling, please.” You begged him, but to no avail. “I love you…” You added, looking up into his big brown eyes.
“This isn’t going to work out.” He said, grabbing the car keys he’d left on the nightstand just a while ago.
You called after him, but he ignored you just like you ignored him earlier and left. You jumped when you heard the front door slam shut. His phone was probably blowing up with all the texts and calls you were sending him, but he didn’t respond. You easily called him a good twenty times, but you got the hint after that. You crawled into bed on his side, hugging his pillow tight as you let the tears fall. You sent him a few ‘I love you’s,’ and a few ‘I’m sorry’s,’ but he didn’t seem to care. You eventually drifted off after crying until there was no more tears left to cry, holding onto his pillow tight.
Prompt: What happens when you, the personal assistant to Tony stark,
ends up having two assassins as soulmates? Let’s just say it ends up
being a wild ride.AN: Cause the idea for this triad has been on my mind
for forever, and then the premise came, and I was like hell yes! AU: Soulmark appearing at first touch
You smile at Clint as he enters the kitchen, his tee-shirt is rumpled and his pajama pants are slung low on his hips. He’s still half asleep as you slide a mug of coffee in front of him, “You’re an angel.” He mutters before taking a sip.
You kiss his cheek, “You okay?”
“My back is killing me.”
You smile, as you send off an email, “We need a real bed.”
“We had a bed, but Nat didn’t like it.”
The woman in question enters the kitchen, pecks you on the lips and says, “We just finished renovating our bedroom, that means we need new furniture, and a bigger bed. One that fits the three of us.”
“Then we do it today, cause my back is starting to be affected.”
She smiles, “Does that work for you?”
You nod, “I’m always up for shopping.”
Clint smiles behind his cup, “I’m in for a long day, aren’t I?”
Natasha slides into his lap, wraps her arms around his neck and says, “Oh yeah. But you get to look at us while we shop, so it’s a win, win.”
He kisses her, “Huge win.”
The drive into town is an easy one, Natasha sits behind the wheel while you and Clint sit in the back. You’re forced to tend to your phone for the majority of the ride, as Tony blows it up with question after question. The man had lasted a week before texting you. It had been seven blissful days of renovating, and painting your new bedroom.
As your phone pings again, Clint scowls, “Remind me to kill Stark the next time we see him.”
Natasha laughs, “You’ve been threatening that since the first time I was assigned as his shadow.”
“Missions I can accept, but now he’s interfering with our personal lives.”
You smile as your fingers fly over the keyboard, “Tony tends to be a bit of a baby. He needs constant attention, and Pepper is currently busy.”
Nat smiles, “Tell him to box with Happy, cause we’re almost there.”
You smile, “I’ve told him as much. I’ll put him on silent once we get there.”
“A mute button for Tony Stark. That’s the dream.” You elbow Clint in the side, as you put your phone on silent. The mattress store is the first destination on Natasha’s list, and she makes a point out of dragging you onto most of them. You giggle with her while Clint watches. And more often than not you drag him onto the bed too.
You find what Natasha deems, “the perfect one,” after two hours. From there you go to a furniture store. This is where you spend a decent time picking out furniture. The three of you debate different pieces, and it takes a while to find things you’re all in agreement on.
By the time lunch rolls around you’ve scheduled several deliveries, and filled the back of the SUV. Clint groans a little as he loads one final box into the SUV, “I think we just spent our life’s savings.”
Natasha rolls her eyes, “Don’t be dramatic.”
“It’s not dramatic, if it’s true.”
You tune the both of them out as you check the time, and see the flood of messages from Tony. You frown and sigh, things were getting worse. Two text messages from Pepper, and five from Happy confirm it.
Sighing you dial the all too familiar number, he picks up on the second ring, “You can’t just go off the grid like that. You know that, right?”
You sigh, “I can do as I please, Tony. Apparently just like you can.”
“I have no idea what you mean.”
You roll your eyes, “Pepper says you haven’t left your lab in nearly two days, and JARVIS shows that you’ve barely eaten.”
“I’m on a diet, and sleep is for the weak.”
“A healthy diet and sleep is what will keep you from keeling over.”
“You’re not my mother.” You roll your eyes at the comeback. It’s juvenile to say the least, and a true show of how tired he is.
“No, I’m your personal assistant, which means I can do this.” You remove the phone from your ear and send out a code, a moment later the confirmation comes through, and you can hear Pepper’s voice over the loudspeaker.
