a/n: You all have been so patient and I know I’m a bit late (4 months late soz about that). Every single one of you have been so amazing with the support of this, and it blows my mind every time I get a notification that TiC got another note. And when I posted earlier today that I was posting it, I absolutely loved the response I got in my inbox. It made my heart incredibly happy and with each message that came in, not gonna lie, i teared up a bit. You all have been so lovely and good sports (especially when i posted that fake TiC2 WHAT A TIME). So from the bottom of my heart, thank you for all the support. I have met some of the most incredible people through TiC and I cherish every single one of you. I feel so emotional posting this, but you all finally deserve the second part to probably the most angsty piece I have ever written (and will ever write omg). So, please enjoy the second and final installment to Trouble in Canada :)
THANK YA TO MY LOVELY @whitechocolateperfection for reading over this and giving me confidence :) you’re the best and i love you a whole lot
Those four words held a weight so heavy that you lost your grip on your tea. Your mug dropped to the floor, shattering in pieces and tea spilling all over the hardwood floor. You immediately went to pick up the broken pieces. On your knees, you picked up the shards of glass as Shawn was stood in the same exact position; not moving a single bone in his body to help you.
Collecting all the tiny shards in your hand you swiftly moved past Shawn to go throw the pieces out in the kitchen. You opened the trash bin, and right as you were about to throw out the broken mug, Shawn’s voice interrupted your movements, “Is that the mug I got you? The one from our first Valentine’s day together?”
She’s A Devil Between The Sheets (Harry Styles Smut One Shot)
This wasn’t requested but I had inspiration to write this one because of the Victoria Secret Fashion Show! Sorry I got a little carried away, sorry if its abit long, but enjoyed every second of writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading it! If you have any requests let me know and ill get back to you asap. Enjoy! -K
Warnings: Extra smut
Word Count: 10K
Pairing: Y/N and Harry
Y/N’S POV “Babe your phone is ringing” I heard Harry shout from the living room downstairs as I was putting my skirt over my legs, getting ready for the stressful day ahead. Well not really a physical stressful day, just emotional. Last week I had flew over to New York to meet with the owner and producers of Victoria Secret to talk about me walking this year. I worked so hard to get to this point, and to even be asked to come down and have a meeting with them was a big thing let alone actually getting picked. But I know for a fact I wont get picked, I’m not like the rest of the models. They are all like six feet tall, skinny. Its just not me.
I quickly ran down the stairs to grab my phone, which Harry had at hand at the bottom of the stairs. “Hello?” I jumped onto the couch tummy first, leaning on my elbows listening to my manager greeting me back. “Hey so I have some good news, the producers of the Victoria fashion show wants you back into the casting room in New York” “What again? I’m literally just back” “Well they want you back, you must of done something right Y/N” A slight giggle came from her mouth as I sat there not knowing what to reply back. “I’ve cancelled your stuff for the week and ill pick you up in a few hours to head to the airport, okay?” “Yeah sure ill see you soon” I hung up the phone and threw it behind me on the sofa. “Who was that?” “It was my manager, Ed Razek and Monica Mitro from Victoria Secret want me to come back to their casting studio like as soon as, Claire is coming to lift me in a few hours to go there and see what they want to say” Harry’s face lit up in pure excitement. “Y/N that is really good news, your going to be a angel” He quickly ran over to the sofa beside me, lifted my arms up to make me stand and grabbed my waist, pulling me off of the sofa. “Harry I haven’t got it, its just to talk or something” I giggled as he continued to dance me around the living room. “Y/N, c’mon, they would be pure idiots if they didn’t cast you. Plus, if you walk you’ll be with me, and you know how I love you wearing sexy underwear”
He grabbed my waist pulling me into him while he attacked my neck, giving me goose bumps all over. Harry is performing in this years show in Shanghai and he’s been excited ever since I had met them the first time to talk about walking. Harry was going to turn it down because he found women walking around in their underwear in front of the whole world very objectifying. The only reason why he accepted was because its really good publicity for his music, so it was a no brainer. But when I told him that I was being considered he was ecstatic, he couldn’t of been more excited to have someone there with him, and that he wanted to see practically naked.
“Harry your going to be singing, not judging. You should be concentrating on your singing. Besides you’ll be eyeing up all of the ladies anyway, I wouldn’t judge you” “Y/N your insane, yeah I will be looking at them because they are there, but ill not be looking at them the way I look at you when your dressed like that, fuck” His breathing got deeper with the thought of me dressing like that. His hands went straight to my bum like a magnet and clutched it, giving it a quick smack making me moan into him. “H don’t start something you cant finish, I have to start packing” I pushed his chest away from me and looked up at his grin growing on his lips. “I’m defiantly going to finish what I started” He grabbed at my waist yet again and lifted me over his shoulder making me yelp in surprise. “Harry put me down” I screamed with pure laughter rising within my chest as he walked up the stairs. “I’m just going to help you pack, after I’m finished with you”
Once I got off of the plane of course it was a media frenzy, trying to get the best picture of me, but I wasn’t having it. I wrapped my scarf around my face as I walked/ran down to get into my car to head to meet the producers. I’ve never felt so nervous in my entire life, this is such a big deal for me. I just hope that I done as much as I could do.
“Y/N, so nice to see you again” Monica Mitro, the main producer of the show, came over to greet me when I walked into the studios. As I made my way to her I was looking round at all of the drawings and planograms for the show. Looking the other way I seen the outfits on the manikins all ready for the show. “Thank you so much for coming back, I know you just landed back in London when you got our call” “No not at all, its fine” She wrapped her arms around me in a warm embrace as I tried to hold back my nervous shaking in my body. “So the reason why we brought you back is because we want to see you walk for us again. All of the models are so outstanding this year and we are having such a hard time deciding who to choose, so we wanted to make sure that we were picking the right people. I hope we haven’t put you through a lot of bother bringing you back?” “No no, honestly I would give up anything to be here so don’t worry” We both giggled as we walked to the dressing room. “So at this point it doesn’t really matter about what underwear your wearing, so you can wear your own that you have on or we have simple thong and bra’s here if you want to have a little nosey through them. We will be waiting in the casting room. Don’t panic about us and just enjoy it. Pretend your walking that stage and you strut your stuff” Her grin was contagious looking back at me. “No problem, thank you Monica”
I took off my clothes and looked at my underwear that I had on, baby blue with silver diamonds on the underside of the bra. Its perfectly fitting for this audition, if that’s what you would even call it. I quickly flipped my hair across my shoulders making sure it looked sexy, even though it was just pure jetlag hair. One of the stylists on the set gave me a pair of stiletto heels to match my undies. Lets hope I don’t fall with them on, that would be the biggest nightmare of my life. I pulled the curtain back and walked straight into the casting room, which had around 30 people with cameras and clipboards, with Monica and Ed sitting beside a desk. As I walked in everyone’s eyes were on me until I stood right in front of the two producers. Oh god. Panic and nerves set heavy in my chest as I couldn’t take my eyes off of every single person in this room. “Okay Y/N whenever your ready” Ed stated while he leaned onto the deck with his elbows resting on the marble surface. I gave them a quick smile and turned around to make my way to the back of the room. My mind was racing 100 miles an hour, thinking of all the things that could go wrong within these crucial minutes. I suddenly thought of Harry, and remembering when I was practising the first time at home. Just think that your walking for Harry, c’mon Y/N you can do this. The small prep talk gave me a sudden release of confidence and I turned around facing the VS team. I started walking down, swinging my hips with my hands on them. When I made my way to the end of the walk, I gave my most cheesy grin and posed the way Harry thought was the sexiest way, pulling my waist to the side I gave them a smile, wink and blew them a kiss and strutted my way back to the back of the room with pure sass and attitude in it. I know I went over the top, but that’s the only way they will even consider me.
A round of applause came from the bottom of the room as I made my way down to the desk and audience in front. My face turned a pink shade with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement emotions running through me. “Y/N that was brilliant” Monica gushed as the claps in the room started to die down. “What are you doing on the 20th of November?” My smile gushed to my face knowing what he meant. “Nothing I guess” I giggled looking at them in complete shock. “How would you like to walk for us?” “No way, are you serious?” My body just crouched down to the ground with my hands wrapped around my face, again in complete shock. “Oh my gosh yes of course I will, thank you so much” I got up and made my way over to them and gave them a hug. I couldn’t wipe the smile off of my face. “Your different than the rest of the models Y/N. You stand out, and that’s what we look for in this fashion show, originality. Walk just like that and the cameras wont take their lenses off of you, good job” “You have a month to rehearse and get ready, which you don’t need anyway, your a natural” “Thank you so much I cant explain what this means to me” I couldn’t let go of both of them, tears coming down my face, I’m on cloud 9 right now. “Now you can go tell Harry, I’m sure he will be ecstatic that your walking with him” “I cant wait to tell him, thank you so much” I ran out of the casting room and jumped right on Claire, my manager. “I’m walking Claire I’m walking” I shouted as her face lit up. “Didn’t I tell you that you could do it” “Yes oh my god I need to ring Harry and tell him the good news”
I quickly ran into the changing rooms where my phone was hidden in my coat pocket and quickly dialled his number with my hands shaking with pure excitement. “Hey beautiful, how did it go?” “Hey Harry, I’m walking, I’m fucking walking I cant believe it” “Your lying” “No I’m dead serious, this is actually happening H” “Y/N I’m so proud of you baby girl, you done it. Now we can go together, this is going to be so fun. I have to go sweetie, I’m in the middle of rehearsals for x factor tonight. When are you coming home?” “I’m coming home tonight, so ill see you in like 8 hours” “Okay baby ill see you soon, love you” “Okay, have a good show, love you too” I hung up the phone and ran to get changed. This is going to be the longest month of my life
**1 month later**
“C’mon Y/N were going to be late for our flight” I was rushing round and making sure that I was packing everything that I needed before I left. I didn’t wanna forget anything, this is the biggest thing that is happening in my career and I want it to go smoothly without any problems. “I’m coming H” I had a final look around the bedroom making sure I had everything and walked out to meet him in the car that was lifting us to bring us to the airport.
Once we got to the airport there was nothing but paps, reporters and fans waiting for us at the entrance. Once it came out the line up for the models and performers, social media went crazy for us two being there at the same time. Fans, radio stations, even Ellen had mentioned it on her show, I didn’t even think it was a big deal that I was walking when my boyfriend was performing. But yet again who’s boyfriend is Harry Styles? “You okay?” Harry brought me out of my panicked state and I looked straight at him. “Yeah of course I am baby” I lifted my hand and placed it on one of his hands, squeezing it a little. I knew that Harry could read through me, he knew how I was feeling. “Look babe I know you don’t like the paps and a lot of media but this event is what its about. No matter where we go in the next few days that’s all that’s going to be in our faces. I love you and I wont let anyone hurt you or do anything, but you just have to go out there and not let them bother you and walk as if their not there. At the end of the day we have bodyguards there to help us get through. If anyone says anything to you just brush it off and don’t reply back to them. Just make sure you get through to security without any problems. But don’t worry ill be right behind you, okay love?” His eyes never leaving mine, he takes my hand in his two. “Yeah okay, just don’t let go of my hand, please” “Of course I wont Y/N/N” All of a sudden our door swung open and we both walked out of the car. As soon as we walked not even 10 feet, we were bombarded with fans and paps, literally right in out faces. But I did what H said and just put my head down and rushed through the crowd of people who were screaming our names. No matter how many times I go out with Harry in public, I’m still not used to this whole thing. But I will have to be if I wanna be with him forever, because that’s the way its going to be I guess.
Once we got onto the plane and sat down, I took a massive sigh as relief rushed through me. Harry came and sat beside me and I placed my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me in closer to him as I quickly went into a deep sleep. This is probably going to be the only calm moment were going to have for the next few days, so I’m making the most of it. The smell of him making me feel so much comfort, no matter where I go I always feel at home with him. And I hope he feels the same way.
The plane had landed a lot quicker than I had wanted it to be, even though the flight was 11 and a half hours long. “Babe c’mon we have to go” “But Harry I don’t wanna get out just yet, I wanna sleep” “I know babe, the time difference is crazy, but we have no time to sleep, were already late, lets go” Harry’s voice more stern and his grasp on my arms tighter as he dragged me out of the chair and brought me to the door of the plane. I was so shocked to see that there was no paps or fans waiting out in the airport for us, thank god I thought. “So the plan is you are going straight to the stadium to try on your outfits and go through the line ups, and then your going to a Victoria Secret dinner with all the models and directors of the show. Then your going straight to bed quite early, you’ll need as much sleep as you can get cuz you have to get up at half 5 to do your promo and a lot of rehearsals” Claire was listing off the schedule on her paperwork as me and Harry was grabbing our luggage from the conveyer belt in the airport. “Wow, okay, so I guess ill not see you until tonight when I come to the hotel room” I looked at harry giving him the cutest puppy eyes I know that he loves. “I know babe but it’ll be worth it seeing everything and knowing what you need to do, you’ll love the experience for sure” He grinned as we were putting our luggage into the back of the car, harry helping with mine of course. “Y/N your coming with me” Claire raised her voice when I turned around to face her, seeing her getting into a different car. “Wait, can I say bye to Harry?” “C’mon be quick” She yelled as she was getting into the car waiting for me. “Babe you go ahead before she drags you into the car” Harry smirked looking at the car then back at me. “I love you, ill text you later when I get a chance yeah?” “Course babe” He answered as he pulled me in for a quick but deep kiss. I ran towards the car and got in. I never took my eyes off Harry as the car drove off to the stadium, I miss him already.
Once I entered the stadium there was nothing but people and lights and even more people. It was all like a dream, I thought to myself that this is going to be the best week of my entire life. I cant wait to get started. One of the stylist came over to me and shook my hand. His name was Olivier, he is the owner of Balmain which is based in France, and has designed the pieces for the clothing line. “Hello Y/N very nice to meet you, i’ve heard and seen a lot of you recently, I cant wait to see you walk in my clothing” “Its lovely to meet you too Olivier, I know all about you, I follow you and your fashion everywhere, I’m such a huge fan” “Thank you very much I’m so glad you like my work, its good to see the models enjoying my clothes and want to wear them, that’s what makes this job worth while you know” We both laughed and he brought to a different room that had all of the clothing ready to be tried on. We walked to a specific piece of clothing on the stand, which was absolutely breath taking. It had a very rock n roll meeting sexy innocent girl vibe. It had a black silk bra with silver studs around the pads and the Victoria secret logo underneath, with the same material on the hot pants. He had matched it with a spiked silver necklace, thigh high laced boots, and to top it off, a metal designed leather jacket with the Victoria Secret logo placed on the back of it. It was absolutely amazing looking at all the pieces put together. “When I was looking at all of the models polaroid’s on the table a couple of weeks ago, I was trying to pair this look with some of the models, but I couldn’t find the perfect person that would suit this. But when I seen you I thought that you were the perfect person to wear this piece, so I want you to wear this” “But Olivier, this is a big piece in your clothing line, you normally give this to Cara Delevigne or Bella Hadid to wear because the always lead the show?” “Well I feel like your going to be the eye of the show this year, and I want you to wear it” He took my hand and grasped it into his. “No way, oh my goodness this is amazing, I would be honoured, thank you so much” I said as I looked towards the eye catching bit of clothing. “So lets try it on”
Harry’s POV I sat here in the hotel room, for once not doing anything at all, which made me feel out of place, like I felt like I had to do something. I got up and rang one of my friends that joined us on this trip to see If he wanted to meet up for a walk around Shanghai, to take in the city. I never really get around the cities that I’m in when I’m working in them so this is the perfect opportunity to do so.
