all of rourke’s questions & answers from the time loop! (book 2 chapter 2)
rourke asks mc for their name
R: what a delicious name. I had my people search all over the world for you. and we never could find you. and to realize that all this time you were a student at hartfeld, like aleister… let’s just say, if we survive this, i’ll be firing my intelligence staff.
“where is everyone?”
MC: the guests at the celestial. what happened to them? we know they went to the emergency shelter, but there was no trace after that.
ROURKE: when it became clear that mount atropo was to erupt in a cataclysmic event, i ordered a full evacuation. i can only pray they all made it out safely.
“what was that tube we found you in?”
R: a sleep tank filled with a tachyon-slowing fluid. my research showed that mount atropo’s eruption would case a cascading temporal event. tearing space-time apart. if i were to endure that effect, i risked instantly aging into dust… or reverting to before i was born. anything could’ve been possible.
R: before the eruption, i entered the tank to keep me at my current age.
R: i’d set it to awaken me shortly after, but clearly the time effects of the blast derailed the schedule release.
“what was that radio call we heard?”
R: the one you heard over the satellite array in the observatory, yes. I strongly suspect that was an echo from our planet’s likely future.
MC: an echo… from the future?
R: yes. right now, we are in a bubble of time, safe for the moment. but an eruption of mount atropo risks plunging the planet itself into a prehistoric time, when all the world was lava.
R: civilization would immediately be engulfed in the fire of a bygone era. That my young friend, is what i need your help to prevent.
“why did you bring us here?”
R: i presumed this would be your question.
R: during the most recent expansion of the celestial’s facilities, a worker discovered a photography buried in the sands. it was dated to be 500 years old, despite the art of photography only having existed for 200.
R: photographed therin were eleven young people. all of you, except aleister. i knew you must somehow be critical to solving the island’s mysteries.
MC: why not just tell us that?
R: frankly, i intended to. i intended to enlist your help to save the world.
“what’s with all the secret doors in the celestial?”
MC: we keep finding these secret passages and rooms all over the hotel. the library, that weird museum, the security office behind the game room.
R: needless to say, once i uncovered the true perils of la huerta, i needed to… remodel the resort.
MC: you should’ve closed it!
R: and invite the scrutiny of my rivals? who could try to steal the island for their own nefarious purposes?
R: no. it had to stay open.
“tell me about the sea monster.”
R: ah. so you’ve met cetus.
MC: cetus? it has a name?
R: roughly translated from thousands of years ago. a name of legend. but as you’ve no doubt seen, the beast is far more than legend.
MC: it wasn’t that tough. we blew it ot of the water with a little plastic explosive.
R: a cocky one, aren’t you? it was survived far more dangerous foes than you, little friend.
R: it only re-emerged in the last week before your arrival. i’ve no doubt the two of you shall meet again.
“what was the time portal gun?”
R: you know it better than i. i’ve never been through it.
R: but yes, as you surmise, it is a portable prototype, created in an effort to understand the island’s… eccentricities.
R: it carries the occupant forward in time exactly 204 days. no more, no less.
“what happened to the boats in the marina?”
R: you’ve visited my private marina! you are resourceful. why couldn’t i have had a child with your cunning and persistence? [rourke ruffles MC’s hair]
MC: back off.
R: i’m not so bad once you get to know me. in any case, the explanation is simple. after the evacuation, i feared the hostiles could use the long-distance watercraft at the marina and attack neighbouring islands. i couldn’t allow that to enter the realm of possibility.
“what is this island?”
R: my young friend, you are asking the questions i’ve asked myself for a very long time. thirty-seven years… two and a half billion dollars later… and all i can say is this:
R: this island is the single point at which time folds in on itself. past… present… future… all happening in simultaneity.
R: what exactly that future holds for us is… well, uncertain. and ready to be moulded by the right person.
“Hey, can I request a Monty X reader smut where she has never given blowjob and he kind of guides her and they end up having sex? English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes” - Challenge was gladly accepted!
A fight had broken down between Alex and Montgomery outside of the school and he seemed pretty pissed afterwards and being the stud that he is, he figured he would find some chick to take away the stress and his target was me.
“Are you going to be a Jessica Davis’ party tonight?” I heard a deep tone of voice from behind me and instantly I knew the person, I shut my locker door and turned on my heel to face the person; Monty.
“How is that any of your business Montgomery?” I asked trying to not care but to be honest I have a crush on him.
“Why the mood?” He asked biting his lower lip
“Not now” I scurried out the double doors of the school so I can head home.
I thought long and hard before I made my decision of whether to head to the party or not but thinking about Monty, the way he bit his lower lip got me feeling some type of way which helped in making my decision.
I searched through my wardrobe in hopes to find the perfect outfit- something that will differentiate myself from school hours to free hours. I pulled out a body hugging dress with plunged neckline and grabbed my black nike shoes.
My neighbor was Jeff so he gladly gave me a ride to the party because I knew he would attend, I mean come on its Jeff!
“you look hot” he stated from beside me.
“Thanks Jeff” I smiled
“Trying to impress anyone?” He chuckled
“Only one” I had a devilish grin spread on my face as we inched closer to Jessica’s house.
Getting out of the vehicle and walking into the crowded place of teenagers, the smell of alcohol and free spirit were viable in the air as the atmosphere was chaotic. My eyes searched all over the room for one specific person but he was nowhere in sight, I gasped at the feel of a hand slapping my ass and I turned to face the one and only.
“Excuse you?” I spat but secretly enjoyed his gesture.
“Oh hey Y/N, I didn’t notice it was you.” He smirked
“Let me guess huge dick cause little dick?” I retorted and watched as his expression fell from being perverted to offended and annoyed.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about” he laughed
“Prove it” as soon as those words left my lips I felt his hand grasp my wrist as he dragged me up to one of the empty rooms.
“You think you can say anything huh? Let me see what that mouth can do then” he sat me down in front of him as he unbuckled his belt and dragged both his boxers and jeans down to his ankle.
His huge bulge sprung out as my eyes widened
“Not so little after all?”
“I can’t” I stuttered
“ gently wrap your hands around it and move your hand up and down my shaft slowly and lick the tip, after slide me into your mouth and suck while doing so” he guided me
I bit my lower lip as my hand wrapped around his length
I teased him by licking and kissing the tip until I felt him tense up and grow impatient, I opened my mouth to allow him more access- sliding my lips down his shaft and feeling his tip hit the back of my throat, he moaned as I kept wrapping my tongue around him and sucking him off.
I accidentally bit him and he groaned in pain “no teeth” he flinched and once I got the hang of things he tossed his head back in pure pleasure.
“Fuck, I want you.” He spat and grabbing me off the floor, twisting me around and lifting up my dress he spanked my ass real hard and tearing off my panties, I was pushed onto the bed and felt his hand tightly grasping my hips to pull my ass up, his nails dug into my sides as he pushed himself hard inside me.
Not giving me enough time to adjust he repeatedly started to slam his length fully inside me, his tip grazing my g-spot driving me insane and causing my eyes to roll back; my hair was grabbed into a ponytail as he kept his free hand on my ass, fully ramming into me cause me to reach my orgasm the feeling was overwhelming that I started trembling under him.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum” he muttered and cursed I felt him slip out and release his load on my bruised ass from his constant spank.
“You should run that little mouth more often” he smirked and headed out.
I got cleaned up and he got dressed as we went back to the party like it never happened.
My request is that Jughead and the reader were dating then they broke up and she starts self harming and Jug catches her and he freaks out and she runs going to the lake to kill herself, something like that, but he also still loves her.
Paring: Jughead x Reader
Description: You and Jughead had been dating for five months, things were great between the two of you. Until you saw him flirting with Betty, making you feel all kinds of emotions. Later Jughead would break up with you, causing an emotional breakdown, only making Jughead even more concerned about you. The only question is, was he too late or did he make it in time?