A second later Tony says, “That’s just evil. You realise I can fire you, right?”
“You’d be begging for me back within a week, when you realize you have no clue where anything is.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
“I always am. Now go take your scolding like the man child you are, and get some sleep.”
You hang up after that and turn to find Nat and Clint watching you. Nat’s voice is quiet, “He’s not doing well.”
You scrub a hand over your face, “In my honest opinion, I’d guess PTSD with a helpful dose of anxiety, but he refuses to see anyone. Our only real hope is that he’ll become so tired that he starts agreeing to anything.”
“We may need to tell Fury.”
You bite your lip, Fury does not need to be involved, “Not yet. If it gets worse maybe?”
Nat smiles at you, “The last time it got worse, Stark ended up in a giant donut.”
“Yep. And Happy knows to be on the lookout now.”
Your intention to drop the conversation is clear. And as the three of you pile into the car, the subject is dropped.
The next several weeks are spent in a sort of busy bliss. Nat gets called out on a mission after week two, and Clint watches her go with a scowl. You sit with her while she packs, and she tells you what she can, “Cap’s been assigned to SHIELD. I’m his new handler, and Coulson is totally jealous. Fury had to give him a new bus just to get him to stop pouting.”
You smile, “Sounds like fun.” You catch her arm as she passes and she smiles down at you, “You’ll be careful?”
She leans down and kisses you, “I promise. I have too much to lose. You’ll be careful too, right?”
“Do I have a dangerous mission I don’t know about?”
“Yep. You have to put up with a grumpy Clint Barton.”
Nat’s statement turns out to be more than a little true. Clint is a grouchy mess after she leaves. You give it a few hours, let him stomp around and work on the kitchen. After he bangs his thumb for the third time you remove him from the scene.
He stares at you as you take his hand and drag him out of the house. He doesn’t say anything as you place your hand in the crook of his arm and start walking. After several minutes he asks, “Is there a reason you’ve dragged me out here?”
You smile, “Because you’re being a Grumpus.”
He raises an eyebrow, “Grumpus?”
You shrug, “I used to be a camp counselor. When kids threw a fit I’d call them a Grumpus.”
“You’re comparing me to elementary school kids?”
You grin, “Middle schoolers, actually.”
He shakes his head, “Fury keeps putting me on the back burner. Says people aren’t comfortable with me coming back, and the council is worried about my security clearance.” You lean into him, and his arm snakes around you shoulder, “It’s frustrating.”
You sigh, “I can’t imagine what it was like Clint.”
He pauses, and you both stop walking, “It was like being a puppet. I had no control. I didn’t care about anything but the mission.” His lips quirk a moment later, “Then your hand touched my arm, and that burning sensation ran through me, and everything was clear. You scared the hell out of me, passing out like that.”
You smile, “I’m not the adrenaline junkie you and Nat are.”
He smiles, “She tell you how we met?” You shake your head. “We met in Budapest. I was protecting an informant and she was trying to kill him. She’d been on our tail for days, taken out several members of my team. I was more than ready to put an arrow in her eye, when she rushed me. Skin touched skin, and then that burning came. It took every favor I had to keep Fury from throwing her in a cell. Things were more than a little awkward at first. Even more so when we realized we had a third.”
“How’d you know, that there was a third?”
He smiles, “There was a gap between the marks, waiting to be filled. We talked about going on an active search, but Nat was worried about what you’d think of her. Said she wanted to clear some red out of her ledger first.”
You smile, “She’s changed.”
He nods, “For the better. She’s happier now.”
You smile, “Have you ever considered therapy? For what happened with Loki?”
He sighs, “It’s not that easy.”
“It can be. I’ll go with you, if you want?”
“I’ll think about it.”
Neither of you says another word, you simply keep walking.
Summary: All Y/N wanted to do was lay back, relax, maybe even watch some Netflix; however, when a shifter accidentally gets into the bunker, she finds out she may need a bit of help from her brothers. She just hopes she can tell the real Winchester from the fake. Word Count: 1936 Warnings: mild gore, some swearing (flashbacks are in italics) A/N: ehhh not my proudest work but it was one of my ideas so I figured why the hell not?? ALSO my dudes requests are open so feel free to hmu and I’ll try to spit out some stuff and see what happens;)
Gun drawn, Y/N stalked silently through the bunker halls. The boys were out hunting, so it wasn’t like she had backup. She was on her own. Y/N took in a deep breath as she leant outside the kitchen entrance, listening to the sounds of someone moving around. Hopefully, when her brothers came back, she’d be alive.