We walked around the nature part of Shanghai when we heard a lot of screaming coming from behind us, when I realised that no one had actually found out that I was already here because we were playing it on the down low. Me and Ben ended up staying here for a good hour going through each girl, taking pictures, signing books and my album. It was nice that I could take my time with each person and talk to them. I soon realise that it was time for some dinner before I went to lift Y/N from the models dinner. Me and Ben got some food sent to the hotel room. I couldn’t really be bothered going out for something to eat, I was just too exhausted. “So Harry, you excited for tomorrow?” Ben asked as she was stuffing his face with vegetable noodles. “You know what? I’m actually nervous. I don’t really know what to expect. I mean I know its girls walking around me in their underwear, and for most guys that’s their dream come true. But for me I just cant wait to get it over with, I never wanted to do it from the beginning” “Really, man as you said anyone would kill for to do that” “The only thing that’s getting me by is knowing that Y/N is walking around me, she always makes me feel so comfortable and she just makes me feel at home no matter where we are” I smiled looking down at my food, which I had no appetite for just thinking about Y/N and how lucky I am to have her. “Speaking of Y/N, how is things between you two?” “It honestly couldn’t be better, I sometimes look at her, if its when were out for dinner, out with friends, or even if its just her lying in our bed with no makeup on and she’s reading a book, and just think to myself how did I get so lucky to have her” I couldn’t whack the smile off of my face if I tried to. “Man you’ve got it bad, its good to see you happy though” “Yeah she’s defiantly the one for me. You know when you know I guess”
Me and Ben were just sitting talking about random shit when I realised it was time for me to get Y/N to bring her back to the hotel for a good nights rest. If anything I just cant wait to get into bed and cuddle her to sleep. When I got into the car I sped off to the entrance of the stadium and waited for her to come out. It didn’t take long until her face was in sight, looking out for me. I dooted the horn to make her look my way. She smiled and ran her way over to the car and got in beside me. “Hey baby how was it?” “It was the best day of my life so far I cant believe it” “I thought the best day of your life was meeting me?” I quickly frowned at her, with a chuckle rising from her chest. “No babe in my career, silly boy” She pushed her fingers through my hair and brought it down to my thigh giving it a squeeze. She better not start this, she knows the way I get when she touches me there. “We had done the dress rehearsal and after they were so impressed with me that they asked me to open and close the show” Her smile was so contagious when she was staring at me, just pure happiness radiating off of her. “Baby that is amazing I’m so proud of you baby girl” I pulled her towards me and gave her the biggest hug I could and gave her a quick peck, I never like giving too much pda in front of people because I always like to keep certain things between us. I know were not having sex or anything around other people, but there is always certain things you like to keep to yourself you know. “Thank you sweetie” She smiled up at me, I couldn’t take my eyes off of my girl. “Oh my god it just hit me, guess who’s opening and closing the show also?” “No way, are you kidding?” “No I’m performing kiwi and only angel at the start and at the end, not sure what order though but that’s all I know so far” “Harry that is amazing, I cant wait to see your face when I walk, I think it’ll be the only thing that will calm down my nerves” She said with a sigh of relief to it. “I think It will be the only thing that will calm my nerves knowing that your going to come out on stage with me too” I sunk my head into the side of her face and I whispered “It will maybe make me feel abit more excited too while your there, I don’t know what your going to wear but I know for a fact it will be something that I cant wait to take off later” Her eyes lit up as she smacked my harm harshly. “Harry, your so horny recently what’s gotten into you?” “You”
We finally arrived at the hotel and we made our way up to the hotel room. Once Y/N got to the bed she flung herself onto it and made a groaning noise. “Thank god that day is over, it was such a long day. Everyone was everywhere and there was so many people looking me at the one time I didn’t know whether I was coming or going. Don’t get me wrong I loved every second of it, but it was just so draining” I sat down beside her and placed my hands on her back, massaging her shoulder blades a little, receiving a little moan in return. “Love I know how you feel. Its the same when I’m on tour. One person wants me on stage to make sure that the lighting is right, then Lou wants me over to try on some looks, then my vocal coach is with me at all times checking my voice. It’s all just an adrenaline atmosphere, but you do get used to it after a while. I know this isn’t your true job, but this event will defiantly get you into modelling if that’s what you really wanna do” “Yeah it is, but signing is my natural calling I guess” “Well you can use both, sing for Balmain’s events” I chuckled at my own joke and Y/N turned around on her back, lifting her arms up to lean on her elbows looking at me in awe. “You can do anything you put your mind to, love. If you really want something, do it. Because I know that you can do it. No matter what you wanna do ill be routing for you, you know that right?” I sighed as I looked down at her sleepy eyes, rubbing her stomach in small circles. “Yeah of course H, I love you so much” She brought herself up to me and gave me such a passionate kiss. The kiss quickly deepened as she quickly jumped on my lap with her legs wrapped around my waist, her hands trailing up my chest and into my hair. A small groan came from within me as my hands went straight to her tight bum, my dick twitching in my jeans when she started to grind up and down on me. “Baby you need your rest, you’ve got a big day ahead” I quickly let go of her lips to look up at her. Her face just full of lust, her emotion right now was pure desperation and need. She wanted me and I never ever turn her down, but under these circumstances she needs her rest. Even though I’m trying my best to contain my hard on in my jeans underneath her grinding on me. “Baby please, I’m just so stressed and horny, please just really quick” Her body still pulling and pushing against me, this woman pure tortures me. I flipped her over so she was lying on the bed, and I was hovering over her. “The things you do to me woman, its a good job I love you” Her face went a state of confusion at my statement, oh shit that came out wrong. “Do you not want to have sex with me?” My face was emotionless as I looked at her reaction, which was pure hurt in her eyes, the lust slowly draining out. “No no babe that came out wrong, I meant to say that I would do anything to make you happy, even though I want it too and I know you need your rest” “Just shut up and kiss me” She giggled as she pushed my head down to meet her lips and she immediately sucked on my bottom lip, she knows that gets me going. Her hands diverted straight to my jeans, unbuckling the belt within seconds. Fuck she must really want me. Such a turn on. Her hands went underneath them and my under and started to rub at the base of my dick, which made me leak instantly. I couldn’t hold in my moans as they escaped into her mouth. “Fuck” I mumbled when I decided to take my lips away from hers and took my clothes off so I was naked in front of her with my dick hitting off of my lower abdomen. She decided to take off her tiny little dress, her bra and knickers being pooled to the floor beside the bed and she just lay there, waiting for me. Fuck this is so hot. “Well what are you waiting for? Are you guna fuck me or not?” Her giggles filled the hotel room when her hands started to roam around her body until they got lower and her fingers started to roam around her slick little pussy, rubbing her clit. The pleasure ran through out her entire body while she was rubbing herself, which again made my dick twitch. I couldn’t waste anymore time and I took my dick and rubbed it on her clit, teasing the shit out of her. “Don’t tease me please Harry” Her pleads ran over her lips as she looked at me in the way that she always does when she wants something, especially when she wants my dick ramming into her. I forced myself into her with ease because she was so wet. “Jesus Y/N your soaking for me, fuck” I mumbled into her ear when I leaned down to give myself more balance to ram into her harder. I reached down to grab her legs and pulled them over my lower back and pulled her pelvis as close as she could get to reach deeper into her. Now that she is on the pill I can finally feel her without a condom, and it is like euphoria. The way she feels around me makes me cum in seconds. “Aw so warm, soft, so tight for me baby” Her moans got louder and quicker by the second when her orgasm was getting closer and closer. “Harry, fuck, I’m cumming” I love when she cums really hard, she just clenches around me, pulls the cum straight out of me, so hot. Her hips started to shake uncontrollably which made me have to hold them down with my hands. A loud scream whelped out of her voice as she came around me. My high was coming just as she finished, ramming into her harder. “Fuck, I’m filling you baby, I’m filling you oh god” I moaned just as I was cumming, spurting my load straight into her. Both of out sighs filled the room when we finished. When I pulled out of her my cum started to ooze out of her tiny hole, which I then got up and walked to the bathroom to get toilet paper to wipe her clean. “Look at you looking after me, such a gentleman” “Well I cant have my cum making you all dirty” As I pulled the toilet paper around her she winced with the sensitivity of her clit. “Sorry, love” “Its alright, just come to cuddle with me will you?” “Course I will babe” I threw the tissue paper into the bin beside us and got in, pulling her body into mine and resting my head on her waist. “Thank you” She mummered as her eyes tiredly closed. “For what?” “Fucking me until my stress went away” She giggled beaming down at me. “That’s what I’m here for, to help you de-stress” She quickly fell asleep which I joined, its going to be a hell of a day tomorrow.
Y/N’S POV The hours of sleep felt like minutes when the alarm went off at half 6 in the morning. This is the day of the show and I am beyond excited. The feeling going through me was hard to explain, nerves, excitement, abit of everything I suppose. “Harry, get up” I poked at his back every second to get him out of his deep sleep. I felt so bad that he had to get up with me. He looked so comfortable and peaceful just lying there. I could have looked at him forever. “Okay I’m up, I’m up” His puffy eyes looked directly onto mine while I ran my fingers through my hair. “The car is coming in like half an hour so I’m guna go shower and all that stuff, then we should be ready to go” “Okay ill shower after, don’t be too long now, I know what your like” I sniggered whilst I got up to get ready.
Once we got into the stadium it was all fully ready for the show, the lights sitting perfectly, the names of the important guests stuck onto their seats, the décor looking 10 out of 10, I just cant wait to get up on stage. We were all gathered to the stage for a prep talk which Harry wasn’t apart off. At this point he was getting ready for to do his rehearsal sound check. “Okay ladies we only have a couple of hours to go until the big event. I hope everyone got a good rest last night.” The thought of last nights events running through my head was turning my mouth into a small grin, I wish we had more time last night, I was still so horny for him. But hopefully after today he will wanna go all night. “So the plan is were going to run through the performance one more time, then your going to do your hair and makeup, then your going to do some press interviews, Snapchat updates etc. Then the show will start. Y/N is opening and closing this year for the first time so Y/N the pressure is on you my lovely” All of the girls started to laugh and I joined in. Thanks for making me feel better about it Monica. “Harry is performing the opening song with kiwi, then Miguel is up, then Jane Zhang, then Leslie Odom, then Harry is closing the show. So there is plenty of time for you girls to walk then change, there is like 11 songs altogether so it shouldn’t be a problem. Then after the show you’ll be getting a lot of pictures for the class of 17. Then you’ll do more press, and then it’ll be the after party so you’ll need more glam and change your outfit of course. SO you guys have a lot ahead of you today, but just enjoy it and have fun. Good luck ladies” We all started to cheer and clap our hands while Monica walked off of backstage. All of us gushed to the dressing room to get everything set up and all glammed up.
A few hours later and I was all done with my glam. I hadn’t seen harry from this morning when I arrived, knowing the whole day is pure hectic, I would have liked to have seen him before the show started. But its still early days yet I guess. I put on my robe and walked towards Karlie Kloss which was standing there with Bella Hadid. “Hey Y/N girl how are you feeling?” Bella greeted me with a hug when she asked me. I also gave Karlie a quick hug and looked back at Bella. “I’m so excited its beyond words, but also terrified. Like if I fall or do anything it will be seen all around the world. A lot of people tune into see this. Its a lot of pressure” I awkwardly giggle to them. “Don’t think of it like that, just think that your going out there for a photoshoot or something and your having fun on set like you always do when you with us. You’ll be fine once you get up there” “Thanks girlies” Random photographers were coming up and taking pictures of us talking which is something I have never had done before. “This is a weird kind of photography” I laughed to the girls as I saw them taking photos of everyone and anyone apart of the show. “Yeah that’s what they do, they like to capture the moment without having to act fake in front of the camera, they like to take photos in the moment which I think is a good concept. It takes pictures of the energy and excitement of the whole day in the room” Bella explains as she is looking towards a lot of the photographers. “Yeah I guess that’s a really good idea, you would never even think about that” “Okay we have to on ahead to do abit of press interviews, wanna join?” Karlie asked as the started to put on their pink robes. “Sure”
Going through all of the media interviews and being asked the same questions all the time is very exhausting, all of which is about Harry, of course. “So Y/N are you excited to be with Harry when he performs for the first time on the big event?” “Of course, he isn’t used to an event that is as big as this one to be performing on it, its a good way to promote the album and I think that he will enjoy it” “And this is your very first fashion show how are you feeling?” “I’ve been so nervous this past week but now that its here I cant wait to get on the stage and start the show, it’ll be an amazing day. Especially wearing Olivier’s new clothing line is so exciting for him. He’s always wanted to work with Victoria Secret and now its here, its a very big moment for him today and I’m so proud of how far he has came” “Thank you Y/N have a good show” “Thank you, wish me luck, ill need it” I walked away back into the dressing room, sighing at the fact that the media interviews is done. I never liked that part of any event, especially at award shows. Its not something I’m very confident with. “Okay so we have half an hour until the show starts so everyone into your outfits. Y/N your starting off in your grey and blue outfit first so make sure that your ready in 15 minutes” The first outfit I was wearing was a grey lacy bra and underwear with a silk material running down my arms, attached to them with diamond bracelet like jewellery around it.
I stood looking out at the side of the stage off all the photographers sitting all around, with fans sitting in the background, and I couldn’t even see the ending of the stadium it was that big. Seeing all of this now finally hit me, I now feel like anxiety kicking in. I seen Harry making his way over to me, eyeing me up and down. “Y/N you look absolutely stunning baby girl, cant wait to see you out there” He gave me a quick kiss and walked back to the side of the stage where he was going to enter out of. “Good luck babe I love you” I shouted as she turned around and faced me giving me a cheeky grin. The music started filling the stadium and I knew it was my queue to go in like a few minutes. “Okay Y/N get ready, your heading out in 10 seconds” A lot of people was working with my hair and fixing my tiara on my head. The crew ran off to the side of the stage and the doors started to open. Oh no what have I done. The screams of fans grabbed my attention and Harry’s instrumental part of Kiwi playing as I started walking out. Thinking about the way I walked in my audition was the only thing I could think of in that moment in time. I quickly raised my hands up so the silky material was waving at my sides as I was walking to the end of the stage. I stopped and pushed my hip out to the side and started to smile. I blew a kiss to the camera and made my way back, walking with pure sass in my hips. My smile couldn’t wash off of my face when I seen Harry coming walking onto the stage and he stood watching me walking towards him. His baby blue Gucci suit uncoincidentally matched my first outfit, and my god he looked so good in it. As I walked past him I blew him a kiss and he sent a wink my way, touching my arm as he started to sing the first line of the song.
As the show went on I went out a few times with the first outfit on. I was defiantly feeling more comfortable every time I walked out onto the stage. I was dancing to the different songs as I walked out, getting into the beat of the songs, which is what a lot of the other models were doing too so I didn’t want to look like I wasn’t having fun.
It came to the end of the show and Harry had changed into a different suit. A black suit with a pink shirt on underneath. Yummy. I had changed into Olivier’s outfit which looked amazing on me I have to say. Once Harry started singing Only Angel I couldn’t wait to get back out and walk around him singing. When I seen him perform it was always him by himself, and I always wanted to get up beside him and dance with his songs. This time I can actually do it and I couldn’t wait. Half way through the song I came out, and I was the first thing that Harry laid his eyes on as I walked past him. I could feel eyes burning into my stomach, radiating through out my body. I again stood at the end of the stage laughing at the camera as I done my poses. I walked back and again blew Harry a kiss while his voice was running right threw my ears. It came to the end of the song and I came walking out again, by myself. I walked to the end of the stage yet again and started to sing the lyrics and I then turned around to show the Victoria Secret logo on the back of the jacket. I stuck my bum out and moved it to the beat of the song, then turned around to stand in the middle of the stage and waited for the rest of the angels to come out to join me on stage to close the show. At this point Harry’s song had finished, and he was waiting for the rest of the singers to come out and he made his way into the middle of us. Of course he moved himself so he was standing next to me, applauding all of us as we applauded them. He was trying so hard not to look down at me because the media would take a picture in that split second and sell it to the media so he tried not to throw something out that people would report. They are doing enough reporting as it is about us being out here let alone anything else, which is understandable. We started to walk back to the backstage area once it was all finished and the class of 17 pictures were taken, I’m just glad its over now.
Harrys POV Thank god the show is over, I actually had never felt so nervous doing a performance before, but this one was different. There was million upon millions of people watching this live so I kind of had to make sure that my voice was perfect. Another thing that was perfect was my girlfriend. She done the show so well, you would think she had been doing it for years. She looked sexy as hell. Through out my performance all I could think of was taking her back to the hotel and fucking her brains out. Once it got to the end of the show we all walked out and I went straight to Y/N. She looked so drained but still gorgeous. At least now I can take a look at her in her outfit, fuck she looked sexy. Her gaze was on one of the models, talking her life away as usual. “Y/N” I shouted to get her attention. Her gaze set on me and she quickly ran to me giving me the biggest hug and a kiss. “Harry you did so well I’m so proud of you” “I’m so proud of you, you looked really good out there” “Thank you H” Her lips retrieved back to mine for a quick peck. I pulled her head to my lips and whispered “Can you keep the underwear that you wore on stage, would love to see you do a walk for me tonight” “Maybe I will, just for you” her eyes grew a lust again, she is still horny from last night, I know she is. She’s always craving my cock even in public, I love it. “Right guys its press then the after party, so ladies lets get changed and lets go and get drunk” We all cheered at Ed as he walked off again. “Okay well I’m going to go and get changed and ill see you at the after party yeah? I shouldn’t be too long” “Wait are you not doing press?” “I done it before I went on so I don’t have to do it now” She smiled. Smart thinking my girl has. “Well you better make sure you take that baby blue undies home with you.” “Don’t worry I will”
A few hours passed and I was standing talking to Alessandra and her daughter when I seen Y/N make her way into the room, holy fuck. She was wearing a black cut out dress. It had a slit up the side and it had half of her body exposed with a bra top which faded into a full crop top on the other side of her body. She had her hair tied in a messy bun up so show the turtle neck finish on the dress. Could this girl get any sexier. She made her way to Bella to talk to her. “Sorry I’m going to be really rude but Y/N just walked in and I haven’t seen her for a while, do you mind if I go over?” “No not at all Harry, it was so nice to see you” “And you, have a good night” I replied and walked on to meet Y/N standing with my back to me. “Excuse me my lady but would you like a drink of your choice?” I tapped her on her shoulder and she turned around with Bella looking towards me. “ Harry you scared the living death out of me” She giggled as she looked straight back at me. That laugh. I could listen to that laugh every day. “I can see that you liked the blue suit better then H” I quickly changed my suit back to the baby blue one because I love the colour of it, plus it made me looked tanned and ripped so why not. “It looks good babe, like really good” Her hands made their way down my arms to my forearms and squeezing them lightly. “What do you say we get out of here early” “Sounds like a good plan baby girl” A hour or so later we left to our hotel to get some ‘rest’. We told the guests that we were too jetlagged and tired to stay any longer, what a good way out.
Y/N’S POV We walked into the kitchen part of the hotel and immediately decided to take my shoes off. Wearing heels all day isn’t as glamorous as it may seem. “Did you have a good day love?” Harry asked as he was standing near me, eyeing up my body. “Yes it was the best day, just glad all the madness is over now though” I pushed my hair back from the bun and pulled it through my fingers, loosening the curls slightly. “So…” he sighed, taking another step closer to me. He’s suddenly in front of me, brushing against me and looking down at me with lust in his eyes. “What are we going to do now?” “Mmm, I think I have a rough idea” I pulled hard on the nape of his neck and pulled him into a forceful kiss. He returns the kiss immediately, his hands finding my waist as my fingers tangle through his hair, just the way he likes it. He steps forward and pushes me against the island in the kitchen while he pries my mouth open, giving him full excess to the inside of my mouth, licking inside, making me breathe out a small whimper. I feel him pouring everything he had into this kiss. It feels like everything is happening is going in slow motion, the way his tongue is grazing yours, his hands tracing the bottom of the waistline of your open cut dress and running his hands over your exposed torso. I grab him tighter with my arms roaming around the top of his muscular back, feeling each muscle tense with my touch, I just want to feel and kiss every inch of his body. “So you know that underwear that you wanted me to keep?” His face dropped. “Well its on me right now” I suddenly felt his trousers restrict below me on my thigh when his face smirked at me. “Baby girl you know what you do to me, you can feel it cant you?” I smile at him and press my lips against this again. His hands roamed around to the zip of the dress on the top of your neck and quickly pulled it down, stripping me doing so. The cold air hit my skin giving me goose bumps. “Bed, take me to bed” I whimpered, and he obliged, grabbing my hands and making his way to the bedroom. You squeal when he drops me onto the bed and his cute little giggle lifts the atmosphere to the way we normally are. I quickly started to shed his clothes off, piece by piece, ever so slowly, teasing the crap out of him. His raspy moan escaped his lips as I flipped him over so that I was straddling his hips once again, like last night. I started licking and kissing his chest making sure I never missed a exposed inch of his body. Harry groans again, and I fight back a smile knowing that this is what I do to him.
