This isnt a fan fiction or anything, its just me venting and being in my feels. It sucked incredibly but its fine. TW: talks of drugs, alcohol, wanting to die
Do you ever wake up and your first thought is “I wish I never woke up?” Because I do and it sucks major ass. For the rest of that day my thoughts are consumed with how living is exhausting and tiring. To the point that living isn’t worth it anymore in my eyes. Why live when there is so much you have to do to keep on living. You have to pay bills to keep things running but in order to pay the bills you have to work till you no longer feel like yourself. But in order to get a decent paying job, you have to sacrifice yourself and time to the education system who usually only thinking about the dollar bills instead of their students. And most of the time, you have to do this all by your lonesome with an occasional “Are you okay?” and “everything will be okay” but when you hear these words all you want to do is scream in their faces asking “when? Cause it’s not today?”. And if you do that, you will be looked at like the villain. And when these thoughts get too overwhelming you want to turn your head to the bottle of alcohol so you can ignore these thoughts or turn to whatever drug of your choosing for that day. Then it gets so bad that people are no longer questioning about your mental state but with what your putting inside your body to the point they are no longer a help. Because all they would be focused about is yelling at you in hopes of getting through our heads and past the bad thoughts. What we sometimes really want is a hug and someone to just hold on to till we no longer need it.
Summary: After a night of forgetting extra protection when Y/n and Eddie were alone, they ended up with a rockstar of their own. Y/n has to find a way to tell him while trying to sort out her own thoughts
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A/n: I'm not a fan of the ending, feels kinda rushed and this is after a long hiatus of writing so hopefully it's not too terrible. Enjoy :)
“Eddie! Stop it!” Y/n giggled out, as Eddie was kissing up her neck. His curls were tickling her, causing her to start giggling. Eddie ignored her pleas and brought his hand up her thigh, the metal rings cold against her hot skin, “what if Wayne comes home?” she whispered out, deciding to give up on making the other stop.
Eddie briefly stopped his attack on her neck to reply, “He said he was going to be gone for the rest of the evening,” he brought his other hand that wasn't on her thigh to lift up the hem of her shirt, giving him room to roam her stomach, “but if you want to stop, stop me now.” he breathed out against her neck, where a hickey also resided. She let out a shaky breath and shook her head no, grabbing the hand that was on her thigh and bringing it up closer to her heat. Eddie chuckled and nodded his head, understanding her wishes. From that point forward, the room was filled with the smell of sweat, sex, and the sounds of pleasure.
Robin knocked on the stall where crying could be heard, “everything okay in there?” she asked awkwardly. The crying increased in volume, causing her eyes to widen, and whisper out a curse word, “my name is Robin, I’m in the marching band if you have ever been to the games and whatnot. But that's beside the point, do you, uh, need help?” she stopped herself before she went on an hour-long tangent.
Y/n sucked in a long breath and got up from the toilet seat on shaky legs, and opened the stall door to be met with blue eyes, belonging to a brown-haired female. Y/n smiled awkwardly and showed Robin the cause of her crying, “Oh shit.” Robin whispered out when she saw the stick, a stick that showed two lines.
Robin and Y/n sat inside the stall, both sitting across from each other. Robin was fidgeting with her fingers while Y/n fiddled with the pregnancy test. “So, you obviously don’t have to tell me, seeing as we just officially met like 10 minutes ago, and it's definitely not any of my business but, uh, whose the father?” Robin asked while looking at her hands.
Y/n chuckled lowly and replied, “You know Eddie?” Robin nodded, “well he’s the father. We have been dating for a while now, so I guess it was bound to happen if we stopped being careful.”
“You going to tell him?”
Y/n frowned, “Yeah, I have to,” she said while grabbing some toilet paper to wrap the stick in before putting it in her bag, “just don't know how.”
Robin shrugged, “Don’t have to rush into it but don’t wait too long either.” That was the best advice she could give at the situation.
Y/n nodded with a warm smile, standing up as her legs started to feel tingly, “Thank you, for both knocking on the stall and staying to talk with me,” she said while helping Robin stand up as well, “let’s hang out sometime.” Robin nodded and opened the stall and led them both out to the hallways.
It has officially been a week later, and Y/n still has yet to mention anything about the pregnancy to Eddie. She knew that she had to tell him soon, maybe even today. She also knew that she had no reason to be afraid. But she couldn’t help it. Her mind started going haywire thinking of all his possible reactions. Is he gonna get upset at her for getting pregnant? Is he gonna be happy to be a father and start crying tears of joy? Or is he gonna not be ready and decide that it wasn’t worth it to stay? All these thoughts, except for the one where he is happy, are just overthinking thoughts. She knew that Eddie wasn’t the kind of person to be upset at her, considering it takes two to tango and he knew that just as much as she did. She also knew that he would never ever leave Y/n with a child, to take care of the child all by her lonesome. But again, these thoughts were just the production of her anxiety and overthinking.
