Everything else just feels so temporary. I write everything in pencil these days, I was getting pretty used to erasing things until you showed up. You showed up and I know it’s stupid but I wrote your name in permanent marker and I wasn’t afraid.
Lance: what did you want to tell me?
Allura: *looks uncomfortable* This isn’t easy to say but I have to do what’s best for the team.
Lance: I trust you Allura, do what you gotta do.
Allura: Matt will be taking your place as blue paladin from now on. He is resourceful and incredibly intelligent. He will be a great asset to Voltron. While you were…
Lance: just a stand in until someone better showed up… yeah I understand. After all I’m just a seventh wheel.
When a child comes of age their greatest quality manifests itself as a familiar that will follow them for life. You just turned 21 and you still didn’t have one, until this morning when two showed up and they terrify you.
“Alright, class,” The teacher spoke up,
grabbing everyone’s attention. “Hence today is Valentine’s Day, I thought I’d
give you all a short, small quiz!”
The announcement was met with a collective
“It’s not that kind of quiz.” The teacher
began handing out papers, a smile on their face. “It’s about love and even
though it won’t get graded, try to answer the question seriously, don’t joke
Drew this for any of you who have exams coming up or struggling with things or just not having a good day but most importantly its for all my lovely followers and friends! I love you all thank you for always supporting me! minak0smisakidawaehyun
Plot- gonna skip this today cause i feel like it would ruing the story if you knew what was going on so, it s a surprise
Warnings- language like usual, angst
A/n ok so im like super proud of this cause I’ve had this idea for a really long time and i like how it turned out. Let me know what you think!!!
You sighed, leaning forward on the counter and tapping your fingers against the wood, leisurely scrolling through tumblr to pass the time at your job. You were bored out of your mind. Every Friday, you worked the night shift at the small little coffee shop you worked at. It was easy, hardly anyone came in at night, and you were allowed to drink a few coffee’s to keep your eyes open, so it wasn’t anything too bad. Plus, there was the extra cash, so.
But, above all, there was one major plus in working the night shift, and that was your friendly neighborhood Spiderman. He came by to buy a coffee once, you ended up talking for hours, and it just kinda became a thing between you two. Eventually he would bring some snacks, as you often got hungry in the night, and you would sit together and drink coffee and eat snacks with him. Well, you ate, he refused to lift his mask that high, and you respected him as to not lose his trust. Of course you wondered who he was, when you first became friends it killed you (not to mention something about his voice was so familiar), but you accepted his secret and let it be.
To be honest, you really enjoyed his company and looked forward to these Friday nights. You didn’t know how many times you had refused to skip a week of the night shift in order to go out on a Friday with your friends. They all eventually learned to plan their nights out on Saturday. You didn’t want to ditch Spiderman, or have him worry. He had freaked out once when you were sick, thinking something had happened to you, and you thought it was really sweet. You worried about him too, a lot considering what he did. He rushed off all the time in the middle of your conversations, and most of the time you wouldn’t see him until next week. Of course you would see on the news that he was fine and had taken down the threat, and that would put you at ease until the next time it happened.
It was dumb, and you knew it was, but you couldn’t help but have a little bit of a crush on him. He was sweet and kind to you, and you loved being around him. You knew you had no chance, you didn’t even know his name for god’s sake, but it was a nice thought. Not, that you thought about it often. You definitely didn’t daydream about him romantically taking off his mask and taking you into his arms before kissing you and-…no, you definitely didn’t think about that.
A few months ago, the light almost silent sound of someone landing outside your stand would have scared the shit out of you, especially at this time of night. But you were more than used to it now, and smiled as you turned around and saw the mask of your favorite superhero.
“Hey Spidey,” you leaned on the edge of the counter to greet him before turning to make his usual espresso, “Slow night?”
“Ya, but hey I’m not complaining. In this business, you don’t want a busy night.” he said with a dorky giggle at the end.
You had to stop yourself from swooning. God, he was just so cute!
“Can’t argue with that.” you handed him the coffee, and as usual, he tried to hand over the money but you pushed it back, “How many times do I have to tell you, Superheroes drink free.” You winked.
Although you couldn’t see his face, you had a feeling he was smiling, you could tell from his voice.
“Thanks (Y/n). So how’s your week been?” he asked.
You went into the usual retelling of your week, as he listened intently, lifting his mask just enough to get the straw under and to his mouth. He then followed with his own stories from the week, which you often argued was the more interesting part of your conversation but he insisted he liked yours better.
“But by far the worst part was when this dude tried to tase me.” he chuckled, and you too couldn’t contain your own giggles. Just imagining him swinging around trying to avoid getting tased.
“Hey, it’s not funny. See, this is the kind of thanks I get for trying to protect you citizens. I was promised the pretty girls would be swooning over me, but instead all I get is laughed at.”
You only laughed harder, until his words processed in your minds, “Wait, you think I’m pretty…?” you trailed off, your amused smile turning to a hopeful one, and you prayed he didn’t pick up on it.
His whole body seemed to go rigid for a split second as he himself realized what he had said, “Uh, I um- I mean uh-” he floundered for a moment, reaching up and running the back of his neck while looking anywhere but at you as he tried to gather his thoughts. Then he froze, looking off into the distance.
You knew that look. His spidey-senses were tingling.
And the moment was gone.
“It’s ok, go save the city.” You smiled, playfully nudging his shoulder.
He looked at you, and you wished you could see the emotions on his face, but all you got was a rushed, “Bye (Y/n). See you next week.”
And it was over. Just like that, the best part of your week had gone by, and you would have to wait a whole seven days before you got it again.
During rest of your shift, and the moments up to when you fell asleep that night, all you thought about was him. Or, more specifically, what would have happened between you and him if he hadn’t had to go at that moment. That night you dreamt of him, or at least someone like him.
Slamming your locker shut, you dropped your head onto the cool metal, “I definitely bombed that test.”
“Same.” your friend mumbled, her eyes fixated on her phone.
“Seriously am I crazy or was that nothing like the study guide?”
“Both.” she winked as you began to walk towards your car.
You laughed, climbing into the driver’s seat as she got into the passengers.
Looking through the rearview mirror, you froze as you saw an oh so familiar car pulling up.
It was Tony Starks. Or, rather, his drivers, coming by like he did every Monday to pick up Peter.
You felt the air drain out of you as you saw Peter run out of the school and into the car, the tinted windows preventing you from seeing anything else.
You gripped the steering wheel and tore your eyes away, looking down. It was ridiculous really. It’s been so long. Why did it still hurt so bad just seeing him?
“Hey,” you felt a comforting hand on your arm, “Does it still hurt that much?” she asked.
She was right to be surprised, it had been almost two months since you broke up with Peter, and as bad as you wanted to, you just couldn’t move on. It was like something was keeping you hung up on him.
He was the first significant other you had really loved, but you never even got the chance to say it. After just over a year of being together, he began to grow distant. He would disappear, miss dates, ignore texts and calls. And the weirdest part was when he would show up with random bruises and cuts. No matter how much you begged, he wouldn’t explain. According to Aunt May, he was sneaking out at night and not coming home till the morning. Not to mention his sudden friendship with Tony Stark, which he claimed was an internship, but he never went into too much detail about it.
It was all just too much. The lies and excuses drove you insane, and you eventually forced yourself to end it. He had just stared at you with huge eyes when you did it, and you knew if he had simply asked you to stay, you would have. But he didn’t ask. And you didn’t stay.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” you mumbled, putting the car into drive and pulling out of the parking lot.
Standing by the window of your coffee stand, you impatiently tapped a beat into the counter. Your coworker was 30 minutes late with no explanation as to why, which meant you were stuck here until her or your boss showed up, whichever happened first. It was almost 9, and you had a crap load of homework to do, but you were stuck in the goddamn stand.
You folded your arms before resting your head on them. A few minutes passed before you heard the sound of a car pulling up.
When you looked up, and saw a van about twenty feet from the stand.
The side door slid open.
“What the hell…?” you mumbled, standing up straight.
As soon as the words left your mouth, a man jumped out and began firing at the stand with a machine gun.
You shrieked, and dropped to the ground, covering your head.
The firing didn’t stop, and you began to crawl towards the back door, but as you reached the door knob, it was pulled open. A man stood outside, and grabbed you, pulling you to your feet and dragging you along with him.
He pushed you forward to the center of the group that had exited the van. They didn’t seem like anyone special, just a group of very scary looking people.
You tripped and just barely kept your balance, looking around at the circle that had formed around you.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Call him!” a girl spat at you.
“W-what?” you stammered, “I don’t know what your talking about please-”
“Don’t play dumb with us. You dont think no one’s noticed the Spiderman coming here every week? He obviously knows you and unless you call him here the next time he sees ya is gonna be in a body bag!”
You flinched back, tears filling your eyes, “I don’t, I don’t know who he is he just stops by to talk i really don’t-” you screamed as one of the fired into the air.
“Just kill the crying bitch. Leave her as a warning- mmh!” His mouth was suddenly covered in webs before he was kicked in the face.
“Is that really how you talk to a lady?” a familiar voice asked, standing over the guy as he webbed him up.
There was yelling and a lot of gunshots, then for some reason you were laying on the ground.
You could hardly keep up with the red and blue blur that was Spiderman. Watching him fight was mesmerising, nothing like listening to his retellings of it. He always down played his feats.
Then all at once there was a pain in your stomach, and you couldn’t contain your scream of pain. It was like nothing you had felt before.
“(Y/n)? (Y/n)! Open your eyes!”
When had you closed your eyes? Nevertheless, you opened them and saw the masked face you had grown to close too. He had pulled you into his lap and was gently moving your hair out of your face.
“What…what happened?” you breathed.
“You were shot oh god (Y/n) I’m so sorry this is all my fault I should’ve come faster or better yet just never let them get to you in the first place just just stay awake ok Mr Stark is bringing help he’ll fix you oh god-” you couldn’t quite hear the rest of his rambles, but instead focused on the increasing feeling of familiarity. His voice, it made you feel comfortable, and safe, and reminded you of better times. You felt happy, closing your eyes, listening to the sound of his voice, and leaning into his touch. It was soft and loving. And for some reason, Peter was all you could think about. Peter. Why him, why now? Why was he the one?
