quick summary: you go over to Barry's to buy some drugs, but you lose your phone and Rafe Cameron of all people finds it. This ends up leading to the most embarrassing moment of your life.
universe: this is set before season 1 so it is 2019, but I refuse to make reader a vsco girl. Sarah is normal, I lowkey don't give a fuck about the Pogues, they don't exist besides like little mentions.
warnings: slight dubcon, implied blowjob, drugs (coke and oxy), humiliation, (pre-)s1 rafe, slut-shaming, degradation (lmk if I missed any)
Notes: This is my first fic ever, hope you like it. I definitely could make this into like a oneshot series, so if you want that lmk. If you wanna send requests, go for it, but can't promise I'll write it, bc I'm rlly busy with school, but I definitely appreciate the effort xx
"Pleasure doing business with you," Barry says while he hands you your stuff. "Yeah, ok." You say shyly, not daring to look up at Barry. Trying to avoid the obvious tension between you two. You know Barry quite well, but that doesn’t mean he’s not scary anymore. That face... his grin, which tells you that he knows you’ll do anything for a quick hit. It also doesn’t help that he lives in the sketchiest neighborhood ever.
"Oh fuck!” You let out accidentally, as you trip and fall while stepping out of Barry’s trailer. Fuck, this is so embarrassing. Barry already looks at you like you’re some immature teenager with no responsibilities and way too much free time. You really don't need this. “Auch.” You whine softly, you look at your scraped knee, while blood is dripping down your leg. Your eyes get shiny.
"You good?” He asks, concerned, as he comes to help you back on your feet. His voice snaps you out of the moment. “Yeah, sorry,” You answer quickly. While you attempt to get up, afraid to make too big a scene in this sketched-out trailerpark. If you were kidnapped or murdered around here, this would for sure be the last place anybody would look, you were pretty kook-y after all.
“No need to apologize, you’re good. Just, you know, be careful out there, there are a lot of bad people around he-, well, speak of the devil.” His words make you look up at the truck that was being parked on the side of the road. “Pffff-fuck” you sighed to yourself as you saw him getting out of his truck. Better leave quickly before he sees you.
You occasionally saw Rafe around, while he was having dinner with his parents at the country club, being a total douche with his friends at the beach, doing too much coke at parties, and now also at your dealer apparently.
“Y/L/N,” he says as he walks past you, with that same arrogance he always carries with him.
You refuse to look up at him while he passes you. You’ve fucking hated his guts since middle school. Maybe you just had a hatred for men in general, but Rafe Cameron took the cake every time. "Damn, nice seeing you too, y/n.” He says as he sees you rolling your eyes.
"Does she come here often?” He asks Barry while he looks at you walking away with blood dripping from your knee.
"I don't have to answer any of your questions. Now, what do you want?" He says as he looks up at Rafe with a smile on his face.
"Just the usual. Oh, right, I can't pay today, but I'll get you later. For sure." He says as he scratches his neck while trying to avoid looking Barry in the eyes. "You better," Barry says, as he hands Rafe his stuff. “Thanks man, ‘preciate it.”
While walking back to his car, he saw a phone lying among the weeds in Barry's unkept front yard. When he picked it up, he could see it had a picture of a Dalmatian as its wallpaper. Which led him to believe that it was probably your phone. That Dalmatian must be one of the dogs you took care of at the animal shelter you volunteer at. He had heard your mom talk about it to Rose at the country club.
"Hey, you uh, do you know where she lives by any cha-" Rafe tries to ask Barry as he reenters the trailer. "She pays on time, bro, get the fuck out of my house and leave my clients alone," Barry yells while little drops of saliva shoot out of his mouth. As Rafe tries to dodge Barry's Saliva shower, he stutters, "It's just- she dropped her phone outside." He holds up your phone.
“Aren’t y’all all neighbors up there? How am I supposed to know where this bitch lives?" His expression changes from angry to more neutral in a second. "Well, I know she usually just walks here. Probably doesn't want anybody to recognize her car or something."
"Are you always dressed that slutty when you go to Barry's?" Rafe smirks at you while he rolls the window of his truck down. You roll your eyes at his stupid comment. "Well, it's clearly working. He likes you." He says smugly. “Do you need something?” You look at him with an expression of disbelief on your face. Why would Rafe Cameron be yelling at you from his stupid, obnoxious pickup truck? Prior to today, he’d only ever rolled his eyes at you and made occasional rude remarks about how you dressed.
“No, I don’t need anything y/n, especially not from you-” He says, mocking you. “-But, I do have another question for you. How are you affording all of that anyway?" He questions, as he nods at the brown paper bag in your hand. You roll your eyes at his comment, “How are you affording all of that coke you’re snorting all the time?”
“Did you suck his cock or something? Is that why he likes you so much?” Rafe responds smugly, completely ignoring your previous comment.
“What-? Can you stop acting like a fucking pervert, what the fuck is wrong with you?” You yell back at Rafe with a shaky voice.
You watch him get out of his car, and you take a step back as he starts walking your way. You forgot how buff Rafe actually was for a second, regretting whatever the hell you yelled at him 10 seconds prior.
“Hey, come on, Rafe, seriously-“ you try to redeem whatever you previously said, but he interrupts you, “You dropped your phone at Barry’s.” with an almost friendly sounding tone as he pulls out your phone from his pocket. You can feel your body ease. “Oh,” you sighed, relieved. At least now you knew he wasn’t trying to murder you.
“Kooks gotta watch out for each other, right?” He reassures you with a shit-eating grin on his face while he towers over you. “Yeah, well, now that you mention that… Can you not tell anybody about Barry and me?” You say as you look down and try to snatch your phone from his hand. “It’s not that big of a deal, y/n, and almost everybody knows you’re a tweaker anyway.” He responds nonchalantly, while quickly swiping his hand away from you.
“What, no, not that. The other thing?”
“What other thing?”
“Like what you said about Barry and me three seconds ago? He told you, right?” Is Rafe playing dumb so he can hear you say it?
“What are you talking about? Barry didn’t tell me anything abo- Wait, you’re fucking Barry for real? I was just joking. Jesus, you’re so fucked up.” He says while he readjusts his snapback as he laughs in your face.
“What, he didn’t-? Are you serious? You fucking piece of shit.” You feel like bashing your head through a window right now. Why in godsname would you ever even think Barry would tell Rafe about his private business?
“You’re disgusting, you know that?”