Warnings: Talk about self harm, suicide, fight
A/N: If you ever think about self harming please don’t, talk to someone. If you’re ever thinking about attempting suicide please don’t, talk to a parent or a friend even a therapist. You’re strong and can get through whatever you’re going through. Remember, everyone’s human, we all make mistakes, and we all can overcome them.❤️
Lately things had been great for you, you were doing well academically, you had a steady home life and you had friends and a boyfriend that loved you.
You and Jughead had just celebrated your fifth month together as a couple.
Your friends, Archie, Betty, and Veronica all threw you a party at Pop’s.
It was probably the sweetest thing someone’s ever done for you.
That was the best night of your life, nothing could go wrong.
But a lot can happen in twenty-four hours.
That night you felt happiness you hadn’t felt in a long time, Jughead made you a different person, a good person.
“Guys this party is the best.” You smiled happily at your friends who played it off as if it was nothing.
Jughead gave one of his sly smiles, pulling you into a side hug.
Nothing could go wrong.
At least that’s what you thought.
Veronica and Archie had dragged you off to go dancing with them and other people out on the dance floor they created.
For once in your life you felt free, open, happy, and it was amazing.
You didn’t remember you could laugh as hard as you did when Archie tried doing the worm on the floor.
After a while of dancing you excused yourself, going back towards the booth.
What you didn’t expect was your Jughead flirting with Betty, one of your best friends.
You stood there stunned, unsure of what to do or even say.
You blinked a few times before walking back to the booth and sitting down next to Jughead.
“Hey guys..” You fake smiled, taking a sip of your milkshake.
“Hey how was dancing?” Betty smiled at you before glancing at Jughead.
“It was fun, Archie kept drying to do the worm.” You gave a small laugh, an awkward tension filling the air.
“What have you two been talking about?” You spoke up, looking at Betty then at Jughead.
They both glanced at each other, before giving the usual answers ‘oh nothing’ ‘just school’ and the normal 'just the news paper.’“
You gave a slight nod, not believing a word they said.
You decided to leave the party early, hoping someone would notice, but nobody did.
That night went from the best to the worst.
You tried to fall asleep that night, but it never happened, you laid awake wondering where you went wrong, and why Jughead would do that to you.
Your alarm went off, signaling you to get out of bed and get ready for another day at school.
You got dressed, grabbing some breakfast and walked out the door, starting your journey to school.
Once you got there you saw Betty and Jughead, but they were holding hands.
You felt your heart drop.
You rushed up to them, scaring them since you came out of nowhere.
“How could you?” You shouted, looking between the two of them.
Jughead looked at Betty who had a scared expression of her face.
“Y/N can we go talk please.” He whispered, dragging you away from Betty to a more secluded area.
“Am I just not good enough for you? Is it because I’m not like every other Riverdale High School girl?” You questioned, tears falling down your face.
Jughead looked at you with a confused expression on his face, shaking his head.
“No Y/N, you are, and these past five months have been great, but I think we just are slowly drifting apart.” He sighed, messing with his hair that was sticking out of his beanie.
You shook your head in disbelief.
“So because you think that you just decide to flirt with Betty, right in front of me?” You exclaimed, “My BEST friend!” You yelled loudly, causing some people to look at the both of you.
Jughead shifted uncomfortably not wanting all the attention on the both of you.
“Look Y/N I still love you and I always will, but I think us breaking up would be for the best.” He stated bluntly, avoiding your eyes.
You just let out a sad laugh, slowly backing away.
“To think I actually thought you were something special, you don’t love me Jughead, you obviously never did if you feel that it’s okay to date my best friend.” You shook your head, disappointment shown all over your face, making Jughead’s heart break.
“Y/N wait.” Jughead called after you, but you ignored him.
“Y/N!” He shouted again, but you were done, done with Betty and done with Jughead.
You were just done with it all.
You rushed into the school, going into the bathroom and making sure nobody was there.
You knew you shouldn’t do this, but there wasn’t anyone to stop you anymore.
You pulled your blade out of your backpack, slowly letting the metal slide against your skin.
Of course it hurt, but you were already so broken that it didn’t bother you.
You started sobbing, your emotions coming out all at once.
You didn’t hear the door open until you heard a voice.
“Y/N? Y/N is that you?” You heard the voice question.
You opened the door slightly to see Cheryl standing before you.
When she saw you she was shocked, she had never seen you in this state before.
“Y/N what happened, oh my god are you okay?” She asked frantically after seeing your arms.
“I’m fine.” You lied, but gave a fake smile anyways.
“No you’re not.” She sat you down on the floor, cleaning up your arms.
“What happened.” She demanded, cleaning your cuts.
“Jughead just broke up with me so he could date Betty.” You sighed sadly, giving a small broken smile.
Cheryl looked at you shocked, she never expected you and Jughead to break up.
“Hold on, you’re telling me that Jughead Jones, broke up with you.. To date Betty?” She spoke bitterly, standing up and helping you as well.
You just nodded sadly, making Cheryl’s insides boil.
Nobody really knew you and Cheryl were friends, you had grown close last year and now she was one of your closets friends.
“I’m going to go have a word with him.” She smiled bitterly, walking out of the bathroom.
You just decided to go home, not wanting to be at the school any longer.
While you were leaving, Cheryl was looking for Jughead in the cafeteria.
Once she spotted him, she gave him a look making him freeze.
She marched up to him, making him even more confused.
Jughead was about to ask what was going on when Cheryl did the one thing you couldn’t.
She brought her hand back and then will all her force slapped Jughead right in the face.
This surprised Jughead, making him flinch and rub his cheek from where Cheryl had hit him.
“You are unbelievable! I don’t know how you can live with yourself knowing you crushed Y/N’s heart. She loved you.” Cheryl spat bitterly, clenching her fists.
“And for you,” She glared at Betty, making her shrink next to Veronica.
“You have some nerve going after Jughead when he was with Y/N, but then again I always knew you were a slut, just like your sister.” She smiled wickedly, before fixing her hair and storming off.
Nobody knew what to do or say after the encounter with Cheryl.
Veronica and Archie were stunned, they didn’t know you and Jughead had broken up, they didn’t even know Jughead and Betty were hooking up.
“Guys I just got a text from Y/N.” Veronica spoke up, her eyes wide.
“What did she say?” Archie questioned, everyone looking at Veronica.
“She said that she’s sorry and that she’s just done.” Veronica read aloud, her eyebrows scrunched together before she realized what was happening.
“Jug where would Y/N go when she was sad.” Veronica asked frantically.
“Sweetwater River.” He replied, his eyes getting wide.
“Oh my god.” They all said at once, rushing out of the school.
By the time they arrived at the river you were already out on the ice, hitting your fists against it.
“Where is she? I don’t see her.” Veronica spoke frantically while everyone was searching.
“Oh my god over there!” Betty shouted, pointing out onto the ice.
“Oh my god Y/N! Y/N stop!” They all shouted, rushing down onto the ice before quickly retreating.
“We all can’t go on at once or we’re all going under.” Jughead spoke up, looking at you.
“Y/N please just come to the shore and we can figure everything out.” Betty called out to you.
You slowly stood up, your lip trembling, before the ice beneath you gave away and you fell into the cold frigid water.
“No!” Everyone screamed, not caring about the weight on the ice anymore as they all ran out to you.
“Y/N!” They all screamed, rushing to the opening.
“The current has her!” Archie yelled, “Spread out!” Jughead yelled as they all started shoving snow out of the way.
“Found her!” Jughead yelled, as him and Archie started to hit the ice, blood slowly mixing in with the water.
Archie finally broke through the ice, pulling your limp body out.
“She’s not breathing!” Jughead yelled, giving you CPR.
It took a few times before you started coughing up water, regaining air.
Jughead lifted you up, carrying you out of the cold.
You awoke in a house, you blinked a few times trying to figure out where you were.
“You’re awake, I brought you some hot chocolate.” Veronica smiled, sitting down beside you.
You gave a small smile and mumbling a 'thank you.’
She stood up, before Jughead came over to you.
“Y/N before you say anything, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean what I said before, I love you, I always have.” He smiled sadly, making you smile too.