You could hear him calling your name.
Or, was it Spiderman.
You couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes to check.
And as you slipped into unconsciousness, there was only one thing on your mind.
He felt sick.
He felt tired.
He felt like he had died.
But he wasn’t the one who had gotten hurt.
He sat in the hospital room, everything a sterile, too bright white. The only thing keeping him together was the sound of the heart monitor. Your heart monitor.
He didn’t want to look at you, he had already seen your skin, which was strikingly pale. He had already seen your face, with dry lips and a tube to help you breath. He had already seen your bandged up stomach, where the bullet wou d had been.
He just wanted to see your eyes. For you to be awake.
But until then, he didn’t want to see you because then it became too real.
He did this too you, and it was killing him.
The door opened, and peter didn’t have to look up to know who it was.
Mr Stark placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Here kid, you gotta eat something.” he place a box on the table next to them.
Peter stayed silent, so he spoke again, “All those times you went on and on about (Y/n) I figured the first time I would be meeting her would be at the engagement party.” he said, trying to lift the mood.
“She wasn’t even my girlfriend.” Peter simply said, keeping his gaze on the floor.
“What? I thought you said-”
“She broke up with me. Because I was keeping secrets. I didn’t tell her cause I thought she would be in danger if I did. And I took her for granted and she broke up with me.” he paused for a moment and Tony heard his sniffling, “But I love her and I couldn’t stay away so I was being selfish and talking to her as Spiderman. And I fell in love with her all over again. And I was an idiot and I almost killed her.”
The room was silent, the steady beating of your heart the only thing making noise.
“You’re right, you were an idiot. You can’t protect people by keeping them in the dark. But this isn’t your fault, kid. You did everything you could, and she isn’t dead, just injured. So my advice is to tell her the truth and pray she’ll take you back when she wakes up. This life isn’t worth losing someone you love over. Trust me.” Tony stood, sympathetically patting his shoulder again, before leaving the room.
For the second time since he had gotten to the hospital, he brought his tear filled eyes up to look at you.
He had missed you more than words could describe. When you broke up with him, he felt his heart breaking, and he hadn’t been able to make himself saying anything. He regretted that everyday. If he had just asked, would he have been able to make you stay?
He took your limp hand in his.
He wanted nothing more but to hold you again, kiss you again.
Finally tell you he loved you.
But for now, this was as close as he could get.
He would just have to wait and hope.
What do you think?? Is it good? Let me know, i love you all!!
i. Kids playing hooky early morning, I am the pain relief pills they hide under their tongue and spit out under the couch cushions when their mother shuts the screen door. I am the first time you skin your knee, in the rain whispering nixie weaved revenge spells down your yellow coat and your red boots (the first time you really know you are alone). I am the hand stand on the sidewalk when your elbow buckles in like lame horses fall to the canyon mouth, you are just a child. You can fly, turn invisible, speak to animals, walk through walls. Rustling, do you hear it? Yanking the baby teeth from their pink beds.
ii. You crumble under the weight of a naked black sky, feeling something skittering on your skin. Something wicked and naive. Like a spider egg. You get a mouthful of broken teeth, and lay frying sunny side up on the summer asphalt.
iii. Tonight you’re gonna learn how to fall, then get back up again. Tonight you are gonna know what it is to be exhausted. Are you okay when you fall off your daydream and end up on your back? Your eyes are red where they used to be white.
iv. you have been chewing your will to live with the aching wisdom teeth you desperately need to get pulled. you have been softening it with your saliva, but it’s 11 pm, and it’s stale now, and it tangles into your rapunzel locks in your sleep and finally gives you an excuse to cut all your hair off.
v. Last week your dentist asked if anything was bothering you, and you almost told him about the small tooth you think is growing between your tricuspids, pushing everything out of place, sending you on the verge of sonic tears and crawling on the bathroom floor with no idea where your phone is, and something out of control, and poison, and odontalgia, and dysthymia, and forgetting the Latin roots, and ripped out pages of a book that was supposed to tell you how to get back home and. how long do you think I can hold my breath before I look like a blueberry, and it is,
in me, and the throbbing red bump at the base of your sternum and how you tried to cut it off but you were too scared of what was underneath, and dandelion seeds of reasons why you should just stay here until somebody forgets you even showed up heaving out of your mouth and into a McDonalds bag, and the feeling at 13 in the bathroom stall after swim practice shaking like coffee on an empty stomach pulling out the first tampon you ever put inside, and your wet thighs, and the warm dirty smell.
Gargle, spit. You say no. Nothing really.
vi. you should get gold fillings. then all you have to do is flash a smile and no one will fuck with you.
vii. Four months until graduation we are not wasting time, but we eat it too fast and end up vomiting on the highway. On the swing, wood chip splinters, and agitation like termite fever beneath my skin. It’s not that I think the zombie apocalypse would be cool, but I could do all the things I do right now without getting sideways glances in the convenience store, or being told I’m depressed like it’s such a problem, or being treated like the splattered milk gallon on the dairy aisle linoleum. Everybody stepping back and maneuvering their shopping carts around the fresh disaster, and staring, and looking away, and ignoring what they don’t want to deal with. And not wanting the blame.
viii. I’m not depressed. It’s just winter.
ix. Is this the last weekend before the first blood? I’m not gonna do my homework anyway.
x. I’m not depressed. My brother took me into the car with the light fixture wires hanging from the ceiling like your wet hair from shower tiles. we zoomed down with Apollo laughing in the backseat and egged the big white houses in Beverly Hills and pretended like we were still the strawberry jam kids on concrete playing hopscotch, living in sandcastles, eating mudpies. Like we were not hotboxing, and taking pictures of half healed things under the band aid, and always ready to put our hands up when we hear sirens, and microwaving earthworms. And growing up too fast.
I’m not depressed. But I’m not coming back this time either.
xi. It’s a haunted Sunday in the home your parents left to rot, and the black mold spores bleeding down the buttermilk wallpaper are causing you to do unadvisable backbends. And somehow years later I am still the grocery list you are always throwing in the trash with the candy wrappers.
(side note - View of a Virgo rising, Leo sun in the 12th, Libra moon in 2nd, mercury Cancer in 11th, venus Leo in 12th, mars Leo in 11th)
was once my best friend, she made literally everything in my life brighter and always helped me to just enjoy things and stop worrying all the time. Also great hugs. Just simply has that energy, wherever it may be - physically, mentally, staying up until you binge watched that show, giving you their last money so you can get yourself something to eat before you starve to death, always down for a talk and a walk even if they had a packed schedule. Please don't miss out on times when you just have to take a day off to get your beautiful and strong energy back. I care about your health so please don't forget to eat properly and don't miss out on that quality time if needed.
a girl from my drama class and my little sisters moon sign, I am just so in love with your sense for aesthetic. Total sunshines. I feel like I can always rely on you, super compassionate and knows how to make you feel comfortable when youre not. I love that when you have a goal in your mind, you will give your everything to achieve that! Also so humble but like I want you so desperately to know how beautiful I think you are!! I enjoy your company a lot. Please don't be afraid of changes, I know that's such a mainstream thing to write for Taurus but I really do believe that maybe sometimes you need to be reminded that life can also begin at the end of your comfort zone.
a guy and a girl from biology class, I am literally stunned at how much these people know. Eloquent fluffballs. I could listen to you spreading knowledge 24/7, make great jokes in my opinion and just kind of knows... everyone?? Get along with so many people, can be very chill but also full of energy when they're talking about things they are interested in. Also fun-fact kings and queens. Please remind yourself to stay loyal to your true friends, you may know many people with whom you get along with so well and for sure everyone is intersting in their own way, but it's very possible to feel lonely in a crowd. Your closest friends will always get you out of that and help you, I promise.
a close friend of mine, literally the most caring person I've ever met. Actual comedians. I don't know I just straight up fell in love with your humour. All the Cancers I know have or had some extreme physical problems going on, please get well soon if you read this and you're also not feeling well. Mentally on the next level, strong and kind of unbreakable. Don't hide their feelings because they just know that when you bottle up your feelings it's never going to end well. They just get you and will be there for you no matter what. Please take care of yourself just as well as you do with your friends and family, you are a true blessing and it's definitely okay to rant or cry or just let it all out.
my english teacher and a guy I used to be close with, very often completely misunderstood and taken for granted, which can lead to unhealthy behaviour. Will make you feel great after a plain shit day. I strive to be this talented at just expressing myself or being confident, even if you just want the world to think you are confident when you're actually not. Cuddly queens and kings. Better not hurt their pride because it took them a lot of time to actually get to that level and in a world where people hate on you for loving yourself, to them it feels like, despite all their work, they are not worth of loving themselves. Please don't forget that although sometimes it's hard to look in the mirror and like what you see, there are caring and warm-hearted people who love you just the way you are.
a girl in my class I simply adore, I always annoy you with my endless compliments. Kind of just in love with these down-to-earth and sweet people. Either super chill or worried a lot, I wish I could just hug you until you feel less stressed. Smol but strong beans you can learn a lot from. So reliable, I actually hate doing group projects and always want to do everything myself but since you share that opinion we created something I was really proud of and now we always do them together. Please remember that passion is something you shouldn't be ashamed of, you simply don't have to be because it's something you love and your needs are valid. Also dreaming big, it's possible, especially for you so why not?
a girl I recently got to know and am already completely amazed by, literal social butterflies who sometimes only know in hindsight how much they enjoyed the company of someone because they adapt so easily and it's rare to find someone where you can just simply be yourself. Love how they view life and that they make me want to talk more. Very open and you never feel excluded because they just know how to include everyone. Please don't forget to remind yourself who you truly are and not to lose yourself in another person, because there really is only one you no matter how good you are at adapting to literally every social situation, you are amazing and I want you to be comfortable as well.
my dad and my ex boyfriend's mom, two very caring peole in their own way. I always love how sharp their sarcasm can be. Can comfort extremely well when they want to. So many secrets and things to know about them that I can lose myself in them wanting to explore whats actually behind their shell. Teaches you life lessons. Please don't forget that humans aren't flawless and that's completely okay. You don't have to hold onto old grudges, communication is key and talking about these things, confronting these people who did you wrong will help you grow as a person.
an old friend of mine, very cute people who get interested in so many things and they are so versatile and adventurous I absolutely love their lively nature. Memes™. Total dorks you can fall for in a second. Are actually the best partners to just talk to about anything because they will be interested and share their opinion with you. Please remind yourself that cutting off people can be a very wise decision and you don't have to keep up with everyones shit if that's just not what you're in for.