His eyes rake down my body seeing me in my underwear from the show, eyeing me like a piece of meat that he can only have. “Harry just fuck me until it hurts” I made my way to the bottom of his naval, looking up at him through my eyelashes as I was pressing feathery kisses to it. Harry lets out another raspy groan again and snaking your hair into his hands, bringing your face up parallel to his. “I will baby girl” His green eyes have become a dark emerald, his hands never leaving your body as they made their down from your chest to your waist, then to your naval, then down to your thighs. “Ill do anything you want me to do baby, I’m all yours” “I want you so bad Harry, just fuck me” He pulled me into his chest and wrapped his large ring covered fingered hand around to undo my bra and he took them into his hands kneading them. He took one of them into his mouth as you started to rock onto him slowly. His hand reached down to your ass to help you move on him harder. “Fuck” His head fell back in pure pleasure that I was giving him. “I bet you touch yourself thinking about me ramming into you when I’m gone, don’t you?” “Fuck” You whisper while you grind on him harder and squeeze my eyes shut. I don’t know how he does it. He can make me cum just by his words let alone his touch. I brought up the courage to say something that I know would make him bust a nut right in his boxers, which also is the truth. “No, I think, fuck, I think about you ramming into me, spreading me open, making me scream” I look down at him and I see his reaction to me. His face is filled with concentration and lust. He’s looking at me like he’s imagining the different ways he could destroy me. “Fuck baby, your so good to me, knowing that you do that will make me fuck my own hand way better when I’m gone” Just the image of him doing that alone while looking at pictures of me that I sent him so that he’s reminded of what he’s missing at home just gets me off.
He pulls me to lay on the bed and crawls between my thighs, looking at the wet patch on my knickers then back up at me. “Please Harry, just touch me, or do something” I’m begging him with everything I have for him to touch me, and he groans hearing the desperation in his voice. He curses just by looking at how wet I am for him and he pulls his face away to look at me in a moaning mess. “Jesus baby your dripping wet for me, soaking your panties is all I think about” He makes his way back down to my wet centre and pushes my knickers to the side, and pushes his fingers down, rubbing my folds, gathering the wetness from me and swirling his tongue around them. “So sweet, my favourite thing to eat” He puts his fingers back to where they were, only grazing my clit with the tip of his baby finger. The moans loudly roll off of my tongue, meanwhile Harry looking up taking in the sight before him. “Baby please, just give me your cock, I want it so bad” He brought his body up to me and started to kiss me again, and I pulled my hands down to his boxers and pushed them down his muscular legs. He pushes his boxers off of his legs and he uses his hips to pin me down on the bed which made me scream in pleasure. His hips rubbing against my heat, the only thing separating me and him was my soaking wet thong. The heat coming from my hips is starting to become unbearable, the sudden ache feeling went through out my body. Harry is taking far too long to touch me. All I want in this moment is to feel his head poking at m entrance, and rock his hips into mine, but he is purely teasing at his point. “Harry just get in me already, please I’m begging” His face began to smirk and his hands grabbed your wet thong and dragged them down your legs and throwing them on the floor. He finally made is way back to me and pushed inside me, and when he finally did, it was so fucking amazing. I tried to make a sound but nothing would come out. The little grunts that he makes while he is thrusting into me is echoing in my ears. He is so deep that I can feel him hitting my stomach, he feels like he is stretching me, making me feel so full of him, he’s so big, I can take him.
His pants take up the whole room as his thrusts become faster. “So… tight” He pants as his eyes are squeezing shut, pained groans filled your ears as he continued. It starts off with his hips slowly reclining, so slow that its pure torture, then ramming into with force, hitting places that you didn’t know he could. My hands reach up to touch his swallow tattoos then up to caress his hair through my fingers as he continues to get into a pattern with his thrusts that can reach so far up inside me. “Your… so deep.. Harry, I’m oh my fucking god” I cry to him with the burning pit in my stomach forming. “Are you close baby? He presses his lips onto my neck, bringing his lips down as low as he could go while he was still ramming into me with great force. “Such a pretty cunt, taking me so well, so wet, dripping for me, fuck” My hips buck up when he suddenly hits the spot I’ve been waiting for. “I’ve got every inch inside of you, do you feel it baby girl?” I couldn’t coherent an answer, I just looked up at him, in his eyes, which was still a dominant dark green colour, looking straight at where we were connecting, looking at his cock sinking in and pulling out of me. “C’mon baby girl, give me a good one” He whispered as he looked directly at me again. His speed slowed down as he decided to go for a forceful slow pump, angling his body so his pelvic bone hits at my clit as he rides me in and out, sending me to my orgasm. In a few thrusts after I came his trusts go faster reaching his high at the end. He pulled out of me and wanked himself off onto my stomach, letting out a massive inhumane moan. He moved himself off of me and lay beside me out of breath. He grabbed tissues from the side of the bed and wiped my stomach clean. Thank god he remembered to put tissues there instead of going to the toilet to get more roll. “Wow” I was speechless when I looked at Harry, still coming down from my high. “I haven’t came like that for a while” I said to him as I laughed. “Neither have I, it must of been the underwear.”
Any other autistics out there get absolutely furious when neurotypicals don’t observe social rules?
I’ve had etiquette and proper behavior shoved so hard down my throat all my life that I’m just completely outraged by the fact that I have to follow all of these rules and other people don’t.
And I’m not talking about occasional slip-ups or neurodivergent people doing this. I mean that I’m working with the public 40 hours a week and at least 4/5ths of them are like this.
They don’t say “hello” when you greet them. They don’t say “excuse me” when they forcefully shove past you to get somewhere. They don’t say “thank you” when you go out of your way to do shit for them. They make inappropriate jokes. They’re rude and critical and argumentative.
They talk about themselves and don’t allow you to talk about yourself. They smack their bubblegum, and chew with their mouths open, and talk on the phone while ringing up, and shout across the store, and make loud spontaneous noises in public, and dance in the aisles, and play with the merchandise.
If an autistic person does these things they are attacked and hated for it. Almost without exception. But neurotypicals get away with this shit all the time.
My etiquette is damn near perfect, especially with strangers. Every teacher report I ever got was how “polite” I was. But it wasn’t enough. I was still constantly criticized for my body language and facial expressions - the things I can’t help. And any time I slightly slipped up - one single mistake of missing a please or thank you - I was instantly attacked and relentlessly abused for it.
So it seems to me etiquette is unimportant as long as you are “likable”, and you are only “likable” if you are perky and exhibit your expressions correctly. So to be likable seems to be unattainable to those of us who cannot fully mask our traits, and neurotypicals are held to different and lower standards than neutodivergent/autistic people.
Summary: Richie Tozier finds himself in a sticky situation and is forced to hide in a closet for safety. He wasn’t expecting to find the space already occupied, and he defiantly wasn’t expecting to enjoy the company so much.
A/N: I actually hate this chapter, it is such a filler. I mean it’s leading somewhere but god, get on with it. Oh well, let us go on!!!!
Richie looked at his clock, noticing how late
he was running. He cursed, hurrying through his door as fast as his feet would
take him. The truck door slammed against his leg, pushing against his bruises
but he ignored the pain, shoving the key in the ignition and breathing life
into his beat up vehicle. He smirked, pulling from his drive and flooring it,
the sound of his screeching tires echoing in the cool morning air.
By the time he had made it to the Kaspbrak
household Eddie was already standing by the curb, his face scrunching up in
frustration. Richie pulled beside him, smiling proudly. “You’re late.” The
small boy sneered before hopping into the cab.
“Well good morning to you too sunshine.” He
replied back cheerfully.
“I still don’t understand why Bill can’t just
pick me up. He lives right down the street.” Eddie grumbled, buckling his
“Well like I explained yesterday, Bill and
Stan are at the crucial point in their relationship where they like to suck
face in the back of Billy Boy’s car before class.” Richie retorted, pulling out
a cigarette and lighting it before shifting in gear and continuing towards the
school. “So unless you’re into three-some’s I think you might want to
reconsider who you ride with.”
Eddie huffed in annoyance, “Does it have to
be you though? You were late on the first day!”
“Exactly Eddie Bear, the first day. Give me
time to adjust to my new schedule!” He replied, stealing a glance at his
friend. The bruises on his face and neck had healed some over the weekend but was
still black and purple in places making Richie feel sick. He took in a long
drag, exhaling slowly. “So how did your mom take your face?” The question was
quick but Eddie flinched none the less.
“I spent all day yesterday in the ER, getting
CAT scans.” He replied, shrugging his shoulders and sighing. “She was sure I
had a concussion or brain bleed or something. Didn’t want me going to school
today because of it.”
“Huh well that sucks ass, way to stick it to
“What about you?” He asked, staring at Richie’s
own bruised mug. “How did your folks take it?”
“Wouldn’t know.” Richie muttered, flicking
his death stick out the open window. “Mom was too drunk to take notice and Dad
hasn’t been back all weekend.”
“Oh.” He whispered, looking out towards the upcoming
school. “I-I’m sorry.”
Richie shrugged off the sentiment, pulling
into a parking space. “Nothing to be sorry about.” He replied, offering a smile
to his classmate. “Been like that my whole life, wouldn’t know what to do if my
parents took notice of me.”
Eddie frowned, opening his mouth to respond
only to be cut off by Mike who had pounced across the hood of the truck with a
loud, obnoxious thud. The boy smiled widely, looking through the windshield at
them, “Well look at you two, a matching pair.”
Richie rolled his eyes, opening his car door.
“I’ll show you a matching pair Hanlon” He yelled making a rather crude gesture
through his pants. Mike laughed, tumbling back onto the ground. The trashmouth
looked over to his small friend and grinned. “Coming along Eds?”
“Don’t call me that.” Eddie replied, opening
his own door and hoping out. He headed towards the school entrance, not looking
back at his driver. Richie followed obediently, swearing he could see a blush
creep up the small boy’s neck.
Richie walked Eddie to his first period,
waving at him as he disappeared through the door. He whistled a light tune,
heading towards his Chemistry class that he shared with Beverly and Ben. As he
sat down the two took notice to his enjoyable attitude.
“Someone is in a good mood.” Ben remarked,
opening his book to the lab that they were to do for the day. He looked up and
cringed. “What happened to your face?”
“Got in a fight.” Richie replied casually,
“Was defending your mothers honor so you’re welcome.”
Beverly rolled her eyes, “He was trying to
defend Eddie’s honor and got his ass kicked.”
“So it is true.” Ben remarked, grinning
happily. “You do have a thing for him.”
“I do not.” The trashmouth protested, “Who in
the hell told you that?”
“Beverly!” He hissed, “What the fuck!”
She shrugged, “What’s the big deal? You took
a beating for the kid, it that doesn’t scream ‘I like you’ then I honestly
don’t know what does.”
“Still, was it necessary to tell Haystack?”
He bit, ignoring the lecture that had begun up front. “Who else have you told?”
“Yeah I guess I am, my best friend has a huge
mouth.” He retorted, huffing in frustration. Beverly scoffed, flipping him off
and drawing attention back to their group.
“Please pay attention back there!” The
elderly lady screeched, pointing her finger to the three friends.
“We are Ms. Dupree.” Ben replied, gesturing
to his open book.
The teacher narrowed her eyes, practically
spitting venom towards them. “If you are paying attention then tell me Mr.
Hanscom, what is the most abundant protein in the human body?”
“Collagen.” Ben replied proudly. The teacher
sneered, turning back to the black board in defeat. Richie patted his friend on
the back, whispering a quick and kind thank you before settling down in his
seat. Every now and then he would shoot a dirty look to Beverly, which she so
“If it’s any consolation,” The stout boy in
his group whispered, leaning across the lab towards Richie. “I heard Eddie
likes you too.”
“What?” Richie sputtered in surprise, his
heart fluttering in his chest. “Who told you that?”
“Can’t tell.” He replied, smirking. “I
don’t want to have a huge mouth.”
Lunch came quickly and the trahsmouth headed
to their table in the quad. Bill and Stan had arrived first completely
engrossed in their own conversation. Richie beamed as he sat down, pulling the
cigarette from his pocket and lit it before asking, “So what are you two lover
boys talking about?”
“None of your business.” Stan bit, eyeing the
death stick in his hand. “And I told you before, you can’t smoke out here.”
“Wow I think that’s the first time you’ve
spoken to me in school.” Richie replied, taking in an exasperated drag. “Talk
rules to me baby, I like it.”
Bill smiled, chuckling at the unhealthy
exchange. “W-we were talking about t-the out of s-state game this weekend.” He
replied, nodding at Mike and Ben how had taken their usual seats beside them.
“T-there is a bunch of s-students going, renting a h-hotel and everything.”
“I heard that.” Ben added awkwardly. “I think
it’s just an excuse to party without parents busting down the door.”
“Probably.” Mike replied, “The game’s
supposed to be a blow out.”
“So are you guys going?” Richie asked, smoke
trailing out of his nostrils.
Bill shrugged, “I-I don’t know, I-I think
it’ll be f-fun. If w-we go t-together we can s-split rooms.”
“I think it’s a stupid idea.” Stan hissed,
rolling his eyes.
“Oh then we must go.” Richie joked, winking
at the annoyed friend.
“Go where?” The group looked up to notice
Eddie and Beverly who had arrived together. As they sat down Richie looked over
to his best friend, handing her a cigarette as a peace offering, which she
“Out of state football game, hotel and party.
You down?” Mike asked, smirking at Richie knowingly. The trashmouth noticed,
nearly choking on his smoke. He turned and ripped the cigarette from Bev’s
“Hey!” She protested, “What did you do that
“You know why.” He bit, crushing the already
diminished stick he had and sucking down the new one. She didn’t reply, only
scoffing in annoyance.
Eddie raised an eyebrow at the weird
exchange, only shaking his head. “I guess if I can convince my mom I’m game but
it’s going to be a miracle with my face already pounded in once this year.”
Richie smirked, the dirty joke dancing on his
tongue. He gulped down the inappropriate comment, taking in a drag instead.
“W-Well try, and l-let us know t-tonight so we c-can make the r-reservations.”
“Fine.” The small boy replied, taking his
first bite of his lunch. “But I doubt she’ll go for it.”
“I bet she will go for me.” Richie joked,
unable to keep his comments to himself.
“Oh shove off Tozier.” He replied, smirking
It was after the sixth ring and second shout
from his mother that Richie picked up the phone, cursing the person in the
process. “Tozier residence, sober one speaking.”
“He can go.” A high pitched girl practically
squealed from the other line.
“Eddie.” Beverly explained, the television
blaring behind her. “He convinced his mom it was an overnight field trip and he
told Bill he can go this weekend.”
Richie felt his heart jump into his throat,
“Seriously? That hag believed him?”
“I guess so!”
“Holy shit.” He replied, a smile pulling at
the corners of his lips. “Didn’t think that squirt had it in him.”
“You know you have to make a move right?”
Beverly asked, her voice laced with seriousness that made Richie’s stomach
twist painfully. “It’ll be the perfect time and you know it.”
“Come on.” She whined, and Richie could
practically hear her stop her foot through the phone. “You just have to okay?
If you don’t you may never get a chance like this again.”
He sighed, leaning his head against the wall.
“I know.” And he did know because the word had gotten out about what had
happened this weekend, earning Eddie extra attention that had attracted other
possible suitors. If he didn’t do something soon he would be forced to sit back
and watch the boy he liked screw around when he would give anything for it to
be him who Eddie was screwing.
“Just ask him Richie.”
The rest of the week went by in a blur of
planning and excitable discussions as friend’s argued how they were going to
all make the five hour drive. In the end it was settled that Bill was going to
drive his car while Richie drove his truck. With Mike heading down with the
team it left six of them to endure the trip together.
Saturday came and the friends met outside of
Bill’s house, everyone eager for their upcoming adventure. Richie stayed in his
vehicle, his head lulling against his shoulders while his hand bit into an
energy drink. Last night had been one of the worst sleeps he had ever endured.
His refusing to quit as it made up scenarios about the next day. Every single one
involved Eddie and every single one ended badly
The car door creaked opened and Richie
groaned. “About time Beverly, I thought you were going to-“He stopped, noticing
the smallish kid in his passenger seat. His eyebrow raised in confusion, “The
fuck are you doing here?”
“I was kicked out of the other car.” He
huffed, buckling his seat belt. Richie felt his heart kink in his chest. “Apparently
it had been decided that I was stuck with your ass.”
A grin curled on the trashmouths face, “Well
aren’t you lucky.” He cooed, “I’m clearly the best road trip partner, I have a
great taste in music.
Eddie scoffed, “I doubt that.”
“Just wait Eds, there is a lot that can surprise
(this may or may not ever turn into something, so I thought I’d leave it here as the product of my procrastination.)
Obito gets lost on the way back
to the afterlife.
It sounds like the start of the
worst joke ever, like something Kakashi would mock him for forever after finding out about it, but it is, Obito admits to
himself with great reluctance, actually true. This is definitely not the Pure
Land, Rin is definitely not waiting for him, and he is definitely alive,
because apparently using Kamui to skip out on your path to the afterlife leaves
you alive even when you don’t want to be.
The worst part is, Obito can’t
even regret it. He’d make the same decision again, because Kakashi needed his eyes so he wouldn’t just
stand on the sidelines like a useless lump or throw his life away trying to
take a hit. With Kamui, Kakashi has a chance at getting them a victory against
Kaguya. Without it—
Without it he’s dead, and Obito
doesn’t need the blood of any more teammates on his hands.
Cursing quietly, Obito pushes
through a particularly tight net of tree branches, trying to figure out where
he is. Another dimension, he can tell that much—Kamui gives him a good sense of
such things—but unless he wants to kill himself with chakra exhaustion he can’t
teleport back out of it. He could try it to get back to the afterlife that way,
or just use a kunai, but—
Obito is a stubborn bastard. He
was fine dying to save his friend, because there was no other choice and he was
dead at the end of the war anyway, but if he’s alive? Yeah, fuck that, Obito is
going to survive. It’s what he’s always done, and even if it’s against the
world’s best interests, Obito is going to keep it that way. He’s alive, and no
one can take that away from him.
The forest thins out up ahead,
the spaces between the tree trunks widening as the ground grows rocky, and
Obito makes for it, hoping to find some higher ground so he can at least get a
look at his surroundings. The earth is covered with old leaf-litter, soft and
silent underfoot, and Obito feels like he should know it, like this whole area
is familiar, but he can’t quite place it.