You feel your cheeks become hot and red. “Oh, stop it. I only ever sucked him off; we never did anything else. I was out of cash, and I needed oxy’s, like really fucking bad. Whatever, it was low, I get it. It only happened like… I don’t know a few time-”
“You sucked his dirty dick more than once? You fucking dirty bitch.” He laughs in disbelief. Before smoothly reaching over your shoulder to stuff your phone into the back pocket of your jeans. While he’s reaching over, you feel his hand linger on your ass for just a little too long.
“What?” he says when he sees how you’re glaring at him. You want to say something clever, but your entire body feels like it’s frozen.
He moves his hand back towards his body “That’s what I thought. I wish you the best y/n.” He says with a satisfied expression on his face.
Warnings: spoilers for Deadpool & Wolverine, descriptions of a panic attack, angst, implicaded age gap, horror elements, description of blood and violence
wordcount: 3.8k words
I am overwhelmed by all your positve feedback :,)
So I wrote Act 2 over the weekend. Depending on feedback I might expand this story to a full 5 Act piece. Tell me what you think of that :) Enjoy Act 2!
When Logan woke up, he noticed everything was quiet around him, except for that annoying pigeon always perched up next to his window. He remembered how one year it tried to build a nest right next to the window and they had asked Kitty to transport just outside of the wall to get rid of it. She accidentally cracked one of the eggs during that job and cried about it for half a week. Logan huffed in amusement thinking about it.
The next sensation that returned to him was touch. And he suddenly felt too hot. There were one too many pillows around his head and he felt how his body started to heat up again after his night's sleep. The same can be said for the double blanket that weighed him down and the hot breeze that hit his neck in a steady rhythm.
Wait.
He frowned.
A hot breeze?
“I thought we were sleeping in…” A mumble came from right next to him. The voice was still raspy from sleep but it took Logan less than a second to realize what had happened.
Fuck.
He swore to himself that he would keep his hands off her till he figured things out between him and Jean. His body stiffened. How to get out of this mess?
Y/N moved closer to him, her head resting on the pillow then placed onto his chest. She hummed contently at the warmth of his body.
Last night's end-of-semester party had ended on a positive note for her when Logan pulled her away from the drink, snacks and conversations to finally kiss her. She was pinned against the ornate oakwood wall coverings in the hallway and it was more beautiful and sensual than she had imagined.
Then they inevitably ended up in Logan's room where they spent the night having sex till they fell asleep. She had waited for him to finally make the move after a constant back and forth between them.
Logan sighed, moving into a sitting position and moving her with him. “We are sleeping in.”, he responded, smoothing his hand along her exposed shoulder and arm. “ I just need to sit up for a minute, bub. You know how my back is.”
She hummed in response, looking up at him with a content, sleepy smile. Why did she have to make this worse?
“I really like you, Logan. This… us, you know?” She asked, her hand moving to massage his shoulder. Why can’t she stop?
He let his head rest against the wooden bed frame. “ Yeah”, closing his eyes and thinking of a way to set things straight again.
“It's not the right time to talk about this but...I told you about my plan to teach at another school for the next few years. See something new, learn and better my teaching.” She moved closer, from her leaning position into a half-upright one. One leg was thrown over his hips.
Yes, please go.
“Yeah, you told me,” Logan answered, trying to keep his voice neutral. Her departure would give him time to sort himself out and or makeup with Jean. He did feel bad for letting Y/n on but she seemed so happy about it.
“I’m not so sure about it now. With you and me… I wanna give this a try.” She leaned forward to give him a soft kiss. Logan turned his head just in time for her lips to partially miss and land in his scruffy beard. He concealed it by hugging her into his chest.
He paused before answering. Feeling her weight against his chest, the soft skin of her back against his arms. This was nice, he admitted. But there still resigned a little dark seed in him that pushed him towards Jean. To try again, keep chasing and not give up. Y/n would be there. She always was but Jean was moving fast, unreachable and glowing.
“Go on” He spoke.
“I’m going to ask the other school to push my visit for another year. Spend more time with you ” She gently moved her hands along his back, caressing it. No, leave. You need to leave!
“Sounds like a good idea, bub.” He sighed softly, letting go of her and leaning back against the bed frame. Y/n had moved into his lap, legs resting over his hips and he felt himself stirring again at the close contact.
She grinned happily at him. Chasing him for another kiss. “Great! Another summer together can’t hurt.” She kissed again, “right?”
Logan shook his head slightly as a high-pitched ringing started to sound around him.
Her hands started racking through his hair, pulling him closer.
If only she had known…
“Oh, I do!” She laughed, kissing along his neck, her hands scratching along his back.
Logan tensed “What?”
If she had known that you would leave her alone to die. She wouldn’t have wanted to stay. She would be fine now. One fucking summer with him cost her all.
“It was a good time though.” She sighed against his pulse, nibbling the soft skin there. Her free hand had moved along his body down under the blankets.
30 days she had with you.
Then you killed her.
She would be fine if you had told her and let her go.
“Why wait that long?” She let go of his neck staring right at him. “We can do it now!”
“What is happening?” Logan tried to push her off but to no avail. He was getting hot, skin prickling with sweat that wanted to squeeze through his pores.
“And this time you are right here. Why not do it yourself?” She smiled softly, both hands caressing his cheeks.
The ringing got louder and louder, drowning out all sounds except for her voice which got more distorted. It scratched against his eardrum painfully.
“On the count of three,” She giggled, moving to position herself steady on his hips.
Logan couldn’t move.
“One!”
He felt trapped, watching her take his hands from behind her back.
“Two”
Serves you right asshole!
She placed his knuckles right under her breastbone. He felt the warm skin underneath his shaking hands.
“Aaaand Three!”
Everything went silent.
His claws pierced through her chest with a disgusting wet sound. He could feel the dense material of her skin and flesh against his claws. The warmth of her body shifted into the metal coating. His shaking hands caused the blades to scratch against her bones and it made him shudder.
She gasped, holding herself upright against his shoulders.
“Oh wow…” She laughed, weakly. A trail of blood leaked from her mouth, dripping onto his hands and running down onto the white sheets. Red droplets spread in the cotton, dying it red.
“That actually really hurts!” She looked up at him with bloodshot eyes. Her body was starting to tremble.
“Y/n…” Logan whispered in horror. Looking at the woman impaled.
“See, Logan, that’s what happens-“ she took his hands and rammed them further into her body. ”Fuck! Ha- When you let me get close”
She leaned forward, moving his arms with her. His elbows knocked against the cool wood behind him.
A soft, bloody kiss was placed on his cheek.
Logan only whimpered, trying to close his eyes but he still couldn’t move.