I am literally so attracted to these people it's unreal, although I kind of always think that they don't like me...... anyways, my bigger twin sisters are caps and they are humble souls who really had to fight for a lot in life sadly. So proud of you. Keep up with the hard work, you really deserve everything. So realistic and pure I have heart eyes. Supportive and extremely loyal. Will stand up for you if you need it. Straight face™ but still manages to make even the most serious people laugh. Please remind yourself to not overdo it with the work, take a day off to relax and let yourself go maybe, even if it's hard - with the right people you don't ever have to be afraid of being yourself.
my ex boyfriend whom I had a crush on for like 4 years, teached me great life lessons. Will always have a weakness for aquas, they just attract me so much, how much of a fluffy dork can you be tbh? Capacity of acceptance is incredible. So much fun to be with. Are kind of just good at everything? You can talk to them about anything, it won't feel weird, they won't question it and just talk to you about that topic. So friendly, an underrated trait in my opinion, just complete and simple friendliness you enjoy to the fullest. Please remind yourself to let people not only see your amazing shell but also your stunning core, there are people who love to talk about the same things you love and nothing about you is weird, you are special and I absolutely love it.
a very sweet guy I've been texting with for the past months, very open minded and also have that sensitivity I strive to have. Very inspirational smol puppy. Actual daydreamers™, may be late to school but love deeply and would never neglect your love. Kind of hate almost everything that's planned out? (I'm sorry I just love to plan things out) will hug you no matter what. Does not fear to dream big, is very talented at artsy stuff in my opinion. Please don't forget that even if it seems hard, and yes our school system is kind of very bad,we get to have that education and your dreams will be reality if you work hard enough to achieve them. You have so much potential, please don't ever waste it.
A/N: So I collabed with @daveeddiggsit for this one and it ended up way cuter than we expected?? lol hope you enjoy!! (also there are several criminal minds references bc i’m like that)
You pushed your glasses back up the bridge of your nose as you continued typing away at your final thesis paper of the semester. Hair up in a bun, and some ratty university sweatpants on, you were looking a little worse for wear. But that was normal during finals week, right?
The library you had been holed up in for the past five hours was dead silent, allowing you to completely focus on your paper. Your eyes were glued to your laptop screen when you heard the sound of a chair scraping backwards but you were too in the zone to look up. As long as they didn’t disrupt your concentration, you’d be good.
“You ever think that the reason you’re wearing glasses is because you’ve been staring at that screen pretty closely for about two hours straight?” You heard a curious, deep voice interrupt your thoughts.
“You ever think about how the library is a quiet place for people to work,” you retorted without looking away from your screen.
“If you really want a quiet place to work, we could head back to my place and work on some other things too, if you know what I mean.” You could practically hear the smirk grow on his face.
“That sounds like one of the first lines in a Criminal Minds episode. Hard pass.”
“You like Criminal Minds? How about you let me profile you.”
You finally glanced over and you could see that there definitely was a smirk on the very attractive man’s face. His hair was wildly curly, yet somehow tamable to an extent, facial hair adorned his defined jawline, and his amused brown eyes stared into your slightly-narrowed ones.
If you weren’t supposed to email this paper to your professor in six hours, you probably would’ve taken him up on his advances, but what was more attractive than Smirky Guy was an A on your paper. Which you then turned back to.
“Are you seriously just going to keep ignoring me?” He asked.
“I’m just going to keep flirting with you until you talk to me.”
“You call saying random pick up lines to a girl whose name you don’t know and receiving little to no response flirting?”
“Yup.” He said, mocking you.
You rolled your eyes and continued to type your paper.
“Aww, come on, four eyes, take a break and talk to me. It won’t hurt anyone.”
You completely turned to him. “‘Four eyes,’ really?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “What are you, five?”
“Hey, ‘four eyes’ isn’t a bad thing. You look cute in glasses.” He grinned at you and even added a wink this time.
Daryl Dixon x Reader | Smut Warning | 18+ Only | NSFW
Summary: Another request,
hope I do it justice. :) Daryl has feelings for the reader and has had to watch
the reader be treated badly by her boyfriend for months. When the reader’s
boyfriend is out on a run, Daryl makes his feelings known. Pre-Negan Era. Set
in Alexandria. Smut AF.
Warnings: Smutty, Smutness
Word Count: 8,963
Daryl watched as you sadly waved goodbye to Luke. You guys you had been
seeing each other since even before the world ended and was replaced with the
dead. You had both been living in Alexandria since before the wall had went up,
you saw all of it happen in the blink of an eye; the world ending, the dead
walking, The Monroe’s quickly devising a plan to keep the town safe, and the
arrival of Rick’s group followed by more heartache and hardship. You and Luke
shared a small house in the town, sitting on the right-hand side of the
development, next to the last house that was placed within the town, furthest
away from the wall, which belonged to Daryl.
You and Luke moved to Alexandria, before losing your families to the
dead, you were college sweethearts, and you just always assumed you would be
together forever. But lately something had changed in Luke, he was more
reckless, and every chance he got it seemed, he was offering to go on runs,
especially with Rosita. In the pit of your stomach you knew something was
wrong, very wrong. Luke waved back at you, with little to no emotion in his
eyes, from the back of a truck they where using for their run. You saw him
quickly turn his attention back to Rosita smiling at her the way he used to
smile at you.
You sighed a little, looking down, kicking a rock with your feet. You
heard the gate close and slam shut as Aaron harshly pushed the lock back in
place. He walked over to you and placed his hand on your shoulder, forcing you
to look up at him with sad eyes.
“They’ll be back before you know it.” He said re-assuringly. “Rick will
make sure of that.” He finished seriously, rubbing his hand comfortingly across
your shoulder, before breaking contact, nodding and heading off to his home
down the road.
You stood there not really sure what to do with yourself, you always
felt off when Luke was gone, but you had felt off for a few months now, even
when he was with you, he wasn’t really with you. You stare off into space
analyzing the past few months, the drop in conversation between you two, the
lack of intimacy, you used to find any excuse to sneak away to be together but
lately he didn’t even want to touch you. You self-consciously wrap your arms
around yourself, not realizing you were being watched.
Suddenly, you hear a scoff and realize that Daryl was standing a few
feet away from you, by the front of the gate. He glared at you until you made
eye contact, and then his head snapped away to look at a fixed point on the
wall ahead of him. He sighed, seemingly angrily, and began walking toward you.
He stops when he gets within inches of you, and growls into your ear, as he
faces toward the town, his back against the gate.
“Don’t worry I’m sure your boyfriend
will be just fine.” He said lowly and
slightly bumped your shoulder as he passed by you.
What the hell was his problem?
You thought to yourself and turned around to follow the tall, muscular redneck.
You run a little to catch up to him, as he has already taken several
long strides away from you and down the street. You tap him on the shoulder and
continue to try and reach his speed.
“What the hell was that about, Daryl?” You ask a little angrily and
follow him as he picks up his pace. He obviously had an issue with something.
He angrily huffs and grips the strap of his crossbow tighter in his
hands, saying nothing and tightening his jaw, he continues to walk towards the
back of the development. You followed him past yours and Luke’s house, to the
last house on the right, that was Daryl’s. You stomp up the porch behind him,
grabbing his shoulder forcing him to turn around. He swings around angrily and
glares into your eyes.
“What do ya want Y/N?” He shouted.
You suddenly felt enraged at his random anger directed at you. Who the hell did he think he was, talking to
you that way? You thought confused and a little angry. He has barely ever
said more than two words to you before this.
“I want to know what the hell you meant back there?” You demanded and
he staggered back pacing a little, his eyes angry.
“You know what I’m talkin about Y/N. You know he is fucking her. How
can you stay with an asshole like that? The way he treats you-” He shouts in
your face, fuming, and begins pacing back and forth on the wooden floor again.
Your eyes grow wide, and you feel your heart stop in its tracks, as it
sinks into the pit of your stomach.
“What?” You ask softly. Daryl continues to pace around his porch,
gripping his weapon tighter in his hands, gesturing to your house on the left-hand
side of his.
“I’ve fucking seen them together, Y/N! I know you aren’t that stupid!
You fucking know too. Don’t tell me you don’t.” He shouts out again.
You feel your face get hot as your eyes begin to well up with tears.
“I gotta- I gotta go.” You say softly and turn to run down his stairs,
you hear Daryl call your name, but you don’t want him to see you cry, you
didn’t want such a strong man to see you break. You run across the lawn and up
the stairs to your house, slamming, and locking the door.
You drudge your feet up the stairs, through blurry and wet eyes,
emerging at your bedroom. You look at the bed and memories of you and Luke wash
over you, followed by an image of him with Rosita in your bed. You wondered if
they had ever screwed in your bed and suddenly you felt nauseated. You turn
back from your bedroom and head down stairs to the living room, you plop
yourself down on the couch head in your hands and let yourself feel all the
pain you were feeling, letting all the tears come pouring out of you. You hear
yourself sobbing from a distance, feeling like it wasn’t real.
You sob for nearly a half hour straight, until you feel like you are
completely drained of everything inside of you. You peer over to the table on
the side of the couch where you sit and see a picture of you and Luke sitting
in a frame, a picture taken back before the world had ended, back before he was
a cheater. Your eyes narrowed in anger as you stared at the man you thought
would never hurt you. You pick up the frame angrily and throw it at the wall,
making the glass shatter and the picture fall to the floor. Broken. Just like us. You thought to
yourself with a scoff.