He rounds a thick stand of
trees, pushes through a thicket of brambles that curl away from the touch of
his Mokuton, and hears—
War. War like the one he just
left, the one he started, but without
the monstrous roar of the bijuu or the overwhelming lash of chakra from shinobi
with no concept of human limits. The earth trembles beneath his feet, the air
rings with shouts, and there’s a clang and crack of weapons meeting. Fire
roars, the smell of scorched cloth and flesh rising in its wake, and there’s a
A familiar cry.
Obito reacts without even
thinking. He dodges around the last copse of trees, chakra already surging
within him, and bursts out onto the battlefield just as there’s a flash of
Years of learning how to craft a
plan, how to alter it on the fly, how to act and react and take advantage of
every skill he’s managed to cultivate—that’s enough to let him take in the
fight in one swift glance, ignoring that fact that it should be impossible.
Senju on one side, heavily armored and fighting desperately; Uchiha on the
other, backs bared because their stupid pride won’t let them wear armor, but pushing
the Senju back. Two sources of chakra brighter than the rest—one on the far
right, two heads with long black hair, a dragon made of wood, a familiar gunbai
and a curl of scorching flame. The other is at the far end, almost dead-center.
A fading glow of gold, black hair, Uchiha symbol, and he’s turning but it won’t
be fast enough.
But Obito has faced a man who’s
even faster, and he can make it in time.
It’s nothing conscious that
drives him—the connections are simpler than that. Half a moment to judge,
another bare fraction of a heartbeat to let Kamui whirl to life, and there’s a
beat in Obito’s blood that sounds like the
cause the cause the cause. Nothing solid, nothing certain, but trained
instinct and denial working in tandem as he whirls off the battlefield. A
portal into the Kamui dimension, and almost before he fully materializes he has
another forming, leading right back out, and he snatches up a staff from a pile
of stored weapons and is gone. As soon as he’s through he shifts his body
sideways, back into the other dimension as he phases through the man—no armor,
just robes, and fuck but Obito can’t
believe he’s part of a clan filled with such arrogant assholes, thinking
they’re too good to wear armor in a fight—and brings the shakujo around.
A sword collides with it in a
flash of yellow light, and red eyes framed by white hair go wide.
Obito snarls, in no mood to call
for a truce here and now, and plants the butt of the shakujo in the ground. He
leaps, using it as a pivot, and slams a foot into Tobirama’s armored chest with
all the force of his chakra behind it. The future Nidaime goes flying, and
Obito lands lightly, yanking the staff up as he turns.
Uchiha Izuna rounds on him with
a victorious laugh, red-and-black eyes bright with triumph, and opens his
Obito sweeps his feet out from
under him, dumps him on his ass, and buries him in grasping roots that drag him
to the ground and pin him there. “When the hell is it ever going to be enough for you bastards?” he snarls
right in the man’s dumbfounded face. “How many innocent people need to die in
this stupid fucking war before you finally decide that you’ve had enough
There’s no answer, only blank
gaping, and Obito growls, pivoting on his heel. Several knots of fighting
shinobi are watching him with one eye, clearly wary, but not enough to stop
their own battles. It’s not going to be enough to save them, because in a split
second Obito has made up his mind. It’s a stupid decision, probably the worst
he could come up with, but if there’s a chance in hell of stopping all of this
before it starts, Obito will take it.
“Stay there,” he growls at
Izuna, leveling his shakujo at him, and then turns. A burst of speed sends him
hurtling right at a Senju kunoichi with her hair in a topknot and the
ponytailed Uchiha she’s fighting, and he shoves right behind them, knocking the
woman into the man and pinning them both with Mokuton. The Senju lets out a
startled cry, but Obito is still moving. Branches and roots erupt around him,
grabbing for shinobi without discrimination.
Those in Obito’s path don’t have
nearly as much of a chance to fight back; Kamui makes him a ghost, and even
when he’s tangible his speed leaves him all but untouchable. He plows through
the ranks separating him from the other fighting pair, drives forward with a
wave of Mokuton subsuming everything behind him. There’s a snarled knot of fury
growing larger and larger in his chest, a twist of something that’s very close
to grief, and he’s had enough.
With a shout, Madara shoves
Hashirama away, then whirls in, sword sweeping down. Hashirama catches it on a
thick burst of wood, shoving him back, and in the same moment Madara’s eyes
flicker up above Hashirama’s shoulder, taking in the rest of the battlefield in
an automatic sweep.
Obito, barely three yards away
with his shakujo already swinging, catches his eye and bares his teeth in a
Oh, he’s going to enjoy this.
Hashirama must see something in
Madara’s face—either that or his instincts give him warning, but Obito likes
the idea that Madara’s dumbfounded expression serves as warning enough. The man
ducks, rolling to the side, and the ring of the shakujo sweeps across the space
he just occupied. It just misses Madara as he leaps backwards, a fireball
bursting from his lips, but Obito phases right through it, landing lightly and
spinning the staff through his fingers.
Madara feints left, but this is
man who trained Obito to begin with, almost a century younger and far less
skilled, and Obito easily spots the misdirection. He lunges the opposite way,
catches Madara’s sword when he reverses directions, then twists past the blow,
drives an elbow into Madara’s gut, grabs him by his long, thick hair, and uses
it as a handhold as he spins, knocks Madara’s feet out from under him, and
drags him down to the ground.
From above and behind him,
there’s a cry, and Obito wrenches the sword from Madara’s hand, keeping the
other man pinned with the shakujo against his throat, and half-turns to level
the blade at Hashirama. It taps the Senju’s chest as he pulls up short, eyes
wide, and Obito snorts.
“One move and I’ll happily put another hole in this waste
of space,” he growls, seeing the way Hashirama’s eyes flicker from him to
Madara and back.
Hashirama stares at him for a
long moment, then nods and takes a careful step in retreat. One half-glance
around them and he says very quietly, “You have Mokuton.”
Madara makes a sound like a
pissy cat dropped into a pond. “You have the Sharingan,” he spits, as though this personally offends him.
“You’re an Uchiha.”
“And that fact has been
responsible for pretty much all of the misery in my life,” Obito retorts, and
for a breathless, terrible moment he’s back in that clearing under the full
moon, a handful of seconds too late to save Rin from Madara’s manipulations. One
blow and he can stop all of that here and now, can prevent so much of the pain
that might come.
Hashirama must see something of
that in his eyes, because he takes a quick stride forward, only to pull up
short when Obito snarls and levels the blade at his throat again. “Please,
don’t!” he insists.
“Get lost, Senju!” Madara snaps
at the same time. “This is an Uchiha matter, I will handle—”
“Clearly it is a Senju matter as
well,” Tobirama says coldly, coming to a halt a short distance away, but his
eyes are on Obito’s sword where it touches his brother’s collarbone.
“I don’t think so,” Izuna
counters, equally chilly and just as biting as he edges closer, Sharingan eyes
narrowed and wary. “Just because some Senju bastard couldn’t take no for an answer when it was coming from
an Uchiha kunoichi—”
Instantly Tobirama whips around,
offended rage written clearly across his face, and he grabs for his sword, only
to be pulled up short when Hashirama reaches back and grabs his wrist.
“But—” Tobirama starts to protest.
“Izuna,” Hashirama says,
carefully even, and he doesn’t look away from Obito but there’s a spark of
tightly contained fury in his dark eyes. “Mind. Your. Tongue.”
Izuna flicks a glance between
Hashirama and Tobirama, swallows, and takes half a step away from them. “Brother,”
Madara gives Obito a dark look,
but he doesn’t try to move. “You wouldn’t stand for such an insult to our clan,
Izuna,” he huffs. “Don’t expect the Senju to have any less pride.”
Narrowing his eyes, Obito
presses the shakujo in a little more firmly. “Don’t bother taking that high and
mighty tone, Madara,” he bites out. “You’re the one I hold responsible for
all of this, and I’m going to fucking take it out of you hide.”
Red-and-black eyes go wide, and
Madara almost flinches away from him, hands rising in something like surrender.
Obito doesn’t want surrender, though. He wants to rip
into Madara the way he wasn’t able to before, wants to get a hand in his chest
and tear the heart right out of him, pay back every bit of pain that Madara
inflicted on the world, through Obito and through Zetsu and by his own hand as
well. Wants to rip and slash and hack away until this monster is nothing but a
pile of bloody flesh, unable to hurt anyone ever again. It overwhelms him for
the space of a breath, white-hot rage the only thing inside of him, and before
he can think to stop himself he tightens his grip on his shakujo and—
Big hands grab him, one arm
around his waist and the other around his chest, and with a jerk he’s hauled
right up off of Madara, dragged back against a broad chest as dark hair tumbles
around him. “No,” Hashirama says,
halfway to a plea, and his grip tightens enough to force the air out of Obito’s
Obito freezes, stiff and stunned
at the touch of another human. Years,
it’s been, since anyone touched him to do anything but inflict pain, and his
muscles go tense and tight in anticipation of a blow.
There isn’t one, though. No hit,
no pain, no kunai slid into his kidneys to gut him and leave him for dead.
No pain, just—
A trickle, wet and hot, against
the back of his tattered robe. Blood, by the smell, and since Obito doesn’t
bleed anymore it has to be Hashirama’s, has to be from when he knocked the
sword aside to save the man who will eventually kill him.
It’s too much. The thought of
it, the reality of standing here over Madara, able to end everything before it
begins, and Hashirama is the one to
What Obito did, the people he
killed—that’s on his head. But it’s on Madara’s too, on Zetsu’s, on Kaguya’s. Uchiha
Obito should have died in a cave-in when he was thirteen, but he didn’t, and
the reason for that is right in front of him. The reason he didn’t carved a
seal into his heart, killed his best friend, and gave him a twisted, broken
vision of the world as an illusion, and then set him to unmake it.
Obito is responsible for his own
actions, and he knows it all too well. But Madara was the trigger. If Obito was
the sword then Madara was the hand that forged and wielded him, and that has to
mean he bears at least a part of the
blame from the hell of the past few years.
“No,” he snarls, and though he shoves backwards to loosen
Hashirama’s grip and get away he doesn’t reach for Kamui, doesn’t try to hurt
the man (again, again, something in
him whispers, hurt him again you mean). “Let go of me! He deserves
whatever I do to him!”
Hashirama’s grip isn’t harsh,
but it is immovable, and he’s as solid as an oak as he drags Obito back another
step. “Don’t,” he says quietly. “This isn’t the way.”
Naruto, Obito thinks, guilt and grief and regret and anger all
wound up and tangled together. He curls his fingers into fists, takes a breath
that vibrates with anger, and does the hardest thing he’s ever managed in his
you write an FP Jones imagine where the reader is Archie’s older sister (like
out of college, 25 years old at least so it’s not weird) and her and FP have
this secret thing going on bc if Fred finds out, hell would break loose and
maybe Archie or Jughead walk in on them being cute af and instead of being mad,
they’re just kinda like “I KNEW IT” and it’s just amazingly adorable??? Thank you
(i think it’s legit the word slut lmao)
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Jones, Jughead Jones, Archie Andrews, Fred Andrews, Pop Tate.
so sorry that it’s been a while since my last imagine, but I’ve been job
hunting lately. I’ll be posting more for you soon. I love you x
moving back to Riverdale, only one person had occupied your thoughts.
really the one to go around dating everyone (very different to your brother,
who in your opinion was a slut), but when you did have relationships, they
usually lasted a good year or two. But this relationship that you had been
building with your dad’s best friend and brother’s best friend’s dad, it was a
Like, if Fred
found out, you and FP would both probably have the same fate as Jason.
“Can you two
shut up?!” You groaned, opening Archie’s bedroom door, looking at the two boys
sitting on the ground, playing the old Nintendo 64 (which was yours, but he had
taken it from your room, obviously). “Jughead, what do you want for-“
“A burger and
fries please.” He didn’t even look at you, making you roll your eyes at the
younger boy’s obsession with Pop’s burgers. “Archie?” You asked, leaning
against the door frame and raising an eyebrow at your ginger brother. “Same as
Jughead, please.” He didn’t even look up at you, his fingers pounding away at
once again, turning around to go to your bedroom. “And try not to break my
controllers!” You called out, shutting your door and picking up your phone, dialling
Pop’s number (which everyone in Riverdale surely must know off by heart) and
placing the order. Once you slid your white Converse on, you rolled your jeans
up and shrugged on a jacket and fixed your hair. You had gotten the darker
locks from your father, unlike Archie, who got the ginger locks from your
mother, whereas, you both had the same eyes, long lashes and pale complexion.
phone into your pocket, you left your room and bounded down the stairs, holding
onto the railing. “Hey there Vegas!” You grinned, kneeling down in the foyer of
the house to pet the Golden Retriever who was obediently sitting at your feet. “I’ll
take you for a walk later on, alright?” You smiled, kissing the Retriever’s
head and walking into the kitchen. “Dad, I need money to pick up dinner. I’ve
ordered yours and I’m about to go- Oh, hello, Mr Jones.” You stopped rambling
as you saw the older male (other than your dad) in the kitchen, leaning against
the counter with a beer.
nodded, letting his eyes rake up and down your body. “Remember. It’s FP or you
don’t say anything at all.” He laughed, looking at your dad. You giggled a
little, keeping your eyes on him, but snapping from the little daydream as your
dad handed you money.
“I’ll be back
in about 20 minutes.” You nodded, grabbing your bag, which hung on the hook,
and taking the keys to the house. You looked over your shoulder, seeing your
dad had moved out of your sight, so you looked FP in the eyes and bit your lip,
giving him a sly wink and leaving the house.
You greeted as you walked into the diner, seeing the man that you had grew up
around. He would always give you free onion rings or a free milkshake everytime
your 5 year old self would walk into the diner, chubby cheeks and hair in two
“(Y/N)! How was
college, love? You’ve grown up so much!” He greeted, shuffling out from behind
the counter and wrapping his arms around you. Pop gave the best hugs, and it
just made you feel like nothing was wrong in the world.
“I passed with
a master’s in Psychology, so that was fun, but other than that, I didn’t really
do too much. I was mostly studying or travelling from New York to Riverdale.”
You took a seat on the stool, biting your lip. “But now that I’m finished, I’m
going to go job hunting. I hope I can find somewhere in Riverdale, or
Greendale, but if not, I’ll have to move elsewhere, and I really don’t want to
do that.” You tightened your ponytail.
“Love, I think
you’d do amazing out in the Psych field, but if you need some quick cash, come
work in the diner for a bit. You could do night shifts for me.” He laughed,
sliding a strawberry milkshake in front of you. “I’ll go finish up your order.”
Pop went out the back, but not before smiling at you when you called out a ‘thank
“Hey! The onion
rings are mine!” You shouted as Jughead tried to take the packet of onion
rings. “I got you a burger and fries, so get away from my food!” You slapped
his hand, sitting at the breakfast counter and huffing as you set your onion
rings and burger in front of you. “That goes for you too, Archie.” You raised
an eyebrow at your little brother, who was obviously trying to take the onion
rings from you.
“I swear, you
still act like you’re sixteen again and complaining when Archie threw up
everywhere,” Fred laughed, making you look up at him with a raised brow. You
shook your head, placing the food back in the paper bag and stuffing it in the
fridge when you felt your phone buzz.
“I’ll be back
later. I need to go deal with something.” You shrugged your jacket on again and
left the house, making your way towards the side of town most people avoided.
“FP?” You said
softly as you opened the trailer door, gently closing it behind you. “Iyou’re
your text.” You swallowed a lump in your throat, hearing the shower running.
You shook your head and made yourself comfortable on his sofa and put on a
cooking show, focusing your eyes on the screen in front of you.
heard you come in.” You looked up, seeing a dripping wet FP with a towel
wrapped around his hips. You smiled, standing up and walking over to him. “You
put on quite the façade with your father, don’t you?” He grinned, leaning down
as you put your hand on his jawline, pecking his lips gently. “I missed you.”
“I missed you
too,” you said softly, grinning as you pushed him towards his bedroom. “Now go
get dressed. I’ll be on the couch.”
You sat down on
the couch, watching FP disappear into his room. You could hear things moving
around and a small thud, which must have either been the towel dropping on the
ground or a pair of jeans falling from his grasp.
voice travelled through the trailer as he walked out of his room, clad in sweat
pants and a flannel. You nodded and held up the blanket, patting the sofa. “Come
sit,” you had said sweetly, watching the older male make his way towards you. “I
didn’t know if you wanted to watch a movie or anything, but I’ll let you pick.”
You smiled, making yourself comfortable with your legs outstretched on FP’s
“I KNEW IT!”
You shot up, bumping your forehead against FP’s as you were awoken by another
male voice, making your eyes wide. “Aren’t they adorable, Archie?” You saw a
brunette and red head, rolling your eyes. FP groaned and looked at the two
teenage boys who were standing at the door.
“I mean, yeah
it is. But you two might wanna be a bit more careful and not leave the front
door unlocked. Because if dad had walked in instead of us two, which almost
happened, until we persuaded him to take a nap, you two would probably have
ended up dead.” Archie swallowed, looking at the two of you, a small smile on
his lips. “We’ve gotta go anyway, Jughead just came to pick up his stuff.”
“Have fun, you
two. But not too much fun,” Beanie Boy winked, making you blush as you watched
them leave. Jughead locked the door, smirking at the both of you and closing
“Well, that went
well.” FP laughed, leaning in to kiss you gently.
well,” you smiled, resting your forehead against his. “Much better.”
Like what if harrys parents cought them kissing or something(They could have timed travel to the future or something). Or Sirius and Remus does. And only their friends know they're together. So its like this big surprise. Or the Malfoys come to complain about their son currupting draco. And harrys parents had no idea he was dating( or even liked boys).
I have no idea how this scenario would come to play but this made me laugh with the idea of an AU of some sorts where the Malfoys show up at the Potter’s house, because Lucius is convinced that “that Potter boy” is corrupting Draco. Lets just pretend this is some fantasy AU where the Potter’s lived and Harry, unafraid of himself and being rejected, was sorted into Slytherin
Because every single one of Draco’s letter’s home to his mother are Potter this and Potter that
and Narcissa just places a hand on his arm to calm him down “They’ve been inseparable since second year, dear”
“Yes well that’s the problem, they’re in trouble every week and I know its that Potter boy’s fault! Draco would never think to sneak out in the middle of the night to play Seekers games, and he would never be caught dead sneaking into the kitchens for a picnic on the astronomy tower its positively plebian!”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Malfoy, its” James starts
“It’s the Potter boys fault” Lucius nearly screeches. And Narcissa tries to tell him to calm down which, duh makes him do the opposite. “My son is lovesick, its the only excuse for this nonsensical behavior.”