“Now… Do better.” She whispered in his ear. Slowly she got back into her seated position. She smiled at him with a bloodied smile, teeth stained and dripping red. She lifted her arm and smacked him across the cheek with an inhuman force.
Logan scrambled to get up. A crusty carpet under his fingers, the stench of garlic in his nose and the bright sunlight blinding him.
Coffee.
He could smell coffee.
He was sweating, feeling the little crumbs and bits of dust sticking to his exposed skin. They prick him as he shifts into a sitting position. Logan's back was flush against the cool leather of the sofa he must have slept on, falling onto the dirty carpet.
A dream.
A memory.
A nightmare.
“Whoa! Peanut, you up?" Wade called from the kitchen. He strolled into the living room in his red and white morning robe coffee mug in hand. He eyed Logan cautiously. Noticing the older man's heavy breathing and disoriented look. All jokes aside: Wade felt bad for seeing him in pain. They had more in common than either wanted to admit.
“Fell right off the couch huh?” Wade crouched down in front of Logan. He watched silently as the other came back to his senses, brushing off the dirt on his exposed arms. Wade blew away the steam of his hot coffee.
“Must have been a tumble.” Wade suggestively lifted his nonexistent brows. “A sexy tumble?” He slurped his coffee loudly.
“Get the fuck away from me.” Logan brushed a hand over his sweaty brow and into his hair.
“An unpleasant tumble then? Well, don’t feel bad, buddy. Happens to the best of us” Wade patted Logan's head, getting away fast enough to not get sliced again. He moved back to the counter, pouring Logan a cup in his newly acquired “ hottest DILF in the MCU” cup. And two sugars. Logan would never ask for them out loud but Wade knew that he liked sweet things.
“That’s a bit on the nose, no?” Wade chuckled, bringing the mug over to Logan who had managed to get seated on the couch. The mismatched blanket and pillow pushed off onto the side.
“What?”
“Oh nothing, I didn’t talk to you.”
Logan huffed, taking a sip. “ Fucking maniac” The sweet burning liquid soothed his fried nerves.
Wade grabbed a chair, seating himself at the kitchen counter. Logan needed some space if he was to give some answers.
They sat in silence for the next few minutes, each nursing their drink.
It was Logan that broke the silence: “How did I get back here?” He sighed, staring at Wade.
The other man had been staring out of the window, seemingly lost in thought.
“Oh yeah. Well after you made a run for it, stabbed me on the street, destroyed my brand new light cotton shirt-“
“Get to the point.”
Wade gasped dramatically ” Catty, are we?” He clicked his tongue and continued “After that the party was basically over. And after most of the guests were gone, me and the tag team, went looking for you and picked you up from a piss-drenched alley before you went on to cause more trouble. Please and thank you.”
Logan sighed, upset and embarrassed. He had not only upset Wade and the girl but also wrecked the party for the rest of him. They called him the worst Wolverine for a reason.
Wade turned towards to fridge to scavenge for some breakfast. “Your tab has also been covered.”
Logan almost choked on his drink: “By who?”
“Ohh the X-men… academy? I don’t know.” Wade shrugged, biting into a piece of leftover puff pastry. “Piotr said something about thanking you for stabilizing the timeline. I didn’t really understand and neither did he. But hey! You got your sins paid for with government money. Isn’t that sweet?”
He grabbed a muffin from the fridge and threw it at Logan, who luckily caught it.
“And after all that fucking trouble, you at least owe me an explanation.” Wade's sudden shift from playful to serious sobered Logan.
He stayed silent for a moment, feeling how his jaw tensed. That fucking dream had been like a punch in the gut, his subconscious fucking him up even further.
He sniffed, setting the mug down.
“I knew a Y/n in my timeline.”
“No shit!” Wade exclaimed, his frustration blending into the mocking tone of his voice.
Logan grunted in annoyance. “We were both at the school. Working there. Fighting together. I met her quite early on.” One of his hands rubbed over the rough material of his jeans. “She and I were close; always had my back. And I took that for granted.” He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. “She died, with the others.”
Silence hung in the room, making the air feel thick.
“And?” Wade, asked.
“And what?” Logan was agitated.
“Well yeah, she died. Like the others. But you had no panic attack when you met Colossus, or Ellie, Yukio-“
“She wanted to leave the school for a year abroad. Teach somewhere else but she stayed because of me." His chest was getting heavy again. “She stayed because I let her on, okay? I kept her close in case things with Jean didn’t work out. I knew she loved me-”
“That’s cookie jarring!” Wade exclaimed, excitedly “My Gen Z’s told me about that!”
“The fuck are you talking about?! I am telling you something important and you-“
“It’s when you keep a second option in case love interest numero uno doesn’t like you back. Keeping a sweet backup treat to not end up without a price.”
“I guess so. But never use that term again. I swear-“ Could you have one serious conversation with this ass clown?
Logan sighed, collecting his thoughts. “She felt more for me than I did for her at the time. I mean I did love her but I was a bastard and couldn’t stop chasing after something that wasn’t mine to begin with.”
The picture of his nightmare came back to him. Y/n, impaled, bleeding out by cause of his hand.
“She wouldn’t have been there if you had told her the truth? When the attack happened?” Wade concluded.
“I reciprocated her feelings. Gave her what she wanted for a night after I got frustrated with Jean. I made Y/n think that I was over her.” He scratched his beard, still feeling her lips linger there “I didn’t have the guts to tell her the truth and I was too much of a bastard to stop; couldn’t see that she was the one... She haunts me the most.”
“Wow.”
“What?”
“you really are an asshole. A surprisingly reflected asshole.” Wade nodded, lifting his mug in a mocking salute.
Logan just scoffed.
“Great, now that’s out of the way. I have a confession to make.” Wade fumbled with his pocket and pulled out a beat-up notebook.
“What did you do?” The older one said wearily.
“I…” Wade flipped through the pages in a dramatic fashion, mumbling while he pulled out several loose sheets. “… went on a little universe hopping trip while you were having your beauty sleep. And met with the other Wolvies that I had met during the search for you, pumpkin.”
He scattered the pages and some pictures on the counter. “At least the ones that didn’t want to kill me right away or the ones that stopped after they got their steam off.”
“Get to the fucking point. This is worse than the babbling on the home shopping-“ Logan had gotten up from the couch to inspect the pages.
“In every timeline that I visited, there was a Y/n. That was connected and or married to you, big boy.” Wade proudly took a sip of his now cold coffee while Logan rummaged through the material present.
“That can’t be. It’s coincident.”
“Na uh! Not if it’s constant in a bunch of universes and we are talking about a bunch, I mean, a BUNCH of universes. Do we want to say it together?”