Anger takes over your body, washing over you and replacing the sadness.
You dry your eyes, that have now started seething, and begin to rip down every
picture frame and throw anything that reminded you of the two of you. That
painting on the wall he had bought you for your 1-year anniversary – the year
before the world went to shit, the necklace on the table he had found for you
after you lost your parents, the promise ring on your finger that he had given
you when you had first started dating. You throw it all to the ground, hearing
wood and metal clashing and clanging against the hard wood floor of your living
You ran back up the stairs to your bedroom and pulled the blankets and
sheets off the bed, throwing another picture of you and him on the nightstand
down to the ground, as your boots walked over the glass, chomping on it without
care. You pulled out a small duffle bag from your closet and began throwing
your clothes into it, you didn’t care if you had to sleep on someone’s floor,
you would not be here when Luke returned home. You grab as many clothes as
would fit, and went to the bathroom to grab your toothbrush and a couple of
bars of soap you had managed to find.
You grab the overly full duffle bag and sling it over your shoulder,
heaving a little at how heavy it was, and walked determinedly down the stairs
and out the door slamming it shut. You walk onto the porch and angrily begin
toward the stairs. You hear Daryl again, to your right, calling your name from
“Y/N! Please, hold up for a minute!” Daryl’s voice had softened and
showed signs of worry.
Daryl had not moved from this spot since he had blurted out Luke’s
secret. He was sure you knew, but your reaction proved to him otherwise. He
paced back and forth, angry at himself and his big mouth, that had caused you
so much pain. He listened to you cry and throw things, watching you intently
through your living room window, that just happened to face his own. So many
nights he had watched you, not intending to get drawn in, but not being able to
help himself. The way you would set up dinner night after night for you and
Luke, and seeing that most nights he didn’t even bother to show up home until
after you had given up and fallen asleep.
He watched as you paced your house lonely as can be whenever he was
gone and lately you did the same even when he was there, both of you sitting in
silence and not saying a word. He watched as you tried to kiss on Luke and make
him feel your skin, but he would always pull away. Daryl guessed saying he was
not in the mood. Bullshit. Daryl
would think to himself, he knew the truth. Besides who would not be in the mood
for Y/N, she was amazingly gorgeous and just as sweet as could be, Daryl would
think to himself.
One night he watched as Y/N walked up the stairs and disappeared into
her bedroom, after another failed attempt to get Luke to want her. Daryl saw
how sad and tired her eyes were, tired of this same routine and tired of not
being loved like she should be. Daryl saw Y/N’s bedroom light go out and
watched Luke as his fingers began to twitch and he nervously looked up the
stairs. Daryl watched from the dark of his living room in curiosity, watching
as the man got more nervous by the minute. About 20 minutes went by and the man
suddenly stood up, walking to the stairs and looking up at the bedroom door,
which was shut. He listened for a moment and smiled to himself. He walked
across the living room floor, down the hallway, and out the door.
Daryl put out his cigarette in the dark and stared curiously for a moment
before getting up and walking out to his porch quietly closing his door behind
him. He watched as Luke walked speedily down the road, looking like he had to
be somewhere in a hurry. Daryl frowned and decided to follow him. He took long,
quite strides down the side of the road, staying on the grass and in the
shadows as much as he could. He followed the man to a house he knew well,
Rosita and Abraham’s. He watched as Luke darted quickly to the side of the
house, Daryl ducked behind the trees that separated Rosita and Abe’s house from
Carol’s place. The town was dark, but the moon was full and brightened up the
sky and the ground around it that night.
Daryl peered through the bushes to see Luke running to someone, the
other person ran to him and wrapped their arms around him. Luke pulled this
person into his arms, twirling them around, the moonlight illuminated their
face, it was Rosita was a huge smile on her face. Daryl stood there shocked,
feeling the seething anger build up inside of him. He watched as Luke pressed
her up against the side of the wall and began to kiss her passionately. Daryl
felt sick, watching as they became closer and closer to fucking right then and
there. He hears them both begin to moan and tug at each other’s pants. Daryl
turned away and made his way back down the street, stopping to stare up at
Y/N’s dark bedroom window for a moment in silent sadness. What an asshole. Who could do that to her? He thought and again the
anger returned to his being.
It had been two months since Daryl saw them together that first time
and every time he saw Luke touch Rosita on the arm or whisper into her ear
suggestively, when Y/N wasn’t looking, every single time it took all Daryl had
not to walk right over and kick his ass. But, Y/N was always there, looking at
Luke, still in love with him, still wanting him. Daryl thought eventually she
would figure it out on her own, but here they were two months later and somehow
he was still the asshole who had to break the news to her. And he didn’t do it
well at all, talking wasn’t one of his strong points and he kicked himself for
hurting her, just like that asshole she called hers.
“Y/N! Please, stop!” Daryl pleaded as he watched Y/N continue to storm
down the pavement with a duffle bag in her hands.
You stopped but do not turn around, hearing Daryl’s footsteps come
running up behind you. You feel nothing but rage and adrenaline coursing
through your body. Suddenly, you feel Daryl’s big hand on your shoulder,
nudging you around to face him. You turn toward him and see that he is
breathing heavy from running to catch up to you. You look into his eyes and see
regret in them, you scoff.
“What?!” You cry out angrily and glare at him.
Daryl takes his hand off your shoulder and steps back with his hands in
the arm, realizing that your anger is directed toward him.
“I just, I just… I wanted to say sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come
out like that.” He said lowly and looks at the ground ashamed of himself.
You smirk a little in your rage, feeling heated tears again come to the
“You’re sorry? You’re sorry?!” You scream a little and drop your duffle
bag on the ground, charging your small frame into him and start hitting his
chest with your fists as hard as you can, crying and punching.
“You are an asshole, you know that?!” You continue to cry and punch at
him. And Daryl lets you do so, without wincing, he takes in all your pain.
You punch and punch until you your hands are sore and you are
exhausted, you begin to sob into his chest, dropping your fists as they did no
good against Daryl’s muscular physique. You sob tiredly into him and you
suddenly feel his big arms wrap around your body, pulling you tightly into him,
as you cry.
“Shhh… Shhh…” Daryl comforts you, rocking you back and forth in his
You hear the sound of footsteps tapping down the concrete behind you,
in between your sobbing tears, and hear Aaron’s voice.
“Is everything okay?!?” Aaron asked Daryl, breathless. He had heard Y/N
screaming, as he was walking to the gate for guard duty, and turned around to
see her hitting Daryl. He ran as fast as he could down the long pavement,
watching as Daryl wrapped her in his arms.
Aaron tried to catch his breath, while looking concernedly into Daryl’s
eyes, and down to your sobbing face that was hidden from him.
You buried your face deeper into Daryl’s chest, trying to escape the
embarrassment of facing Aaron this way. You feel Daryl nod his head, as his
chin moves up and down above your head.
“Ya. She’s okay. I’ll take care of her.” Daryl said in a soft, low
Aaron stands there for a moment, looking at Daryl, and back down at
you, remaining hidden. He nods sadly at Daryl and then gently puts his hand on
your back, massaging it a little.
“You know where to find me, if you need anything Y/N.” He says to you
and you nod into Daryl’s chest, to answer him, still not wanting him to see you
hurting. Daryl’s arms wrap tighter around you, as your tears begin to subside.
Aaron looks at Daryl, “Take care of her,” he says and Daryl again nods,
onto the top of your head.
You hear Aaron walk away in the other direction. Daryl holds you for
another moment in the street. You turn your head to the side, never breaking
contact with his body, your tears had retreated once again, and you took a few
deep breaths into him.
Daryl notices your body’s ceasefire, and slowly loosens his arms,
keeping them on your shoulders, but breaking your head’s contact with his
chest, to force you to look up at him. He sees your eyes are red and your face
is drenched, he looks down at you in agony. I
would give anything to take this pain away from her. He thought sadly. He
looks at you and lowly speaks, “Come on,” is all he says before pulling his
arms away from you to lift the duffle bag, with one hand, over his shoulder.
You stay there, too tired to fight it and watch as he lugs your heavy
bag over his shoulder effortlessly and comes back up to pull you to his other
shoulder, wrapping his free arm around your neck. You lean your head onto his
shoulder as you both slowly make your way back down the street.
You pass the place you used to call home and Daryl leads you up the
stairs, back onto his porch, where the whole thing had begun, at least for you.
He slowly opens the door to his house and walks you both into his living room,
where he throws your bag onto the floor, and leads you to the couch. You plop
down and begin to dry your eyes, a little embarrassed now at the scene you had
Daryl walks over to the living room window, that faced the place you
used to call home, and quickly drew the long, dark red curtains. You sigh a
little relieved you didn’t have to look into the house you used to call home.
The room darkens and Daryl uses his lighter to light small and big candles
alike, that were scattered around the living room. Suddenly, the glow of the
candlelight illuminated the space, making it feel more homey than you were used
to. You lay back into the couch and continue to steady your breathing, looking
at Daryl as he sits on the couch beside you, looking straight ahead, trying not
to be intrusive. He sits with his hands nervously wrapping around each other
and his one leg twitching. You also see him nervously biting his lip as he
stared straight ahead.
“I’m sorry I hit you.” You say quietly, looking at your own hands.
“That’s alright. I deserved it.” He said, still twitching.
“No, you didn’t. That anger wasn’t meant for you.” You say to him.
He turns to look at you, as he nervously bites his lip, “I’m sorry too.
I should have never told ya. At least not like that.” He said sincerely
apologetic for his slip up.
“I knew. I knew something was… off.” You admit, again playing
absentmindedly with your fingers as you spoke. “I just didn’t want to admit it
to myself. I didn’t want to lose him too.” You quietly say.
Daryl nods a little in understanding and looks down at his hands again.
A few minutes pass and neither of you speak, just sitting in each other’s
“You’re welcome to stay here.” Daryl says quietly, not looking at you.
You smile your first small smile since this afternoon, you reach over
and touch his arm lightly.
“Thanks.” You say, he tenses a little at your touch. You notice, but
shrug it off as Daryl being Daryl. You drop your hand back into your lap.