While she was dealing with her own thoughts, Eddie was as well. He wasn’t an idiot, he noticed when Y/n started withdrawing. As soon as she started becoming distant, he couldn't stop thinking of all the possible bad things that he did. But yet, he couldn’t think of a single thing. He wasn’t perfect, he had made many mistakes before. But each time, they would talk it out together. Explain to each other why they were upset and what could be changed. They weren’t the most healthy relationship to exist, but dammit, they were perfect for each other. They knew how to communicate, and knew how to work through their issues. So when things started to change, he couldn’t possibly think of any reason why.
When Y/n asked to come over that night, he couldn’t sit still. He started worrying that maybe she finally got tired of him. Realized that he was truly a freak like everyone in Hawkins believed him to be.
“Hey,” Y/n said in a timid tone when Eddie opened the door, “is your uncle here?” Eddie shook his head and opened the door further, signaling for her to come in and make herself comfortable. She sighed and walked in and sat on the couch, “you might want to sit down.”
Eddie nodded hastily and mentally prepared himself for what she had to say as he sat down next to her, leaving some space between them. “Can I say something first?” he asked while he fiddled with his rings. Y/n nodded hestitanly. “I don’t know what I did, but please, please tell me. You don’t have to stay with me or anything, I just need to know what I did to cause the distance. I love you, and I love our relationship with each other.”
Halfway through what he had to say, Y/n started tearing up. She didn’t realize that he started thinking that something was wrong with them. She knew that she started to distance herself but not how much. So once he was finished with what he had to say, she grabbed the little box that she put the test in and handed it to him without any words.
“What’s this?” he asked as he fiddled with the lid. All she said was to open it so that's what he did. As he was opening the box, Y/n started fidgeting, nervous about his reaction. Eddie was met with a stick, with two lines. He picked it up and took a closer look at it, saw that it had positive and not positive written on it, “help me out here.” he asked, still unsure.
Y/n laughed lightly and brought her hand up to her stomach, “remember that night, where Wayne was gone? And we had some fun, but we forgot our usual protection?” Eddie slowly nodded along, showing that he was listening, “well, that night, we made a little rockstar.” she finished and looked up at him.
Eddies eyes widened, unbelieving what she was saying, “Wait, are you saying,” Y/n nodded with a huge grin. “Oh my god, oh my fuckin god,” he stood up, dropping the stick on the couch, and ran his hands through his curly hair, “shit. I’m going to be a dad?” he asked with tears in his eyes, but it didn’t seem like he was upset causing Y/n to nod with a smile. “I’m going to be a dad!” he yelled out with excitement. He kneeled down and put his hands over hers that lay across her stomach. “Hi little guy,” he started saying, “I'm your papa. And you’re my little rockstar. We are gonna have so much fun together. I’ll buy you your first guitar, teach you how to play it, and introduce you to all the best bands,” Y/n started to lovingly run her hands through his hair, letting him have his moment, “don’t let your mama introduce you to her music. It sucks ass.” Y/n frowned and whacked him on top of his head, “sorry. Anyways, I already love you little rockstar.” Eddie kissed her stomach as he finished and rested his head on top of her thigh. “And I love you Y/n.”
Y/n smiled and bent down to kiss the top of his head, “I love you too, Eddie Munson.”
Levi usually wakes up pretty early, not one to usually sleep in later than is needed. Granted, if he manages to find himself being able to sleep. Now, you, on the other hand, aren't much of a morning person. So when you find yourself needing to wake up early, you need to usually rely on Levi to help with that process.
“No,” you tiredly said in protest when Levi tried to wake you up. The night before you had told the man that you had errands that you need to run, preferably in the morning so you didn’t have to worry about them later on in the day. So naturally, you asked him to help wake you up, not trusting yourself to wake yourself up on your own. This brings you to the current problem, the short man in front of you. “I don’t wanna.”
Levi scowled and flicked you on the forehead causing you to face away from him and hide your face in the sheets, the so warm sheets that feel so much better than the cold bedroom. Seeing that you weren’t budging, Levi scoffed and turned around heading to the kitchen. Trying to get you to wake up was a struggle and it was best to let you be till coffee was made or till you wanted morning kisses. He grabbed a random mug from the cupboard for him as well as your favorite mug for yourself. It was a simple mug, nothing special, but it was gifted to you by Hange, your best friend. And you treasured anything and everything that they gave you. As he was finishing up your cup of coffee, with the right amount of sugar, he could hear the sounds of groans and feet shuffling, an indicator that you decided to get up from the bed. “Good morning brat,” he said with a smirk.