“What?”
“Okay, 1,2,3-“
“No.”
“SOULMATES!” Wade cheered.
“No. There are no soulmates and even if there were. That-“ He pointed at the scribbled notes. “Is not how it works.”
“Aw c’mon! There are no rules to soulmates. You can do it in all kinds of ways. Matching tattoos, first words spoken to another, only getting colour vision after meeting the one-“ He gasped “You do see in colour, right?”
“This proved nothing. And you need to stop getting into my fucking business.” Logan crumpled up the note in his hand and dropped it to the ground. “I don’t care what you think. This is bullshit and a waste of time. I-“
He was interrupted by a yelp, coming from the the hallway.
The fucking dog. Logan sighed. It was a mistake to get to this universe.
“Shhh-“ Another voice, hushed the puppy.
Oh no, oh please no.
“She is here?!” Logan spit angrily. He felt betrayed. Why was she here? Why didn’t Wade tell him? And why didn’t he sense it before? She heard everything. The fucking drinking problem and his fucking age were catching up to him.
“What-? She came all the way here. Late and the party ended right after, thanks to someone who can’t keep his shitty trauma at bay!” Wade bickered. “Y/n is my friend too, you know!”
The door to Deadpool’s room opened slowly. There was no reason to keep hiding in there. The pup had blown her cover. “Poppy, no, stay…” She sighed in annoyance as the dog rushed off to her owner. Wade picked her up quickly, kissing her on the tuff of fur on her otherwise naked body.
“She is not my friend-“ Logan pointed at Wade accusingly. His eyes shifted to the hallway where he saw the door open slowly. Wade’s door. He saw red.
“She slept in your room?!” The pointing finger quickly turned into a fistful of adamantium claws, the tips nicking Wade’s chin. “You have a death wish you little fuck?!”
“Whoa, whoa, hey!” Y/n rushed out of the room to de-escalate the unfolding situation. She hoped to make a quiet escape, sneak out through the fire escape, wait it out or call Piotr to stage a plan to get her out of there. But thanks to the puppy and these two hot heads it was going to be the awkward confrontation kind of exit.
She had tried to play it cool last night and not show her disappointment. She had been curious about the new character that Wade brought back from his multidimensional trip. Y/n wanted to find out what he was like, and how this world differed from his. She even asked the older X-team members about their Logan. What he was like, what he liked, and what topics interested him.
And he had made a run for it the second he saw her. Of course, she was hurt. Trying to push the tears down as the others tried to comfort her. She didn’t feel like crying but the sudden attention had made her feel like she should.
“Relax, okay?” She lifted her hands in surrender. “And you, drop the puppy. She isn’t involved in your…” She plucked the puppy from Wade’s arm and set her down. “Whatever this is.”
Logan watched her, looking for little details in her movements, and her behaviour. With regret, he came to the conclusion that she was a carbon copy of the woman he lost. His eyes got glassy as the images of his nightmare played behind his eyes. He shook his head swiftly, eyes set on the wooden counter to calm before he had another outburst.
Y/n watched him and sighed “I slept in his room because the sofa was occupied.” She said calmly, moving past Wade to get to the sink where her carrier sat. It was dirtied with cream and crumbs, a rinse was in order but that had to wait. “And sleeping in your room felt intrusive, I assumed you would agree.” She clicked the container shut.
Wade watched her carefully, his brain working quickly to think of a joke, or a jest… anything to dissolve the situation. He felt like a child, trapped in their parent's divorce. Humour was his sharpest weapon. So he aimed. “yeah!” He leaned onto the counter, closing in on the spot that Logan seemed to be so focused on. “We switched. Some good old game of Ringelpiez. And I gotta say, your sheets smell sweet like honey, badger.” He winked at Logan, knowing fully well that he might end up with his brain skewered.
But the older one simply groaned, annoyed at his antiques.
Y/n softly touched Wade's shoulder “It’s alright. I’m just going to leave” She carefully turned to Logan. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. Truly.” His eyes shifted to her for a second and it was Y/n that looked away quickly. His gaze was too heavy, holding emotions that she couldn’t decipher or handle.
“What? Pudding, no” Wade whined “What about girlfriend brunch?” He placed his hands on his hips in dramatic fashion. “You promised”
“Wade- don’t.” She warned him. “Next week, okay?” Logan still avoided her. The Wolverine, a feared and powerful mutant, cowering in a corner over unresolved feelings. One might pity him.
Y/n shouldered her bag and said goodbye to the dog that watched the interaction with native happiness.
She opened the door and quickly stepped into the hallway. The muffled sounds of arguing resumed only a second after the lock clicked into place but she continued on. The elevator was only a few steps away, she almost managed to get out when the door opened behind her.
“Wait.”
Y/n stopped, looking over her shoulder cautiously. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw dark hair…
“I’m sorry alright…”He stopped looking for the right words. He didn’t think when he ran to the door, leaving Wade standing there mid-sentence. It was like a pull that called him to follow. “I’m sorry about yesterday.” He sighed, frustrated at his mumbling. He was the Wolverine for god's sake.
“I shouldn’t have…. I-“
“apology accept.” She interrupted him, turning around and facing him.
Logan froze.
“But we have to set one thing straight.” She set her shoulders back, unconsciously making herself look bigger. “ I am sorry for your loss. I truly am. But I am not her.” Y/n shook her head softly. “And you are not my Logan-“ She noticed the odd phrasing when his eyes widened ever so little “Not that he was-you get what I mean.” She huffed embarrassed.
“Yeah.” Logan chuckled softly as the tension ebbed away. Was she also feeling that tingle in her chest?
“Anyway,let's do this properly. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Y/n.” She held out her hand for him to shake.
A simple, friendly and professional handshake. Surely he could manage that, no?
He looked at her hand for a moment, surprised by the gesture. Then his large hand took hers. He was pleasantly surprised at the firmness with which she squeezed his fingers. There was no fear. No uncertainty.
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Yang Jeongin x stylist!fem!reader
He kisses you like he's addicted, but the next second there's someone else? it's like nothing ever happened. but accidents happen and the word 'feelings' left your mouth and that equals a small crying session seasoned with confession.
Warnings: angst, suggestive describing.
Words:1k
Not proofread
(this is fictional and for fun, this is not real)
(English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes)
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Requests are open
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Yang jeongin
The maknae of Straykids.
With his sharp eyes, and diversity of being adorable in a minute and sexy in another, He’s fun to style.
It doesn’t hurt that you get along too, witty remarks, jokes thrown around, comfortable talking.