“Ugh. I can’t believe this.” You lean forward, running your hands
through your hair, stressed. You two are now shoulder to should on the couch.
You let your hands run up and down your face, rubbing your skin.
“I probably look like shit.” You say to yourself, trying to rub the
feeling of betrayal off you.
Daryl scoffs a little, “I don’t think that’s possible.” He says
quietly, rubbing his knuckles harder.
“Yeah, right.” You say self-deprecatingly, letting your hands rest over
your mouth as today’s memories run through your brain, over and over again.
“You’re beautiful, Y/N.” He says, still not looking at you.
Your head snaps over to look at him, in response.
“What?” You ask, taken aback.
He nervously bites his lip some more before slowly turning his head to
meet your eyes, his eyes softly looking into yours, the candlelight flickering
“You’re beautiful.” He says again, softly, and matter-of-factly.
“You could have anyone you wanted. I just never knew why you wanted
him.” He says dropping his head sadly.
“When I found out, I wanted to tell you. But I didn’t know how to, I
didn’t want you to hurt… I shoulda told you…” He trailed off looking at the
closed curtains ahead of you two.
“I shoulda told you that I couldn’t stand you being with him… and that
I wanted to be with you…” He trails of nervously.
You watch the man in awe, his strong, muscular arms flexed onto his
knees, taking in his large, beautiful frame. You look at his sideways face,
taking in his nervous lips and worried eyes, as if he had said something
extremely dangerous. His leg twitched and he waited for a response. Daryl
expected anger or laughter, he had never been a hit with women, didn’t know how
to talk to them. What he got surprised him as you gently put your hand on his
twitching leg next to you. The leg froze in place and he again forced himself
to look into your eyes, confused this time.
You sat there looking at him, in shock. “I had no idea, Daryl….” You
trail off, not sure what to say.
“You don’t have to say anything, it’s okay…” He says dropping his head,
to look at the couch space in-between you two awkwardly.
“I know I’m not much… I just… thought you should know.” He forced the
words out of his mouth, immediately wishing he had stayed quiet.
You remain silent for a moment, before moving your other hand up to his
downward facing chin, before gently lifting it so that you can peer into his
You look at him softly, “I just didn’t know… You are amazing Daryl, you
are one of the best men here, hell you may even be the best man here. I just
had no idea.” You say, to reassure him.
He nods, looking down as he takes in your words, before looking back
into your eyes.
“I’m not good with the words.” He says sheepishly.
You smirk a little, “Really? I couldn’t tell.” You laugh a little,
making him smirk just a little.
“How long… How long have you felt this way?” You ask, still in shock
that this beautiful man would ever look at you that way.
“Awhile. Since before I found out… Maybe since the first time I saw
you.” He admitted, avoiding your gaze again.
Your face went flush, feeling embarrassed and excited all at once.
“Wow.” You say simply and remove your hands from him, to rub them on
your face again, concentrating on everything he had just revealed.
He clears his throat nervously a few minutes later and you realize you
still haven’t said anything.
“Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything.” He says, suddenly trying
to get up from the couch. You instinctually grab his knee before he has a
chance to get up and push down on it, hard. He looks at you and sits back down.
You slowly look back over at his terrified face, you take your other
hand and gently place it on the side of his right cheek, stroking it gently a
few times, and looking at him softly.
“No. I’m glad you did. I’m just… I’m just trying to wrap my head around
this all… that’s all. I never would have guessed that you would think of me
that way, of all the people you could
have…” You trail off, looking down and biting your lip.
“I’m glad you told me, Daryl. I think it is really sweet.” You say and
lean in to place an innocent kiss on his cheek, rubbing your thumb on his cheek
as you do. You slowly retract your lips and he stares at you with something
that looked a whole lot like love and admiration.
“I only want you. I can treat you better than he ever did…” Daryl
stares at you, feeling more brave after feeling your lips on his face.
You smile and pull his face back toward you, this time aiming for his
lips. You slowly pressed your lips on top of his, gently sucking his top lip
into yours, before sliding your tongue along his bottom lip. You feel him moan
a little and his lips part slightly. You look at him and he has his eyes
closed, in pure bliss.
You press your lips into his again, this time sliding your tongue into
his mouth slightly licking his tongue, you feel his tongue dart out at yours in
response, you go in again, swirling around his tongue as he does the same to
yours. He is a great kisser for someone
so shy. You thought to yourself and you swirled your tongues around each
other, more passionately with every pass. You suddenly felt electricity run
through your body, as your kisses deepened, something you had not felt for a
long time. You moan a little into him as you harshly suck on his tongue before
beginning to swirl around it again. He growls a little, causing vibration to
run through your mouth and all through your body. You felt yourself getting hot
and bothered, in the best way.
Daryl begins to take charge and puts both hands onto the sides of your
face as you continue to kiss each other passionately. His body begins to lean
into yours and your body slowly lies back on the couch in response. He adjusts
with you and suddenly you are lying on your back with your head on the arm rest
of the couch, you slowly try and begin to stretch your legs out to lay them
flush with the couch. He notices and stands up a little, never breaking his
lips away from yours. Once you have your legs in place, he positions on of his
knees on the inside of the couch, against the back of it and the other on the
other side of your legs, he is straddling you, but not touching, except for
your mouths as they devour each other.
He moans into you again as you swirl your tongues around each other,
sucking and licking faster and faster. He breaks his lips away from you and
uses one hand to slightly turn your head to the side, exposing your neck. You
bury your face into the side of the couch, with your eyes closed in ecstasy.
Daryl’s lips land softly on the side of your neck, slowly beginning to suck and
swirl his tongue up and down your skin.
“Mmmm.” You moan softly to yourself, loving the feeling of his tongue
on your body. He licks his way up to the spot behind your ear and sucking on it
lightly, before beginning to swirl his tongue faster and harder into your skin.
He takes your earlobe into his mouth, grazing his tongue across it, flicking it
from side to side.
“Oh God, Daryl!” You cry out and he smirks a little into your ear. He breathes
heavily into your ear and moves back down your neck, to your collarbone, he
harshly takes it in as the begin to writhe under him in response.
You grab his sides and tug on his vest a little, before moving your
hands underneath the open fabric and resting your hands on either side of him,
loving the feel of his bare skin on your fingertips. You begin to rub him up
and down, feverishly, as he sucks on your neck, moving from one side to the
other. You move your head in compliance, to allow his tongue to travel wherever
it wanted. It felt so damn good on your skin.
Your hands grow more anxious and you move them from his sides, up his
bare, muscular chest, and up to his shoulders, where they are forced to stop
because of the shoulders of his vest. You open your eyes and look up with a
whimper. You use your hands, under the shoulders of his vest and gently begin
to push it upward, pushing it over his shoulders and down his huge arms. He
slowly lifts one arm off the couch to allow you to pull the vest out of it,
followed by the other, never removing his lips for your body. You sigh in
relief as you throw the vest to the ground, caressing his bare, broad shoulders
and up and down his back.
He groans at your touch and breaks contact with you, raising his head
back up to look you in the eyes, he smiles and crashes his lips back onto
yours, you moan in pleasure at how hard he kissed you now. You passionately
respond, grabbing his face harshly, trying to pull him into your mouth even
You feel his body lower and press against yours, feeling how hard he
was as his cock rubbed slightly into the bottom of your stomach. You felt yourself
get wet the moment you felt his cock press against you. Your hand reaches down,
on its own accord, and slightly begins rubbing his dick, from outside his
“Fuck!” He breaks contact with your lips and cries out as your hand
rubs his cock, with just enough pressure to make him almost come undone right
there. You try to open your legs to him, which was futile as he had you pinned
on the small couch.
He noticed you trying to lift your legs to him and stares down at you
with low, lustful eyes.
He stands up, shirtless, his bare chest glowing in the candlelight. You
look up at him with a whimper of sadness, making him smirk and his eyes dance
“Come on.” He says, holding his hand out to you. You take it
breathlessly as he pulls you up off of the couch. He walks around the living
room, with your hand in his, blowing out candles as he does. He takes one of
the bigger candles that is still lit and hands it to you, he takes another that
is still lit, glancing around the room making sure he had blown out all of the
others. He holds the candle in one hand and your hand in the other. He strides
out of the living room, pulling you behind him. You hold onto his hand and
smile as he pulls you down the hallway and up the stairs to his bedroom, the
candlelight illuminating your path.
Once in his room, he shuts and locks the door, dropping your hand for a
moment and taking the candle that you held from you. He walks over to the right
side of his room where his bed is, along with a night side table on both sides.
He walks to one side of the bed and places one candle in the middle, walks over
to the other side and places the other candle on the opposite stand. He walks
over to the window facing the bed and draws the dark curtains into place,
completely covering the window.
He strides back over to you, who stands with your back against the
door, watching his gorgeous figure in the flickering light. You bite your lip a
little in anticipation, you had no idea how this happened, but you couldn’t
deny that you were so ready for him to be all over you again. Luke had never
made you feel half this good.
He wraps his arms around you, crashing his lips back into yours, and
slamming you into the door behind you. You moan out in pleasure. You feel his
arms move down your back, to your ass, as he grabs both cheeks with this big,
rough hands, and pulls you into him. His lips move back down to your neck as he
pulls your ass into him, suddenly he lifts you up and pulls you away from the
door. You wrap your legs around his waist in response. He moves his lips back
onto yours and you rest your hands on the sides of his hair, massaging his hair
as you shove your tongue around his over and over.
He keeps his hands on your ass, firmly massaging it, as he twirls you
both around and starts to walk you over to the bed. You feel yourself fall over
into the soft mattress, as his body pushes you both down. He presses his body
into you harder now, with his lips on yours. His hands begin to move from your
ass, to up your back, dipping his rough hands under the fabric of your shirt,
you lift your body into his in response. His hands roughly massage your lower
back before making their way up to your bra clasp, he opens his eyes while
still devouring your mouth, seeing you smile in reaction. You feel his thumbs
play with the tiny pieces of metal, as he finally unclips them and your bra
springs apart under your shirt. He gently massages your back where the clasp
used to be, and slowly begins to trace on of his hands from your back, to your
side, before venturing to the front of your stomach, slowly making their way up
and underneath your loosened bra. His finger traces the bottom of your left
breast ever so slightly a few times, causing goosebumps and your nipples to
You break contact with his mouth, shooting your head back, ”Touch me!”