“I’m sorry too.” You sighed, sipping the hot chocolate.
“Can you forgive me?” He questioned, grabbing your hand gently.
You looked at him, your brain wanting to say no, but your heart said yes.
“Of course I can.” You sighed, making him let out a sigh of relief.
He leaned in, giving you a kiss, before letting you cuddle up in his arms.
But what I really wanted to say was happy birthday to: @itsp-erf I hope you had an amazing day. So my present to you is some birthday fluff. …with some angst. Lol, sorry. Enjoy.
You moved back in your seat, Yuna cowering behind you.
Jongdae’s hands were shaking, gripping his diary tightly his knuckles had
turned white and his eyes were glazed over.
“I SAID WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” He
screamed at you, his saliva spraying on your cheek. You winced at his volume,
he was absolutely raging and you could see it. It was ironic that the time you
were most scared of Jongdae was when he wasn’t armed with a weapon.
You stuttered, slipping up your words. “We were cleaning…and
it was just there- and—”
“You decided to read it, even though it said private and
confidential.” Jongdae finished the sentence for you, his voice laced with
venom. He inched closer towards you and Yuna, his shoulders growing broader by
“What part of private and confidential did you ladies not understand?” He stuck
his hand out a grabbed your jaw roughly.
“I’ve never liked you Y/N.” He hissed silently. “In fact I don’t like the both
of you. Acting like you’ve been through the most when you haven’t. You’ve only
been involved in this mess for a second.” He stopped talking, grabbing your jaw
harder. You were scared that he was going to break it, you tried moving your
head backwards out of his grip, but it was no use.
“Breathe a word of what’s in here to anyone and I will come for you. For both
of you.” He dropped his hand from your face and stormed out of the room. Your
breathing was heavy as you tried to compose yourself.
“Y/N are you okay?” Yuna asked her voice small beside you.
You had no words, you were still in shock. All you could do was nod. You were
praying to God that that was an empty threat, but you were sure that it wasn’t.
It took you and Yuna a while to calm down, but in the end
you were forced to be okay as a few of the men came to join you both in the
living room to watch some television. You were now sat there with Chanyeol,
Kyungsoo, Tao, Baekhyun and Jongin. Chanyeol, you noticed was still avoiding
your gaze and it was making you feel extremely uncomfortable.
Baekhyun flicked through the channels unimpressed by
everything he was seeing.
“Ughh, everything is a repeat or just shit.” He said.
You grabbed the remote from him, making him stop at noir
romance film. He rolled his eyes at the dialogue of one of the female
“Love is all you need
in life to make you happy. You just need to fall really deep.”
“Yuck. Bullshit.” Baekhyun pushed two fingers inside of his
mouth, pretending to gag and vomit, making Tao snicker beside him as though he were
a school kid.
“That is not bullshit.” You protested. “It’s true, you
just need to find someone that can help you find a release from the darkness of
“Yeah like marrying the man that tried killing you multiple
times. Ahhh Love. What a beautiful thing.” Baekhyun smiled, causing Tao to laugh
yet again. He rose his hand in the air giving Baekhyun a high-five. You frowned
at them, why did everyone treat your love as a joke. Sure, it started in the
most unconventional way, but it had blossomed into something much more.
“Hey!” Yuna intervened noticing how upset you were. “Love is
no joke. Kyungsoo would know, right Kyungsoo?”
You all looked over at him. His eyes were open wide, he was
not expecting to receive the limelight but all of a sudden there it was.
“I…uh… well I wouldn’t call it love.” He stuttered
nervously, keeping his eyes on his lap. “But it certainly feels nice to have
someone I guess…”
Yuna smiled and crossed her arms over her chest as though
she had just proven a point.
“What’s gotten into you Soo. I’m sure you used to be the
most emotionally void out of all of us?” Baekhyun scoffed causing the rest to
“Listen, I’m enjoying life being single. Women are a hassle.”
Tao nodded in agreement.
“Besides I’d rather get my life straightened out first
before I even think about it.” Tao mumbled, leaning back in his space beside
Baekhyun and closing his eyes.
“Jongin, what about you?” You asked.
“Well, I’ll have to start my search all over again won’t I?”
He looked at you in the most cunning way, no doubt throwing some hidden
meanings at you. You rolled your eyes in response to his remark and focused
your attention back to the rest of the group.
“What about you Chanyeol?” Yuna asked him. You had realised
he was not even paying attention to the conversation, in fact he wasn’t even looking in your direction.
“Hmm?” His eyes widened, he turned his head looking at you
and averted his gaze straight away when he realised you were staring back.
Something was seriously off with Chanyeol and you were hoping it had nothing to
do with those motives that Tao had presented to the table a while back.
“Love. What do you think about it?” Yuna continued. But you
were too occupied with listening to a voice outside of the living room to even care about
“Where’s Y/N?” The voice asked.
It was Minseok.
You jumped up from your seat and ran outside of the living
room, wrapping your hands around your husband’s neck.
“Not down here. They’ll think something is up.” He whispered
in your ear as he took a hold of your hand and led you upstairs.
You both sat on the edge of the bed in silence. It was
comfortable albeit awkward all at the same time.
“I’m glad you’re okay Min. I was scared you’d go and do
He hummed lightly, letting you know he had acknowledged what you said but he
didn’t respond verbally, making you feel anxious.
“Minseok…what my dad said I’m sorry, I –”
You were cut off by Minseok’s lips crashing against yours; they were soft and
moved against yours with purpose as they always did. He handled you with such
care; he deepened the kiss before he pulled away again.
“Look I don’t care about your dad Y/N. I thought about it
and he can’t make me doubt my love for you. He’s not allowed to do that. I love
you so much and I know that I do. But-”
Minseok stood up and began pacing quickly around the room. But what? Why did he
end on a but? You were beginning to feel really scared and nervous; your heart
was beating wildly against your chest.
“Minseok. Stop that. Sit down.” You frowned, growing more
apprehensive by the second. He sat down next to you, his legs bouncing up and
“Stop that Minseok! You’re making me feel uncomfortable!” You placed your hand
above his knees to stop his legs from bouncing. “And finish your sentence! But
He looked you in your eyes and sighed quietly.
“I’m sorry, I just did some thinking. Your father got me
thinking. There are so many ways in which I want to tell you but I just can’t
figure out the correct words…”
“What is it Min?” You voice wavered, you were sure that your
heart was going to beat through your chest and fall to the ground at any
“I just can’t find words that really convey it all…”
“I thought we agreed on no more lies and secrets.” You were
panicking now, your eyes were darting everywhere and your palms were becoming
sweaty, what was he trying to tell you?
“It’s not a lie or secret.” He stood up again, looking down
at you on the bed. “I’ve told you multiple times before and you already know,
it’s just that I’m not good at expressing emotions, I never have been have I?
And although I’ve said this countless times day-in and day-out it is more or
less robotic. But I want it to have a real meaning and I want you to feel my
“MINSEOK!” You shouted, interrupting his rant. He was going
round in circles and quite frankly you had enough of waiting.
“I love you Y/N! Okay!?” He sank down on the bed next to you
taking a hold of your hands and shaking them ever so slightly whilst looking
into your eyes. Into your soul.
“Are you kidding me Minseok? I already know that.”
“No but you don’t Y/N! You don’t! And I need you to know. I
realised today that I know just how much I love and maybe your dad doesn’t but
that doesn’t bother me. But I don’t know if you really know just how much….I love you. And I need you to know that
I really mean that. Because although I say it a lot, the reality is that I don’t
say it enough.”
He sighed out loud and waited for a response. You really didn’t know what had
brought all of this up but you were glad to hear it
“I know you love me Min, I love you too.” You cooed pecking
“But no you don’t Y/N, you don’t understa – wait.” He
slipped off of the bed and knelt down on the floor pulling a small box out from
underneath. You were confused and intrigued simultaneously. Sitting back on the bed
again. He lifted the lid revealing a small duck egg blue envelope. He picked it
up slowly and carefully handed it over to you.