It’s mostly innocent.
Until it isn’t.
Not when his lips are on yours almost every night.
Not when you can still feel him the next day.
Not when those playful jokes turn into dirty whispers when you’re alone.
It’s fun, exciting.
Doing something you know you shouldn’t.
At least it was exciting, at the start.
He holds you like you might disappear from his grip.
He kisses you like he’s addicted.
But the next second there’s someone else?
It’s like you’re only the stylist.
And truthfully you should be only the stylist, nothing more.
Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.
You should not be having feelings for him. That was the deal. Sex, pleasure, anything but feelings.
It has to stop
These feelings have to stop.
You’ve been trying to avoid him, not answering the phone as much, not responding to ‘come over?’ messages, trying to see him less – even though it’s quite hard considering what your job is.
Picking up the scissors from a table, you organised your tool back so everything is in their correct places. Not noticing the one pair of eyes on you.
She’s ignoring me, isn’t she?
Jeongin thought as he watched you do your thing.
His eyes kept flickering between you and his phone screen.
After a moment, he decided to try and get your attention by saying something on his outfit needed adjusting.
As you looked over his clothes, he started speaking.
“So, how’s your day been?”
“It’s been fine” oh okay
Jeonging looked away to the side, before getting his courage up and asking
“Are…you mad?”
Your eyes flickered to his as you answered “no”
He nodded but decided to continue anyway “you know, if I did something you can say it”.
You sighed a little, looking down and taking a step backwards, “we should stop”
“Stop what?”
You looked to the side and took a small breath before speaking “this,..whatever this is”
“You mean us?”, he questioned.
“Us? there was us?”, your eyes got back to his. “There’s no ‘us’, remember? Just sex, don’t make it a ‘us’ thing”
His eyes wavered, taking a moment to respond.
“You mean you want to stop?”
“Yes”, you let out, it didn’t come out as strong as you hoped it would.
“Why? I mean, did I do something? Something to make you uncomfortable?”, he tried to question, he was clearly opposed to this idea.
“No, it’s just, this should’ve never happened, I can’t do this, my feelings for you can’t-”, you stopped the moment ‘feelings’ left out of your mouth, eyes widening.
Jeongin looked at you for a moment, it seemed like he freezed on his feet, before his expression completely softened “feelings?”
“Nope, no, forget the whole thing”, you rushed out, and took your tool bag and sprinted out of the door as quickly as you could.
The moment you were out of the room, all the times Jeongin pretended like you weren’t something he was addicted to in a room full of people, all the times he left your house like you were only a booty call crossed his mind. Fuck, fuck, I messed up. That was the only thing in his mind as he took off after you, going through every possible room in the company you could be in.
Finally he found you outside, your head was buried in your hands as you leaned against a wall. “Hey..”, he called out your name softly.
Quickly lifting your head, you couldn’t even hide a small trembling of your lower lip.
This is such a stupid thing to cry over you think as you try to stop the first tears dropping from your eyes. “Go away..” you say quietly.
He walked closer until he was right in front of you, “no, I won’t,..because we are gonna talk about this like the adults we are..”.
The first tears rolled down your cheeks,”okay, yeah, I’m stupid, I know, we agreed on no feelings..”, admitting it out loud just made more tears pour out.
“Hey hey..”, His voice was soothing as he hesitantly took your face in his hands, wiping the tears from under your eyes. “You’re not stupid, I’m sorry, I acted like a dick.”
You let out a small sniffle “no you didn’t, you acted how we were supposed to, and I took it to heart..”
He continued to hold your face in his hands, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.
“still,..I should’ve seen,..”
“Stop, this is embarrassing..”, you move your face out of his hold, wiping your own tears away. “I feel like a typical main character in romance novels when she gets feelings for the guy she’s not gonna get..”
“Who said you’re not gonna get the guy?”.
“What?”, you said, blinking your still teary eyes “but you said-”
“I didn’t say anything, I like you, you came to the conclusion of me not having feelings for you on your own”. It took a moment to process his words, and for them to fully go through your brain and when they did, you took a sharp breath, your tear glistened cheeks lighting red.
Jeongin smiled at you, “can this guy get a kiss from the romance novel's main character?”
You stepped closer, whispering yes before closing the gap between you.
The kiss was soft, full of something a lot more precious than the lust filled kisses you’ve shared. You want to savor this moment, his softness, the kiss, your precious stupidity that without this wouldn’t have happened.
Life continued. But now with a person named ‘Jeongin’ officially in it, hopefully till death do us apart.
His lips are still on yours every night.
You still can feel him the next day.
There are still playful jokes that turn into dirty whispers.
He still holds you like you might disappear from his grip.
He still kisses you like he’s addicted, because he is.
But there’s also laughter, warmness and a few extra words like;
“I love you”, you whisper against his chest, as you feel his arms wrapped around you.
“Love you too”, he murmured back, sleepiness taking in.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Damian was so tired. He must admit, his respect for Ms. Gordon had risen due to the mere fact that commuting in a wheelchair around the manor was tedious and strenuous work. Timothy had offered him an electric chair to move around, but being sick had decreased his muscle mass. He was hoping to regain some by utilizing a manual wheelchair, and in a way he was seeking some independence.
Over the last few months of being ill, Damian disliked how much he had ended up dependent upon his family. His memory was spotty at best due to his cognitive decline while he was sick. Now that his mind was clearer, he wanted to gain a semblance of who he was before he was bedridden.
Damian heard his family’s talks and whispers; it felt as if they thought he had lost the function of his ears instead of his legs. They were constantly discussing how to fix him and how he was in denial about his circumstances. He wasn’t a moron; he knew better than them what he had lost. His family was so focused on his inability to walk that they had forgotten all the things that he had gained.
Justice League Relationship Headcanons (Superman, Wonder Woman, Batman, Green Lantern, The Flash)
Pairing: Clark Kent (Superman), Diana Prince (Wonder Woman), Bruce Wayne (Batman), Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Barry Allen (The Flash) x Reader (platonic and romantic interpretations available!)
Warnings:
Mentions of superhero duties and high-stakes situations.
Light angst in dealing with their heroic responsibilities.
Fluff, humor, and moments of deep connection!
Summary:
Forming relationships with the iconic members of the Justice League means navigating both the extraordinary and the mundane. From Clark Kent’s quiet, protective love to Diana Prince’s warm, passionate nature, these headcanons explore the unique dynamics of what it’s like to bond with some of the world’s greatest heroes. Whether romantic or platonic, each hero brings their own charm, warmth, and complexity to a relationship with you.