“Goodmorning brat,” you said mockingly, “shut the fuck up.” As stated before, you aren’t much of a morning person and most times become cranky.
Levi let out a tch sound and turned around with both warm mugs in each hand, “Is that any way to talk to the person who made you coffee?” At the smell of your favorite scent as well as the sight of your favorite mug, you visibly brightened.
Even though you hated mornings with a burning passion, the sight of Levi in the morning sun, god you absolutely thrived off of seeing Levi in the morning, holding a cup of coffee that he specifically made for you, made you hate mornings even less. And that was all you could think of while sipping the hot liquid with his arms around you.
Armin
The thing that brought both you and Armin together was reading. When you met Armin, you were reading a book, and when Armin saw that, he grew excited and after many attempts, he finally managed to convince himself to actually go up to you. So to no one's surprise, of course, every morning you would find yourself reading a book with Armin. Whether it be you reading aloud to him or the opposite, even both of you reading different books and just enjoying the atmosphere of each other.
“Y/n,” you heard someone whisper in your ear which caused a groan to come out of your mouth, “wake up darling.” you turned over to the other side, not wanting to face the day quite yet, “I’ll read to you.” Armin tried to bribe you. At that, you smiled wide and turned back around to face your lover. You were met with a beautiful sight. Armin’s hair was a blonde mess, his nightclothes in a disarray from a sleep of tossing and turning, but his smile was so bright and his eyes the prettiest ever, the sun shining down on him from behind making him look even more pretty. From the looks of it, he had just awoken as well. “Goodmorning, darling,” Armin said with a somewhat husky voice due to sleep.
“Goodmorning my love,” you said with a smile, one that would take hours to disappear, “what do you have in mind this morning to read?” and at that question, that set off the blonde on a 30-minute rant about this book that he almost fell in love with, you having his entire heart that he doesn’t think he could love someone or something as much as he loves you. Once you agreed that yes, you would love to read this book, Armin kissed you on the forehead and reached over to the nightstand behind him, and grabbed said book from the top drawer. He drew himself back till he was against the headboard and pulled you on top of him, with your head on top of his chest.
Once he started reading, it seemed like you both were in that position for hours. As he got deeper into the story, he absently would fiddle with the ends of your hair and every so often would reach over and kiss you on the lips. Depending on the plans for the day, this could continue for half the day, getting up only when needed but instantly getting back into the comfort of the other. You would do anything and everything as long as you would be able to wake up to this man for the rest of your life and spend the mornings basking in each other's love.
Summary: Y/n enjoys spending time reading and more times than not, they would spend that time in Silcos office as well
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Y/n was always having their nose in a book. Books that range from romance all the way to non-fiction. So more times than not, whenever Silco had some business to attend to in his office, they would make themselves comfy on the couch. Even when Silco had to take care of the more violent business side of things, Y/n didn’t mind it all too much cause they would be too caught up in the words going through their head.
Today was no different. Y/n had just gotten a new book, courtesy to Silco of course. So when they had found the time and realized that Silco was nowhere to be found, they started their journey to his office. Silco not being found, usually meant that he was held up in his office or doing business elsewhere. Once Y/n arrived at said office, they knocked even though sounds of a man groaning could easily be heard. After a few seconds, heavy footsteps replaced the sounds of the groans till the door was opened and Y/n looked up to see Sevika.
“Sevika!” Y/n yelled out in glee. Quite frankly, Sevika was their favorite person aside from Jinx and Silco. No one knew why, including Sevika herself, but everyone accepted it. This also meant that people knew that not only would they have to deal with Silco himself if Y/n was harmed due to someone else, but they would also have to deal with Sevika. “Silco in?” the heavy-built woman nodded and opened the door further to let them in. Y/n was greeted with the sight of a disheveled Silco and a bloody man sitting in the chair in front of him.
Once seeing Y/n come inside, Silco slightly brightened up but heaven forbid anyone noticed. Not only would it slightly ruin Silcos image, but it would also put a target on their back. If someone dared to cross Silco, the first thing they would try to go after was Y/n. So, going back to the business at hand, SIlco walked to the couch and went back to said business. Meanwhile, Y/n settled on the ledge where Jinx often likes to perch on seeing as the couch was currently occupied.
It was astonishing to everyone in the room, except for Silco, that Y/n wasn’t bothered by the sounds echoing through the room. Everyone except Silco because he knew how much reading meant to Y/n. To Y/n, it was the only escape they could find from the wretched world. They could spend hours in their head, with these written made-up worlds without batting an eye to what was going on around them. So once Silco was done, he said nothing and simply sat at his desk and waited till they noticed on their own.