You cry out and he obliges, roughly taking the breast into his big hand,
cupping and massaging it in a deep circular motion. You continue to cry out to
him, your body writhing up into his hand. You feel his hand begin to flick your
nipple in between his fingers and you cry out again, “Oh God, Yes!” Causing him
to growl like an animal into your mouth, looking at you with pure desire.
You feel his other hand come around your other side and dip under your
other bra cup and begin to massage your right breasts, flipping your nipples
around, and roughly massaging them over and over as you cried out for more.
He slowly moved both hands down your stomach, removing his hands from
you and breaking his kiss. You snap your head up to him, looking at him with
His eyes peered down at you, still lustfully, but you now see a hint of
concern in them. You stare at him awaiting whatever was next. He breathes
heavily over you and looks into your eyes, softly.
“I really want you, YN.” He says and you nod, trying to pull him back
into your lips, he uses his hand to push you back down again, softly. You look
into his eyes again, your whole body aching for every part of him.
“But, I don’t want you to do this just because you are upset. So if
that is all this is, then-“ Before he can finish his thought, you reach your
hand up and push the wild hair away from his eyes, looking into them seriously.
“That is not what this is, Daryl. I want you. I’ve never felt this good, ever! Please don’t stop.” You say,
lovingly looking into his eyes. He stares down at you, still a little unsure.
You arch up into him involuntarily, all the while staring at him with pleading
eyes. He nods and smiles down at you, you smile in response. He dips down
toward you again, crashing his lips onto yours again.
You smile into his lips and pull his shoulders toward you with all your
might, pulling him so close your teeth clink together with the sudden motion.
You moan and he chuckles at the sensation. You harshly swirl your tongue around
him over and over again, and his hands return to the bottom of your shirt. His
fingers trace your bare stomach underneath it a few times, and you feel his
hands begin to pull the fabric up, over your stomach, he breaks away from your
lips, sitting up, straddling you, and gently pulls up the fabric, all the while
his fingers tracing up your body. You lean up and help him by raising your arms
over your head, he slowly pulls the shirt off of you and throws it to the
ground. You pull your arms out of your bra straps and throw it to the floor,
mimicking his actions. You stare at him as he takes your naked breasts in, he
licks his lips and moans lowly as he slides his hips down a little and slowly
moves his chest up your core, to your stomach, where he lays on you, putting
pressure on all the right places, his stomach breathes into your pussy, which
you were pretty sure was soaked through and through already.
He breathes heavily into you as he slowly descends his mouth onto your
right breast, licking and swirling around it, using his other hand to massage
your left breast, flicking and twirling your nipple with his tongue on one side
and with his fingers on the other. Your legs open wider as your head shoots
back in pleasure.
“Yes! Oh God, Yes!” You cried out massaging his hair pushing his head
into your skin deeper, he slowly bites down on it and your cry out again,
arching your hips into him. He kisses his way across your sternum and reaches
the other breasts and begins to suck and swirl on that one, massaging your
other one with his other hand.
“Oh my god, Daryl, I am so wet. I need you!” You cry out, massaging his
hair and pulling it a little, from above.
He breaks his kiss from your skin and props up on both of his elbows,
his lips still inches from your skin. You look down at him pleading with your
eyes and he smirks a little, licking his lips. He turns his attention back to
your skin, kissing your breast a few more times roughly, before licking and
sucking his way down your stomach, across your belly button, until he is
sucking on the soft skin that is touching the waistline of your pants. He looks
up and sees your shaking your head back and forth in pleasure, eyes closed and
biting your lip. He smiles to himself, he loved the way he made you lose
control. He took his tongue, moving it over to the side of your hip, and slid
it down slightly underneath your pants, dragging it slowly from your hip,
across your stomach, to your other hip. He kissed and sucked the side of your
hip when he was done with the trek.
“Oh Fuck!” You moan in pleasure and the sensation of his tongue so
close to your core
He moves his fingers over to the middle of your waistline, and plays
with the button as you writhe underneath him in anticipation.
“Hold still.” He says in a low chuckle, kissing you under your belly
He breaks the button loose and slowly undoes your zipper. He sits back
up and scoots off the bed and pulls your legs down and closed. He pulls your
boots off, along with your socks, and then begins to tug at your pant legs,
ripping them off of you and throwing them behind him. He pushes both legs back
up, using your feet and pushes them apart again. He stares down in disbelief at
your white panties that are completely soaked and dripping wet.
“Fuck.” He says to himself and licks his lips. He kneels back onto the
bed, positioning himself between your inviting legs, and puts on leg on his
shoulder, he kisses and sucks his way down your leg, to your thigh, and over to
your pussy, he lightly sucks just above your clit, making you moan out in
failed anticipation. He crosses your core and begins to kiss and suck up your
other thigh, and down your other leg. He grabs both your legs by your ankles,
putting them both in this left hand and raising them straight into the air. His
right hands grazes down your right leg, softly, landing on your right ass
cheek. He grabs your ass a little over your panties and then roughly begins to
tug at the fabric. He pulls it free from your right ass cheek. You lift yourself
up with your hands, pushing your ass of the bed as he slides over and pulls the
fabric roughly off the other cheek, sliding them up and over both your legs and
ankles, throwing them behind him. He looks again at your ass and grabs it,
“Fuck, Yes!” You cry out at the sensation. He grabs it harshly again,
smacking it a little. You cry out again in response.
He smiles to himself before pulling your leg apart again, pulling one
back over his hand to rest on his shoulder again. You lower your ass back to
the bed, allowing him to part your legs.
He looks down at your wet pussy and growls like an animal, liking his
“I’m going to make you cum so hard, baby.” He says, not able to break
his eyes away from your pussy. He crashes his lips down onto your core, this
time aiming directly onto your clit, swirling and sucking gently at first,
before picking up his pace.
“Fuck. Daryl! Yes!” You cry out, reaching down to push his head harder
into you as he sucks on your clit feverishly. He moans at your reaction,
“Mmmm…” causing vibration through your pussy making your almost cum right
there. His lips escape your clit and begin to rapidly move up and down your
folds, at first teasingly, and then plunging into you wildly. His tongue
swirled and darted in and out of you, while you push his head into you, forcing
his tongue to fuck you as hard as it could. He moved back up to your clit and
began swirling around it again. You feel his hand graze down the backside of
your thigh, squeeze your ass again, before making its way to the inside of your
leg and to your pussy.
He shoves two fingers into you, hard. You arch up, pressing his head to
your clit harder. “Yes!” You cry out again to him, as he hits your clit just
right. He pumps into you over and over with his fingers as your hips arch up to
match his rhythm, only to be met with even more intense pressure from his mouth
on your clit, as you continue to push down on him. You arch up and down as he
pumps into you, he pushes three fingers inside of you and continues to thrust
them into your pussy.
“Oh my God, Yes! Right there! Just like that!” You cry out, pushing his
head so hard into you, you thought you may be hurting him, but it felt so good.
He pumps harder and harder, as you push his swirling tongue into you, he flicks
your clit and pumps his fingers in and out rougher and shorter. You feel him
flick your clit over and over, again and again and can’t take it anymore. You
press him into you a few more times, as he pumps his fingers into you, and cum
all over his fingers.
“Fuuuucckk…. Yessss!” You cry out as you climax, long and hard, still
pressing him into you as you hit your high.
You drop your hand, once your senses return. He removes his fingers and
lowers his tongue, sticking it inside your pussy, taking long deep strides up
it several times, lapping your cum into his mouth. You groan I pleasure, as
your legs playfully move from side to side, around his head. You bring your
hands up to your breasts and massage them a little, feeling the last bit of
your orgasm prolonged.
“Oh God, Daryl! That felt so damn good!” You cry out in happiness as he
laps the last of your cum up.
His lips retreat your pussy and he looks up at you playing with your
breasts, eyes closed.
“Mm!” He says aroused, placing a long hard kiss under your navel again,
smacking the side of your ass.
“Damn Y/N! You like that?” He asks and you look down at him playfully
nodding and biting your lip.
You slowly graze the leg that is over his shoulder, down to his back,
rubbing your heel up and down it suggestively. He looks at you with dark eyes
and groans a little.
“I want you… inside of me.” You say in a commanding voice, startling
even yourself. He smirks a little in surprise and smacks the side of your ass
again, grabbing it for a moment, before smiling up at you and scooting off the
bed. He stares into your eyes, never taking his off of yours as he stands up at
the foot of the bed. You watch as he quickly undoes his belt, snapping it a
little as he slaps it to the floor, fucking you with his eyes. He kicks off his
boots, pulls off his socks, and begins to unbutton his black denim jeans. You
see him unzip his pants and roughly tug at the fabric as it falls quickly to
the floor. As his pants fall his hard, glistening cock pops out and you moan to
yourself in pleasure, taking your breast in your hand again. Fuck. He was so big and so ready to fuck. You
thought as you saw his cock was wet around the tip already. You lick your lips
and stare at his hard cock. He notices and smirks down at you.
“Hey.” He said quickly, causing you to look up into his eyes again. “My
eyes are up here.” He said laughing a little before beginning to crawl up the
bed, toward you, his big, strong arms climbing up you, in between your legs, up
past your already aching pussy. He climbed up you until his arms were resting
on either side of your head, he slowly, pushed his body down onto you, looking
in your eyes, first his cock pressed against your leg, his hips grinding into
yours deeply, then his stomach on yours, followed by his chest pressing down
onto your breasts, he crashed his tongue into your mouth to devour it again.
He pulled you by the back of your hair slightly, to gain deeper access
into your mouth and your moaned into him, your tongues fighting for dominance.
He kissed you for a minute, pushing his hip into yours deep and long, you could
feel his cock throbbing on your leg, you could feel his juice run slightly down
your leg, after each thrust.
You break your kiss and pull his head back by his hair, staring at him.