Relationship Headcanons
Superman (Clark Kent)
Clark is the epitome of wholesome love. He always checks in on you, even when he’s halfway across the world saving lives.
He loves quiet, domestic moments like cooking breakfast together or stargazing in Smallville.
Clark is incredibly supportive of your dreams and constantly encourages you to pursue them, no matter how big or small.
He has a habit of leaving little handwritten notes for you to find, filled with kind words and reminders of how much he loves you.
When he’s with you, he’s just Clark—no cape, no responsibilities, just a farm boy in love with you.
Wonder Woman (Diana Prince)
Diana is a hopeless romantic who loves grand gestures, like gifting you flowers she picked herself or reciting poetry under the moonlight.
She adores sharing her Amazonian culture with you, from stories of Themyscira to teaching you their combat techniques.
Diana’s protective nature shines when you’re in danger, but she never underestimates your strength or abilities.
She loves discussing philosophy and ethics with you, valuing your perspective and insights.
Diana believes in cherishing every moment, often reminding you that time is precious and love should be celebrated every day.
Batman (Bruce Wayne)
Bruce is subtle but deeply caring. He’ll quietly ensure you’re taken care of, whether that’s making sure your car is repaired or leaving your favorite tea in the kitchen.
He values your presence in his life as a grounding force, someone who reminds him of the good he’s fighting for.
Bruce struggles with vulnerability but trusts you enough to let his walls down over time.
He’s a night owl, so you often find yourselves sharing quiet conversations in the Batcave during the early hours.
Despite his serious demeanor, he has a soft spot for teasing you gently, especially when you call him out on his brooding tendencies.
Green Lantern (Hal Jordan)
Hal loves adventure, and that extends to your relationship. He’s always planning exciting dates, like flying over scenic landscapes or visiting alien worlds.
He has a cocky but charming sense of humor, often using it to make you laugh or lighten the mood.
Hal is incredibly loyal and makes sure you know you’re his priority, even when duty calls him to the far corners of the galaxy.
He’s surprisingly sentimental, keeping small mementos from your time together in his ship.
Hal adores showing off for you, whether it’s through his flying skills or creative uses of his power ring.
The Flash (Barry Allen)
Barry is full of energy and always finds ways to keep your relationship exciting, from surprise dates to goofy antics.
He loves cooking for you (even if he tends to burn things) and insists on trying out new recipes together.
Barry often uses his super speed to make your life easier, like zipping around to clean the house or grabbing your favorite snacks in seconds.
He’s a big fan of cuddling and will happily spend hours on the couch with you, watching movies or playing games.
Barry’s optimism and humor are infectious, making every moment with him feel lighthearted and fun.
Platonic Headcanons
Superman (Clark Kent)
Clark is like the big brother everyone needs—always willing to listen and offer thoughtful advice.
He’s the kind of friend who’ll drop everything to help you, whether it’s fixing your car or talking through a tough decision.
Clark loves introducing you to his family in Smallville, especially his mom, who insists on cooking you a feast.
He’s a huge cheerleader for your achievements, no matter how small, and makes you feel like a superhero in your own right.
Clark’s warmth and kindness make him a comforting presence, especially when you’re feeling down.
Wonder Woman (Diana Prince)
Diana is endlessly encouraging and always helps you see your inner strength.
She enjoys teaching you self-defense, but her lessons often turn into bonding moments filled with laughter.
Diana loves sharing stories about her life and hearing about your experiences, seeing them as equally valuable.
She’s fiercely loyal and will stand by your side through anything, offering both wisdom and support.
Diana values your perspective, often seeking your input on missions or philosophical debates.
Batman (Bruce Wayne)
Bruce is the friend who’s always looking out for you, even if he doesn’t show it overtly. He’ll have Alfred check in or send something you need before you even ask.
He respects your independence but subtly ensures you’re safe, often running background checks on people in your life.
Bruce’s dry sense of humor comes out more often around you, especially when you call him out on his habits.
He admires your resilience and often finds inspiration in your determination to overcome challenges.
Despite his guarded nature, Bruce values your friendship deeply and considers you part of his inner circle.
Green Lantern (Hal Jordan)
Hal is the fun friend who’s always dragging you on spontaneous adventures, whether it’s a road trip or an impromptu party.
He loves teaching you about his intergalactic adventures and even lets you try using his power ring in a controlled environment.
Hal’s laid-back attitude makes him easy to talk to, and he’s great at diffusing tension with his humor.
He’s the type to hype you up and remind you how amazing you are, even when you’re doubting yourself.
Hal’s loyalty runs deep, and he’ll always have your back, no matter the circumstances.
The Flash (Barry Allen)
Barry is the friend who’s always checking in, whether it’s through a quick text or literally running by to see you.
He loves sharing his latest experiments or inventions, often roping you into helping him test them.
Barry’s enthusiasm is contagious, and he’s great at cheering you up when you’re feeling down.
He’s the first to volunteer for any project or plan you have, bringing his energy and optimism to the table.
Barry treasures your friendship and often goes out of his way to make you smile, whether through a thoughtful gesture or a goofy joke.
Faceless waits at the entrance of her palace for a few moments, having been told that there was a visitor on the island, someone that she already knew.
Reality suddenly swings open the doors, forgetting to knock first. Faceless blinks at him from under her veil, having to process a lot of things at once.
"FACELESS! I NEED TO ASK YOUR NYPHMS ABOUT THEOTHERWORLDTHEONETHATSABRE'SFROMBECAUSEIALMOSTWENTTHEREBUTICOULDNTANDTHEYRESIMILARNEOUGHTOSABRETOBEABLETOKNOWABOUTITANDI-"
"ILLUSION???"
Reality stopped talking as Faceless grabbed both of his shoulders.
"Eh- yes? Well- technique it's Reality Steve now, but yes."
"Why are you pink?"
"What?"
"Look at yourself, you're all pink and purple."
Reality paused for a moment to look down at himself, just now processing that his... everything had been changed.
"Oh."
"Oh? What happened?"
"The Spiritless World happened, Faceless."
"Okay... but why did that turn you pink?"
"I- I don't know! I have bigger issues right now!"
"Okay, okay- just breathe, love, I need you to calm down."
"Calm down? I can't just calm down after-!"
"Illusion- er- Reality. Look at me."
Faceless let go of his shoulders to carefully grab his hands instead.
"Breathe, alright, love?"
"I... But-"
"Shh, deep breaths..."