“Oh? You’re done?” Y/n asked as they climbed down the ledge. Silco hummed and pushed back his chair to sit on the couch alongside his lover. Y/n walked to the couch and laid down, putting their head on top of the man's lap. He was a true softie for Y/n so when he decided on a break, if he even decides to take one, he would let them lay their head on him and read. He enjoyed watching their reaction the words, loving when their face would screw up in anger or brighten up with a smile. “Oki, I’ll stay here for a while then,” they said with a grin and went back to reading. Silco only nodded without saying a word and after making sure that the door was locked, ran his hand through their hair.
In plain and simple words, Silco would murder anybody and everybody as long as it meant that Y/n had all the books in the world to keep them happy.
A/N: this isn't my usual imagines, as its not based around an actual character but it was something for me to write, just to simply write. It's also unedited and basically unfinished. I was just curious what others thought so opinions are highly requested :)
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She didn’t notice the eyes staring straight at her, she was much too focused on reading the back of the book, “sounds interesting enough,” she thought to herself as she added the third book to her pile.
So far she has one book for three genres. One for horror, which she didnt read too often seeing as the story usually would stick with her till the sun would rise causing her unable to sleep. Which she didn’t mind too much seeing as she would start reading by midnight if she couldn’t fall asleep by then.
Now back to the books, she also had one for manga. She ended up buying multiple mangas every visit, seeing as she goes through them pretty quickly. At the moment, her favorite manga is Soul Eater as well as the anime. In fact, she’s watched the anime about 3 times.
And lastly, she had one for romance, her personal favorite genre. She would always get caught in the book, wishing that was her and her possible significant other. She supposed that was the cost of not only being a bookworm, but also a very single bookworm. Now, here is the thing about her. She doesn’t exactly like being single but it seems like in every relationship she had, the other person wasn’t exactly what she thought she wanted. Like most romance reading bookworms, she wanted that perfect person, the one that could be straight out of a book. But it turns out, most of those perfect people, are fictional. At least where she lives around.
Back to the present time, once again, she didn’t notice the eyes staring at her. Said eyes examining her as if they didn’t realize that they were doing it. Those eyes belonged to the person behind the register, an employee at the local bookstore. The bookstore is a family owned for a while now. They didn’t exactly want to be there, but they weren’t complaining too much. They would rather be there, helping out around the store, then with their father back at home, who would make them do outside work. So, the bookstore beats the outside any day.
They noticed the girl a long time ago, when she first starting coming by. She wanted to find a new source of books, seeing as the infamous store Barnes&Noble, was becoming quite expensive according to her bank account. So when she heard from a customer at the cafe she works at about this local bookstore that they go to all the time, she absolutely had to check it out. Turns out, it was much better than Barnes&Noble. Not only did they have many books for very reasonable prices, but they also had books that she had a hard time finding for. Well, that and the very very cute worker behind the register.
She wasn’t all that stupid, she has noticed a couple of times where they would stare at her as she looked around. Just not all the time. Quite frankly, she was afraid of talking to them. She had this, imaginary person perhaps, in her head that she grew quite fond of. Here, lets dive deep into what her “perfect” person would be.
Now, she can’t quite imagine their physical looks, not that she would want to in the first place. They had long dark hair, which more often than not, would be in a bun. A freckled, tan face with roundish glasses, which she absolutely adored seeing as she also had roundish glasses. They were also taller than her, by a considerable amount. She wasn’t exactly the tallest out in the world, which she hated admitting. Now, her favorite feature is the eyes that she would catch staring. From afar, she couldn't really see as well as she would like but when paying for her stash, it would take a couple minutes for her to realize she was staring. They were brown, but not a “poop” brown, which she doesn’t think that there even is a poop brown. She loved brown eyes. But back to the important brown eyes, they were a milk chocolate brown. And if you looked closely enough, you could see a couple of speckles of possibly a darker brown. She wasn’t too sure what color the speckles were as she didn’t want to invade their space, but she loved it either way.
She could spend hours staring at them, but she could also spend hours in a makeshift world in her head where she was able to talk to them. Where she would be able to spend most of her days with them. They were the most perfect person in her world. They would make her feel loved, at all times. Opening the doors for her, claiming that since they were there, why should she open the doors. Now, she loved being independent but she also loved being treated like a princess. They also would suggest menu items, but not command her to get said items. Saying that they thought she would like to eat this instead of her regular but not having to stray away from the usual. That they thought it was quite similar and might fit well with her palette.
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A/N: and that's as far as i got, so definitely unfinished but nonetheless, hope that what i have so far that you all enjoyed :) if anyone would like, please let me know if you would like the whole thing to be posted if finished. Most likely it would be oc's seeing as i gave a description from the top of my head. Thank you for reading this far :)
Summary: Fezco didn't know how much danger he was going to be till she walked in, looking all gorgeous and shit and she didn't know how horny and confident she was gonna get till she looked into his eyes
Warnings: None, pure fluff with a teeny tiny splash of horny
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Note: I am not sure if I am happy with this, this is the product of many days, possibly months of writer block so any suggestions and constructive criticism is welcomed :) also i am sorry for not writing anything, as i have been stuck in the void called writer block
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It was at that moment that he knew. He knew that he was in danger, but not the danger that he would typically run from. The type of danger that you know is so good for you that you're in a constant state of being afraid that you’re going to ruin it for you.