“Whatever they’re doing, I can guarantee its your son’s fault and…what the hell do you mean lovesick?” and this time its James who screeches, wondering why Lily doesn’t look shocked.
And this time Lucius smiles because he might be mad but oh boy does he love getting one over on James Potter. “Why my goodness, Potter, don’t tell your son hasnt told you. I suppose he’s not as close to you as our Draco is to us.”
“Tell me what? Lily what is this bloody idiot on about?”
“James, I think you know.” She says, making him bristle. “He never told me anything!” and she just sighs. “He didn’t tell me either, dear…he didn’t need to.”
“He says he’s in love! A malfoy does not fall in love with a Potter. Draco will find a proper pureblood wife, produce an heir and-”
Who said anything about love?” James all but yells.
“Draco has asked for the family ring!” Lucius finally shouts “He says he wants to marry that boy!” and this time its Lily and Narcissa who looked shocked.
…..and thats how they all found out it was definitely more that just a little fling.
Hi! Please can you do an imagine where you work for the shelbys but you’re poor and can’t always afford food. Tommy has a crush on you but only him and his family know about it. You’re working in the stables late one night when you faint. Tommy realises you’re missing in the morning and sends out everyone to look for you. Him and Arthur find you but can’t wake you up properly so Arthur picks you up and carries you back to the house and Tommy waits by your bedside until you’re conscious again.
32 with Tommy. Maybe the reader does something dangerous and Tommy is angry at her?
Please can you do 32 with Tommy? Thank you!
32 - “you could have died.”
You’d not grown up with the same luck as many has bestowed upon them as a child. There was not a full table of warm food spread across a large mahogany table every time you ran through the door; you were lucky if you got anything more than a bowl of cold porridge and slice of stale bread each day. Your family had always been poor, dating back generations. And you were destined to be poor too.
Though, you began to think your luck had changed when you met Thomas Shelby. After hearing that the infamous Peaky Blinder was looking for an assistant to help him with his business, you’d showed up at the door of his office with in a day to interview for the position. He’d hired you within a heartbeat. Your charm, intellect and beauty for someone of such a poorer background has captivated him almost as soon as you shyly slipped into his workplace. Tommy wasn’t about to let someone who could amount to so much return to somewhere that she would likely amount to little.
You thought things were changing for your family; you no longer had to pickpocket for extra money, or rummage through bins for food. That was until your father lost his job. You were now the sole provider for your family, and what you earned from the Peaky Blinders simply wasn’t enough. But you wouldn’t ask for more; you simply refused. Tommy and his family had already done so much for you, as well as your parents, and you were not going to use that to your advantage.
On this particular morning, food was so scarce in your house that it was already spread thinly between your parents; you insisted that you would eat something at work and told them not to worry. But in efforts not to trouble Tommy’s mind, you kept quiet.
The day went slowly for your body, which was extremely uncooperative due to the small amounts of food you’d had over the past few days. Seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours. Gradually, your mind began to blur over and your focus dropped. Your fingers rolled across your temples with ease, attempting to relieve yourself of the ache in your brain. With the lack of success that came from that, you ran your hand through your hair in a fit of stress. After a groan emitted from your parted lips you pressed your hand against your forehead and picked up the pen engraved with the company’s name; your hand shook slightly as you tried to concentrate on your work.
“[y/n]!” Tommy must have said your name at least twice before you actually responded to his calls. Your head snapped up to meet his eyes with a flustered smile.
“I’m sorry, Tommy. I’m a bit out of it today.” You blatantly lied to him. He knew something was wrong, and it made his heart swell with worry that you couldn’t tell him; both because he was worried about you, and that you could possible no longer trust him. And that was the last thing he wanted. Thomas had loved you for months now. You hadn’t realised; neither had he. That was until Polly pointed it out after catching him staring longing at you whilst you worked.
“[y/n], why don’t you… um…” Tommy began, trailing off slightly, “why don’t you take a break for a bit?” You looked up at him blankly for a second, thinking he was trying to stop you from doing legitimate work because of your inadequate focus throughout the day. Internally, you reprimanded himself for the way you were acting.
“Oh! Yeah, sure, of course.” You quickly swept up the sheets you’d previously laid across the table and slipped them into a nearby drawer. With a nod and a small smile, you left the room leaving Tommy solemnly leant against the main table, eyes moving from their place on the floor. The door swung open with a thud, and Polly strutting through the door, her heels echoing loudly off the tiled floor. She stopped in her path when seeing Thomas, her eyebrows furrowing slightly before stepping forward to him.
“There’s something wrong with [y/n].” He replied almost immediately, pushing himself off the table and pacing the floor slightly as he rubbed his hand across his jaw in thought. “And she won’t tell me what.”
“You need to talk to her about it.” Polly advised, walking closer to Tommy and propping herself against the chair beside him. “We’ve all noticed. It’s worrying. You have to, Thomas.” Tommy nodded in agreement.
“She’ll be back soon. I got her to take a break. I’ll speak to her then.” He buttoned up the jacket of his suit before composing himself and walking into his office to wait.
“And while you’re at it you could tell her about your feelings too!” Polly shouted back with a smirk, waiting for his crude reply.
“Fuck off, Pol.”
While you had taken the break Tommy had requested for you, a short-lived walk around the smoky streets of Small Heath, you had quickly gotten back to work; little to his knowledge. You’d completed small errands throughout the day, finally finishing your list of tasks for Thomas as a way to take your mind of the hunger. As your last job of the day, you made your way to the stables. You’d promised Tommy you would tend to the horses a while ago, but figured late was better than never. Your walk there was struggled, to say the least, your hazy mind caused you to misinterpret everything and have you falling over your own feet. With a grasp to the handle of the stables, you pushed your self in short of breath and light-headed. You stumbled into against the wall, taking a deep breath in attempt to steady yourself. The cold air of the Birmingham evening flooded your lungs. Your hand began to slip from its place on the brick wall as your eyelids dropped. Your body collapsed to the hay floor when your mind became blank.
Tommy had waited in the same spot for the rest of the day in attempts to catch you when returning to the offices after your break. The sun eventually set and the offices became dark, a pale white reflection from the moon illuminating the office floor. After checking his watch (for what must have been the millionth time) and realising the the time, Tommy sighed. He stood up, slamming the door to his office harshly and left for home.
He arrived at the workplace earlier than usual the next morning, completely expecting you to be sat at your desk scribbling away, like you always were when he showed up. When he was met with an empty desk, the small smile he wore when thinking about seeing you fell from his lips. He quickly brushed it off and composed himself. It was early; you were probably on your way over, he told himself.
When an hour had passed and Tommy still hadn’t witnessed you walking through the main doors to the company, his thoughts began to race with worry. Did you not want to speak to him anymore? You were heavily involved with the Peaky Blinders, something could of easily happened to you - did something happen to you? Was this why you were acting in such a strange manner yesterday? Tommy rushed from his office at a quickened pace to his family where they worked.
“Arthur, John! Either of you seen [y/n]?” He asked, his voice growing louder with as his concern for your safety grew. They only replied with a chuckle and a light tease at Tommy’s affection towards you.
“Worried about your girlfriend, are we, Tom?” Arthur joked, receiving a praising slap on the shoulder from John.
“I’m fucking serious, Arthur. She didn’t come back yesterday either.” The jocular expressions fell from their faces.
“And she’s not here now?” Tommy shook his head, punching his closed fist against the door as distress overcame his mind.
“‘Ere, Tom, it’ll be alright, okay? We’ll get–” Arthur began to console his brother before being cut off by him with a bellowing shout ringing through the office.
“Everyone stop what your doing! I want every single fucking person in this office on the streets and looking for [y/n]. Look everywhere, anywhere – I don’t fucking care! Just find her.” After a brief moment of hesitation and doubt, the office emptied. Tommy was left leant against his desk, like he’d been left the day prior when you walked out his office.
The entirety of the Peaky Blinders were roaming the streets of Small Heath. Thankfully for them, most of the people avoided them out of fear. But those who didn’t, even if it was just a small wave or kind greeting, were pushed out of their path. Nothing was stopping them. They’d searched houses, stores, back alleys. They’d rang family, friends, even other gangs in the area. They’d shouted, beckoned, begged you to come. But still, after hours of hunting for you, everyone was returning to the offices exhausted and carrying no information on your whereabouts. Tommy had practically pleaded them to 'please, keep looking’, and so they obeyed.
Arthur had wandered away from the rest of the group. He didn’t know exactly where his feet were taking him, but he continued nevertheless. He’d eventually stopped at the stables, shouting your name loudly from the other side of the door. After receiving no reply, he pushed open the vast doors and slipped inside. While the darkened night made it difficult to see inside the dimly lit stable, he progressed in his search despite the struggles. He called your name once more, and after again receiving no reply, he began to search the area. Arthur rummaged through the hay and checked almost every inch of the place. And still, he’d found nothing. With a stressed sigh, he ran his hand through his falling hair and began to leave the stables. But something stopped him. A quiet whimper sounding from a small corner of the stables, directly beside the door. He quickly turned, pulling away the hay that had accumulated in the corner. And there you were, curled up on the cold concrete floor after fainting the previous night. Pulling of his suit jacket, he wrapped it around your frame before picking up up into your arms.
“Fuckin’ hell your freezing.” He spoke quietly, “you scared the life out of everyone, especially Tom.” He continued to speak in your ear as he took you back to the offices in attempt to keep you from passing out again. When he walked into the home, Tommy and Polly sat solemnly in silence around a round table, Tommy immediately ran to his side. The chair he was sat on fell to the floor with a thud as Tommy stood he ran to be at your side. His fingertips ran lightly over your face, which had paled slightly because of the colder temperatures. Polly spoke up after witnessing Tommy’s actions.
“Get her upstairs, she needs some food.”
You didn’t remember much when waking the next morning. But you knew you felt better. You’d woke early the next morning in what you recognised as one of the upstairs rooms in the Shelby family home. Eyes scanning the room, they laid upon Tommy, who was sat in a large chair pointed towards you in the corner of the room.
“Tommy?” Your dry throat managed to croak out. His head quickly lifted from its place in his hands, and a small smile graced his lips as he practically ran to your side. He took your hand in his own.
“Why didn’t you tell me something was wrong?” His lips brushed lightly against your knuckles.
“I didn’t want to worry you.
”You could have died, [y/n]…“ he whispered softly against your hand, ”you could have died.“ In that moment, Tommy’s feeling for you were transparent. Tears welled in the corners of your eye as you saw the nearly broken boy begin to repair himself at your recovery.
"Hey, hey, hey…” you spoke softly, taking your hand from his and placing it beneath his chin to move his face so that it would be facing your own. You placed a light kiss on his lips. “I’m okay.”
￼Request: Hi can a request a fluffy Loki x reader fic where the reader is in a situation where she cannot talk often (maybe her voice causes glass to crack and shatter and people to fall unconscious) instead she uses actions to convey her feelings. when Loki arrives with his brother for redemption he tries to get her to talk by annoying her to no avail. They’re alone one time and the reader snaps telling him to stop; he falls unconscious and she cares for him until he comes to. Please and thank you!!
Requested By: Anonymous
Word Count: 1, 988
Warnings: None (I think)
A/N: First Loki imagine, wooo! I hope you all enjoy, especially all you Loki fans out there. It was a refreshing change to write about him, so I’m glad I got the chance! If you would like to be added to my Tag List for all future updates, just let me know! FYI, (Y/E/C) means ‘your eye color.’ Enjoy!
Loki was not happy. Not happy at all. Why wasn’t he happy? Because he was on Midguard. And what was wrong with being on Midguard? Thor, his brother was there. And he was stuck with him.
“Brother, do not worry. I’m sure that my comrades will not hate you. That much,” Thor comforted, slapping his brother on the back.
Stumbling forward, Loki looked back at his brother and scowled. “Oh, yes. I’m sure those mortals just love me after all that I did.”
Sighing, Thor looked at his brother. “You knew not what you were doing. Besides, you are repentant.”
“Am I?” Loki sassed back, earning a disapproving look from the ‘better’ sibling.
“Well, you will be. At least once they are through with you.”
Rolling his eyes, Loki trudged along beside his brother, looking up at the building. Sure, it was impressive for Midguard standards, but not for Asgard. If that was even his home anymore.
“Welcome, to the Avengers,” Thor announced, pushing open the glass doors with ease.
This will be just great, Loki thought to himself as he followed his oaf of a brother inside.
Well, could be going a lot worse, Loki thought as his brother’s teammates glared down at him.
“Why do we have to keep him here again?” Clint asked through gritted teeth, glaring at Loki. Hand tight on his bow, he never removed his eyes from the god.
“Look, I’m not excited about reindeer games being here either,” Tony grumbled.
“But there is no other option, apparently,” Nat finished the sentence, remembering all too well what she had to do to her best friend to get him out of his head.
“He is my brother,” Thor started, looking them all down. “You will be courteous to him, even if he is deserving of your hatred and spite.”
“He destroyed New York with an alien army,” Steve said, glaring at Loki.
“And tried to take over the world,” Bruce added.
“He’s adopted,” Thor said sheepishly, to which Loki rolled his eyes. Bored, Loki began to look over his foes- allies. Most of them Loki remembered. Some, were new. Like the man with the metal arm, the red man, the girl with glowing-red eyes, and many more. As Loki skimmed over his subjects- friends, his eyes landed on one girl in particular. She was odd, but not in the bad sense. She was odd in the sense that she was quiet, odd in the sense that she distanced herself from others. Curious, Loki continued to look at her, until she noticed and began blushing prominently. Her eyes darted towards Clint, and he saw immediately.
“You stay away from her,” Clint almost growled, moving in front of the odd girl. Loki did not care though. He was intrigued by this girl and wanted to know more. Wanted to know what she liked and disliked, why she was here. One way or another, Loki was going to know that girl.
Two months have passed since Loki arrived at the Avengers compound, and things were a little better. The others were talking to him now, and Loki wasn’t sure if he liked it or not. The company was nice from time to time, when they weren’t glaring at him. Loki always brushed them off though. Some people just don’t understand that he had changed.
Mainly, for her.
Loki had tried everything to talk to the girl. Anytime that he nearly got close to even saying hello, the mother hen swooped in between them.
“No way,” Clint growled one day, standing in front of the girl once more.
“I just want to talk to her, I’m not bad anymore,” Loki had pleaded.
Laughing, Clint shook his head. “Yeah. I’ll believe it when I see it. And good luck talking to her anyway, she-”
But before the mother hen could even finish his sentence, the girl had tapped on his shoulder. The girl had obviously communicated to the arrow man, Loki just did not understand how. She didn’t move her lips, but rather her hands. When Loki first saw this, he thought she was doing magic.
“Are you a sorceress?” Loki had asked in amazement, to which Clint glared him down, offended.
“Out.” He demanded, and Loki quickly made his way out, not wanting to find out what would happen to him if mother hen got any angrier.
So Loki’s quest to talk to the mysterious girl continued, always trying to get close to her. Over the two months that he had been there, he had learned three things about the beautiful and mysterious girl:
1) She did not like mornings. Her face scrunched up in the cutest of ways whenever she was woken up before 9 a.m.
2) Her favorite color was green, or so Loki assumed. She always wore some article of green, whether it be the oversized green sweatshirt she stole from the man with the metal arm or her green shoes, which she wore everywhere.
3) She loved movies, more than life itself apparently. Whenever Loki was looking for her to talk to her (before mother hen showed up), she was sitting in the room with the screen, a different movie on it each time he saw her. Some days it would be little cartoons dancing and singing across the screen, others it would be miniature people falling in love. Without fail though, Loki noticed that every Friday night she watched the same movie, over and over. One with a half fish-half human hybrid and her colorful fish friends.
With each new little tidbit of information about the girl, Loki grew more and more interested. Loki not only thought about her all day, but even dreamed about being able to talk to the beautiful girl, face to face. Just when Loki was about to give up on all hope of ever speaking to the girl, a bit of luck was finally in Loki’s favor.
The heroic team was heading off on a mission, one where they needed almost every member, except for the mysterious girl. Loki, jumping at the opportunity to speak with her, helped pack everyone’s bags that night. To the team, he seemed just a bit too happy.
“Are you sure we can leave him here, Thor?” Steve had asked, glancing at Loki.
“Believe it or not, he is acting a lot better,” Thor commented as he put everyone’s luggage onto the quinjet.
“Yes, but he will be here all alone,” Tony added. The girl, apparently did not like that for she stomped her foot in defiance.
Thor had saw her little foot stomp and smiled. “He will not be alone, (Y/N) will be here.”
Aha! Her name! Loki thought, adding another piece to the puzzle.
Laughing, Clint put his supplies in the quinjet. “Yeah, if anyone can handle him, it's (Y/N).”
This seemed to have made (Y/N) happy, for she nodded her head in triumph.
“I’ll be good,” Loki started, causing everyone to look at him. “Promise.”
“We shall see, brother,” Thor said, clapping his hand on his brother’s shoulder, causing Loki to lose his footing for a moment. “If not, well, you’ll be in for a shock. (Y/N), take care of him for me. Don’t let him get into too much mischief.”
(Y/N) smiled and nodded at Thor, waving the team goodbye.
“That’s no fair,” Loki grumbled to himself. “I’m the god of mischief. It’s literally what I do.”
As soon as the quinjet had disappeared over the horizon, (Y/N) had went back into the compound. Not wanting to lose her in the maze of halls and corridors, Loki followed right after her.
“So,” Loki started, falling into step with her. “Just you and me.”
All she did was quirk up an eyebrow at him before continuing on her way.
“Right. Silent treatment. Well, that has never stopped me before,” Loki continued as he followed her into the room with the screen. Lighting up at the opportunity, Loki walked over to the shelves full of discs.
“Shall we watch one?” Loki asked, digging through the movies. “I’ve never actually seen one of these ‘movies.’ What do you recommend?”
He was met with silence. Smile faltering a bit, because literally the girl of his dreams would not talk to him, he turned back to the shelf. Finding something somewhat familiar, Loki held out the case to her. “How about this?”