Despite wanting to argue, Reality followed Faceless' lead and tried to calm down. It took a few minutes, but he slowly started to even out his breathing and began to relax- even if he was still stressed out.
warning: language, anger, stupid behaviors, angst with a happy end!
summary: Recently, Ben has been burdened with an excessive workload. Despite appearing tired and agitated, he attempted to conceal his feelings. Due to his busy schedule, he could not even take a day off. What will occur when, after a challenging day at work, he returns home and a trivial question leads to an argument that would not typically happen?
a/n: this little piece of my work was my first request ever, so i’m pretty excited to share this with you!! i hope that the level of drama is high enough, @wolfmoonmusic hahah. i’d also like to tell you from this place that my mailbox is open and if you want, write freely with your requests<33 the only thing i do not write is smut! (english is not my first language, i apologize for any mistakes in advance). the longer fragment in italics is a flashback!!
You were sitting in the kitchen, at a small table, holding a mug of steaming hot tea between your hands. The watch on the oven pointed quarter to midnight. You sighed quietly and looked around helplessly at the cozy kitchen shrouded in twilight. The only source of light in the room was a small lamp over the kitchen stove. Before leaving on set this morning, Ben promised you that he would come home earlier this time. Just as he did for the last five days, but not once did he manage to keep his word. The last two months have been tough. You hardly saw Ben at all, you passed each other all the time. Filming schedules, interviews, conventions and other press conferences were constantly getting in your way. Even in his free time, Ben was so overtired by meetings with hundreds of people that he preferred to spend hours alone at the piano writing new songs rather than with you. Your birthday was coming up, and you hoped that at least on that one day you would have Ben all to yourself. You ran your hand over your tired face and then pulled yourself up from the chair. I won't sit here like this, you thought. You weren't even sure if Ben would show up at home yet today. You took your phone out of your bathrobe pocket and looked at the way too bright screen, but saw no notification. You reached for the light switch and then went to the upstairs bedroom, being careful not to spill tea on yourself or the floor.
You have been dating Ben for over a year. Every day at this man's side was wonderful and you were grateful for every moment you could spend with him. You met by accident. Literally, by accident. And the whole situation looked like it was taken straight from some romantic book or movie. You thought that in real life such things are unlikely to happen, but it's safe to say that you had an (un)lucky day.
You met in a moderately crowded cafe on the city's outskirts. Met? A better choice of word would be "crashed". Literally. You bumped into him with all the istrenght you could possibly have, because by the fact that you were craving your morning coffee, you were late for the job interview you so desperately wanted. You wanted that coffee, so you had it. At least at first, because after you bumped into the tall stranger, the coffee was everywhere but your paper cup held in your hand. You stood shocked in the middle of the cafe, looking at the dark drink flowing from the man's bright sweatshirt. You closed your eyes, lowering your head and biting your lower lip, afraid of what view you would find when you looked at your new suit. You heard the stranger say something to you, but you didn't pay the slightest attention to it, because you felt like crying when you saw your stained pants.
“Hey” you finally heard, feeling the man's hand on your wrist. You came to your senses from your inner tragedy with a brief glance at the stranger in front of you, then looked around the cafe. The embarrassment came over you. You felt your cheeks begin to turn red, and just then you lifted your head slightly to get a proper look at the man taller than you.
He was handsome. Very handsome, which made you embarrassed even more. His eyes were so dark you could have sworn they were black, and there was a small mole under one of them, adding to his charm. You thought you had already seen him somewhere, but this wasn't the time for another distraction. There was a bedraggled man standing in front of you, your morning coffee was both on the floor and on your clothes, and besides, you could already say goodbye to your dream job. The dark-eyed man didn't seem to be angry at you, you even had the feeling that, seeing your expression and blushed cheeks, he was amused. You immediately began apologizing, reaching into your canvas cotton bag on your shoulder to find tissues.
“I’m so sorry” you began to repeat over and over again, pulling out tissues with a shaking hand. Again, you knew that the man was saying something to you, but the sound of blood pulsing in your ears and the rush of thoughts kept you from understanding his words.
The moment you reached out your hand with the tissue you were holding toward the stranger's hoodie, he stopped it. “It won't work” he said. “Coffee has already soaked into the fabric” he added, seeing your confused expression.
He excused you for a moment and, being careful not to spread the spilled coffee all over the place, walked over to the front counter and asked for some cloth so that you could clean up the mess. After returning to you, he started wiping the floor, to at which you immediately crouched down next to him, saying that you would take care of it yourself. In response, the man only asked you to move over and dealt with the coffee puddle on his own.
You had a moment to get a better look at the stranger and a wild thought suddenly popped into your head. Wasn't it an actor from Narnia that you loved so much when you were younger? You immediately shook your head, amused by your idea. What was he supposed to be doing here?
After cleaning up the coffee tragedy, the man offered to buy you another drink, buying one for himself as well, after which you left the cafe in awkward silence.
“I’m sorry…” you said again, stopping in front of the building, looking hesitantly at the black-eyed man.
“Where were you in such a hurry that you didn't even notice me?” he asked, stopping a short distance from you. You awkwardly scratched the back of your head.
“For a job interview I can already forget about” you replied, moving your gaze to your stained clothes.
Your conversation wasn't long, but you could have sworn it was the most awkward conversation of your entire life. On top of that, you couldn't get rid of the thought that the stranger standing in front of you was Prince Caspian. This is not how you imagined meeting Prince Charming as a little girl.
The moment you said goodbye, you felt a huge relief. You wanted to go home as quickly as possible and forget the whole unfortunate incident. Before splitting off to go your separate ways, the man asked you for your phone number so that you could repay him for dousing him with still-hot coffee. You didn't question his idea, even though you should be the one asking for the number, not the other way around.
You were already about to walk away when you stopped again and turned toward him. “What’s your name?” you asked.
“I’m Ben, and you?” he replied with a bright smile.
“Y/N” you returned the warm smile, then waved him off and left as fast as you could.
You were halfway up the stairs when you heard the sound of a key turning in the lock, which brought you out of your thoughts. Ben. Part of you wanted to immediately run out to greet him, but to be honest you were already tired of his constant absence. Despite living under the same roof and sleeping in the same bed, you missed him. It was ridiculous. You weren't even sure when was the last time you had a quiet moment to yourself.
These last two months, you felt like you were standing at a yellow light warning you of potential harm. Telling you to stop. You felt as if your relationship had stuck and you didn't know if you could make another move.
Hearing that Ben had already entered the house, you headed further into the bedroom. After walking into your room, you placed a mug of tea on the bedside table, climbed under the warm quilt and leaned back against the pillows, reaching for a book you had recently started.