As long as they didn’t shoot her first.
Y/N plopped onto Sam’s bed as she logged into her Netflix account. She chose to stay back from the hunt this time- needing some “lady time,” as Dean had put it- due to still being sore from the last one. Ghouls were stronger than she’d initially thought.
Sam and Dean had left two days ago, helping out another hunter with a demon problem the next town over. Nothing too big, so Y/N had figured that she could let them take it over. They’d be fine.
She was about to click the next episode of How to Get Away with Murder when the sound of the door slamming shut resounded throughout the bunker. Frowning, she checked her phone. The boys were doing a case close by, she knew that, but this was too early for them to be back. They were good, but not that good.
Request: hey Grant Gustin one shot? Where you and him have a dubsmash war (like the one the Marvel actors did and you both post them on Twitter and all the fans ship it and then you end it with a really cute one of both of you and everyone just really loves you together?
Notes: I’ve never experienced what the logistics of Dubsmash are so some of the technical things might be wrong. Otherwise I hope this was kind of what you were looking for, there are only a few ‘dubsmashes’ because otherwise this would be super long hahah. Hope you enjoy!
It’s been a year since the debut party at the club. A year since I’ve seen anyone from Monsta X. A year since I last embarrassed myself in front of Wonho. Although those might seem sad, it only adds to my year full of greatness as an Idol. Soon after my embarrassment, my group finally got its name, Harmonia. We officially debuted soon after. Harmonia had its first comeback and it gained a decent sized fanbase. Everything was going fantastic other than the constant annoyance of diets and lack of sleep. As an Idol, you always find strange yet comfortable places to take a small nap. Everything got so busy so fast. Everyone had forgotten about Wonho and I, not there ever was a Wonho and I to remember. Even Geurin, the one that ships us the most. She could be the official “Wonho and Y/N” ship leader.
All of that had been exciting, but nothing compared to the recent news Harmonia had received two months ago. Management had informed us that Harmonia would get its own reality TV show soon. The planning had begun the week after we were told. Starship Entertainment had finally finished up their plans, and we were all called into a conference room before dark to discuss their decisions.
“Oh Yugyeom loves Y/N. He is obsessed with her,” Jinyoung teased. A shy smile pulled at Yugyeom’s lips and his ears tinged red with embarrassment.
“No, I am not,” he whined cutely, in your opinion.
“Come on. Yes you are,” Jinyoung continued.
“She is my favorite artist. I will leave it at that,” Yugyeom said, trying to drop the conversation.
That is when Jackson butted in and said, “We all know that she is your ideal type so don’t even deny it.”
The beginning of the friendship between you and Yugyeom was a strange one. It all started when you received a tidal wave of mentions on Twitter and thousands of comments on Instagram all about this guy named Yugyeom. The comments consisted of oh my god! yugyeom @yu_gyeom loves you! follow him please! and @yu_geom says you are his favorite artist!! two worlds colliding! both of you are my favorites!!!! love you guys!! <3 :0. After days and days of receiving these comments you finally decided to check out who this Yugyeom kid was. So, the first thing you did was browse through his Instagram account. “Wow, this man is seriously good looking,” you thought to yourself as you scrolled through the dozens of selfies he had posted. After reading some of the captions to his posts you gathered that Yugyeom was part of some boy group called Got7.
CAN’T FEAR YOUR OWN WORLD Part 3 Full Translation.
TN: When this third part was released on the Bleach/Jump+ app, Narita tweeted that “main house” was written in place of “branch house” in one line, I’ve spotted that line and made those amendments in my translation below already. He apologised for any confusion and has stated this will be corrected in the printed book version. Also sorry this is really late but I got super busy again but I thought I should finish this translation up now since the next part comes out at midnight tonight on the app. Very long chapter btw.
Several days later - Rukongai.
Hisagi Shūhei is engaged in two different occupations at the same time.
One of those occupations is his professional duties as Squad 9 vice captain, which everyone knows.
The other is being the editor-in-chief of the Seireitei Communication.
Seireitei Communication is a public institution magazine that is occasionally circulated throughout Seireitei and as far as some parts of Rukongai, it is basically under the management of the 9th division.