Looking back, her whole face lit up and she nodded enthusiastically, causing Loki to smile. “Okay,” Loki said, looking at the title before putting the disc into the strange contraption. “The Little Mermaid it is.”
Moving towards the couch, Loki sat down next to her. Trying to control his breathing, he constantly found himself looking at (Y/N) throughout the movie, committing every detail of her to memory. Loki did this so often that he ended up missing the movie.
“Wait, why is the fish-girl having problems with her father?” Loki asked. No answer.
“Why is the crab singing to her? Life is not better down where it’s wetter. You’re wet all the time. Plus there are sharks, nasty little creatures. Worst than bildshnipe, I hear. Or at least Thor tells me.” No answer.
“OH NO, A SHARK!” No answer.
“Don’t go near the evil squid lady. Why would you go near the evil squid lady?” No answer.
All this time, (Y/N) never answered. She did seem to be getting more and more annoyed, though.
“Wait, why does she need to kiss the Prince? To get her voice back? That is highly unlikely, magic does not work like-”
“WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP ALREADY?!” The girl shouted. A ringing noise sounded through the room, and before Loki even knew it, he was out cold.
Blinking away the black spots in his vision, Loki was met with a pounding headache. Staring up at the ceiling, Loki started to feel alarmed until he felt something moving through his hair. Looking around, Loki was soon met with the most beautiful pair of (Y/E/C) eyes he had ever seen. What made them even more beautiful was that they were your eyes.
“What happened?” Loki groaned, trying to sit up. He was soon pushed back down by (Y/N) so that his head lay on her lap. She held up a finger as if to say ‘one moment’ and grabbed the nearest notebook and pen she could find. Sprawling out her message with one hand and combing through his hair with the other, she finally had written out her message:
‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to knock you out. I’m an enhanced and my voice knocks people out, especially when I yell. I didn’t mean to make you pass out.’
Reading the message, Loki began to smile. “It’s alright, Love. You didn’t mean to. I’m just glad that we are finally communicating.”
Blushing at his words, she began to write out another message.
‘I get that, now. I mean, who talks during a movie?’
It was Loki’s turn to blush now as he read your note. “Sorry, I am not familiar with proper movie etiquette. But I’d love to learn.”
Smiling, she wrote down her next message.
'I’d love to teach you, if you gave me a chance. Then you can ask all the questions you want, whether about me or the movie.’
“Sounds absolutely, perfect, Love,” Loki said with a smile. The pounding in his head had finally stopped, and Loki was able to sit up now, but he didn’t want to leave her gentle caresses just yet.
'Can you sit back up yet?’ She wrote out, quirking another eyebrow up at him.
“No,” Loki lied. “Not yet. Still hurts.” She nodded at his answer and continued to card her fingers through his black hair, leaving Loki in a bliss. Well, he was the god of mischief, after all. What else was he going to do, except lie a little to stay with the girl of his dreams?
“Y/N are you listening to me?” Your mother snapped her fingers in front of your face at the dinner table,
“You should stop putting so much salt on your food - it’s bad for you.” She spoke calmly in her soft voice as she took the table salt away.
You’d being staying at your childhood home with your parents just outside of town for the past 5 weeks as part of your bail condition. Unable to venture into the centre of town meant that you couldn’t go to work, not that you were welcome there anyway, you couldn’t see Belle, and you couldn’t go home. The once strong, independent, socialite you were was now entirely gone; you felt like a stranger to yourself.
“Two more days.” Your dad cupped your face and kissed your forehead, “Two more days and then the world will see that you’re innocent in all of this.” He smiled kindly as he stood up from the dining table, taking the dishes into the kitchen.
“Do you need a hand with those?” You shouted after him, desperate to find something to do. Living back at home with your parents was great for the first three days or so, especially as your mother made it so you did barely any housework or laundry, but soon enough having no independence, nowhere to go and nothing to do got depressing.
“I’m okay Y/N. You go on upstairs, use my phone to ring Belle.” He shouted back. Anybody who saw him would be intimidated, he was a big guy with a loud voice and a constant frown, but he was easily the kindest man you knew.
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You overhear him talking on the mic, while you were decorating your office space with Polaroid pictures on the wall.
“Let me get your number!” You hear Yoosung say, as he quickly grabs his phone and inputs the number
Is that a girl he’s talking to?
calm down, mc
“When are you available?” Yoosung asks through the mic.
You feel a grip on you chest.
While you were lost in your thoughts, Yoosung was fixing up his stuff, getting ready to meet up with this person.
“I’ll see you later.” Yoosung leaves, giving you a kiss on the cheek.
You then rush and put on your black dress, black sneakers and rush off to the mall, where Yoosung mentioned he was going to.
You spot Yoosung at this ice cream shop, waiting for someone.
Then, out of fucking nowhere, this girl comes and sits in front of him.
You rush home, and the rain starts pouring.
You get to the front of your house, and you realize
You left your keys inside.
You couldn’t help but join the rain, and start crying.The tears fell off your face, along with the rain. Your hair was everywhere. So were your emotions.
After a few minuets, Yoosung comes back, getting out of the taxi, he rushes towards you.
“MC? What are you doing out here?” He asks you worried. He then carries you, unlocks the door and puts you down on the kitchen counter. He, like flash, gets you a towel. He helps you dry up, then starts heating water to make you hot chocolate.
“Are you going to tell me why you were out there?
You avoid looking at him, instead looking at the floor.
“I like your dress.” He says, stirring the mug of your hot chocolate. “I saw someone at the mall, wearing the exact thing, the same beautiful hair, the same sparkling eyes. Except, she wasn’t wearing the smile you wear.” He cups your cheek.
“Who was the girl you were with awhile ago?” You finally get the courage to ask
“Samantha.” He answers. “She plays LOLOL. I managed to save her in a battle and she wanted to treat me as a thank you.“ Your tears started flowing like a waterfall.
Yoosung hugs you tight. “Princess, she’s gay. She introduced me to her girlfriend when you left.”
You apologize. He kisses you and says sorry for not telling you.
You had nothing to do at home, so you decide to go the Jumin’s office and help Jaehee organize some documents.
You were telling her all about the lunch you had where you messed up the recipe and almost burned down your apartment.
She was smiling.
Then some dude calls Jumin and Jaehee to a meeting.
“What is this about?” Jaehee asks Jumin.
“I have no idea.” Jumin says, walking out.
“I’ll see you in awhile pumpkin.” Jaehee says, rushing to Jumin.
I miss Jaehee already, you told yourself.
I’m going to bring her home
And dominate her
And cooking her dinner
You were always insecure and anxious that Jaehee would leave you, since she was always meeting with different people, while you were finishing school.
The meeting finishes and everyone comes rushing out like ants.
You want for Jaehee’s arrival.
Jumin, you could see in a distance, talking to Mr. Chairman.
But you couldn’t find Jaehee anywhere.
You continue organizing the documents, and suddenly, Jaehee arrives.
“Jae-” Before you finish your sentence, this hot ass lady comes inside.
She was following Jaehee.
In a really short dress
Really pretty make up
Was getting your girlfriend’s number.
you grow quiet and leave the room.
Jaehee recited the number as the pretty lady wrote it down a piece of paper.
She leaves, giving Jaehee a smile.
You make your way to the lounge, where you bought an iced tea and sat on the floor.
You give Jaehee the look as she approaches you.
“I love you with all my heart, she is getting my number to contact Mr. Han about the new project.” She drops to her knees, infront of you, sitting on the floor.
“I’m sorry.” You say, as she gives you a peck on the lips.
You never really got used to Zen always being surrounded by girls.
But you understood and accepted it.
Zen brought you to one of his meet and greets.
The crew asked you to help with documentary, and take pictures. You took your camera and took pictures of the event set up while they haven’t open the doors yet.
Zen was getting ready and talking to some of the staff members.
You point the camera at him as he was just walking alone, reading something on his phone.
“Zen!” You call out, and he couldn’t help but smile as he turns to you.
You click the button and it shutters, taking a picture of your
The event starts and there’s a super long line all the way outside. They were all wearing his merch and clothes with his face, they had posters for him to sign and gifts to give him.
He was famous.
You took alot of pictures
of the event, the fans, the staff being cute and all.
Then you decide to rest, since this was taking forever. You left your bag at the table, where Zen was meeting people.
You get your water bottle from your bag and take a drink.
Zen peeps a smile at you. And you smile back.
Maybe i should line up too.
You just watch him happily meet all his fans, which made you smile, seeing him happy.
Then this girl comes, and Zen’s eyes grow big.
“Hey.” She says.
“Han? Is that you?” His confused face brings a smile.
Who was she? you asked yourself.
A small girl comes from behind the lady’s legs. And Zen carries her. They take a picture together. And he gives the lady a hug, and the kid a kiss.
After that, your mood instantly changed.
The meet and greet ended, and everyone was taking a break before having to set up for tomorrow’s event.
The crew had food delivered, and everyone was chill.
You were pretty moody with Zen, since he didn’t tell you about whoever she was.
You go outside to get some air, and Zen follows you.You were ignoring him though.
“MC? Why are you ignoring me?” You try to keep walking and ignore him in th2e cold air of the night.
“MC.” He finally gets to you, grabbing your arm.
“Who was she?” You say, with watery eyes.
“My ex-girlfriend.” He sighs. “She told me she was coming with her daughter.”
You pull your arm to yourself, away from Zen.
“We aren’t anything anymore. I love you, and you only.” He says, looking at you with truthful, sparkling eyes.
But youre a moody bitch and you run away
tears running down your face as you run away, no idea where you’re going
“We’re going to a party!” Seven comes out of the room, running towards you.
He was pretty excited
You were already ready, wearing jeans and a pretty blouse.
He was wearing those light brown shorts, along with a nice collared shirt, which he wore a jacket over
“MC?” He whispers. You lean towards him to listen to whatever bullshit he has to say.
“Look at me.” He says, you turn and he gives you a big kiss.
“Seven!” You pull away out of embarrassment.
He smiles at you. That bright smile.
Your friend pulls you into this game, where you pass the card with your lips, as if your kissing the next player, except, there’s a card in between your lips.
You and Seven sit down. He was sitting next to this girl, and you were sitting next to your friend.
The card was held by the lips of the girl next to Seven.
BEING IN THE GAME
YOU THOUGHT THE CARD
WAS GOING TO BE PASSED
The girl blows away the card and presses her lips against Seven’s.
Seven pulls away instantly, while you leave the room instantly, you go outside to the garden to get air.
SHE IS GONNA GET IT
BITCH FEEL MY WRATH
Seven follows you, with a cup of water.
“Here.” He hands you the cup, which you aggressively accept.
“It didn’t mean anything. She went for it.” He said.
“I know.” You sigh.
“Did ya get jealous?” He asks, laughing.
You give him the fuck you look.
“You’re the cutest.” He smiles, softly pulling your face into a kiss.
Oh boy he felt that kiss
It was long
Fuck just kidding
I am a sinner
“Why don’t we just go home?” He breaks the kiss, smiling at you. You nod, and you both leave.
Jumin came home to his apartment while you were cooking dinner.
“Good evening, kitten.” He says kissing your cheek then grabbing a glass of water.
“I’m making pasta.” You smile.
“Smells great.” He replies. “I’m going to take a shower.”
He drops his bag and phone on the table.
You finish cooking and setting the table, and Jumin wasn’t done yet.
His phone started ringing.
“Jumin! Your phone is ringing!” You shout out.
Jumin comes out in a gray shirt and boxers, quickly taking his phone and answering it.
He comes back and sits infront of you, then sighs,
“Everything okay?” You asks as you pour yourself a glass of water.
“Father has made plans for another blind date as a possible wife.”
you feel a heavy weight on your chest.
“Okay, well. What do you feel?” You ask, trying to keep your cool.
“Nothing.” he says blankly, then starts eating.
You finish dinner without a single word after that.
You slept in the living room, not wanting to be in the same room as him at the moment. He didn’t mind.
why didn’t he mind
does he not love me anymore?
your thoughts consumed you as you slept.
You woke up in the middle of the night, having a panic attack.
You didn’t know what to do.
You try to go back to sleep, but end up thinking about it until sunrise.
You make pancakes for breakfast, it was Jumin’s day off today.
I can spend time with him
Jumin comes out, casually dressed.
“Heading out?” You ask.
“I’m eating breakfast with the blind date girl.” He says, grabbing his keys, phone and leaving.
maybe he doesn’t love me anymore?
You hated yourself for thinking that way, so you eat your breakfast alone.
You didnt want to be a burden, you fix up your clothes and stuff, arranging them in a suitcase. Jumin was out the whole day, it was already 5 in the afternoon when you finished everything and finally poured your heart into a letter.
Maybe you were overthinking a little.
You made your way back to your old apartment.
While you were settling in, Jumin had everyone searching for you.
At around 1 in the morning, you still couldn’t sleep, someone knocks on your door.
You peep at the hole and see Jumin, looking worried.
AH YOU WERE A FUCKING MESS WHAT NOW
You try to wipe the tears off your face and open the door. His eyes grow big and he runs into you, hugging you tightly. You felt his warm embrace again. There he stood, with you in between arms, close to his chest.
“I’m sorry.” You say as the tears finally start flowing out your eyes.
“No, I’m sorry. Father forced me. I didn’t tell you. I let you sleep outside the room. I let you eat alone. I let you go for fuck’s sake.” He held you closer.
“I’m never going to let that happen, ever again.” He looks into you eyes and kisses you.
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You and Ethan were basically the same person. You guys both loved memes so much that considered yourselves “Meme King and Queen”, passionately love sushi and pineapple on pizza, love acting like a bunch of doofus in public, and love hanging out with each other every minute. You love being with him and you thought it would always be like that until he broke the news.
You were at his dad’s house, in his room, laying on his chest. You were home from college and you try to see him every chance you get when you come home. You like moments like these, laying on his chest, listening to his heartbeat while he’s playing in your hair, whispering little things to you. You can stay like this forever but moments like these do have to end.
“We need to talk.” Your heart dropped. Talk? What the hell did you need to talk about? “What’s wrong?” He bit his lips. You sat up to look at him. “[Y/N]…” He grabbed your hand. “What’s going on, Ethan? You’re scaring me.” You told him. “[Y/N], I’m leaving for California.” “What? When are you leaving.” You didn’t want to believe what you were hearing. “I’m leaving in two days.” Now, you really didn’t want to believe him. “When we’re you going to tell me!?” You pulled your hand away and stood up. “[Y/N], calm down.” He tried to grab you hand again but you backed away. “How can you drop this bomb on me and expected me to calm down. I can’t believe you!” you hissed. You didn’t even give him a chance to explain himself before you bolted out of there. You heard him calling your name but you ran off before he could even catch up with you.
You sat in your room all night listening to music while looking at old photos of Ethan and you. You’ve been together since the freshman year of high school and been friends while you guys were toddlers. You couldn’t imagine being away from him, hell leaving for college was a pain for you two even though you were 2 hours away from home so with him living across the country is going to be a huge adjustment for you.
“I didn’t know you were coming home, dad.” I heard a door open behind me. “He’s not.“ Ethan. I turn around and saw him with a picnic basket in his hand, I gave him a small smile. "How about we go for a little picnic.” “It’s almost 10 o'clock at night, Ethan.” He gave you his famous puppy dog face which always causes you to melt. “Fine…”
“I wanted to tell you earlier, I just didn’t want to lay it on you since you had exams coming up and moving into your apartment and I just didn’t know when to tell you.” He told you as he was laying beside you, looking at the stars. You have been busy for these past weeks and he’s been supportive of you, so can’t you be like that for him. “I’m sorry that I didn’t let you talk. I’m glad that get to follow your dreams and I want to be there every step of the way.” You grabbed his hands. “But… I realized that with you moving and going to be busy all the time and with me focusing on my double majors….“ Ethan’s eyes started to look glossy, "Please don’t tell what I think you’re about to say. We can work this out. We could take turns visiting each other, I’ll call, text and Skype as much as I can, just please don’t end this.” He wiped the tears off my face. “Are you sure? I don’t want to weight you down.” His face looked at you with disbelief. “What… You’re not weighing me down. You’ve actually been one of the most supportive person I know besides my parents. You’re the reason why I stay motivated!” He gave your hand a quick squeeze and kiss it, “I love you too much to just let you walk away [Y/F/N]. I want you there by my side and I want to be by your side when you graduate and follow your dreams! I want us to be happy.” Before he continues his rambling, you stopped him with a sweet, tender kiss. His hand went to your cheek as yours wrapped around his neck. You pulled away and laid your forehead on his, “I love you so much, Ethan.” He gave you a big goofy smile before pulling you back into a passionate kiss. “How about we continue this at my place.” I pulled away, making circles on his chest with a lip bite. His eyes widen and try to grab everything as fast you can before be dragging you to his car.
Today’s the day. Ethan was leaving. You made sure he had everything and double checked for him. “Ethan, you need to get ready to leave.” You laughed as he pulled you in his bed while kissing all over your face. “Five more minutes! Besides, would it be bad if I miss my flight, I can spend one more day looking into your [Y/E/C] eyes, telling you how beautiful you are and say how great that ring looks on you.” He said playing with the ring he gave you. He gave a promise ring, promising that you’ll both be there side by side no matter what. “Well as much as that sounds great, I’m not trying to get yelled at by Mark so let’s go.” You hopped up, grabbing a suitcase.
You watched his flight take off, trying not to cry. You were hoping for a cheesy movie ending with him running towards you saying, ‘I couldn’t leave you.’ but it’s for the best.
2 YEARS LATER
“BABE! HAVE YOU SEEN MY PHONE!?” "It’s right there, Ethan.” You pointed to the kitchen counter. “This is why I love you.” He kissed your forehead and grabbed his phone. Since you decided to take summer classes, you ended up graduating early and getting a job in California so you can live with Ethan. You also started a youtube channel of your own as well as a couple vlogging channel with Ethan and you love every minute of it. “I know. I don’t know what you’re going to do without me while I’m at work?” you told him, grabbing your bag for work. “Have a big day ahead of you?” “I have two important meeting plus video conference from London all in one day. I’ll try to stop by for lunch if my boss isn’t on my ass today.” You grabbed your car keys and gave Ethan a kiss on the cheek. “So, I’ll see you tonight then?” he laughed as you give him a nod. “Love you!” “Love you too!”