You heard Ben hang around the kitchen. You heard him walk up the stairs and go into the bathroom, where, after a while, he turns on the shower and gets under the stream of warm water. Normally you'd love to join him, but not today. You felt that you had distanced yourself from each other.
After several minutes, right when you were finishing the chapter, Ben slightly opened the door peeking inside.
“Aren't you sleeping yet?” he asked in a softened voice and entered the bedroom. You put the book down on the bedside table. He was wearing the Paddington bear pajamas you bought him for Christmas as a joke, and his wet hair was arranged in a lovely disarray. He didn't look like a forty-year-old. He looked like a boy who needs a hug. At the thought of this, your heart flooded with warmth, and your mood got automatically better.
“No, I was waiting for you” you replied, and when the man took the spot next to you, you snuggled up to him right away. You felt his strong arm wrap around your waist and a gentle kiss on the top of your head.
“You smell like strawberries again” he said, sniffing your hair once more. You laughed and got more comfortable so you could listen to his heartbeat.
“How was it at work?” you asked closing your eyes. In response, you heard Ben sigh.
“Terribly, I can't count how many times we had to repeat scenes because someone got the script wrong” Ben began smoothing your back with his fingertips.
“You all are already exhausted… when will you have some time off?”
“Honestly? Have no idea…” he ran his hand over his tired face, pausing longer on the beard. “On top of that, it turned out that someone misinformed us and the red carpet is earlier than it should be”
“What do you mean by earlier?” you moved away from Ben so you could look at him. You propped yourself up on one elbow.
“The first version was that the premiere is happening next month only, so we still have plenty of time for any preparations. It turned out that the premiere is in two weeks. I don't know what kind of moron at the top got the dates so mixed up” he replied annoyed, sighing loudly.
“Two weeks exactly?” you furrowed your eyebrows. “My birthday is in two weeks… I thought we would spend the day together…” you raised to a sitting position. Ben didn't answer for a long time, wandering his eyes at the ceiling.
“I know, love. I thought so too, but I cannot not show up at the premiere when I play the lead character” he hesitantly shifted his gaze to you.
“Can't you take me with you?” with this one question, you felt how the whole still positive atmosphere between you changed instantly.
“We have discussed this topic many times before, Y/N. I'm going to sleep” he said coldly, turning sideways with his back to you. “Turn off the light, good night”
Yes, you talked about it many times, and you still didn't understand why he didn't want to change his mind. Why he didn't want to show you to the world, why he didn't want to publicly announce that he was dating someone. It has always been the same. Instead of taking part in important moments in Ben's life, you spent your time at home, watching him enjoy himself in pictures with his co-actors. Every time he left, you felt like he was simply ashamed of you. Why? Because you weren't popular?
“Why?” you asked, staring at his back.
“What why?” he asked without flinching to look at you.
“Why don't you want to admit that you are dating someone? That this someone is me?”
“Y/N, I've told you a million times why-”
“And I told you that I don't care about losing my privacy” you interrupted him, raising your voice. “I want to be there with you, Ben. I know how important these premieres are to you, and you don't even give me a chance to enjoy them with you” you watched as your boyfriend sat down and brought his gaze to you filled with both tiredness and irritation.
“Y/N-” he began again, but once again you didn't give him a chance to finish the sentence.
“And bloody hell, it's my birthday. Where were you for Christmas? Where were you on your birthday? You certainly weren't here, with me. Lately you've been celebrating everything with your work friends, and it's perfectly okay if you prefer to spend important dates with them… But I want you to spend my day with me”
“You knew what you were getting into by agreeing to this fucking relationship” he said, getting out of bed. Seeing that you were going to interrupt him again, he pointed a finger at you. “Stop it. Life doesn't look like in the movies, Y/N. Surprise!” he said more loudly with feigned enthusiasm. After a moment, however, he returned to an indifferent expression on his face, driving his dark gaze into you. “You know I just can't suddenly say sorry, I have to go home because my girlfriend would like to spend my birthday with me. We can celebrate them on any other day! It's not that important!”
“Only problem is that lately we don't spend time with each other at all, because once you're home you'd rather sit at the damn piano than with me!”
“That damn piano at least doesn't say bullshit like you” he snarled and immediately left the bedroom.
You heard him coming down the stairs, but after a while nothing came to you anymore. You stared in stupor at the spot where Ben was standing just a moment ago. What did he say? This exchange of words seemed so absurd to you that you didn't even know how to react. You could have navigated the conversation differently. You didn't have to argue. You could have simply nodded at the premiere announcement and kept silent about your disappointment. Did he suggest that you are annoying that's why he prefers to spend his spare time at the piano? You moved your eyes to the bedroom door, frowning your eyebrows at the same time.
It took a few minutes before you decided to get out of bed. With your head full of chaotic thoughts, you left the bedroom and went down the stairs to look for Ben. The entire downstairs was plunged into darkness. You thought he might have left the house, but after all, you didn't hear him do it. Besides, he was wearing teddy bear pajamas, he couldn't have left like that. Finally, you heard a quiet sniff coming from the living room. With furrowed brows, you entered the room, being careful not to bump into any furniture.
“Ben?” you asked in a lowered voice, but received no answer. You reached your hand to the light switch, located on your right on the wall, and turned it on. You noticed Ben sitting by the piano, playing with his hands with his hair falling over his face. He didn't raise his eyes at you. “Ben” you repeated a little louder, approaching him. As soon as you were next to him he raised his head and you noticed his eyes reddened from crying.
“I'm tired” he said in a breaking voice. “Sorry, I didn't mean to say such things… it's totally not true, love” Ben straightened up, looking at you. You took another step, standing between his legs, and took his face in your hands, rubbing the wet mark on his cheek with your thumb.
“I know, it’s okay” you tried to sound warm, but somewhere in the back of your head you still heard the words for which he had just apologized. Ben cuddled up to you, resting his head on your stomach because of the low level he was sitting on. “I shouldn't bring up this topic”
“I'll take you with me to this premiere. I'll introduce you to the whole world and be proud of you. And later we'll go to your birthday party. I'll organize it, take care of everything. Just be there with me” he said when you started petting his hair. “But tell me, are you sure about this? Are you sure you can handle it if people poke their noses into your private life because of me?” he asked, pulling his head up so he could look up to you.
“I am, Ben. One hundred percent sure” you began to smile, unable to believe that you will finally appear at the event you have always silently dreamed of. By the side of your boyfriend. You bent down to kiss him, while he began to stand up to finally change the height difference between you.
“I love you, I'm sorry for the earlier situation…” he assured once again stroking your cheek with his thumb.