He hadn’t seen her before. He would've remembered someone as gorgeous as her. “You need any help?” he managed to get the courage to ask her. He was hoping she would say yes, simply so he had the opportunity to talk to her sooner.
“Do you have any Takis?” she turned around to ask him, with a smile so bright that he thought he could go blind. Not that he would mind, as long as the last thing he saw was her smiling. “And possibly lime?” she asked after a second of silence.
Fezco walked around the register to lead her to the shelf of chips, that contained a few bags of the brand she requested. It wasn’t very popular in his store so he tended to avoid getting a large supply but that might change very quickly.
“It ain’t very popular around here but we have some,” he started with, “but limes? Nah ma. Sorry.” which will also change very quickly.
“That’s okay, just thought I’d make sure,” she grabbed a bag and looked at him with a smile, “thank you.”
“Welcome,” he took a minute to just look at her. The way her hair laid around her shoulders and even though he wasn’t quite next to her, he could still smell the scent of coconut. The way that her dainty hands would fidget with the bag of spicy chips. Oh, fuck, the chips. “Want me to ring that up for you?”
She glanced at the bag in her hands, as if she too forgot what she came in to grab in the first place, “Oh, yes please.” she handed him the bag once she noticed his outstretched hand. Shit, his hands. Please wrap them around my neck. After a quick moment of thinking sinful things, she followed him to the register, pulling her wallet out along the way. “How much?” To put me on my knees.
“For someone pretty like you? A dollar.” Fezco said as he rang up the bag with a smirk, said smirk widening when he noticed the color of red spreading along her cheeks, which he also noticed was speckled with freckles.
“Not only are you handsome, but you're also charming,” she replied as she grabbed a 5 dollar bill, “here you go., keep the change” she handed him the bill while taking the bag from his hand.
“So do you always eat spicy chips?” was the first thing that came out of his mouth in hopes that she’ll stay a little longer. He wanted her to stay just a little longer, only because he was bored and no other reason. Most definitely not.
All she did was smile that bright smile, a smile that he wants to fall in love with, and leaned into the counter. She looked into his eyes. Oh, those precious eyes. She swore that she could see the ocean in them and she so badly wants to fall in love with his eyes. “You have the most pretty eyes, did you know that?” She wasn’t exactly planning to say that aloud but she couldn’t hold it in, she needed to make sure that he knew. Once she noticed that its been silent for a minute and that she most likely stunned him into silence, she grabbed the pen that was laying on the counter. She grabbed his hand and swiftly wrote her number on it as well as her name. “Text me some time and we can answer each other's question,” she started walking backward, not wanting to take her eyes off of him, “see you later, love.” at those words, she turned around and ran back to her car.
“Fuck.” was all he could say in response, still at a loss of words from what just happened. He didn’t notice Ashtray was looking at the whole thing this entire time, with a disgusted scowl keep in mind, till he said that Fezco was in danger. Something that he 100% agreed with.
Summary: reader was in an accident, resulting in them getting in a coma. Once they woke up, jj doesn't know what to do anymore
Warnings: amnesia
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a/n: first time writing for jj and Outerbanks in general so hopefully this will be alright lmao. also i just wrote this without thinking so this might not be the best so my apologies, not the most confident in this writing
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You weren’t supposed to be here is all that JJ could think about. You weren’t supposed to be laying in a hospital bed, not knowing who he was and forgetting about all the moments you spent together. You were supposed to be at the chateau with him, having your annual horror movie marathon. Both of you would be curled up underneath blankets, drinking hot cocoa with whip cream and cinnamon on top. Then as soon as you got hungry, you would grab Chinese food, then read each other’s fortune cookies.
You were supposed to be telling him random facts that you learned throughout the day, facts like how an antiquarian is a person who studies or collects antiques, then when you start to ramble he would just stare at you with the softest look anyone has ever seen on him.
You were supposed to be a speaker at an important event that your parents made you attend, talking about random stuff that JJ had no clue what it was about. You would be talking to everybody, but only looking at JJ as you try to keep your nerves at bay. You were supposed to give all the pogues an invitation, knowing that you need all the support you can get.
You were supposed to be playing soccer with the group. You, Kie, and Sarah are in one team with John B, JJ, and Pope on the other. Then once you and the girls kicked their ass at soccer, you would be with JJ in his room, falling asleep in each other’s room. You were supposed to wake up in his arms, smiling once you see him in the morning light with bed hair.