After hours of boring conversation, you finally were able to come home to your loving boyfriend seeing the blue boy with a picnic basket. “Picnic? The last time we went on a picnic, you were leaving for L.A… Are we moving back to Maine? I love it here!” you babbled before he cuts you off “No we’re not moving! I just wanted to go on a nice picnic with my girl.” He smiled.
You guys talked about your day to a random topic to childhood memories you loved to the point that the sun started setting. "Remember when we used to play married when we were in pre-k?” you giggled and nod, “Yeah. We were the stereotypic husband and wife. You came home from the jungle gym while I was cooking ‘pasta’ for my tired husband even though the pasta was fake and all you did was hang upside-down from the monkey bar.” You laid your head on his shoulder. “That was some damn good pasta though.” He laughed. You gave him a quick eye roll and looked at the sunset with him. “I love those memories.” He mumbled in your hair. “I want to create more of those.” He added. You looked at him confused. “I love waking up to the girl of my dreams every day, I love it when you come by the office and bring lunch for the whole team after we just edited so many videos,I love it when you cheer me on when I’m doing the dumbest thing, I love it when your eyes light up for little things like a dog walking across the street or when you see food, I love it when you’re always active in all of our youtube community after a long day at work, I love it when you smile, when you talk about the latest memes, when you giggle about the silliest things, when you see a fan out in public and show them so much, love. I love everything about you. After almost losing you before the move, I couldn’t see my life with you. I love you [Y/F/N] and I want to be with you forever.” He got on his one knee. Your hands cover your mouth as your crying your eyes out. He pulled a velvet box out,“[Y/F/N], will marry me?“ You quickly tackled him and peppered him with kisses. "OF COURSE, OF COURSE, OF COURSE!!!!” you beamed. He slid the ring on your ring finger and shouted, “YOU CAN COME OUT NOW!” You saw the whole crew cheering for us with cameras. You ran to them and gave them a huge hug, “I’M GETTING MARRIED! I’M GETTING MARRIED! I’M GOING TO BE MRS. NESTOR!!” You hopped with Amy and Kathryn. “Congrats, you guys!” Mark cheered. “I can’t believe I’m marrying my best friend.” You looked at Ethan. “Well, believe it, baby.” Ethan pulled you into a kiss.
Hello! I hoped you enjoyed my imagine! I’m started to get the hang of typing again and I realize how much I love writing (even though it could be trash)! Anyways, my inbox is OPEN soyou can always request an idea for me to write and I’ll see you later!
Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, language, smidge of angst I suppose
A/N: And another installment of my AU Alpha!Dean Smith series has arrived! Things get interesting after Benny arrives and the reader has to figure out how to handle it all. My eternal gratitude goes to @roxy-davenport for her beta work, and to @dr-dean for hosting the initial challenge that starting this series - inspired by ‘Magic Man’ by Heart.
I’m always thankful for comments and constructive criticism, so let me know what you think!
Spending the evening on the phone arguing with your parents got you nothing but a headache and a heavy dose of guilt. Everything was done “out of concern” and because “someone needs to make sure you keep your head on straight” but you knew it was really to keep an eye on you and make sure you weren’t doing anything to sour the deal with Benny’s family. Benny kept fairly quiet during the whole evening, sometimes offering you sympathetic looks, other times expressing his agreement with your parent’s concerns. At the end of it all, when your battle was lost, he softly bid you goodnight, unable to hide the hurt written all over his face as he retreated to the guest room.
In her defense, Pidge is already at a disadvantage here. She’s quick in battle, sure–agile. But in a flat out sprint?
Well, she has short legs, and there’s not a damn thing she can do about that.
So when they’re fleeing from a battle that’s gotten out of hand–”regrouping,” Shiro calls it–she naturally falls a little behind. It happens when your teammates are all six goddamn feet tall.
She doesn’t dare glance backward, though she can hear the galra giving chase, unnervingly close. She doesn’t dare risk it. Instead she runs harder, pushing herself beyond her limits to try and catch up with the rest of her team.
She doesn’t trip–she doesn’t even take an ill-advised leap or step in a hole or some other excuse. She just lands badly one stride and then she’s hobbling, yelling as pain shoots through her ankle.
“Pidge!” she hears someone shout.
Shit. She’s never gonna catch up now. She keeps running as best she can, eyes glued to the ground ahead of her.
And jumps when a blast hits the ground just next to her. They’re catching up, and she’s fucked.
Well, might as well go down fighting, right? She reaches for her bayard.
“Hunk, Lance!” Keith’s shout rings out ahead of her. “Cover us!”
“You got it!” Lance shouts back. As Pidge slows to turn and fight, she hears footsteps–ahead of her this time.
She looks up just before Keith all but collides with her. He’s turning and hiking her arms up over his shoulders before she’s even processed that he came back for her.
“Jump!” he hisses, as the blue-white bolts of energy from Lance and Hunk’s bayards shoot by them. She panics–no way, she is not letting Keith die here with her. She tries to tug her arms back.
“Leave me!” she shouts in his ear.
“No!” he shouts back, sounding so offended it shocks her into stopping her resistance. He lets go of her arms and reaches back for her knees instead, and heaves her up onto his back himself. And then they’re off.
“Keith,” she starts.
“I’m not leaving you,” he pants. “Never.”
She doesn’t know how to answer that. Somehow it feels like a deeper promise than it sounds. So she wraps her arms tighter around his shoulders, and her knees at his hips, and decides if they make it out of this alive she’s gonna make sure he knows she’s not gonna leave him, either. Not if she can help it.
Summary: When you agree to take part in one of your friends’ videos you are excited. And excitment that turns into nervousness when you realize the kind of scenes you have with your crush and best friend Jared Leto.
“Just a minute and we’re done sweetheart.” the make up artist told you with a smile and you gave her a nervous one.
“Oh no, don’t rush. Take your time.” you shook just softly your head and she chuckled.
“If I didn’t know any better and if I didn’t have eyes of my own I would say you’re not really excited about this huh?” she teased you slightly and you gave her an awkward smile.
“I- I- No, it’s not that. I’m just a little… nervous. Not- not about the scenes- it’s just that- it’s something new for me and… yeah.” you breathed out nervously and she nodded her head with a soft smile.
“I know what you mean- up to some part I guess.” she chuckled “The first time I came to work here as a make up artist I was shaking like a leaf. But then I saw that as far as it had to do with the thing I love most then- I would be fine.” she shrugged.
“I guess this can apply only if you love acting and singing though.” she added with an awkward laugh.
“Well, I guess.” you mumbled “Mostly acting, actually but- I am not doing it entire for that.”
“Then what if not your love for acting?” she asked, eyes focused on her work though.
“My love for my best friend.” you breathed out and she smiled.
(a combination of angst, smut and fluff. You have been warned.)
… … … … … … … … . … …… … … … … … … .
Your red tartan shirt bristles behind you as you march,
furious, towards the dancing neon lights that adulterate the street ahead of
them. Kyungsoo had gone out. Again. Barley
a week after promising to become less involved in mafia business and he’d
slipped away from your shared apartment the second your back had been turned.
Your brother’s lack of sincerity hurt, but what really fuelled your rage was
the greater, heart-rendering betrayal you’d stumbled upon not an hour ago. Your
boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend, with
his face buried between another’s woman legs. For weeks you’d suspected him of
an affair, but to have it materialized in front of you had been too much to
handle. You’d cried angry, shameful tears and stumbled home, in hopes of
finding your older brother’s comfort and warmth. Instead, the house was cold
and empty, and the nearest trace of your beloved
big brother was a scrawled apology on a ripped piece of paper.
So yeah, you were pissed. And you weren’t about to let
Kyungsoo get away with it. You knew how often he frequented this club, though
you’d never actually visited it in person before, and that it was a place his
gang would often strike deals with neighbouring groups.
You knew very little about Kyungsoo’s group, mostly because
he refused to tell you anything or ever let you meet with any of the members.
Not that you were exactly pleading for him to let you. He knew how much you
hated that part of his life – the gangs, the money, the fights. You had no idea
in what the hell he was involved in, but you knew it wasn’t even a little bit
legal. He’d come home bloodied and bruised so many times that you were coming
to be pretty handy with the makeshift doctor’s kit you kept underneath the
kitchen sink. But no matter how many times you would complain about how this
life was hurting him, he’d always simply reaffirm the same, undeniable truth –
you needed the money. At which point, your yelling would abruptly cease, as you
could offer no worthy response – he was right, you really, really needed the money.
You think however, slamming through the club’s dingy doors,
that you’re not completely clueless
about this part of Kyungsoo’s life. He’ll occasionally let slip some crucial
piece of information that you’ve built up a fairly solid background. His gang –
exo – run your area. They’re a group of 9 men and you think perhaps the leader
was.. Suho, was it? Something like that. But you know that while they’re in
control of the local area, they are not the absolute power at the front of it.
They’re one of many gangs that help control the whole of Seoul for the big
boss. That’s what you’ve taken to calling them, since Kyungsoo absolutely
refuses to disclose any clues about their identity. You’re not aware of much
else, other than that exo has had to regularly defend their territory lately,
so Kyungsoo had been coming home more bloodied and bruised than ever. It
worried you to no extent, but you knew that he would never leave his gang. Because
as much as you were his sister, they were all his brothers, and his level of
devotion to them ran deep. But he had swore
he would spend less time out on these jobs, and the clear disregard for your
wishes stung deep.
The club seems so busy that the walls themselves vibrate.
Everywhere you turn, people slam against one another with shuddering fervour,
and more than once you are jostled violently to the side. Craning your neck,
you hope to catch a glimpse of Kyungsoo’s dark hair in the crowd, but with this
many people and the twitching purple lights, it’s impossible to see. Your fists
clench as you attempt to reign in your
growing anger and, thinking you see an opening in the middle of the floor, you
push towards it.
It takes a considerable time, but eventually you manage to
squirm your way to the forefront of the crowd. In the middle of the floor, two
boys dance opposite each other, mirroring the other’s moves in a routine like
motion. Around them, the partygoers cheer ferociously and stomp their feet to
the beat of the mismatched song. You sigh irritably and scan around the room.
From this angle, you realize there is a seating area above the floor. It trails
around the room with a number of plush purple comforters at different points,
tables situated between them. You growl, realizing this is Kyungsoo’s likely
Your attention is drawn back to the boys for a moment as the
audience’s approval rears up once again in thunderous applause. You cringe
slightly, and then realize it is because the floor beneath them has opened up
and is now sprouting water, soaking their clothes.
And yes, you’re angry, very much so, but, well you know how
to appreciate a nice view, alright? You’re so lost in the fluidity of the dance
for a moment, the stark contrast of the boy’s physiques and their opposing
blonde and black hair that you fail to realize everyone around you has moved
back, and that you are a definite two paces in front of the crowd with water
sloshing at your ankles, impatient shouts ringing at your ears.
Cursing at your own mindless ogling, you try to take
advantage of the situation and glance up to see if you can better see Kyungsoo.
However, as your eyes drift upwards, they connect with the blonde boy in front
of you. His movements have paused, realizing your stance, and he seems to be
assessing you, almost. His hair, wet and tousled, bats impatiently around his
forehead, only lightly obscuring his dark eyes. The water drips untroubled down
the long bridge of his nose and puckering over his full lips, before leading a
dangerous path towards his lean and open chest. His attire, you note, leads
very little to imagine, with his white shirt soaked through and ripped open,
and his dark jeans equally distressed, clinging tight to his skin.
You snap out of your undignified gawking and clear your
throat awkwardly, realizing he is smirking at you.
You’ve never been very good at holding the gaze of people so
attractive they make your eyes hurt, so you look down immediately, blushing
darkly. You hurry to stumble back into the safety of the crowd, but just as you
begin to move, so does he. Suddenly, he seems to barrel towards you, as in,
literally right towards you so that
he is practically running at the crowd. Your eyes widen in considerable shock
and you’re hurrying to distance yourself when he leaps into the air, twisting his limbs in a stance that frankly
seems both unnatural and dangerous when-
He lands at your feet, on his knees, with his head hanging
in front of you. The crowd roars their approval and, running his hands through
his hair, he turns to look up at you, grinning this time. His boldness shocks
you, though you can’t deny how attractive the sudden confidence is. You’re on
the verge of grinning back when your eyes flick south again and realize the red
ink on his shirt. Your eyes darken as you take it in, recognizing the same mark
on Kyungsoo’s jacket at home. You know exactly
what type of mark that is.
Of course. A man lands literally on his knees in front of
you and he too, is involved in the mafia. What a blessed, blessed day.
Your interest evaporates instantly and you sigh audibly as
he stands, especially when you realize his frame dwarfs your own. He blinks
down at you, body still very, very close to your own and quirks an eyebrow at
your admittedly not very club like attire.
“Enjoy the show?” He asks, eyes crinkled in a half smile as
he leans down slightly.
You match his eyebrow quirk with your own and reaching your
hand up, flick some of the water from his performance at his face.
“I’ve seen better.”
Over his shoulder you finally catch a glimpse of your
traitorous brother, laughing loudly in a booth with a red haired man in front
of him. Your earlier feelings of anger are quickly recalled at the sight, and
glowering at the image, you shoulder roughly past the still-smirking man in
front of you and slosh loudly through the water stage. You catch the grin of
his dark haired partner as you do so, but make no effort to return such
niceties – you are much, much too angry for that.
You land in front of your brother will a dull thud, water
dripping from your jeans. He and the men around him turn to look at you in
interest, but this quickly turns into panic as Kyungsoo realizes who it is
standing, glowering in front of him.
“What the actual fuck Kyungsoo?”
He stumbles around to exit the booth and the members around
him seem shocked at your tone. If you were perhaps calmer, more in control of
your rational sense, you would perhaps note that these people around him are
the infamous exo gang and have absolutely no clue as to who or what you are, or
what you are doing.
“Y/n, calm down-“
“Don’t you dare!” You growl, snatching away from him as he
attempts to placate your flailing limbs. In the process, your hand reaches up
and strikes against his cheek, and though the men behind him make small sounds
of outcry, he only stares at you.
“You promised me, you promised-“
Your voice continues to raise as your hysteria does, and now not only him,
but the men around him reach forward to steady you.
“Little sister, you’re making a scene.” He mutters quietly,
latching onto your wrist, a slight red blossoming on his cheek.
“Little sister? D.O,
what’s going on?” From behind him a tall man asks, taking you in quietly. You
glare at him in response, and his gaze hardens.
“D.O? D.O? Is that
what they call you here?” You hiss. “Is this who you are, D.O?” You question sarcastically and his grip on your wrist
He leans toward you darkly, ignoring the questioning shouts
of the men behind him.
“This is not a place for you, y/n. Go. Home.” He punctuates his
last two words harshly, though you see the quick scan he does behind you and
realize faintly, that a small crowd has gathered to spectate. Still, unwilling
to back down, your matching dark eyes challenge his.
“Go with me.”
You realize that you have laid out a very clear and obvious
choice in front of him, and so does he. His eyes widen slightly at what you
appear to be asking of him, but you refuse to submit to the hurt that blossoms
there. He watches you for a few moments longer before sighing angrily and
releasing your wrist so abruptly that it seems to fling across the small space
between you. He backs away from you and stands in front of the men in front of
him, closer to them than he is to you.
“Who’s the girl, D.O?” Someone asks from behind you and
turning slightly, you realize a much larger crowd has gathered than you
originally expected. You turn back to your brother, your palms clenched tightly
together. He’s turned his back on you, leaning close to the tall man from
earlier, who continues to stare at you tensely.
“She’s nothing.” Kyungsoo replies simply and, looking out
across the crowd, smiles sardonically, rolling his eyes.
“As if I would associate with the likes of her.”
The crowd titters in cruel excitement behind you and hot,
angry tears spring to your eyes. You scoff in disbelief and wonder how the
situation escalated from bad, to worse.
He looks back at you once more and there’s a regretful
understanding in his eyes, an almost tug in his limbs that make it seem as
though he wants to approach you, but confirmed with a certainty that he won’t.
Overwhelmed with hurt, you turn on him and weave through the
crowd who, having just witnessed your utter humiliation seem willing to leave
room for your escape. This, small mercy you suppose you can appreciate.
Bursting out the doors of the club, you let out a sudden,
feral scream. The hinges of the doors trickle shut behind you, but you ignore
it, squatting to your knees and taking your head in your palms, willing the tears
You can’t believe Kyungsoo
would willingly treat you this way. For a long time you’d regarded your brother
as the one person in the world you felt you could rely wholly upon, who you
were sure would never break or abuse your trust the way he had only moments
ago. Your anger, while still present, is overwhelmed by the hurt of your
brother’s disloyalty and your own humiliation at his hands.
Your inner monologue is interrupted as the doors once again
swing open behind you. Initially, you take no interest in the likely drunk
trespasser, expecting them to perhaps vomit in the muddy patch across from you
before then stumbling back inside. Instead, slow, careful steps click against
the pavement next to you and, spreading your fingers slightly, you realize a
group of 3 men or so have come to gather around you.
You stop crying, and raise your head slightly. One directly
ahead of you, one at each side. Your breath comes in quick, sudden gasps but
you figure this is probably a good thing. They will not expect much of a girl
who looks afraid.
(Though, you figure it’s probably important to note that you
are very, very afraid anyway.)
A man with a dark suit, dark hair and darker eyes grins
sardonically down at you. A cigarette dangles precariously from his lips and
after a moment, he draws in a breath that seems almost laborious and crushes it
under the heel of his shoe. He makes the sudden twist of his foot seem
intimidating, and though he seems keen to maintain a supposed easy going
stance, every inch of him stands firm and calculating.
After a moment’s pause, he squats down in front of you and
pulls your hands away from your face, keeping them still in his palms. His
hands are cold.
“And who might you be?” His words are smooth and clear,
ringing out across the suddenly empty street.
Fighting hard to maintain a facade that doesn’t show how
intimidated you have become, you raise your head higher, looking him dead in
“No one to you.” Your response is casual, cool, the opposite
of what you feel in the moment.
He hums, the pressure on your wrists increasing slightly.
“No one to D.O either, apparently.”
You lose your composure for half a second, anger slipping through your eyes and he clicks his
“Ah, so sorry. Too soon?” His head tilts to side, mocking
arrogance dripping from his every feature – the twist of his lips, the slight
crinkle of his crescent eyes. Your fear is evident, but quickly overwhelmed by
the irritation this man’s presence inspires.