Naturally, it ought to be treated as equal occupations, but because the nature of the work differs too greatly from primary Shinigami duties, it was in effect, perceived by society as something akin to a side job.
A/N: I have had this idea for a while now and I cant wait to bring it to life. This is a series so this first part is mostly getting to know the situation. I will try to post the second part soon. Don’t forget that I am always taking in recommendations. I love you all.
“Do not forget the heels you look fabulous in” Hannah your best friend said “I know your not looking for a relationship but why not flirt a little while were there?” she had a huge grin on her face.
“You know you haven’t stopped smiling since you and Clay got together” I said as a playful comeback. She knows you haven’t dated anyone since your ex that scarred you. Not because it was an abusive relationship just because it was like you were in prison. He had to know where you were every second and if you didn’t reply back fast enough, he would get mad.
“Well I’m happy Y/N, happy for the first time in a long time” said Hannah. Shes right, she hasn’t been like this in forever and I love seeing her happy, I love to see her smile. “Tony’s here! crap”
We both scramble around, I grab my heels while Hannah runs out of the room quickly remembering that she forgot her phone on my bed. We finally make it to the front door while scream at my mom that we are leaving.
Tony of course had to make a couple jokes about how bad we looked running out the door. “So Hannah, you excited to see Clay tonight?” Tony is always proud that he brought them together, with Jeff’s help of course.
“You ask that every time we go out party’s Tony” Hannah snorted. “But of course I’m excited who wouldn’t be when they are going to see their boyfriend” Hannah dazes off looking out the window.
“Were here!” I ran out of that car so fast to get to the front door, I wasn’t excited before but now I am.
we opened the door to the smell of puberty, which pretty much smelled like booze and sweat. It was exhilarating, I loved that everyone was free. I was free.
“Y/N” It was Sheri trying to get my attention. “We are just starting a game of… of… wait what was it called. That one with the cards and the kissing” Sheri Snorted.
I could already tell she was so drunk, she couldn’t even walk. I joined because I still had my rush of coming in here. I was sat in between Jeff and Sheri. We started to play and Sheri started away from me. Then it zoomed off to Courtney then Zach then Jessica. Next was Jeff. I didn’t know who I was sitting next until I saw him. “Shit, Shit, Shit” I said in my head. Then Jeff went to give me the card but, he dropped it. I don’t know if he dropped it on purpose or on accident but before I knew it we were kissing.
Jeff Atkins was kissing me! me! reality was flooding back to me and then I felt him ginning. “haha oh my gosh Jeff, wtf!” said Justin, he pulled away and looked at Bryce and said “There I did it can I have the $20 now!”
I was out of there before Jeff could even blink. I was walking in the middle of the road with heels in my hand and mascara running down my face. I was done. I didn’t want to move anymore, I didn’t want to speak.
Through the glare in my eyes I saw lights behind me. I prayed it was Tony coming to pick me up. It wasn’t. It was Jeff.
I moved to the side hoping he was just trying to pass. but he slowed down following me. “Y/N, please let me explain i just-”
“EXPLAIN WHAT, YOU BEING AN ASSHOLE, THAT’S WHAT YOU HAVE TO EXPLAIN” I slowly felt my body shutdown. “You don’t have to because I have already made up my mind that you are an asshole that likes to play with girls feelings.” I don’t want to pass out and make a fool out of myself evermore so I just sat down.
I heard a brake on a car so I just put my face in my hands so i could cry in peace. “ Y/N, Y/N! Goddammit please let me explain.” I felt the acid bubbling under my skin. He stood across from me on the street, then I heard a car coming up. It was Tony, thank god it was Tony.
“Hey, what did you do!” Tony said angrily. “ Y/n, are you alright, I swear!” Tony looks at Jeff pissed off.
“I was trying to explain, I was try-”
“Yeah, I heard the story inside, what an ass move Atkins!” Tony slowly lift me up and over his shoulders.
“No, NOO, just leave me there to die, leave me there to rot because there is nothing anymore nothing.” I scream while tears are streaming down my face. Tony places me in the back of his Mustang.
Jeff sat there trembling, what the hell did he do. He never thought Y/N felt that way. He didn’t know he was capable of making someone feel like that.
I just lay there crying and wanting to just sleep for the rest of my life. Tony unlocks my door. My parents are still asleep even over the loud noise I’m making. Tony lays me in bed and leaves a glass of water next to me. What am I going to do Monday