“Please. I want you to fuck me!” You cry out and he smirks.
Suddenly, he kneels up reaches behind him grabbing your legs and
wrapping them around his waist, he quickly grabs his cock, moaning at his own
touch, he was so fucking turned on. And begins to bring his wet tip to your
pussy, slightly running it up and down against your folds a few times before
pushing himself into you with one long thrust. As does this the entire bed
moves up and slams against the wall, your bodies following the motion. He
groans and thrusts heavily again, noticing that every time he does this your
breasts jump up and down with the motion. He thrusts into you again, long and
hard, the bed bumping again.
“Fuck! Yes! Harder!” You cry out in pleasure.
He thrusts into you again and begins to slowly pick up his pace,
watching was your breasts bounce up and down and the bed bouncing against the
“Fuck!” He says to himself as he watches himself fuck you.
You writhe up into him, slamming your hips against him, trying to find
his rhythm. He grabs your ass on both sides and guides you along with him,
slamming into your harder and harder, finding a rhythm that you both enjoyed.
You slammed into him and he slammed down at the same time, putting more pressure on your clit with every deep
“Faster, Baby!” You cry out and he complies, thrusting faster into you,
guiding your hips along with his. You can hear the head board slam into the
wall over and over, faster and faster, as he thrusts into your harshly, you
feel him pick up his pace and grab your hips harder as he licks his lips and pumps
into you more and more, hitting your clit hard with every thrust.
“Yes! Right there! Harder baby!” He sees that you are so close to
cumming, to he cuts loose and just starts fucking the shit out of you, the
hardest you have ever been fucked. He pounds into you, hitting your clit harder
and harder and filling your deeper and deeper, as he speeds his pace up. The
bed sounds like it is going to break.
“Oh fuck, baby! I’m going to come.” You hear him say as he fucks you
fast and hard.
He pumps into you short and hard a few more times and you feel yourself
“Oh…My… God!!! Fuck! Oh Yes!” You cry out, grinding your hips deeply
into his as you climax so hard, you grind up into him putting as much pressure
on your clit with his hip as you can, cumming for what seemed like minutes. “Yes!!”
You scream out.
“Fuck!” He cries out feeling you cum, he thrusts shorter and faster
over and over into you, slamming into you the hardest he has yet, and you feel
him explode inside of you.
“Fuck! Yeah!!” He cries out as he cums inside of you, thrusting a few
more times to get all the pleasure he can out of you. You moan in pleasure as
you feel him pump into you harshly as he cums and rides his climax out. You
reach down and massage your clit, doing the same. Both of you moan out at each
other and the bed continues to squeak.
He thrusts into you shortly a few more times, “Damn, Girl…” He growls
as he exists you and falls exhaustedly onto your body, resting his head on the side
of your neck, you move your head to allow him to do so. You are both sticky
with sweat and your hearts are pounding with adrenaline. You stroke his back
with your fingertip, feeling nothing but blissful pleasure. He lifts his head
up to slowly kiss your neck once more before snuggling into it again, trying to
regain his breath.
You couldn’t believe the amount of pleasure you had just felt, you had
never experienced anything like it before. You sigh happily and kiss him on the
top of his head slowly.
Once his heart beat steadied, he looks into your eyes, slightly tracing
your arm with his fingertips, causing goosebumps again. “You are amazing, Y/N.
If you want me to, I’ll treat you like that every day of your life.” He said,
smiling contently at you.
You look down at him happily and grin. “I definitely want you… and only
you to.” You say and he brings his mouth up to kiss you passionately once more,
pulling you deeply into his mouth. You moan at the feeling of him, at
everything about him.
He lets you go and rolls over onto his back beside you on the bed,
outstretching his arm to you. You smile and turn over to lay on his shoulder,
wrapping one of your arms over his chest, and one of your legs over his thigh. He
tugs a blanket that was haphazardly push to the side, beside you and pulls on
it, lifting it over the two of you. He sighs happily at the feel of you laying
there next to him.
“I’ve wanted you for so long Y/N, I’m not ever going to let anything
bad happen to you again.” He says softly.
You smile and kiss his chest softly, before laying your head back down
onto him. You fell asleep smiling that night. And every night after that…
If you literally died right in this glorious moment, you’d be totally and completely at peace with that. Still barely able to form a sentence, you’re coming down from the most mind blowing orgasm you’ve ever experienced.
But as your past wonderfully dictates, you should know by now that a good thing never ever fucking lasts.
“No no no.” The alarmed tone of Jensen’s voice immediately yanks you out of the blissful daze you’re lost in.
You swing your sword into the spider before it has a chance to attack Thorin. He looks up at you and nods in thanks and you nod back.
You had joined their journey when they came to stop at Beorn’s place. You were there because he had found you almost ten years ago, badly injured from an encounter with an orc. Since then, you had been living with him and once you met the company, you left with them. Thorin didn’t want you at first since you were an elf, but Mithrandir had convinced him to let you join and here you were, saving his ass.
You pause as your hear footsteps running in the trees and turn towards the noise. Thorin has noticed it too. You see a blonde elf running through the trees and sliding down the web of the spider. He kills that one and slides under another one, killing it as well.
You watch as he moves to stand and you pull your bow, stepping in front of Thorin. You two come face to face, arrows pointed into each other’s faces. He narrows his eyes at you and you do the same.
“Don’t think I won’t kill you elf,” he snarls and tightens the string. “I could say the same for you,” you say, mimicking his movements. You feel an arm on your elbow and you look at Thorin. He nods his head and you place the bow and arrows back to where they belong.
“Legolas!” you hear a female voice say and you wince a bit as you realize you had just pointed your arrow at the prince of Mirkwood. You listen to the conversation he has with the female and you look at Thorin.
“ Do you know him? You went frigid,” he asks. “He’s the prince,” you mutter back as the prince comes over to you both. “Search them,” he orders and you are all stripped of your weapons. The guards put shackles on you and you are lead to the palace.
While you and the rest of the company are lead to the cells, Thorin is lead to the the King. You sigh at as you are pushed into the cell. You laugh as you notice a guard stop Fili to take away one of his hidden daggers.
You sigh once again as the guards leave you alone. You sit by the door and look up. You notice the prince standing on the platform above you. You make eye contact with ice blue eyes and he comes to move in front of your cell.
“Why are you with the dwarves?” he asks, coming to stand in front of your cell. “I did not think it was any of your business,” you reply not looking at him.
“You are in my kingdom,” he retorts.
“Really? I thought it was your father’s kingdom?” you ask sarcastically.
“So you know who I am?” he asks.
“Blonde hair, blue eyes. You must be a Sindarin elf and last I remember, the only sindarin elves to live in Mirkwood were the King and his son. Given the fact that you were out on guard duty, you are the prince,” you explain trying to sound smart.
He looks so surprised that you knew so much about him.
“Plus, I heard the female call you Legolas,” you say, shrugging and that causes him to smile. You smile back. “Where are you from?” he asks, taking a seat on the steps next to your door. “The Valley of Imladris,” you tell him.
You weren’t lying. You were just not telling the whole truth. You were from Imladris, but you’ve been gone for ten years. You had an argument with your father, Lord Elrond, and you had not returned since then. You did not know if he was looking for you and you did not care. You loved your life with Beorn and you had not regretted your decision to leave.
“Why travel with the dwarves? What will you get in return?” he asks and you decide to answer him this time. “You know? I have no idea. It’s just something that I wanted to do. A rash decision, yes, but a good one all the same,” you reply, looking at the wall in front of you. “How long have you been traveling with them for you to gain such an attachment?” he asks.
“Literally a day or so. I couldn’t really tell how much time has passed in the forest,” you shrug. For some unknown reason, that makes him laugh. “I’ve never heard an elf laugh or smile so much,” you tell him truthfully.
“I laugh because you are funny. You join a bunch of dwarves and you will die for them even though you’ve only known them for a day,” he says.
“And a half,” you retort, making him smile.
The two of you continue talking until another guard shows up, dragging Thorin with him.
“The king wants to see the elf,” the guard states as Legolas stands. He nods and you switch places with Thorin. Legolas and the other elf leads you to the throne room after chaining you again. Once you get there, the elvenking’s eyes widen in surprise.
“Remove the chain,” he orders and the other guard does as he’s told. Legolas stares at his father, confused. “Lady y/n. Your father has been searching for you for ten years and he thought you to be dead,” Thranduil states, making his way down from the throne and Legolas’ head snaps towards you.
“You’re Lord Elrond’s daughter?” he asks. “Surprise?” you ask back. He sighs. “Ada. If I knew she was Lord Elrond’s daughter, I would not have put her in the cells,” Legolas says, watching as his father circles you.
“Where have you been, milady? There had been many an elf searching for you,” Thranduil asks, ignoring his son.
He was curious. Lord Elrond had been in panic for the first three years of you going missing. He had even left Imladris to search for you, but had been unsuccessful. When the fourth year hit, he did not search, but started mourning. As a close friend of Elrond’s, it hurt to see him in such distress. He had been in that same state when he lost his wife and now his friend had to go through it yet again. The pain must’ve been unimaginable.
“I’ve been staying with the shapeshifter, your majesty,” you say, looking dead ahead. You did not like making eye contact when you were being interrogated. Granted, it did not happen often.
“And why have you been staying with the shapeshifter instead of returning home? Your father thinks you are dead,” he says, stopping in front of you.
That is new information. You did not intend for that to happen. You knew you should’ve sent a letter, but you could not in your state. Not after he said that he wished you were not his daughter.
“I felt like I was no longer welcomed, milord,” you reply. He narrows his eyes at you.
“Legolas. You will escort the princess back to Imladris back where she belongs-,”
“What? Milord! I do not want to leave. I promised Oakenshield that I’d help him. I cannot-“ you start, panicked.
“Have you heard of the story of the king under the mountain? Of the sickness that lies under that mountain?” Thranduil interrupts and you nod your head.
“Then you know that Thorin Oakenshield will fall under the same sickness just like his grandfather,” Thranduil says.