“Is there a point to you speaking, or is it just that no one
else wants to listen?”
The men to the side of you let out little chuckles, and he
himself seems delighted by your notable indignation.
“Awfully brave thing to say of a girl who’s hands won’t stop
shaking.” He holds up your trembling fingers as though to prove his point,
loosely combining them with his for a second.
“It’s because I don’t find you attractive. I tend to get
uncomfortable when ugly men insist of touching me.”
The men next to you really are laughing now, and though the
man in front of you smiles still, he squeezes his fingers into your own
harshly, so much so that you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from
yelping in pain.
“But you didn’t mind when Kyungsoo touched you, did you? I
bet you were loving it, his hands on you.” You attempt to back up slightly,
disgusted by what he appears to be suggesting, but he doesn’t let you,
snatching your body closer to his.
“That’s what you are isn’t it? I saw you on the floor too,
standing closer so that little brat would come grind on you or some shit. I
gotta say, you’re not very subtle about what you do, or what you are. But hey,”
He pauses, reaching his hand to roughly tug your chin up to meet his, before
letting his eyes travel slowly, leeching over your every curve and dip. He
flicks his eyes up once more, settling on the disgust that screams in yours.
“I’m certainly not complaining. I respect a girl who knows
exactly what she is – a dirty, little who-“
He doesn’t get to finish his monologue because, having heard
enough of just exactly what he perceives you to be, you lurch forward bite
harshly into the soft skin of his cheek. He yells in pain but you grind your
teeth until you feel the blood spurt up in between them. He slams his palms
against your face and the two men at your side rear you up and away from him.
Breathing heavily, you spit out the blood in your mouth onto the street.
“Bitch.” He hisses, pressing his fingers to the blood
trailing down the side of his face.
You hum in agreement and lean forward in your captors grip
slightly. “And one that would never fuck
His smiles and laughs are gone now. He takes two steps
toward you before pushing open his jacket slightly to reveal a glint of metal
against his hip.
“Maybe I ought to teach you a little les-“
The doors behind you slam open as Kyungsoo launches himself
at one of the men holding up your arms. Beside you, the tall man from earlier
does the same. And then, all at once the men you had seen sitting in the club
seem to trickle out on the street beside you,
taking up equally defensive positions.
Your arms now free, Kyungsoo takes a moment to look up from
his attacker and shift his head frantically down the side of the street.
You nod back quickly, but, turning back to the bleeding man
in front of you as he faces off with the red haired man you’d seen your brother
laughing with earlier, you can’t resist pulling the pepper spray Kyungsoo had
insisted you carry from your pocket, and unloading the contents of it on his
face. He shouts in pain as it sprays into his eyes and, satisfied, you drop the
empty can and sprint off down the street.
“Dick!” And really, as you shout it, you’re unsure who it is
you’re shouting it at.
As it turns out, you are even less athletic than you
previously thought, and that was already pretty bad. So you’re not running for
long when you slip into a small, decrepit alleyway and lean down in an attempt
to catch your breath.
Your hand is spread over your stomach and your hair bats
impatiently around your eyes when you jump at the intrusion of a rich voice
ahead of you.
“Is this how you usually spend your Friday nights?”
You turn your head slightly and notice him, still damp from
his performance as he leans against a wall and takes you in.
“Well, this is more of a Saturday night thing but, well I’ve
had a rough week.”
The corners of his lips tug in a half moon smile and he
takes a few more, easy steps toward you. You lift up your palm suddenly in an attempt
to maintain a barricade.
“Listen, I’ve really had my fill of all and any of the male
species tonight, so if you’re planning on intimidating me, d’you think we could,
you know, move it to tomorrow night or something?” You huff and he’s really
smiling now, eyes crinkling.
“But don’t you already have Saturday plans?” He asks, his
head tilting to the side.
Despite yourself, despite the overall shitty nature of today
and despite that little red inking on his shirt, you feel the laughter bubble
in your chest.
It expands until you’re heaving through the chuckles,
ignoring the tears that stream down your cheeks. You sigh, leaning back on your
heels and sliding against the wall until you’re sitting, legs propped out in
front of you. You hear him as he walks towards you and, as he comes closer, you
loll your head to the side to look up at him. He blinks down at you, smiling
gently, before he sighs loudly and slumps down next to you.
He nudges his knee against yours slightly and though you
know you should probably attempt to create some space between you, remind
yourself that not only is he a stranger, he is the worst kind of stranger, you can’t seem to muster the energy to pull
“What happened?” You sigh, drawing up your knees to rest
your head on them.
You lapse into a comfortable silence for a moment before he
mimics your position, resting his head so that you both blink at one another,
each taking the other in.
“I have a serious question.”
You steel yourself, nodding.
“Why’d you flick water in my face?”
“Maybe I was displeased with your performance.”
“No, that’s not it.” His eyes twinkle with a childish
mischief. “I saw you looking.”
You scoff, raising your head. “Looking at what?”
He raises his eyebrows, again repeating your motions. He
gestures down to himself, over his still open shirt and dark jeans. “All. Of.
You roll your eyes, but your grin does not falter.
“I was looking at the other one.”
“You’re a terrible liar.”
You pause, feigning shock.
“You don’t know. I could be a terrible truth teller.”
“That’s not a thing.”
“100% a thing.”
“Doesn’t sound like a thing.”
“It’s a thing!”
His grin widens and he tilts his head further, regarding
your now ruffled exterior. After a moment’s pause, he sticks out his hand
You hesitate, eyes flickering between his hand and loopy red
handwriting barely visible in the light of the dumpster. After an awkward
pause, you figure your night can’t really get much worse than it already has
and well, he did make you laugh. You slip your hand into his gently, noticing
that it is surprisingly warm and immediately worrying that your palms are
“Y/n.” You respond, sighing.
Dropping your hand, he leans his head back against the wall
again, closing his eyes briefly. You study him as he does so, your eyes
canvassing along the general slump of his arms as they rest against his knees,
the slack in his strong jaw.
“You look tired.” You observe meekly, and his eyes flicker
open, familiar smile finding his lips once more.
“I am exhausted.”
He grunts slightly, twisting his body to face you.
“You uh, I mean, you don’t have to stay here with me, if
you’re tired.” You stumble over your words, suddenly embarrassed. “Actually,
why are you here?” You enquire, gesturing around the dimly lit alleyway.
He shrugs, and his eyes cloud over for a second.
“My friends got in a fight.” He mutters. You regard him
quietly, with not a small ounce of curiosity.
“You’re not gonna fight with them?” You enquire, and if on
cue, his phone buzzes loudly in his pocket. He barley glances over at it
before, reaching into his jacket, he flings it across the space and it lands
with a dull smack against the wall, crumbling on the cracked pavement. You do
Turning to look at you, his gaze seems much more intense,
much more sudden than his previous teasing looks. You think that you should
probably look away, that this interaction has become much more serious than
either of you intended for it to be but, always curious, you do not.
“I’m tired of fighting with them.” He mumbles, almost
meekly, as though he is ashamed of what he is saying.
“Do they know that?” You approach carefully and when his gaze
finds yours, it is light again, infused with teasing.
“They would, but unfortunately I’m a terrible truth teller.”
You snigger slightly and he responds as such, blinking at you
You exhale loudly, eyes wondering over the starless night
“My brother hurt my feelings.”
You grunt the words out forcefully, tasting them like bile in
the back of your throat. He responds gently, carefully as you had done only
“What happened?” He tries again, and you blink the tears out
of your eyes, your breath catching slightly.
“I just-“ You break away, squeezing your eyes shut tightly.
“It’s just been a shitty night.”
You feel his eyes on you as you struggle to regain your
composure, and furiously blink away the tears that so desperately want to
fall. You hear the slight shift as
movement as slowly, he leans closer to you. When you don’t pull away, he
continues to shift, until his head rests carefully on your shoulder.
The gesture is a little strange and made awkward by how much
taller he is than you. He has to shift quite far down the wall for his head to
reach your shoulder, so he is practically lying beside you. He doesn’t seem to
quite know how the rest of his body should face, because his long limbs hang
nervously by his sides, as though you will jump away at any moment.
Despite this, and all the circumstances around the uneasy
embrace, you appreciate it, and the hesitant warmth that scatters from his body
to yours. You smile gently and rest your head against his, wanting somewhat to
place your hand over his, but worrying that this will perhaps be too much. So
instead, you inch your pinkie finger towards his, until they brush gently
against the other. For a while, you both sit like this, leeching onto the other
in the bristling of the slight spring chill and each enjoying the comfort of
one another’s company.
“Thank you.” You murmur, and though he doesn’t respond, he
turns your hand over slightly so that he is tracing small, nonsensical patterns
on your palm, humming quietly as he does so.
You spend a while there with each other, until eventually the
dark night gets darker, and the chill around you becomes too insistently bitter
to ignore. You raise your head slightly and his movements on your hand cease.
He raises his head to look up at you earnestly and in that moment, in that one,
gullible moment, you make a decision.
“You wanna go get a drink?” You blurt out suddenly and he
lifts his head from your shoulder, surprised.
“A… drink?” He draws out and you nod, perhaps a little too
furiously, in an attempt to dispel some of your nervousness. It doesn’t work and a slow, easy grin slips
onto his lips.
“I mean – I’m just- not that you have to or anything like
that – I just thought maybe you would uh- right, yeah, so I’m just gonna leave
now.“ You stand up, your cheeks flaming as you stumble over your words. A
drink? Really? Why not just scream that you want to do him right here in this
alleyway? You groan internally, and his playful laughter bubbles up beneath
You go to walk away and quickly you realize he is lumbering
“So, where we going?” He asks. You turn to him, surprised,
and slow your scurrying pace to a standstill in front of him.
“You know, to drink?” He teases, mimicking drinking from a
glass. You scoff slightly, surprised, and pleasantly so.
“Have you ever noticed people seem to make really rash, dumb
choices when they’re drunk?” He interrupts, eyes skimming briefly over yours.
With a surge of confidence, you gnaw on your lip slightly,
and follow his dark eyes with your own brazenly.
“Oh, I’m counting on it.”
Things progress very quickly after that. As it is, it turns
out you and Sehun do not require many drinks at all to make thoughtless,
impulsive choices, and you’re barely tipsy as you stumble through the door of
his apartment, his lips connected to yours.
It’s a decision you know you’ll regret in the morning, a
very, very silly decision that neither of you should be making. Still, as his
long fingers press gently against your ribcage, his leg pushing between the two
of yours, it’s not one you can seem to pull yourself away from.
His movements are tender as he touches you, careful in a way
that drives you to the brink of insanity as you just want more and more of him. He
presses you against a wall, arms caging either side of you as his mouth works
languidly against yours, peppering your lips with gentle kisses until your
mouth slips open against his and his tongue slips against yours. You groan
slightly, and you reach out your hands to brush over his cheeks, before
smoothing down the sharp angles of his body until you reach his waist, at which
you pull him flush against you.
He chuckles slightly, as the movement nudges his mouth away from
yours so that he instead breaths hotly on your neck. You both take a moment to
breathe, before he reaches down and tugs meekly on your thighs. You twine your
calves easily around his waist as his lean fingers spread across your legs,
moving his right hand up to your neck to brush away loose strands of hair and
the collar of your shirt, sucking lightly on the skin there. You bite back a
moan and your back curls against the wall, pushing your breasts against
him. He lets out a ragged breath and
pulls away from you suddenly.
“We can still… stop if you want.” He hums slightly, hands
suddenly hesitant against your thighs. You frame his face with your hands and
press your lips firmly against his, much harsher than he had done. He grunts
slightly in surprise and fists his hand in your hair as he returns the kiss
with just as much fervour. You take the chance to stretch your arms out
slightly behind you, peeling away your tartan shirt and letting it drop to the
floor, leaving you in a loose tank top. You pull away, and skirt a thumb over
his swelled bottom lip, before pressing insistent kisses against his jaw.
“I don’t… wanna stop.” You mumble and you think you hear
him curse slightly under his breath. He tilts your chin up and reclaims your
mouth, pressing against the sliver of skin exposed where your tank top has
He readjusts his grip and pushes away from the wall.
Surprised at the action, you press your head into the space between his
shoulder and neck and, as he walks, push at the jacket on his shoulders. It
slips from him easily and you lean back up to kiss him again, your hands
resting at the nape of his neck.
You’re unaware you’ve reached a bedroom until he settles
beneath you, bringing you down so that you’re sitting on top of him. You shift
slightly so that your legs are on either side of him, and press against his
crotch. He pulls away from you, moaning out your name quietly and you smirk,
pleased at your apparently significant effect on him. You tilt your head down
to nip at his neck before reaching down to pull on the ruffled white shirt he
wears, pushing it over his head. It lands with a wet thump against the floor
and as you turn to laugh slightly, Sehun takes the opportunity to flip you
over, so that he hovers, shirtless above you. You press your hands against his
back and his own palm flattens against your stomach. Instead of removing your
flimsy top, his fingers crawl beneath it, reaching up over your stomach and
fluttering over your ribcage before falling on top of your bra.
You grunt and flop beneath him, throwing your fist against
the bed sheet.
“Don’t tease.” You
huff and he chuckles at your frustration, before helping you remove the top. He
pushes you further against the bed and crawls over you, until your head rests
carefully on the navy blue pillow and he marvels down at you, smiling gently.
“Are you sure?” He whispers against your collarbone and you
almost whine at him to hurry up already. He seems to sense your
exasperation though, because he makes quick work of removing his own jeans
before then pulling off yours, kissing along your legs as he does so. When he
pulls down your underwear, his fingers press into you slowly, and he appears
about to add his mouth too when you shake your head, pulling his face up to
“Later.” You gasp and he nods, settling over you once more,
fingers curling inside you. Again you slam your fist against the bed sheets and
let out a loud groan, roughly pulling his head down against your own. He
removes his fingers and you shudder at the loss of contact, but then his hands
are slipping underneath you to unclasp your bra (and really, you have to take a
moment to appreciate how quickly he does remove it, because you’ve been wearing
one for years and it still takes you some time in the morning). Immediately his
hand is on your chest, rubbing slowly against your breast. You throw your head
back against the pillows but it smacks against the headboard instead, and you
groan at the sharp gasp of pain.
Sehun stills, gasping before moving his hand to cradle the
back of your head gently, lust quickly overcome with concern.
“Ah, y/n, are you alright?” He whispers and you wince
slightly, but nod. You stare at him for a moment, his knuckles running softly
against the back of your head. The concern in his face surprises you, but makes
you feel good in a way you cannot explain. You skim your hand over his jaw and
his gaze is drawn back to yours, wherein he blinks down at you with a firm
sense of tenderness. You smile, and lean up to press a chaste kiss against his
lips, hand still smoothing down his jaw. When you pull away, his eyes are soft,
face settled in a small grin as he runs his hand through your hair.
“Do it now.” You whisper, wracked by a sudden eagerness to
have him thrusting into you. He nods slightly, and leans down to kiss you
again, before reaching into a draw and rolling a condom onto himself. You place
your head back on the pillows as he braces above you. After a moment, he pushes
into you, and you emit a high pitched gasp, your walls settling around him. He
waits a moment too long to move, and you have to kick his shin slightly to
signal that you’re ready. He huffs out a laugh and slowly begins to press into
you, hands fisted in the sheets next to your head as he builds up a steady
rhythm. Of all the boys you’d ever had sex with (which, admittedly, was really
not that many) you’d always been pretty quiet in bed– sure, it’d felt good when
they’d moved inside you, but it hadn’t exactly been earth shattering. But Sehun. The way he thrusts into you is,
frankly, ridiculous. With every smooth roll of his hips he seems to find a
different sweet spot and when you’re a moaning mess beneath him, he adds two
fingers. You yelp, body twisting unnaturally beneath him, but he just keeps
going, a thin layer of sweat forming on his chest. You lean up, trying to match
his rhythm and he kisses you roughly, lips slanting over yours, your moans
meeting in a mismatched choir.
It’s not long before the familiar pleasure begins to build,
and by his sudden alternating change in pace you sense he’s close too. His hand
gropes your chest and he leans down, taking your nipple in his mouth and just
like that, you’re a goner. You’re on the verge of a scream as you come around
him and he all about collapses on top of you, thrusting out his own orgasm.
Your hands link as you both ride out your highs, Sehun sucking on your chest.
Spent, he pulls out of you slowly and tosses the condom into
a bin beside him, his body flopping down next to yours. You throw your arm over
your eyes, trying to calm your ragged breath as he does the same.
Silence settles around the two of you, panting, sweaty and
naked in his dark sheets. Embarrassed, you wonder if, now that you’re finished,
he expects you to leave. You shift away from him slightly, moving to the edge
of the bed when he rolls over to his side and gets out the bed. You rush to do
the same, shuffling awkwardly on the wooden floors.
You watch his figure retreat to a small wooden closet in the
corner of the room and bite your lip, shifting your hands to cover your exposed
“Uh, should I-“ You begin, but are halted as, after having
pulled on a set of loose tracksuit bottoms, he begins toward you, a shirt in
his grasp. You raise your eyebrows questioningly, but he just gestures for you
to hold your arms to the side. You do so, a little reluctantly, and he pulls
the shirt onto your shoulders, humming.
He kneels to do up the buttons and as he finishes, pulls you
toward him to place a soft kiss on your clothed stomach. Unsure of how to react,
your hands simply hover above his tousled blonde hair.
He stands once more and intertwines his hand with yours,
pulling you back toward the still–warm bed. He pushes you onto the sheets
gently before then following suit. You turn on your side and he carefully
places his hand on your waist, shifting a little closer.
“Is this… is this okay?” He mumbles and turning your head
to face him, you nod slightly. Reassured, he smiles and moves closer, arms
pressing more firmly around you.
“Don’t go.” He says and you face him once more, tilting your
head in confusion. “In the morning, don’t go.” He elaborates and you smile
softly. Instead of answering, you lean forward to press a tender kiss on his
lips, and then his cheek. His eyes closed, he lets out a small contented sigh
and you turn back around, closing your eyes.
He presses a soft kiss onto your head and, choosing not to
think of what will happen in the morning, you clear your mind, and drift into a
((pls forgive any spelling/grammar errors as it is 1am and I cannot find the energy to check this. Also, I am a holy untouched virgin so idk how accurate the smut is but???? enjoy??? if you’d like a part 2, lemme know!))