“This…” He spoke in almost a whisper. “I wrote it for
you the night we got married when you
fell asleep. I was supposed to give it to you the night we argued; when Yixing
showed up. I vowed to myself that I would give you this letter when we were
going through hardships or strain but I never did because I was scared you
wouldn’t reciprocate the feeling in the exact same way. But I guess now is as
good a time as any.”
You opened the envelope and unfolded the sheet of paper; clearing your throat
you began to read:
Dear Mrs Kim Minseok,
My beautiful wife, I’m still in awe that I get to write wife down on
this paper. I still hasn’t registered. My heart is too full to speak the words
that I’m about to write, so the best way to express myself is by putting pen to
paper. Let me start by saying you’re the best gift I’ve ever received, even
more than life itself.
You’re perfect in every way and I would never change a thing about you. My
waking and resting prayer is that you remain healthy and by my side ‘til death
do us part. You’re a breath of fresh air and an internal light in this world
full of darkness.
Words cannot express the feelings I experience when I see your face, my love
grows deeper and my heart grows fonder. You dragged me out of the hole that I
dug myself into and I’m forever grateful. You made me the man I am today and I
am forever in your debt and although my parents never had the pleasure of
meeting you. I know they would be happy.
If ever I shout and push you away then know that it is not my intention. If
your love for me ever falters re-read this letter and you’ll remember why it is
that you are wearing that ring.
I will always protect you.
A King never leaves his Queen.
You took a deep breath in, the paper shaking in your hands
then suddenly you burst out crying, tears were streaming down your face, you
were choking on air as you slipped your free hand into Minseok’s.
“Y/N?” He whispered puzzled by your reaction. “I wasn’t
supposed to make you cry. I didn’t want to make you upset.” Minseok had been a
‘bad boy’ for such a long time, that
he still didn’t know how to register positive emotions from time to time. You
shook your head.
“No Minseok. I’m not crying because I’m sad, I’m crying
because I’m happy. I love you so much too. And this…” You held up the letter in
your hand, “is absolutely beautiful.”
He pulled you in closer kissing you again. This one more deep and passionate
than the first and within the kiss you could taste Minseok’s salty tears.
Shocked, you moved back to look at him.
“I love Y/N. I don’t know if you know how much but you saved
me from myself, you really did. Thank you.”
You woke up in a great mood the next day, you were sat next
to Chanyeol around the dining table eating breakfast, he was still avoiding
you, but you didn’t care, not today because all you could think about was your
husband’s love letter.
“Hey Y/N I’m going shopping want to come?” Yuna waltzed into
the kitchen, her perfume wrapping itself around your nose.
“Yes I don’t see why not.” You smiled, noticeably more
brightly than usually. She smiled back at you nodding.
“Actually do you ladies mind if I tag along? I need to a few
bits and pieces. I’ll give you a lift.” Minseok put down his unfinished slice
of toast and rose from his seat.
“Of course that’s fine the more the merrier.” Yuna bowed
politely at Minseok, stepping aside and letting him pass so he could get his
You made your way to the car sitting in the back with Yuna whilst Minseok sat
in the drivers seat.
“Actually is it okay if we stop at the doctors near the
shopping centre first?” Yuna asked, shifting forward in her seat and leaning
“Doctors?” He frowned, keeping his eyes glued on the road
“Yeah I need to pick up my prescription. I have this weird
condition. You see I can’t breathe efficiently as my muscles contract too often
and for prolonged periods of time, so I have this nasal spray which helps the
muscle relax temporarily. They tried operating once but it still didn’t have
the desired effect.” She leaned back and faced you pointing at her nose. You
squinted, nodding your head, it was right you could see a small red scar left
behind under her left nostril.
“They suggest strong smells help with it too, so if I’m not brewing coffee then
I’m wearing extremely strong perfume.”
Your eyes widened. So that’s why she always wore that specific type of perfume,
now it made sense. Minseok nodded from the front seat indicating right to the
road she needed. Not even five minutes later and Yuna was back with her
prescription nasal spray. She instantly sprayed some up her nose as she sat in
“Ahh sweet relief.” She smiled, resting her head back
against the seat. Minseok began driving again back towards the shopping centre,
it was bright but still there were not many people out since it was a Sunday.
“Ooo Minseok look”. You pointed to your right. It was a crêpe
stand. The both of you loved
crêpes and if you had your way, you would
eat them every day. He quickly flicked his head to the right and focused back
on the road again.
“Maybe next time, hmm? I don’t want to prolong your girly outing.”
“Don’t be silly.” Yuna shook her head. “You’re not
prolonging anything. Look, stop here and I’ll get them. Are Chocolate and
cinnamon okay?” She asked, grabbing her purse from the car floor. You nodded as
Minseok pulled up once again. Chocolate and Cinnamon were your favourites.
Yuna hopped out of the car with her purse walking over to
stand. You let out a sigh of happiness, staring adoringly at your
husband in the front seat who you noticed was looking at you through the rear
“This time tomorrow it’s only me and you, you know that
right? Maybe I can get round to showing you just how much I love you then.” He
winked at you making your body tingle as you giggled childishly.
“Yeah that sounds good.” You half-whispered, feeling
mischievous for talking about it when Yuna wasn’t even 5 feet away.
“Of course it does.” Minseok hummed, smiling he turned his
head to the side to see how far ahead Yuna had gotten, just then you noticed that his
smile had faded and melted into a frown. He pointed at Yuna.
“What the fuck is that?!” He said abruptly, You squinted, confused at what he was talking about.
All you could see was one of the
crêpes that she was holding in her hand. When
he noticed you still hadn’t replied he shouted again. “On her left shoulder Y/N
look!” You squinted again, this time your eyes widened and your mouth dropped
open in surprise. You could see a small red laser light hovering on her
shoulder and slowly making its way up to the side of her head.
Someone was about to shoot her.
“Fuck!” Minseok shouted, hurriedly winding down the window closest to Yuna.
“Yuna get down now!”
“Huh?” She turned around confused, squinting at Minseok.
“SOMEONE HAS A GUN YUNA, GET DOWN NOW!”
Her eyes widened as she squatted to the ground, a loud bang ringing out into
the bright sky concurrently. Your heart was banging against your chest all you
could hear was screams of the people standing around the stand who were now
beginning to runaway. You looked down from you window to see Yuna crouched down
breathing heavily in and out her eyes opened wide in shock. The
once in her hand now scattered in little bits on the grey pavement below her. You
opened your car door so you could help her off of the floor.
“No Y/N don’t get out!” Minseok shouted, not because he was
angry at you but because he was still in shock. He opened his door and slipped
out rushing over to the other side and helped Yuna into the passenger seat
beside him. She was still frozen, her breathing still heavy she was staring at
nothing in particular.
“Yuna are you okay?” Minseok whispered, placing a hand on
her shoulder. Suddenly she burst out crying her body shaking uncontrollably and
her face a bright tint of red. “Hey shhhh. It’s okay we’ll get you home back to
Junmyeon okay?” Minseok turned the keys and began driving the car, making a
U-turn speeding back home.
He carried Yuna into the living room bridal style, where
everyone was sitting, everyone but Baekhyun, Chanyeol and Jongdae. You frowned.
“Where are the other three?” You stared around the room.
“I don’t know, they went out or something. I couldn’t give a
shit, tell me what the fuck happened.” Junmyeon panicked rushing up to Yuna who
was now sitting on the sofa still crying hysterically.
“She was shot at, but luckily they missed.” Minseok breathed
out heavily looking over his shoulder at you to check if you were okay. “She’s
in a lot of shock Junmyeon.”
“Can everyone please just get out!” Junmyeon raised his
voice, shock evidently consuming him whole too, but nobody protested against
his wishes in fact you all did as you were told and exited quickly.
You were glad she had survived it at least.