“I do not believe that, milord,” you say. “Whatever you believe is wrong. Legolas, take her back to Imladris,” he says, making his way back to the throne. “No,” Legolas says and you turn to him in shock.
Did he really just disobey his father? His king?
Thranduil turns to his son slowly, frown gracing his face.
“What did you just say?” Thranduil asks.
“I said ‘no’ father. It is obvious that she does not return to Imladris. She has been happy and safe with the skinchanger. Are we going to take that away from her?” Legolas asks.
“Guards. Return her to her cell. My son and I have to discuss a few things,” Thranduil says, glare not wavering from his son. You notice Legolas has the same glare on his face and you can’t help but think that they look even more like father and son.
The guards take you back to your shared cell with Thorin. “What did he want?” Thorin asks as you sit at the door. “He was just curious as to why the daughter of Lord Elrond had been missing for ten years and was found traveling with a group of dwarves,” you reply nonchalantly, still thinking about Legolas and his decision to go against his father’s wishes.
“You’re that y/n?” he asks, surprised seeping through his voice.
Lord Elrond and Gandalf had spoken of you multiple times during their stay at Imladris. It was always with sadness. Fili had asked one of the elves what had happened to you and they had said that you had gotten into an argument with your father and left, never to be seen again. They had thought you to be dead and Imladris had not been the same since.
“Ah. So you’ve heard of me,” you say as you close your eyes. “We had stopped in Rivendell a few months ago and your father and Gandalf had mentioned you multiple times. Everyone believed you to be dead,” he says.
“So I’ve heard. Thranduil had ordered Legolas to take me back to Imladris, but he had refused,” you explain.
“Did he really deny his father and king?” Thorin asks, scoffing. “It seems that the children of rulers are rule breakers. Perhaps when you eventually have children, they will break many rules when they’re under the mountain,” you suggest and that causes Thorin to chuckle.
“I don’t see why not. Fili and Kili already do that,” he states loudly.
“We heard that, Uncle and we do not break rules. We just skirt around them,” Fili defends from his spot in his cell.
“It’s the same thing,” Thorin argues back and you smile. You liked the fact that he could still joke a bit in this situation.
“I reckon the sun is on the rise,” Bofur’s voice sounds throughout the cells. “We’re never gonna reach the mountain, are we?” you hear the youngest ask and your heart clenches a bit.
These dwarves have been through so much, they cannot just be stopped right here.
“Not stuck in here you’re not,” you hear another voice say and it’s the hobbit and he’s holding keys. He lets the both of you out first and suddenly, your hope returns along with the fear that you may never see the blonde prince again.
Can i request RFA reaction when they recieve news that MC is dead or in danger but than she's actually alive and well
I’m sorry this took so long, nonnie! I had to rewrite it because I didn’t like how it turned out at first, whoops. hopefully this is what you had in mind? if not, make sure to let me know! warning: there are slight mentions of death, dead bodies, hospitals, kidnapping, accidents etc. nothing graphic, though, but read at your own discretion anyway!
- Admin Cat Mom.
sunshine boy goes apeshit crazy right after hanging up the phone.
who on earth would dare to hurt such a precious being like you?
whoever the responsible for this car accident that took your life is… they are in big trouble.
his brain is not responding properly anymore.
and he just plain refuses to live in a world where you no longer exist.
he could’ve easily succumbed to his tears, and trembling hands and legs.
but oh, no.
he’s going to take matters into his own hands.
so he pretty much grabs his coat and leaves the apartment as fast as lightning.
somehow he’s at the scene in less than fifteen minutes.
and you’re there, the police and paramedics are there, and your car is there too.
your car is wrecked.
but you’re standing right next to it safe and sound, and your legs, arms and head are all in the right places.
you seem a little distressed, that’s all.
after staring blankly at the scene, he runs up to you and holds you tightly, rubbing your back and kissing your cheek multiple times to prove himself that you’re there and you’re alive.
“what in the world happened oh my god MC.”
“jumin is a bad influence please stop hanging out with him.”
he’s going to punch someone.
he’s also going to punch himself.
it’s weird enough that you haven’t come home in the past few days, and he has tried to reach you plenty of times but you’re not answering your phone.
now that he’s heard about the dead body that’s been discovered near a river (which description matches you almost perfectly) he starts panicking.
and he wants to die too.
instead of going to the police to make sure it’s not you, he spends an entire night looking for you.
because the mere thought of seeing your lifeless body would destroy every inch of his soul.
yes, zen has a strong body and soul, but not when it comes to the idea of you not being by his side.
after checking every damn corner of the city, he goes home feeling defeated.
he has a lot of missed calls and texts from the rest of RFA.
does he care at this point? not really, he doesn’t feel like answering to anyone but his dear MC.
when he opens the door, he’s surprised to see you sitting comfortably on the couch and going through your phone.
“MC? Where… where have you been?”
“you silly! I told you I was going out of town this weekend to visit my family. I even left you a message! because I didn’t have any signal there.”
oh, so that’s why even mr. trust fund kid has been calling non stop.
you spend the next day cuddling, and kissing, and talking—he feels so relieved that you’re not dead.
from now on you’re not allowed to leave this wreck of a man alone for more than a day.
her heart sinks to her stomach as soon as she hears the news.
you are her guardian angel, she said it herself.
you cannot leave just yet.
a relative/acquaintance of yours had called her that morning to let her know that you’re in hospital and things aren’t looking too great.
after all, you’ve been sick the past days, that’s a fact, and you weren’t taking care of yourself.
she scolded you a lot, but she also did her best to make you feel better.
still, she thought it was just a cold that would go away eventually.
it turns out now that your life is at risk?
on her way to the hospital, all she can think of is you lying on a bed connected to a hundred wires.
but she tries really hard not to focus on worst-case scenarios, takes a deep breath, and drinks her entire cup of coffee in one sitting.
staying calm and thinking straight, that’s all she gotta do.
she already has a contingency plan anyways, and jumin is more than ready to help with anything you need (he cares about your health as well).
when she arrives at the hospital, she’s surprised to see you on the entrance blowing your nose and looking like a mess.
a regular, definitely not on the verge of death kind of mess.
“jaehee, what are you doing here?”
she sighs in relief and gives you a hug.
you then explain that your relative/acquaintance tends to blow things out of proportion, that you’re just a bit sick and that’s all.
“for the love of god, MC, please take care of yourself.”
and… you have your very own personal nurse now.
this man turns into a mess.
he knew it, he knew that he should’ve taken you to the airport.
he only let you convince him to go alone because you told him you didn’t like goodbyes, and that everything was going to be just fine.
the report on the news says otherwise.
the plane you took a few hours ago has crashed.
he sits calmly on the couch and lets the information sink in, it takes a while.
an hour passes by, he should start making calls.
his rational side is telling to send help, helicopters, anything in order to save you and bring you back home safe.
his sense of revenge is telling him to sue the airline, find the culprit of this injustice, and make them pay.
but his body is not responding to his orders, he’s gone completely numb.
how could you, MC? how could you leave him like this? you are his source of happines and stability.
god… his clothes start feeling way too tight, he’s having trouble breathing.
and then, when he’s about to call assistant kang, his phone rings.
your name showed up on the screen. “hello? jumin? I don’t know if you’ve heard about the plane crash—”
like a sweet lullaby, your voice soothes him instantly, so he clears his throat and manages to say only one thing: “MC, I am so glad you’re well.”
you had lost the flight and decided to wait for the next one as you didn’t want to bother jumin, but after hearing about the accident, you thought it was best to return home and postpone your trip.
he refuses to hang up the phone until he’s there because yes, he’s going to pick you up (feat. good ol’ driver kim).
he knew something like this would happen sooner or later.
just when he starts feeling like he can live a normal, happy life, someone decides to take you away from him.
with the amount of enemies he’s gained through his job as an agent, he should’ve know.
yet there he is, in shock, sweating, and feeling extremely nauseated.
he’s panicking so much he forgets for a moment that he’s a skilled hacker.
he doesn’t know what this person that took you wants because the message they left was too vague, but he’s going to find out one way or another.
even if it costs him his life.
the only problem is that he can’t seem to focus and he’s making mistakes left and right.
MC please be okay.
he keeps picturing you locked in a filthy basement, tied up, scared and alone.
that is until you finally showed up—you were buying groceries.
prepare yourself for a tacklehug.
wait, if you’re here and you’re well, what’s up with this weird message?
wrong number? a distasteful prank?
he’s baffled and doesn’t understand what’s going on.
then decides to dig into it later and increase security, you can’t take threats like this lightly.
he’s a clingy mess for the rest of the day and does everything you ask him to, he even cleans the living room and eats a proper meal.
this sweet, selfless man just can’t catch a break.
it took him so long to heal his wounds and allow himself to love someone healthy and good for him.
a building has caught fire and collapsed, and not many people made it.
the same building you say you were going to.
he hasn’t heard anything from you yet, and you’re not answering your phone.
so he calls every person he knows and does everything he can to find the tiniest bit of information about the fire and the survivors.
his efforts are useless.
his chest is hurting so much? he doesn’t think he can take it?
all he can do is hold his head in his hands, bite his lip and quietly swallow his tears, because he knows how much you hate to see him sad.
and as expected, he blames himself for it.
it should have been him.
you didn’t deserve such a horrible death, let alone such a short life.
after all, you brought so much joy into his life.
when it seems like he’s lost all hope, the door opens.
you swear you’ve never seen him smile so brightly, like he’s witnessing a miracle of some sort.
he asks you where you were and you explain that your job interview was cancelled, so you weren’t there when the building caught fire.
he holds you so tightly he leaves you gasping for air, but you don’t complain and instead comfort him with tender kisses.
You weren’t exactly sure when Min
Yoongi had come into town.
To be quite honest, you didn’t even know
when it was that he had first stepped into the coffee shop you worked at. It
was hopeless attempting to remember each person who passed through the establishment,
especially not when the interactions generally lasted less than a minute. The
faces of the customers you encountered every single day just blended together, much
like their orders of caramel macchiatos and green tea lattes. It was difficult to
keep track of the cursory café connoisseurs, but you knew one thing was for