Instead, you were asking him who he was and if you know him, forgetting about the moments that you spent together. You were demanding to know who he was while all he could do was sob out in pain while trying to make you remember that you were the love of his life. You were falling asleep by yourself, without him as he drives back to the chateau, tears running down his face, hearing your words of who are you running through his brain. Now, all the supposed to be’s, turned into dreams.
Summary: Toni Topaz, the female serpent that wouldn't be afraid to kick your ass. Everyone knows her. Though no one knows about her sister, Y/n Topaz. So Toni decided to get Y/n out of her shell and introduce her to her friends
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"Hey Toni," Y/n starts to say with hesitation, "you sure about this?" All Toni did was laugh and hooked her arm with her sister. Toni wasn't worried, she was there in case anything was to go wrong. She would protect her sister with her life if there was ever a time for it.
"Relax Y/n," Toni said while they were walking towards the entrance of the infamous bar, "take a big deep breath in and out," she instructed the other, who did what she asked, "I will be there if anything were to go wrong. And if we get separated then wait in a corner and I will find you." Toni said, already knowing what Y/n's biggest concern is. Them separating and Y/n getting put in a position that wouldn't be the best.
Y/n nodded and clutched on her phone that was in her other hand tighter as if it would protect her from everyone and everything. Without saying anything else, Toni continued to drag her sister towards the front door, excited that she was sharing this part of her life with the person that meant the most to her.
Once they entered through the front door, Toni let go of Y/n's arm and whooped in excitement, "Toni Topaz is back!" she yelled out. She grabbed Y/n's hand this time and pulled her to the bar, Y/n following hesitantly while looking around her. Toni plopped down onto one of the stools, patting the seat next to her after letting go of the others hand. Y/n sighed and sat next to her, hoping that she wouldn't be as tense after sitting down. "Two glasses of water, please. No lemon for one of them," Toni said to the bartender. Y/n didn't like lemon, she never had and probably never will. She preferred the taste of sweets rather than sour or bitter.
Once they got their waters after a minute or two, Toni turned towards her sister, "since we are here, up to meeting my friends?" Y/n shrugged, she wasn't really feeling up to meeting new people and interacting with others, a task that she never really enjoyed. She wasn't a people person and enjoyed the time to herself. She noticed early on in life that not everyone is kind to others, a fact that prevented her from coming out of her shell.
Y/n sighed and grabbed her glass of water, taking a quick sip of it, "sure, let's go meet your friends," she said with a small smile. Toni smiled excitedly, knowing that her sister was pushing herself out of her shell for her. Toni grabbed her glass and started making her way to the pool table, where Fangs and Sweet Pea resided.
While Y/n was being dragged, she took a quick minute to observe more of the environment that she was in. She noticed most of them with jackets that had the same logo that Toni always wore. She noticed all of the alcoholic drinks around her, her wish that she could take a quick shot to keep her sane at the moment. Before she could realize it, she was already in front of two guys, both with looks that Y/n could appreciate, "Fangs, Sweet Pea, I want you to meet someone." Toni said with a happy tone in her voice, "this is my sister, Y/n." Toni gestured to the girl next to her. Y/n gave them a quick wave with a timid smile causing one of them to step forward and give her a bigger smile back.
"Hey, I'm Fangs." the shorter guy said while bringing his hand out for a handshake. Y/n looked at Toni for a second, hoping to find some comfort in her sister. Toni gave her a comforting smile and gestured towards Fangs, mentally telling her that she had nothing to worry about. Y/n nodded and turned back towards him, and gave him a handshake with a bigger smile than before.
Meanwhile, the taller one, Y/n assuming this one was Sweet Pea, was staring at her with a glint in his eyes. A glint that Y/n had no clue what it mean. Fangs nudged him awkwardly, hoping he would do something, seeing as he was only staring. Sweet Pea coughed as he tried to say something, "You're really beautiful." Yeah, he definitely should have kept his mouth shut.
Once those words slipped out of his mouth and he realized what he said, he slightly blushed and coughed again, hoping it would fill the awkward silence that followed. Fangs laughed and pushed Sweet Pea in amusement, knowing that this was going to be interesting. Toni rolled her eyes but also observed Y/n's reaction, which consisted of her turning bright red and look down at the floor with a small smile, "this will be fun." she said with a smirk.
For a couple of seconds, neither of them made the next step. So with the new tense environment, they both start to become nervous. Jasmine, with her heart feeling like it will beat out of her chest, awkwardly coughed and got off his lap and stood up straight. With bright red cheeks she took a few steps backward to increase the distance between the two of them and looked down at her sock-clad feet while rubbing her neck.
Sweet Pea only stared at her, still sitting on the edge of the bed, with thousands of thoughts running through his head. The most prominent thought being was to kiss her. So, he stood up and walked towards her. He brought his hand up to her waist with newfound confidence and pulled her closer to him.