“Are you alright Y/N?” Minseok asked worried, pulling you into
a hug. You nodded, you felt a bit bad because if you hadn’t pointed out the
stand she wouldn’t have gotten out of the car, but other than that you were
okay. Everything was getting crazy and thoughts were buzzing about in your
head. Who could’ve known the three of you were leaving the house, were you
being trailed? And where were Baekhyun, Jongdae and Chanyeol? You were trying
your hardest to stay positive but it was proving to be quite difficult.
“I wonder if that bastard is still out there.” Minseok grunted
running towards the board, he then returned with a gun in his hand, pushing it
into his back pocket and walking over to the door.
“Minseok, where are you going?” You cried, pulling on his
sleeve but he shrugged you off.
“I need to keep all of us safe Y/N. I need to keep you safe. What if it’s you next time
huh?” He shook his body and opened the front door.
“Well I’m coming with you.” Without letting him say another
word you rushed out of the house and up to the car. He knew that once you had
made your mind up it would be extremely hard to convince you otherwise. Sighing
heavily he shook his head and unlocked the car, lowering himself into the driver’s
“I’m not happy about this Y/N.” He mumbled, slowly moving
the car forward.
“I know Min, but I doubt the persons still there. They’re
probably long gone, but I guess we can try figuring out where exactly he was
standing at the time.” He grunted in response, still not happy that you were in
the car with him. How was he supposed to keep you safe if you were there too.
“If you make me get out, I’ll take the bus instead.” You threatened, making him
sigh at how difficult you were being. He started driving a little faster and
you were satisfied that you had gotten your way.
Five minutes into the journey you frowned, looking at the
rear view mirror.
“Minseok. That car has been behind us for a while now…”
His eyes widened as he looked up at the mirror too.
“What!?” I’ll try losing them. Are you sure Y/N?”
But before you could answer, you felt a sharp searing pain
as the car rammed itself into you. You skidded off of the road and onto the
pavement crashing into a nearby Oak tree. Glass was flying everywhere and an
airbag popped out before the world went pitch black.
Summary: Ethan finally comes across your letter after many years and begins his journey to find you.
Word Count: 2,181
Warnings: Vomiting, mentions of vomit
Author’s Note: I finally finished part 2! It ended a little differently than I had intended just because I was accumulating a large word count so quickly and I wanted to cut it short before I lost you guys… But, this means a part 3 will ensue! This is written from Ethan’s point of view, and it involves a couple flashbacks, so I hope you guys are able to follow along. Also, “Y/L/N” means “your last name.” Please let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy! Requests are open.
“Breaking news coming
out of Hollywood this morning… Ethan Dolan reportedly calls it quits in the
middle of filming his latest movie after having what sources are calling a
‘nervous breakdown.’ The former YouTube sensation-turned-A-list-actor was said
to have stormed off of set yesterday unprovoked and has not been seen or heard
from by family and friends since. There has been no word on how long production
on the movie has been stalled for, or if Dolan will be welcomed back to the
cast should he choose to return to the film. We’ll continue to report the
latest updates on this story as they come in.”
I shove my headphones into my ears and crank the volume up until
the shrill voice of the E! News
reporter disappears, disgusted that even in LAX, one of the world’s most famous
and populated airports, celebrity gossip matters more than world affairs. Pulling
the brim of my baseball cap down farther over my eyes, I shift in my seat and
pray that no one is paying enough attention to their surroundings to recognize
me. I’m sitting in the terminal completely alone and would like to keep it that
way— no security guards, no screaming fans mobbing me, no soccer moms
hesitantly walking up to me asking for a picture for their ‘daughter.’ Yeah, right. I know for a fact that some
of those moms go out on movie dates with their girlfriends on Friday nights just
to oodle over me and it’s absolutely disgusting. Don’t they have husbands
waiting for them back home?
I sigh and glance down at my jean pocket holding the piece
of paper that brought me to the airport in the first place. Is the E! News reporter incorrect in saying
that I stormed off of set of the movie I was contracted to film months ago? No,
actually, but she is incorrect in saying that it was ‘unprovoked.’ For the last
couple of years, my life has been a whirlwind of traveling, transitioning from
YouTube to making movies, red carpets, parties, drugs, alcohol, girls, it never
seemed to end. The life I have now is everything I could have ever wanted at
eighteen years old, but as I learned over time, it didn’t come without
sleepless nights and regret over losing the one person that unapologetically stood
by my side since we were kids. The more opportunities I was presented with, the
more fame I gained, the farther I pushed her away and for what reason, I don’t
remember now. But no matter how hard I tried to rid myself of her, she never
left me. She haunted my dreams and called out for me when I would least expect
it. I could hear her whispering to me in the wind and I would feel her body up against
mine in every bed I slept in. Time didn’t make it better; in fact, it was quite
the opposite. I most recently have been plagued with images of her choosing to
marry someone else, to carry someone else’s children, and in the middle of one
of those visions, I decided I had had enough. That’s when I found the letter,
and after spending hours reading it, re-reading it, kicking myself for putting
her through so much pain, and bawling at the realization of what I had become,
I dashed to the airport knowing exactly where I would find her.
A couple other people in the terminal begin to shift in
their seats and look at their tickets. I rip one headphone out of my ear just
in time to hear the airline employee call for the boarding of first class
passengers. Grabbing my backpack and ticket, I fly to the front of the line,
head down, hoping to create as little of a scene as possible.
“Welcome aboard, Mr. Dolan,” the employee coos as she scans
my ticket and checks my I.D. all too slowly. “What business do you have flying
to Newark today?”
What business do I
have? What business does she have asking that question?
“I… um… I’m paying an overdue visit to an old friend,” I
mumble, trying to keep the irritation in my voice at bay.
“Ah, I see. Well, I hope you have a safe and comfortable
trip back home.” She flashes a toothy smile as I take off to find my seat in
the aircraft. With so much pep in her voice, I wonder how many glasses of wine
she drinks at night before being able to dull the aching emptiness in her
Wait, did she just say, ‘back home?’ How the hell would she
have known that I… Oh god, she’s a
closeted fan, too. Yep, E! News is
going to sink their teeth into that headline: “An AWOL Ethan Dolan was spotted by an LAX employee boarding a plane to
New Jersey, seemingly desperate to get back to his home state. What could he
possibly be trying to run away from in L.A.? Or, could he be running toward
I settle into the cushioned seat, my mind trying struggling
to remember the last time I flew on a commercial aircraft. I almost forgot how
to even book a ticket in the first place; having done it on a computer last,
trying to confirm one on my phone on the way here proved to be even more
difficult. My brain continues to search, scanning over memories in reverse
chronological order until it lands on the right one, forcing up a wave of
nostalgia and nausea, too:
“Y/N!” I shouted,
hunched over the Mac in the living room of our dingy apartment. “Come here! I
want to show you something!”
“What is it, babe?”
Her voice cascaded through the air and settled on my skin, giving me
goosebumps. God, how I loved her voice.
“I can’t tell you! You’ll
have to come see it.”
Her slippers dragged against
the carpet as she approached me from her bedroom. I stood up to block the
computer screen, not wanting to give the surprise away before I was ready.
“E, sweetheart, this
better be super important,” she scolded, entering the room. “I was in the
middle of my history mid-term paper and I had a groove going.”
I took in her beauty
as she leaned against the door frame, crossing one leg over the other. Her hair
was thrown into a ponytail at the top of her head, her reading glasses were
falling down her nose, and the skin on her lips was peeling, most likely
resulting from the way she constantly chewed on them when she was anxious or deep
in thought. She was wearing an old hand-me-down t-shirt that she acquired from
her older brother years ago, and because he was over a head taller than her,
she was swimming in the fabric. Her legs were bare, but the shirt was so long
on her body that she wasn’t revealing much. Her skin glowed in the light and
the amused smirk on her face made my head spin.
Wow, I thought to myself
in shock. This girl is all mine.
“E? Ethan? What was it
you wanted to show me?” Her voice shook me from my thoughts and I broke out in
a child-like grin.
“This paper is the
last final you have to submit, right?”
“And then you’re not
only done for the semester but done with your college career, right?”
“Yes, Ethan, we’ve
talked about this.”
“And your commencement
ceremony is tomorrow at noon?”
“Ethan, did you get
knocked over the head with something? We’ve been discussing my graduation for
“I know, I know we
have. But, what we haven’t talked about is the fact that the ceremony isn’t the
only place you—uh—I mean, we, have to be tomorrow.”
Y/N cocked her head to
the side and walked over to me. “Ethan… what is going on?”
I took a couple of
steps to the right to reveal the hotel reservations and flight confirmation
number displayed on the computer screen, barely able to contain my excitement. “We
have a 6:30 flight tomorrow from L.A. to Orlando. Happy
graduation-slash-early-birthday-present, babe. I’m taking you to Disney World.”
I smile at the memory of Y/N’s disbelief as it melted into
shock, the shock then morphing into elation. Disney World, while being one of
the most cliché vacations a couple could take together, had always been a top vacation
destination for her since she was a child. She was never able to visit when she
was young because her parents struggled financially, but I had the ability to
make one of her childhood dreams come true, something she never stopped
thanking me for. Had I known the flight to Orlando wasn’t just going to be the
last time I would fly on a commercial plane, but with Y/N in general, I would
have cherished the moment more. She was always my favorite person to travel
with. I would have gone anywhere in the world with her.
I begin to gag from vomit trying to force its way up my throat.
For some reason, my regret is always paired with puke, but refusing to let it
get the best of me, I fish in the front pocket of my backpack for my bottle of
pills I was first prescribed after telling my doctor about my visions of Y/N.
Opening the cap, I pour out four Ativan and wash them down with a bottle of
water I bought after clearing security. I close my eyes and lean back in my
seat, letting the medication run through my system and forcing the thought of
Y/N away from my mind.
I just need five hours in the air to think about absolutely nothing.
I just need five hours of darkness and silence in order to face what I have
“Ethan? Ethan Dolan in the flesh and blood?”
I look down at the concrete porch of Y/N’s childhood home, shamefully
unable to meet the gaze of her mother standing on the threshold of her front
“Hi, Mrs. Y/L/N. Yes, it’s me.”
“Ethan, what business do you have showing up at my door after
eight years of not speaking to my family?”
I pop my head up. Eight
years? It’s been eight years since
seeing Y/N last? I grab the letter out of my pocket and unfold it to see when
it was dated, something that I stupidly didn’t think to pay attention to when I
first found it.
Oh, my god… Y/N
dated the letter six years ago; she waited on me for two and a half years in
L.A. before moving back home, and it still took me another six years to find this thing. How despicable.
Disgusted with myself, I suddenly become dizzy and lean over
the porch railing to vomit into the grass below. Mrs. Y/L/N steps out onto the
porch and places her hand on my back, rubbing it gently until I stop dry
heaving long enough to catch my breath.
“You’re being kind to me, Mrs. Y/L/N, even after everything
I’ve done,” I observe.
“Holding anger and hatred for someone never does any good,
no matter how much they’ve hurt you, Ethan. I see you found Y/N’s note. I’m
assuming that’s why you’re here?”
I nod, gripping the piece of paper tighter. “Would you be
able to tell me where to find her?”
“I can, but you might not like the answer.”
I raise an eyebrow, another wave of nausea washing over me.
“She bought the house, Ethan. The brick house on the corner
of Oak Street, the one that–“
“The one that we talked about buying together since we were
fourteen,” I finish for her.
Mrs. Y/L/N shrugs her shoulders. “Once your channel took off
and she moved to L.A. with you, she started college out there and I thought
maybe that dream became more of a fleeting thought for her. I don’t think she
expected to ever come back to New Jersey; I certainly didn’t expect her to, at
least because I knew that she would follow you wherever you went and I knew that you wouldn’t
end up back here… You were destined for greater things than this town could
offer you. But I suppose Y/N never forgot about it, after all.”
I press my lips into a hard line, working to keep my tears
at bay. “You’re right, I don’t like that answer.”
“Well, then you should know one more thing.”
“She doesn’t live there alone, Ethan.”
Fishing the keys of my rental car out of my other pocket, I
glance sideways at Mrs. Y/L/N. “What do you mean?”
“I think it’s best that you find out for yourself, but be
prepared. What you find might hurt you.” Mrs. Y/L/N places a peck on my cheek. “It was nice to
finally see you again, Ethan.”
I close my eyes, desperately afraid that my visions of Y/N
weren’t just visions after all.
“Thanks. You too. I just hope Y/N feels the
Prompt: you meet two hotties at playlist and end up collabing.
A/N: There will be a part 2 eventually :)
Word Count: 932
“So I left my pass in there…” I told the guard and he nodded, opening the large door and I walked in. I was invited to playlist this year and it was so amazing but I happened to loose my pass while walking around.
“Where could it be?” I asked myself and looked around the room. My eyes stopped on two teen boys looking for something as well. I sighed and walked to the place I was last. “Have you boys happened to come across a pass?” I asked as I searched the ground.
“Nope we’re looking for mine as well.” The boy laughed and I looked up, knowing the voice. “Hey you’re those Sam and Colby dudes.” I realized. “And you’re that Y/YT/N girl.” Colby mocked me.
“Wow two big YouTubers know me?” I laughed and continued to search. “Of course we would know the hot girl from Kansas.” Colby said and I chuckled. “I’m not hot but thanks.” I laughed and a pass caught my eye. “Found it!” I yelled and picked it up.
“Damn it’s yours.” I groaned loudly and held the pass out for Sam to take so I could continue my search. “I found yours over here!” Colby called out and I turned. “Yes! Thanks.” I smiled and the boy and took the pass from his big hands.
“Well it was nice to meet you boys. See you tomorrow at the panel and stuff.” I smiled brightly and started my way back to the hotel room. “Hey wait.” A hand shot between the elevator doors and they reopened for the person.
If you didnt know, Sam and Colby were my favorite YouTubers and were my inspiration to even start my own channel. I played it cool earlier but I was absolutely starstruck. The two boys walked into the elevator and I stood off to the side.
“So Y/N, how are you liking Washington?” Colby asked with his extremely attractive deep voice. He was so fucking hot like wow. “Uh haven’t been out much but it’s okay.” I shrugged.
“Ah.” Sam nodded and the small room fell into silence. “Are you doing anything tonight?” Colby asked and I shook my head no. I was probably just gonna sit in my hotel room and watch some videos.
“Wanna come to our room? We have nothing to do and maybe we can film a video?” Colby questioned and I had to think for a second. “Sure.” I gave in and then we got to the floor. “I’ll meet you guys there in a minute, what’s your room number?” I asked as I followed them off the elevator.
Looks like we are on the same floor. I walked to mine and noticed the boys were still by me. “Go to your room.” I laughed and unlocked my door then I saw Colby pull out the card and unlock the door beside me.
“Oh.” I laughed and nodded. “Be there in a minute.” I walked into my room and went to my suitcase. I pulled out a pair of black sweatpants and a dark blue long sleeve. I pulled my long hair into a messy bun and quickly fixed my makeup.
I grabbed my phone and went to twitter.
I have a surprise for you all :)
I tweeted and automatically people began favoriting and asking questions. I laughed and left the room walking to Sam and Colby’s. I noticed the door was propped open so I snuck in quietly.
Sam was laying on the white bed and Colby was shirtless as he searched for a hoodie. I smirked and pulled out my phone, holding record. “Boo whores!” I yelled and they screamed. I fell over laughing and Colby took my phone, posting the video and starting another.
“Hey look who Y/N is with! The great Colby Brock! Go subscribe to me.” He winked at his shameless self promo. I laughed and took the phone from his hands. “Hello boys.” I smiled and sat on what seemed to be Colby’s bed since Sam was on the other.
“Are we collabing?” I asked and crossed my legs. “Yeah did you bring your camera?” He asked and I nodded, setting the large object beside me. “Okay what are we gonna do?” Colby asked.