Jasmine's eyes widened with her mouth slightly open in shock, not understanding what was happening. Sweet Pea closed his eyes and closed the gap between the both of them. Without responding, Jasmine's eyes widened. Wanting to get a reaction out of her, Sweet Pea lightly squeezed her waist. Jasmine snapped out of her shock and closed her eyes, then started moving her lips in sync with his. Once feeling her start to respond, Sweet Pea smirked, his lips still connected to hers, and deepened the kiss. Bringing his right hand up to her neck, moving her hair, and rubbing his thumb behind her ear, he brought her closer to his body with his left hand, though it seemed like there wasn't much space left between them both.
With both in a trance, they hadn't noticed the knocking at the front door. So they were both surprised to hear the door suddenly slammed open. They pulled away from each other even though all they had wanted to do was be close to the other. Once they were out of their trance, they noticed the infamous trio standing in front of them, each with a knowing smirk. "This is not what it looks like," Jasmine said with both of her hands up in a surrendering motion.
Toni scoffed with a roll of her eyes, "Really now? So both of you weren't just locking lips a second ago?" Jasmine coughed with a red face, knowing that she was caught in a lie. "Just get your asses in the living room," Toni replied with a smirk, walking off with Fangs and Jughead behind her like they were ducklings following their mother. Jasmine only sighed and closed her eyes, now coming to realize what happened. While Sweet Pea smirked and lightly pushed up her chin with his hand, causing her to open her eyes and meet eyes with him.
Wanting to get straight to the point, Sweet Pea asked, "Why did you kiss me back?", his eyes searching a sign from her, hoping to find what he was looking for. Jasmine only stared back at him with eyes sparkling, not giving him a response. "Listen, I like you. I was a jackass to you, I know, so I wasn't exactly giving you signals, but I really do like you. I like how your eyes sparkle as if I am looking at a diamond, I like how you bite your bottom lip while you're concentrating on something, and I like how when I insult you, you don't take it and you insult me back, which is what I deserve. You're really fucking beautiful and I have thought that since I first met you," Sweet Pea started to say, still looking in her eyes, "you don't have to give me an answer straight away, especially how I have been treating you and we met not that long ago, but will you consider being my girlfriend?" he finished saying. He waited for a couple of seconds, still staring at her, but not receiving an answer back which resulted in him losing his confidence and nerves being taken over, "of course, if not, that is completely fine. No pressure. We can be friends and keep the insults to the minimum if you want?"
Jasmine shook her head with a smile and continued looking in his eyes, looking for any sign of a lie. Not finding any, she pushed herself up till she met his lips with hers. Sweet Pea grinned into the kiss and brought his hand up to her face once again. Jasmine pulled away slightly so she could respond to his earlier question, "take that as your answer," she said with a smirk before she licked her lips and was met with a bitter taste, "though let's not kiss until your lip is healed cause ointment doesn't exactly taste the best," she said with a disgusted face.
Sweet Pea only laughed and brought her into a hug, his head resting in the crook of her neck, "sure, as long as I can call you mine and you're my fiery red," he said with a kiss on her neck.
Just like with Jughead, Jasmine has been staying at Sweet Peas for the past few days. The always-fighting duo was unsure how to feel about the situation. Even though it seems likes Sweet Pea hated her guts, he still wouldn't feel right about her sleeping in the streets or in a home where she felt unwanted. So he sucked it up and offered up his couch to her.
As promised, Sweet Pea came up with a set of rules for her to follow while she was staying with him. When she first started staying over, she was given a piece of paper with this set of rules.
"Okay, here are the rules as promised," he said while handing a crumpled-up sheet of paper to her.
Jasmine scoffed while taking the paper from him, "No good morning Jasmine? What about a, how did you sleep? My personal favorite is, would you like some coffee?" she sarcastically asked, her not being a happy morning person. All he did was turn around, ignoring her comments, and walking into his room. Jasmine rolled her eyes and flipped him off behind his back, although it wasn't as satisfying seeing as he couldn't see her flip him off. Jasmine got off the couch and started the coffee pot while looking at the dreadful paper.
1: Do not go into my room for any reason
2: Do not touch anything that belongs to me, I will know
3: Do not touch my food in the fridge, I will invest in sticky notes to put on containers
4: If you need any feminine products, ask toni for some
5: No parties will be thrown
6: Rules could be added by both parties
7: If rules are broken, you will be thrown out
After Jasmine read all the rules, she groaned in frustration. She hated that there were rules she had to follow, she didn't play well with rules. She put it on the counter and took a gulp out of the coffee pot, an action she immediately regretted after she burned her tongue.