“Well I have nothing else so truth or dare?” I suggested and they both nodded. “Great.” I smiled brightly and Colby took the camera, setting it up on his tripod and then sat on the right side of me. Sam went on the left and we all pulled out our phones, writing down a few truths and dares.
“Colby, truth or dare?” I turned to him what the a mischievous look on my face. “Uh dare.” He smiled. “I dare you to kiss Sam on the cheek and uh if you don’t you have to uhh run down the hall naked.”
“You’re terrible.” He groaned and leaned over me, pulling Sam over and pecking his cheek. “I’m gonna stop the video right before you kiss his cheek okay?” I ask and they nodded. “They need to earn that clip.” I smiled and they nodded along.
The rest of the night we kept screwing up and refilming stuff so by the time we finished it was around 3 am. “I’m sleeping here.” I groaned and turned off my camera, cuddling into myself at the end of Sam’s bed.
“Here I’ll sleep with Sam and you can take my bed.” Colby picked me up and carried me to his. I was out like a light. Tomorrow would be a long ass day.
What no one ever warns you about when you are pregnant, is how emotional you really get. Yeah, they will throw it around here and there, use it as an excuse to why they overreact and become a literal space case, but really it’s so much more than that. You truly lose every bit of your ability to mask your feelings. You get angry and boil over faster than a steaming kettle, you cry at the drop of a hat, you even, without meaning to, take things much more seriously than they are intended.
You also became vastly more aware of all of these feelings surging inside you. Even if it’s the very last thing you want to do.
Anonymous asked: I just thought if this idea and I’m in love:) could you write an imagine where me and my crush have JUST started dating and one night he is sleepwalking and he tells you how much he loves and all that he loved about you?:)
A/N: I truly don’t know what the shit this is. I’m sorry. Keep dreaming!~Logan
I woke up to the sound of someone banging around in my kitchen.
What the hell, I thought. My parents were away for the weekend, I was alone except for–
My hands searched blindly over the comforter. C/n should be in bed beside me, since he was staying for the weekend, but instead the spot next to me was void of him.
I heard some mumbling coming from the kitchen and untangled myself from the sheets, wondering what he was doing in the kitchen at fucking four o’clock in the morning.
I tripped over the rug, my vision bleary with sleep. As I reached the kitchen I saw c/n sitting there, his broad back facing me as he sat in the chair at the breakfast bar island, hands intertwined as if he was making some business deal with some invisible business partner across from him.
“I just–I have all these thoughts of you and I can’t find a way to say them,” I heard him slur, his words running together with sleep.
Oh my god, he’s sleeptalking, I thought, a lazy grin tugging at my lips.
Curiously, I walked to the other side of the island and leaned over it, careful not to make a sound and wake him up.
His eyes were half-open and he looked stoned, but despite that, my heart swelled at how cute and innocent he looked. His eyebrows were knitted together and he looked concerned.
He didn’t register I was standing in front of him, and scratched at his puffy-from-sleep cheeks.
“God, like, you’re so pretty, ya know?”
I stood still, leaning, my whole body frozen and my breath caught in my throat.
“And, I feel so out of your league, because you are so perfect to me and when I look at you I wonder how I got so lucky. All the guys at school keep asking me how I managed to get close to you, close enough that you love me and I keep tellin’ ‘em I just don’t know,” his eyebrows raised lazily, eyes not focusing on me even though my face was two feet from his. “I wish you could hear the conversatiosn guys would have about you before you were mine. And of course, some idiots still talk as if they can steal you from me. But that’s just it, you’re so loyal and I keep telling them that, but they keep saying no guy like me can keep a girl like you.”
His face became devoid of emotion for a second and his body wavered in the seat. I thought he was going to topple off it for a second but he grabbed a mug that I didn’t see before off the island and sipped air from it. I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped my lips. He must’ve been thinking he was drinking something, when in reality he was sucking air into his mouth from an empty mug.
“You make the best food. You think you’re a horrible cook, but the fact that you’re so cute with all those splotches of whatever you’re cooking all over your face makes any burnt piece of food worth it. I hope you love me because if you didn’t this conversation would be really awkward,” he went quiet for another few moments.
My face was on fire. He said he loved me. I cannot believe it. We’ve been dating for awhile and I wanted to tell him but didn’t wanna scare him off. I wished I could tell him I love him, too, but he’s asleep and I’d want him to be completely conscious.
My hand, of it’s own accord, slid over the back of his and I stroked the soft skin. His eyebrows knitted together a bit again, and he shook his head, clearly upset with dream-me.
“No, y/n. Shhhh,” he slurred, sloppily placing his finger on his pink, puffy lips, and then dropping it to grasp the empty mug again. “You need to listen. You are so important to me. Like more important than anyone else. The thing that made me fall even deeper in love with you is how kind you are to everyone, but you still manage to be the baddest chick I’ve ever met. You are so badass, y/n, you intimidate me. And I love how your eyes shine and glow in sunlight. You also have the cutest way of scrunching up your face when you focus on your homework and work on your hobbies. And, oh my god the hottest thing is when you get so passionate and riled up about something, I could sit and listen to your powerful rants all day long. Your intelligence is so sexy. And I love tracing your perfect little birthmark. You don’t like it but I think it makes you even more adorable.”
He took another “sip” from the mug, but I didn’t giggle this time. His words were unfiltered and instead of complaining about me in his dreams he was professing his love to me. He never found it easy to tell me how he felt, so this was something I knew wasn’t going to occur again for awhile. But I think if I could tell him I loved him also he wouldn’t be so scared of telling me how he felt.
“I just wish you knew how much my body craves you when you’re not near me and how even if we’re just lying together, I am completely content,” he sighed, his voice quiet.
I wanted to kiss him so bad right now. He looked so small and vulnerable, and so irresistibly cute. Dark circles under his eyes told of many late nights, many he’d spent with me, listening to me rant. I didn’t know he enjoyed listening to those stupid angry declarations of mine so much. But now that I think back I remember how when I’d glance at him, his eyes were so full of something I couldn’t pinpoint in those moments, that I can now. Love. He looked at me like a man smitten. And here he was telling me little details about me he cherished like jewels, in his sleep.
His body slumped over the counter, and I realized he’d finished.
Moving to his side of the island, I placed my lips on his cheeks, giving him a small peck. He hummed in what sounded like approval.
“Let’s get to bed, my sweet baby,” I whispered in his ear, hoping he would either wake up or follow me to bed in his sleep. There was no way I’d be leaving him out here.
I moved my lips to the back of his neck, right above the first bone of his spine poked out from his white sleep shirt. Giving him a tender kiss on his favorite spot, his body moved to crush me in a very warm and sleepy bear hug. When he released me, I was disappointed to see his eyes still in their half-open state. He hadn’t woken up. At least he was responding to me.
Gingerly, I slipped my slender hand into his large one, and led him to our bedroom once again. I tucked him and me into the bed, but before I could move back to my side of the bed, c/n pulled me into his side, so close you couldn’t slide anything between us.
“Mine,” he growled, and I was surprised by the ferocity and internsity in his voice. It made my toes curl.
Seconds later I heard his soft snuffling snores caressing my ear in hot breaths and I fell asleep to the warmth of his body and his heart beating under my ear.
My eyes opened sleepily to the soft glow of sunlight that warmed my room, indicating it was the first rays of the morning.
What could have possibly woke me up this early?
That’s when I felt my answer on the nape of neck in the form of two soft lips. C/n had spooned me at some point in the night and I gave no indication I was awake now, pondering over if I should tell c/n what I had witnessed last night.
I resisted the urge to let out a satisfactory sigh as c/n’s lips traveled languidly lower down my neck, tugging gently at the top of my shirt to trail his kisses farther down.
“Damn clothes always have to get in my way.”
My insides twisted at his husky voice and the feel of his hot breath against my skin. I had to resist the urge to chuckle at his frustration. I had listened to him complain before about my “damn clothes” whenever our kissing started getting heated.