Fast forward a couple of nights, Jasmine was currently scrolling on her phone as she was trying to fall asleep. Soon, she heard a loud bang as if someone slammed shut a door and a loud groan coming from Sweet Pea's room. Jasmine took out her cheap headphones and sat up on the couch. She wiped her eyes with her hands, trying to wake herself up some more. "Fucking shit!" was soon heard from the occupied room. She sighed and jumped out of her makeshift bed, which was the couch, and walked over to the closed door. Her first instinct was to barge in, but knowing that Sweet Pea made Rule #1, she stuck with knocking on the door.
"Yo! You okay over there?" Jasmine loudly asked. She heard another bang, this time sounding like someone dropped something, come from the other side of the door.
"Yeah, I'm good. Go away." the man said in a voice that sounded like it hurt to talk. Jasmine raised her eyebrow at this and sighed. Even though she knew she was breaking a rule, she opened the door. As she said, she didn't play well with rules. Once the door was open without resistance, she took a quick glance inside and was shocked to see what was inside.
"Shit dude!" Jasmine yelled out in shock, "what the fuck happened?" Jasmine ran towards the other that was sitting on the edge of his bed, who was also currently glaring at Jasmine for coming inside the room, "are you okay?" she asked as she continuously glanced at his injuries. All he did was glare and wave her off with a flick of his hand, insuring her that he was fine. Jasmine only rolled her eyes and looked around the messy room, "where's your first aid kit?" Sweet Pea rolled his eyes and gestured towards the bathroom nearby. Jasmine nodded and walked over to the bathroom and started looking for the kit. She had found it on the counter, already open with little supplies, her knowing that it was most likely used often. Probably every other day, knowing the man. She grabbed it and walked back into the room where Sweet Pea was waiting. "Sit up," she demanded when she made eye contact with him. He hesitantly listened, not wanting to fight with her tonight. She scanned over his body, observing the damage that was done. Seemed like it was only a few cuts, a bruised eyes, and a cut lip based on what she could see.
Due to her sleep-deprived state, without thinking, she sat on his lap while facing him. "What the fuck? What are you doing?" he immediately asked when she sat on his lap. Jasmine ignored him and opened up the box that contained bandages, q-tips, peroxide, and ointment to help with the healing. Instead of arguing, Sweet Pea rolled his eyes and set his hands on either side of him, not wanting to overstep boundaries by resting them on her waist or thighs. She grabbed the bottle of peroxide and dipped the q-tip in it and started cleaning the blood of the cuts on his face. Once the q-tip met the wounds each time, he would hiss which resulted in Jasmine rolling her eyes. When she was done with the peroxide, she grabbed the ointment. She squeezed the tube and squeezed some onto her pointer finger. She put the ointment on each cut, saving the cut on his lip for last. Finally, she had no more cuts to put ointment on except for one, which was his lip.
She cleared her throat and put some ointment on her pointer finger. She glanced at Sweet Pea for a quick second, who was silent with no arguments and watching her with softened eyes and went back to her task. Once she softly starting putting some ointment on, she felt her heart start to quicken. She hoped to god that the other couldn't hear the change of her heart, even though he was in his own thoughts and wasn't paying attention.
Instead, he was looking at her with a new set of eyes. He noticed things he hadn't noticed before, too caught up in being a stubborn jackass. Thing like the way her eyes sparkled as if you were looking at diamonds. Or the way she would bite her bottom lip in concentration. Or that her hands were freezing cold like ice and all he wanted to do was take them and warm them up with his own set of hands. Or how when she released her bottom lip, it stayed red for a minute. Or how plump they looked and what it would feel like if he set his lips on hers. He wondered if he would feel fireworks like those romance books or chick flicks that he would hear about it.
After a couple of minutes of Jasmine cleaning up his cuts, she was done. She leaned back, still on his lap, and scanned over his face with satisfaction. While she is looking over his face, she couldn't help but notice how handsome he really was. With all their fighting, it was hard to notice anything else except for their insults thrown at each other. Though, with him still looking at her, she took the time to notice new things she hadn't seen before. Things such as how dark his hair was and how soft it looked. She wondered how it would feel like when she runs her hand through it and how he would react if she tugged at the hair on the nape of his neck. She also noticed how even though there was a cut on his lip, it would feel like against her. Would she feel those fireworks that she longed for since she started dating? Or would she be met with disappointment and rejection?
So, with both of them in a state of wonderment, they stared into each other's eyes, both of them searching for answers. Without thinking, he brought his hand upon her soft cheek while Jasmine glanced at his lips every second. He slid his hand back toward the nape of her neck with his thumb still on her cheek, rubbing her soft skin, and pulled her closer towards him. Jasmine complied and didn't resist his movement. She softly sighed, her minty breath from brushing her teeth earlier, hitting his lips. She closed her eyes as he does the same.
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