He moved his lips to my ear and ran his tongue along the top of it, pulling my hair gently away from the side of my face. My breath hitched, but I tried to keep my facial expression neutral, not wanting to give away I was awake. I could feel his hot breath against my ear, coming in soft puffs.
“I love you,” he mumbled, his voice still gravelly from sleep.
The words, and the passion and tenderness with which he said them, broke me into a million pieces and molded me back together again in a more beautiful way than before. He moved away from my ear, resting his head against the pillow we were sharing, his large, toasty hands under my shirt, drawing patterns on my stomach.
“I love you so goddamn much,” he whispered to himself it seemed, and I heard the awe in his tone.
I couldn’t act anymore. I flipped over, lying my body on his and attacked him with my lips, feverishly. I kissed him hungrily, and our labored breathing and small mewls and loud, short grunts of pleasure were the only sounds in the quiet, still morning.
“Oh my god,” I gasped before his teeth captured my bottom lip and tugged gently before releasing. “I love you, too,” I gasped.
We stopped and stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, cheeks flushed with passion and shyness. Our eyes studied every feature of our faces and memorized the love that was stirring in our expressions.
C/n brushed away a fly-away and tucked it behind my ear.
“You’re amazing,” he smiled, looking at me like I was a million bucks.
“You’re incredible,” I sighed, caressing his face. “You’re also a sleepwalker and talker,” I giggled as his face flushed even more red.
“Oh shit,” he groaned, rubbing his hands over his face.
“You kind of were blathering away about me last night,” I nudged him with my nose on his cheek as he let out a string of muffled grumblings.
“Damn, I really need to stop doing that,” he said, pulling his hands from his face, and resting them around me and rubbing my back.
“You kidding me? I hope you never stop,” I grinned, and he captured my smiling lips in another passionate kiss, leading to more confessions of love and passionate explorations of each other.
Many years ago, before iPhones, tablets, and computers that actually work pretty well, we were stuck with PCs
operating Windows 95. My first computer was an old IBM, and I used the damn
thing on a daily basis.
95 was the first operating system that I can remember using somewhat
frequently. I’d do homework, check my email, and occasionally play a game or
two. The choices were somewhat limited at this point in time. If you’ve heard
of the game “Ski Free,” then you’re tracking with me.
there was something kind of odd about Windows 95. There was a quirk with the
OS, something that, in hindsight, seems kind of sinister. Moreover, there’s one
experience that has stayed with me all these years, becoming an obsession of
sorts where I actually fear it will happen again. But more on that in a little
bit. First, the issue with Windows.
night I was up late searching online. I’d probably gone to Ask Jeeves - a now
antiquated search engine that featured a butler. This is all somewhat
superfluous information, but I’ll go with it. Anyway, I was searching the
internet (homework I think), and I came across this weird feature of Windows
95. It was this little companion that popped up on your screen and helped you
navigate the search engines.
little feature was a floating face. Nothing too fancy, really. Black circles
for eyes, a line for a mouth and that’s it. It was a round white face. This
feature would sort of bob by the page and then you’d ask it to help you. I
remember because it had this robotic voice that was kind of funny.
was pretty young when I was using this device, but I’d search for a while and
then he’d pop up and ask me what I was doing. I thought this was kind of
helpful. But one time, on one night, he asked me a strange question.
Summary: Frank comes home from a rough night and the reader helps with his injuries.
A/N: I’m back with another drabble! I’m hoping to write a little bit every day, so I should be posting more content. This was inspired by another prompt I came across yesterday and I just love Frank as a character :) Just a reminder that requests are open!
My body froze in surprise when I heard the door slam shut, slowly folding the corner of the page of my book over and closing the book. The lock clicks as I set my book on the bedside table and push the sheets back off from my bare legs.
I hear heavy boots walk through the apartment and the sound of the cupboard being opened and closed, followed by the kitchen sink running. Frank must be home and since he didn’t come straight to our room to greet me, it must have been a rough night. Rougher than usual.
I bite the corner of my lip, getting out of bed, Frank’s shirt I’m wearing falling just above my knees. I quietly walk out of the bedroom towards the living room and see Frank in the kitchen.
He’s leaned against the counter, a glass of water in his hand. Even though the lights aren’t on in the kitchen, the glow from the lamp in the living room I always leave on for when he gets home illuminates his form.
He’s still wearing his usual black jacket and shirt with dark jeans and his black work boots. I can barely see the various colored bruises scattered along his jaw and cheekbones.
There’s one fresh cut visible on his cheek that appears to need stitches and I’m certain there are more that are worse somewhere on his body. His soft brown eyes are focused on the ground, seeming to be lost in thought.
I finally speak, keeping my voice soft so I don’t startle him from his thoughts. He slowly drags his gaze up towards me when he hears my voice, his eyes carefully searching my face over, his gaze appearing almost empty.
I let out a breath slowly, walking up to him and stopping when I’ve reached him. I gently take the cup from his grasp, setting it on the counter and taking his hand.
“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.”
I keep my voice quiet, gently tugging his hand along with me as I walk towards the bathroom. He moves away from the counter, following me to the bathroom without a word.
I know better than to ask him what happened right when he got back. Not that he’d get mad, but I knew it was something he wouldn’t want to linger on. I knew he tried to keep what he did in those late nights away from me when he returned home.
I walk into the bathroom, turning the light on and grabbing the first-aid kit from the medicine cabinet. As I grab the kit, Frank removes his jacket and slowly pulls off his shirt. He barely makes any sound, but I hear the slight groan and notice him grit his teeth as he raises his arms above his shoulders.
Seeing him hurt makes my heart ache a little, just as it does every time he comes home with new battle scars. I bite my lip as I take a cotton pad out from the kit and pour some rubbing alcohol over it.
I stand in front of him, my eyes finally able to see his face more clearly in the light. I notice a few more blue and purple splotches now added to join the other yellow and green ones that were healing.
“It’s gonna sting a little, okay?”
I tell him, carefully looking at his expression. His eyes look up to me and although his expression remains neutral, I can see the light-hearted glint in his gaze.
“I think I can take it, sweetheart.”
I manage a small smile, gently running the cotton pad around the cut to clean up the dried blood and dabbing it over the opening. His hands move to my waist, gently pulling me towards him to sit on his lap. He turns his head to the side, allowing me a better view of his fresh cut.
Frank doesn’t move a muscle, his eyes focused on the bathroom floor as I clean the blood from his face and stitch up the cut on his cheek.
When I finish with his face, I gently kiss his forehead and look over his torso, noticing a few rather large bruises forming near his ribcage, but no other cuts needing to be stitched. I run a washcloth under the warm water and gently wipe away the blood on his chest.
Any other day, Frank removing his shirt would cause my cheeks to warm and a smirk to make its way to my lips. But this isn’t any normal night that we’re spending at home or any other night when he’s come home from being out going after god knows who.
I say softly with a slight smile, placing a soft kiss at the corner of his lips. It’s what I always say after cleaning him up when he comes home with new injuries. He pecks my cheek before I move off his lap.
I start to put everything back in the kit as he gets up and walks into the bedroom. I put the kit away as he removes his boots and socks and starts to unbuckle his belt.
I climb back into bed, watching as he removes his jeans, setting his clothes and shoes aside and walking over to the other side of the bed. I know there’s no chance he’ll be falling asleep immediately.
“You know, I’m going to be here until you’re ready to talk. No matter how long it takes.”
I say as I look to him through the darkness of the room, shifting my gaze down towards the blankets as he climbs into bed, laying down and pulling the sheets over him. He looks over at me and holds his arms open.
He mumbles, looking up at me, his eyes searching my face. A small smile finds its way to my lips as I lay back and gently rest my head and on his bare chest and my hand across his stomach.
He pulls the sheets over me and wraps his arms around me.
“I know. I just wanna hold you right now.”
He says, his voice low as he shuts his eyes. I smile softly, pressing a kiss to his chest as I close my eyes.
“I love you.”
He mumbles against my hair as he presses a kiss to the top of my head. I exhale contently, finally feeling relaxed now that he was home.